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cindyss · 6 months

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• — MY SHORTS DONT HAVE LACES — •

PAIRING(S): theodore nott x fem. reader !!

WARNING(S): smut

SUMMARY: Hermoine is aware of y/n’s feelings toward theo, therefore when she gets the chance, hermoine makes it her job to get them close to eachother

A/N: i hope you enjoy this and check my most recent post with tom riddle please show it some support 😭🙏 (this is edited)

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You and Hermione were in your shared dorm, getting ready together for the pool party thrown.

You put your matching black swimsuits on and put your hair up so that it doesnt get wet from the water.

“Hermoineeeee” you sigh. “Is- is uhh is, is theo gonna be there?” You ask hesitantly.

Hermoine had always been aware of your feelings toward theo and she made no effort to stop teasing you about it.

“Ugh, y/n, yes he is” she spoke as she rolled her eyes.

“Do i look good, should i tie my hair or keep it in a claw-clip like this? Omg idk what to do i feel so ugly. Should i change this swimsuit?” you complain

“Y/l/n, one more word i swear. You look gorgeous, ur perfect. How many times do i need to tell you that?” She said.

You jump into her arms before she could finish, “god hermoine i love you” you say.

“Yeah i know bla bla bla bla, now we have a party to get to and boys to impress” she winked before dragging you out of the room.

You get to the party and ur eyes immediately begin scanning the room, in search of theo. In no time you spot him, sat in the hot tub with cormac, harry, ron, ginny, and luna.

Hermoine notices your intentions and grabs your hand leading you to the hot tub, “hermoine, no, im not ready yet!!” you sigh.

“too bad” she says before jumping in the hot tub. “shoot, y/n, there’s no more place for you, but im sure theo would be more than pleasured to keep you on his lap” she giggled.

You and theo didn’t hate eachother, you weren’t friends either. However, there was always tension between the two of you, even Neville could catch it.

He patted on his lap, gesturing for you to come over “c’mere” he said. You drag ur feet in the water and adjust ur sitting on his lap.

Looks and smiles exchange between everyone in the tub and you begin to feel the tension form. Cormac, next to you, starts talking about his previous experience with the ladies and other stuff.

And while ur listening, trying to act interested in whatever he’s talking about, you feel something poke from under you.

You also feel theo’s hands wrap around ur waist from under water which makes you let out a loud gasp, loud enough for the people in the hot tub to hear at least.

Everyones heads turn around to you, “sorry guys, thought i saw a bug” you laugh it off and all ur friends go back to their conversations.

The poking from under you only got more annoying, so you turn ur head, “theo, the laces of ur swimsuit are poking me, can u do something about it?” You speak.

“Cara mia, my shorts don’t have laces” he whispers to you, you could feel his breath on ur ear. “Fuck theo” you say.

He looks at you and then says something again “i say we get out of here darling before i can’t control myself anymore”.

You immediately jump up, and theo follows you. “If you’ll excuse us, we have some business to manage” he jokes pointing at the both of you.

“Get out of here man” Ron laughs.

“God please no” this, from Luna.

“Off you go” hermoine says smiling.

Theo then grabs your hand, two towels, and starts leading you back to his dorm. On ur way there, he wraps one of the towels around you, making sure you’re not cold.

When you get there, the Slytherin boy wastes no time locking the door and smashing his lips onto yours, immediately also allowing his tongue to slip in.

The kiss was not sweet, it was slow yet passionate and hungry. The boy was practically eating your face off while he has you pinned on the wall.

In a sudden movement, theo slips his hands under your thighs and carries you up into his arms. He carries you to his bed, the kiss ongoing, and makes you lay there.

He wastes no time unclasping your bikini and sucking on your tits. Your fingers meet his hair and you start tugging at it as he sucks on your nipples.

He leaves kisses on your boobs and cups them while he moves back up to your lips, also removing your underwear. They meet again and this time the kiss is faster, deeper, and hungrier.

“I- i.. fuck” he says in between kisses.

“Mhm?” you wonder.

“My friend down there, fucking hell, he needs attention.” the boy explains.

You laugh and start working your way, trying to remove his shorts. He turns over making sure to provide you with enough space to take control.

You make your way down, leaving kisses down his ab lines. You slowly lower his shorts and begin trailing his v line with your fingers.

You then remove his shorts completely and for a second, you are taken back by his large size.

His wet, throbbing cock was now inches away from your face. You begin by licking his tip, slowly and carefully before taking him in all in one go.

To that, he gasps, his hands then move to your head guiding you, he grabs onto your hair and leads you.

He even makes you gag a few times when he hits your throat, which you pinch his thigh for that.

You speed up your movements as you wanted to be the one to make him cum first, and you wanted to be the one that makes it happen faster.

“Cara mia” he spoke. “Im gonna.. soon. Im gonna.. fuck”.

You mumble a quick mhm as you speed your movements.

“Fuck you’re so good at this”. he praised

You smiled to yourself before he finally came on your mouth, he squeezed your hair as he released.

You move back up to him and stick your tongue out to show him you swallowed it. You then start kissing him again, slipping your tongue inside, his hands wrapping around your waist.

“You know ur actually gorgeous, youre so perfect. A goddess i swear” he said as you were sat on his lap, staring deep into his eyes.

“Tell me something in italian” you ask.

“Hmm? Something like what ehh?” he smirks.

“Anything” you smile.

“Well.. ti scoperò finché non potrai più camminare.” he said in a whisper.

“And that means?” you wonder.

“I’ll fuck you till you cant walk” he spills.

“Oh is that so?” you giggle.

he nods and then you give him the look of affirmation before he slams into you, which makes you let out a gasp before adjusting yourself to his size.

You then start working ur hips in sync with his, riding him while his hands roam ur body, touching every bit of skin he could get his hands on.

“Fff.. fuckkk, you look too good like this” he praised. “dannatamente perfetto”. (fucking perfect)

you smile and in a sudden movement, he flips you over so hes in control, he starts speeding and you grab onto the sheets for dear life.

He leans in and kisses you, you moan into his mouth and his swollen tip hits your spot, the one that sends you to the moon and back.

“FUCKING HELL!!” you scream, “THEODORE IM GONNA CUM”. He speeds up his movements and guides you as you release.

“è stato fantastico, bellissimo” (that felt amazing, beautiful) he spoke slumping on the bed next to you.

“You really gotta start teaching me italian so i can understand what ur saying” you chuckle.

“Oh yeah? What if i dont want you to understand what im saying” he teased.

“Uhh oh, we might have a problem then” you both laugh as he hugs u tightly, kissing ur temple.

#theodore nott #theodore nott fanfiction #slytherin #slytherin boys #harry potter #lorenzo zurzolo #theodore nott x reader

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ares--athena · 1 month

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Secrets

A/U- Harry Potter + The Vampire Diaries

Parings-poly Slytherin Squad x Fem Reader

Pansy Parkinson x fem Reader Mattheo Riddle x fem Reader Draco Malfoy x fem Reader Theodore Nott x fem Reader Lorenzo Berkshire x fem Reader

Angsty towards end, maybe part 2

Reader is given the name (Starr)

Laying in the boys dorm was always an experience. The room always had a strong smell of weed along with other substances. I was laying on Enzo's bed my head resting on his lap reading my book, tuning out their conversation. My legs were lifted as Theo sat down putting my legs on his lap. "How was practice Theo?" I asked noticing him, Draco, and Mattheo were back.

"Tiring, you know the captain is a real asshole." Theo said throwing the remark toward Draco. "So, I've heard." I said sitting up and wrapping my arms around him. "Wow Starr, you're taking his side." Draco said. "Come Dray you are hard on them." I say running my fingers in Theo's hair. "No, he just doesn't like doing any work." Draco said annoyed. "Dray, be nice to Theo." "Yeah Dray, be nice to me."

The door opened reveling Pansy. "Pans!" I jumped up borderline jumping on her. "Hi!" She shouted back. "Clearly someone missed me more than others." Pans snarky spoke to our boys.

Now the whole group was together. Theo leans back on the bed while I lean on his side, my legs rest on mattheo. On the other bed, Pansy is on Enzo's lap while Draco is next to them. We were listening to music while they were smoking.

I think at some point I fell asleep given that when I opened my eyes again they were all asleep. Pansy was laying with Draco's head on her chest and her own resting on Enzo. I looked to see Mattheo on one side of me with his arm thrown over me, Theo was no different as his arm was over both me and Mattheo. I slowly pick up Mattheo's arm and slip out before placing it on Theo as to not wake him. I stay still to make sure nobody wakes up and when I'm sure everyone is still asleep I slip out of the room.

I make my way to my own dorm room quietly so as to not wake up anyone else in the house. When I get to my dorm, I see an owl sitting on my desk. "Hi sweetheart." I say quietly to the owl as I rub her fur. She makes quiet hooting sounds. "You got something for me?" I ask quietly, she hoots, nodding down at my desk. It's another letter, I grab a snack from my desk holding it for her, "I'll have one for you tomorrow, you've had a long night." She hoots before going back out my window. I place the letter on my desk before changing my clothes to put on something more comfortable.

My owl hoots quietly and looks toward the empty bed that belongs to Pansy. "Oh hush, I'm going to tell them eventually." I said to the owl currently side eyeing me. "I am." I say once more but her stare is not deterred. I sigh and massage the bridge of my nose. When am I going to tell them? I asked myself before getting into my own bed not feeling like walking back to the boys deciding to come up with an excuse tomorrow if they ask. Before I put the letter away I was already knocked out.

I woke up to my room door opening but I wasn't awake enough to make my own self prominent. People walked in as I tried to go back to sleep. That was until I was woken up by people whisper shouting right by my bed; I groaned before turning on my other side. "No get up!" I heard someone shout before the blankets were ripped off me.

I groaned before replying, "What could you possibly want?" I asked still not fully awake. "Who the fuck is this from!?" Mattheo shouted before throwing a letter at me. "Holy fuck, you woke me up because of a letter. Are you all fucking kidding me?" I asked. "It had to be pretty damn important if you left our dorm to get it." Enzo said. "It had to have just gotten here, it wasn’t here when I went to bed.” I said rubbing my eyes and sitting up on my elbows still trying to get up. “The letter is fucking open why are you lying?” Mattheo questioned looking down at me. Him and Enzo were here and from the looks of it they were the only ones in here. I looked between the two of them and they looked at me. “It’s nothing, both of you need to relax.” I tried saying but Mattheo would let me get the words out. “No! You sneaking out of the room in the middle of the night to get a fucking letter fork someone you’re not telling any of us about!” Mattheo shouted. I tried talking, opening my mouth but I had nothing to say, nothing to satisfy what they wanted to hear, what any of them would want to know. “You know what Starr, you’rere keeping secrets and you can have them, now you can just have them on your own.” Enzo said harshly before grabbing Mattheo and walking out, slamming my door behind him. I let out a day and laid back on my bed rubbing my temple.

I heard my door open and saw Pansy walking in, “Pans, hey.” I said sitting up again. She didn’t say anything she grabbed her go bag, as we called them when we stayed at the boys dorm, “Are you still going to keep your secrets, from all of us, from me?” She questioned looking back at me. “Pans it’s not like that. It’s, it’s..” I tried saying but she cut me off, “You can’t even tell me what it is, and I thought you could tell me anything.” She said walking towards the door, “Pansy.” I said jumping up and grabbing her arm, “ I can’t lose you guys, any of you, this letter thing is nothing it’s insignificant.” I tried saying before she yanked her arm away from me, “If you think this is truly about the letter, then you have lost us.” She said before walking out and closing the door in my face behind her.

#Harry Potter #mattheo riddle x reader #Pansy parkinson x fem reader #Lorenzo berkshire x fem reader #Draco malfoy x fem reader #Poly #Theodore Nott x reader #Poly slytherin gang x reader

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louweasleymalfoy · 3 years

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Masterlist

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Draco is incredibly affectionate, but he’ll show it differently depending on context. In general, his affection comes in just wanting to be around you—he craves closeness with you, even if he’s not touching you.

Touching you is the best, though. He’s a fan of small bits of PDA: when you’re out together, he’s always holding your hand, or touching your arm or the small of your back or maybe – on occasion – your ass. (Just little grazes that make his eyes shine and your stomach flip.) Probably some little kisses here and there, if you have a moment alone. If he sees another guy looking at you, he'll probably make out with you in public.

But there are also moments where the both of you think PDA isn’t appropriate. Then it’s all about soft looks and smiles, finding ways to bring you into a conversation, things like that. Just showing you that you’re on his mind even if he can’t hold you like he’d like to.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Let's be honest, you guys didn't really start on good terms. You guys met at the train, the both of you are pure-blooded Slytherins, and when everyone thought you guys would immediately get along you just had to prove them wrong. Both of you are competitive, always trying to be better than the other.

The moment the two of you realized your feelings for each other was in 4th year, earning sighs of relief from the Slytherin gang.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Does Draco like to cuddle? Yes yes absolutely yes. This man loves cuddling, especially after a long day. He loves to curl up with you on his bed and hold you close, maybe with your head tucked under his chin. He’ll give you soft kisses while he holds you, on your temple or your cheek or your neck and they’re not even intended to steer things toward a make-out or sex, unless you decide to take it there. (Sometimes he decides but if he does it’s uh pretty obvious.)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down?)

DEFINITELY. Draco is ready to settle down when it comes to you. He loves you so much that he already wants to marry you, you had to remind him that the both of you are still at school tho.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

So here’s the thing about Draco. He's fallen for you, HARD. The problem is that, if he’s the one initiating a break-up, it hits him hard. He would never even think about ending things with you. He loves you too much for that. Although sometimes he worries that you might leave him for someone else, you reassure him that it will never happen.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I've stated before, he loves you so much that he wants to marry you already. He never thought there'd be a day that he'd think about stuff like this and yet here we are. Is he nervous about it tho? Honestly, yes. Who doesn't? But the thing is, whenever he takes a look at you all the worries go away and just knows he's ready.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

This softy! is so gentle!! The biggest exception is if he sees you after a longer separation – this might be a summer break but it also might just be something like one of you having A LOT of homework that keeps you from being with each other when he rather be hanging out together – he needs to be all over you and he might be rougher, then—rougher hugs, kisses, everything.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Draco is a frequent and enthusiastic hugger. Hugs from Draco are him pulling you close and burying his face in your neck and luxuriating in the smell of you. Hugs from Draco are him nudging his forehead against yours and maybe bumping your nose while he leans in to give you a kiss.

Hugs from Draco are usually your first cue if something’s wrong, too—you’ll get to his dorm and find him sitting on the bed and he’ll pull you into his arms and you’ll feel in the way he holds you that he had a really shit day.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Like when he knows that he wants to settle down with you, Draco will say, “I love you,” pretty much as soon as he knows. He’s bursting with it and he’s gotta get it out. He’ll be a bit disappointed if you’re not ready to say it back, but he doesn’t take it personally because he knows he kinda falls hard and fast.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

This man gets jealous. It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just doesn't trust other guys. If a guy looks at you for too long, you can count on Draco giving them a death glare. Does he maybe give you a particularly emphatic kiss after someone tries to flirt with you? Perhaps, but it’s more because he revels in the fact that he gets to do that when no one else does.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Draco kisses your lips like he has nowhere else like he needs to be. Slow, deep kisses all about savoring the taste of you, the feeling of you close to him.

He kisses your neck playfully, teeth nipping over your skin and scattering the occasional hickey because he can’t resist.

He kisses your breasts, your stomach, your thighs when he’s ravenous for you, when he’s desperate to wind you up.

And where does Draco want to be kissed? Obviously he loves when you have your mouth on his because then he can be tasting you, too, but oh, does he love this one spot on his neck right below his jaw. You kiss and suck there and he downright whimpers if he wasn’t expecting it (and sometimes even if he was expecting it).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Draco Malfoy doesn't really have experience on taking care of children— he's more of a picking on children type of guy. So when you and Draco spent one summer break together and you were asked to babysit your niece, Draco was worried. He’s a bit awkward at first but after seeing how you interact with them, the tension would start to melt away and he relaxed around them.

After watching you interact with babies, he would start to imagine having a baby with you and he realizes how much he wants kids with you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are spent with each other in his dorm. The both of you just enjoying your time with each other before you get ready for the day. It was these mornings together that reminded him of the love the two of you have for each other and how important you are in his life.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are often spent cuddling and catching each other up on their days. Basically quality time is the primary love language of most evenings (combined as always with touch because again—super cuddly man). Then probably once a week you’ll go out either on a date or to hang with friends.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It took some time for him to open up. He loves you and trusts you very much but he was scared of how you'd react. He's not really used to all the "talking about his feelings" type of thing since he didn't really grow up in a homey environment but over time, he started telling you things and he felt better and lucky to have you in his life.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He does have a temper but not with you. He’s very patient and calm when it comes to you. He never wants to upset and anger you. When you two would fight, he felt like it was all his fault and he would try to make it up to you only for you to apologize too and remind him that it wasn’t all his fault.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remembering little details that you share with him is definitely one of the ways that he shows interest in you at first. But while he makes a particular point of it at first, he is still quite good at it in general.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment was your first kiss. It was the happiest he ever felt, and he would always remember the perfection of that moment

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is super protective. Whenever the two of you go out, he doesn't take his eyes off of you just because he doesn't want anything to happen to you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Oh he would DEFINITELY spoil the sht out of you. He would definitely put a lot of thought into gifts and anniversaries since he's really rich. Sometimes, he would randomly show up in your dorm with a gift in hand — claiming that it's a gift for you just because he wants to give you one and although you appreciate the gesture, you had to tell him to not waste his money on stuff. Of course he promised to stop buying things for you but he never did and continued to shower you with gifts.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Walks with your hand in his. Oh and cuddling you of course.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He LOVES to show you off. He's so proud of your accomplishments and believes that you'll achieve your dream one day.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’s terrified of losing you, knowing that he would never be whole again if he lost you. He couldn’t even bear the thought of a life without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Draco is— well how do I even say this. Draco can be mean at most times but the thing is, in his eyes you're an exception. There was this one time when he was having a bad day and Theo was aking him something and he just glared at Theo but when you came in and asked the same question, he answered you patiently, his eyes softening, leaving Theo to have his jaw dropped.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He HATES ferrets and I don't even have to explain why. There was this one time where Blaise showed him a ferret and he just ran away from the both of you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Draco is absolutely that partner who ends up encroaching more and more on your space over the course of the night. And you want to find it cute, you do, because it’s really about him trying to cuddle with you but also it means you frequently wake up for the morning and he has two thirds of the bed to himself. You’re alright with it though because once he gets up, you’re able to spread out for a little bit. (And maybe roll over into the spot where he was sleeping so you can doze with the smell of him still lingering.)

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ellewritesathing · 4 years

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So Close - S.S. XXXIII

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

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Word-count: 3.4k+

A/N: i would like to personally thank every person who got bored during quarantine and found my blog. i see you. i love you. thank you for reading and sticking around💕

The McCalls and the Stilinskis had always been such close parallels of one another that you’d gotten used to your families doing things together and making progress at the same time. Scott and Stiles started school at the same time, you never very far behind. Claudia died before Raf left, but it felt the same in the long run. Family dinners every Thursday, Noah teaching each of the kids to drive in the Jeep, and Mel helped you all with your homework.

Two families, but not really.

That’s why it was so weird that Noah was going out on a date. His first date in maybe ten years. With Lydia’s mom.

“Oh, I should’ve gotten a haircut,” Noah mumbled as he checked himself out in the mirror.

“Well, you know, someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut,” Stiles said, pushing the mirror down so Noah would pay attention to him.

“I think you look great,” Scott said.

You took a step forward and fixed Noah’s tie for him. With a smile, you said, “Yeah, like a silver fox minus the silver.”

“Well, thank you, children I should have had,” Noah said pointedly.

Two families, but not really.

Stiles kept trying to pry information out of his dad so you moved out of their way as they bickered. At least that wasn’t changing anytime soon. You and Scott were still making jokes about how long it’d Noah to reach his limit and leave for his date early when you heard some yelling from the bullpen. It was so venomous that you thought your ears would bleed.

The four of you left the privacy of Noah’s office to find Parrish and Clarke holding back some kid who was trying to make a run for the office. The kid was threatening to kill Noah.

“Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember that it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory,” Noah said, clearly unfazed by the death threats. “Deputies, escort the prisoner out.”

“No, I’m not angry like I’m gonna throw a brick through your window,” Donovan said, still trying to break through the deputies’ grip. “I’m angry like I’m going to find you, like I’m going to get a knife, and like I’m going to stab you with it until you’re dead. And when you look at me and you ask why, remember right now. Because this is why.”

His heart rate didn’t rise or drop as he threatened. It was steady the entire time; like a drum keeping time to a death march. He wasn’t bluffing; Donovan really believed that he was going to kill Noah.

“Wow, that was awesome,” Stiles said next to you. He had his arms crossed in front of him and was wearing the least interested, most sarcastic expression in his arsenal. But his heartbeat said something else. “That was awesome, really. That was great. Wanna do one more?”

Donovan’s heartbeat was starting to rise.

You put a hand out to catch one of Stiles' gesturing hands to get him to stop. It's not that you were afraid of Donovan, but everything about the situation felt wrong. His hand was moving so you settled on the top of his arm. “Stiles-”

“Come on, give us another one,” Stiles went on. “Maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know?” He finally noticed your hand and folded his hand over his chest again to hold yours. “Okay, you know what? It’s fine. You’ll have plenty of time to work on it when you’re in your tiny, little cell. You know? Just stuck there. Forever.”

Donovan faked turning around for a second before doubling back and lunging for Stiles. You pulled Stiles behind you as Scott and Noah moved in front of him and Parrish and Clark restrained Donovan. He was still yelling about how he was going to kill Noah as he was being dragged out of the station.

You hoped he’d rot.

The three of you weren’t even five minutes out of the station when Kira called about Lydia finding a body. Stiles made an only-slightly illegal u-turn and drove you guys to the scene - Donovan’s police transport van. Your blood ran cold as the bodies were wheeled past you and you reached for Stiles’ hand.

Noah waved you guys over to him. “Scott, you saw this kid - Donovan. He … he wasn’t like you, right?” “I don’t think so,” Scott said.

“Unless he knows how to hide his scent,” Stiles said.

“Well, human or otherwise, this kid might have just murdered his lawyer and mortally wounded two officers,” Noah said. Deep frown lines were already etched into his forehead, despite only being at the scene for five minutes. “We’ve got an APB out on him, but you think you can find him faster?”

“I can try,” Scott said.

“I’ll stay in case he doubles back,” you said, with a nod in his direction.

Something caught your eye in the rafters of the alleyway and you busied yourself trying to focus on it amidst the flashing lights and police chatter. It felt familiar, sinister. But it disappeared before you got the chance to find it.

Stiles touched your arm lightly, drawing you back to all the noise. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah,” you lied. “Just a bit on edge. It felt like …”

“Like what?” Stiles asked.

You looked back up to that spot in the rafters. “Like Theo.”

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“Tracy wasn’t just having trouble sleeping,” Lydia said for the second time. “It was a real disorder. It was night terrors.”

“Right, well, now she’s the night terror,” Stiles said. “Especially since no one can find her.”

“Okay, I know we’re all tired and miserable-” Scott paused to look at Mason, who was completely enthralled by the conversation. “Except for you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. This is all just mind-blowing,” Mason said. He looked over at Kira. “You’re a Kitsune. I don’t even know what that is!”

“I’m still learning,” Kira said with a smile.

“Liam, we said you could tell him, not invite him to the inner circle,” Stiles said.

“Uh, I’m in the inner circle?” Mason asked.

It made you laugh. Mason reminded you of a much sweeter, much more curious version of Scott when he was younger. Also much less annoying.

“No!”

“Look, guys,” you said, putting your hands on the bus as you thought over how to phrase it. “Tracy is dangerous, no doubt, but she’s a lone wolf. Lone wolves don’t survive. We have to find her.”

“One lone serial-killing wolf,” Malia said

“Uh, she only killed one person, you know,” Stiles said, tilting his head. “The other two were just mauled.”

“So what do we do once we find her?” you asked.

“I say we put her down,” Malia said, almost without hesitation.

“No way,” you said. “Tracy isn’t in control. You guys didn’t put me down when I wasn’t in control.”

“Uh, I tried,” Malia said. “Remember?”

“Vividly,” you said in a low voice.

“Woah.” Mason’s sweet little voice broke through the tension. “Intense.”

Yeah, that was one way to describe it. It was intense as you butted heads with Malia and intense when Liam pulled the fire alarm so you could get Tracy out of the school. Intense when something metallic started pouring out of her mouth.

“Now, this silvery substance at her lips ...” Deaton said quietly. “It’s not something I’ve seen before. It looks almost like mercury.”

Tracy started moving on the exam table and everyone took a step back except for you.

“Can’t you just give her a shot of something?” Malia asked.

“She doesn’t look to be in any pain,” Deaton said.

“I meant a shot to kill her,” Malia said.

You turned your back on Tracy so you could get a good look at Malia before you started arguing. “Would you stop talking about killing her? She's not that different from you.”

“Exactly,” Malia said. “She wouldn't hesitate to kill me.”

“Regardless of intent, I generally prescribe to a code of ethics that frowns upon such measures,” Deaton said.

“Yeah, Malia, you know we’re not going to do that,” Scott said.

“Well, how do you guys know she’s not gonna kill us?” Malia asked.

“She makes a pretty decent point,” Stiles said hesitantly. He went on, despite your protests, “Either way, eventually I’m going to have to let my dad know she’s here.”

“Agreed,” Deaton said. “And while I may argue against euthanasia, I’m not opposed to a little …” he took a bottle off one the counters and unscrewed the lid. “Extra protection.”

You watched Deaton scatter the mountain ash and your breath hitched. This was your first time actually having to worry about the barrier; your first time being trapped by it. You tried to ignore the trapped feeling as Malia moved around to investigate and just focused on Tracy. You wiped some of the mercury off her chin.

Deaton called you and Scott to hold Tracy down for him so he could try some more tests. He used a scalpel to slice into her arm like you’d seen him do with Derek all those months before, but nothing except Tracy’s breathing changed until the scalpel snapped.

“I think you’re gonna need a bigger blade,” Stiles said, taking a step toward the table.

Scott took a break to check his messages and you helped Deaton flip Tracy over when he found something in her neck. Scott was talking about the condition of the driver from the attack, but you were too focused on Tracy to pay attention to him. Her back seemed fine - until something started moving around her spine.

“I think I know what she is,” Stiles said.

“Would you care to enlighten the rest of us?” Deaton asked. “Because this doesn’t look too good.”

The others came closer as Deaton prodded the movement under Tracy’s skin. It was sickening to look at but you couldn’t look away. And then it burst open, spraying blood all over the room. It was electric. Metallic. You were too busy trying to scrub it off your face to notice what everyone was staring at on the table. And then you got sliced across the face by a tail.

You tried to grab Tracy’s ankle as she landed on her feet, but the paralysis came too quickly. All you could do was watch her break through the mountain ash barrier and run out the door.

“How did she do that?” you asked, panic rising in your voice. Being paralyzed was horrible, too close to not being in control of your body. You hated it.

“I don’t know,” Deaton said. “It’s a barrier no supernatural creature should be able to cross.”

“Scott did it,” Stiles said.

“Once, but it nearly killed me,” Scott said.

“We should’ve killed her!” Malia growled.

“Meanwhile, she’s probably on her way to killing someone else,” Stiles said.

“Can you guys, please, stop talking about killing people?” you asked. Your breathing was labored. You needed to move.

The blood on your face didn’t do anything to ease your panic, but at least you weren’t the only one freaking out. Scott and Deaton were both telling Malia to focus on healing, and she was getting just as angry as you were anxious.

The nerves faded, slightly, as you listened to Deaton explain how to focus your healing. Again, the only thing that put you at complete ease was listening to Stiles’ heartbeat - which was sky-high. It crashed in a few minutes, despite the uncomfortable position he was in, giving you a small sense of comfort.

When Jackson was still the kanima, Derek had started training the wolves to heal from paralysis. Pain was the key. Using Stiles’ heartbeat to drown out the noise, you focused on shifting your claws, and - if that didn’t hurt enough - sank them into your side. If you remembered right, the fraction of time this shaved off the wait wasn’t even worth all the effort, but you had to do something.

Blood, sweat, and tears aside, you weren’t the first one to start moving. Malia was. First, it was the tips of her fingers and then the rest of her hand, movement slowly snaking through the rest of her body. It made you feel dangerously jealous, but it also made you fiercely protective. You wouldn’t let Malia kill Tracy.

Stiles was yelling at Malia to wait for the rest of you, and Scott was reminding her to save Tracy. You were still trying to move but that didn’t mean you couldn’t let Malia know that there would be hell to pay if she killed Tracy.

Malia ignored you as she dragged herself out of the animal clinic.

The minutes that ticked past until you could move again were dreadful. You’d finally started moving again when Theo showed up. He tried to pull you up and you slapped his hand away, telling him to get Scott so you could get Stiles.

It was still weird having the strength to lift him. Your whole body ached from the paralysis, tingling and full of static, but you could still hold up all of Stiles’ weight in your arms like it was nothing. The tear on his chest looked painful. He was struggling to stand, his face accidentally knocking into the side of yours as the two of you slumped over to the exam table.

“How did you find us?” Scott asked.

“‘Cause you work here,” Theo said. “I heard about Tracy. I’ve been looking for you.”

When Stiles could lean against the table on his own, you moved over to help Deaton up. “Why did you look for us?” you asked

“I want to help,” Theo said. No one said anything but you did exchange some looks. “Let me help. It doesn’t have to mean I’m a part of the pack or that you’ve accepted me or anything like that. It just means I can help catch this girl.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes but Stiles didn’t make the same efforts. Scott, on the other hand, was actually thinking it over.

“Scott,” Theo pushed. “I can help you.”

“Scott, you can’t seriously be considering this,” Stiles said.

“Guys, whatever we’re doing, we need to do it now,” you said. “Tracy isn’t in control and Malia is … a wildcard, okay? We need to go.”

“She’s right,” Scott said. It sounded like he was still in pain. “We need to go. Now.”

Stiles got to the station as fast as he could, but you still felt like it wasn’t fast enough. Scott led you guys through the already ajar door to the bullpen. All the blood inside sucker-punched you. The lights were out and deputies were strewn across the office space. Scott rushed to where Clark was checking on Noah and Stiles and Theo rushed to the office where Lydia and Kira were. For a moment there was too much happening for you to think.

Then something clicked and your legs started moving for you.

When you got to the basement, Malia was standing over Tracy’s body and you had her up against the wall in an instant, one arm digging into her neck and your other hand pinning her down.

“It wasn’t me!” Malia wasn’t even trying to fight back. “Y/N, I didn’t kill her.”

You pushed forward reflexively before letting go and letting out a frustrated breath. “Then what the hell happened?”

You knelt down to check if there was anything you could do for Tracy, if there was any hope that you could save her. She was still warm, but her heart wasn’t beating and she wasn’t breathing. Mercury was on her lips.

“There were these people-” Malia sounded confused, like this was something that happened years ago instead of seconds. The others came rushing in while she was trying to think of the words. “They had masks. Um, there- there were three of them. I think there were three.”

She thought there were three? Malia seemed too distraught to be lying, but you honestly weren’t sure anymore.

All you were sure about was Tracy lying dead on the floor, scales on one side of her face and claws on her hands. She should have started changing back like the wolves did.

“She’s not changing back,” Deaton said, coming to the same conclusion you did. “We need to get her out of here.”

“What- Hey, absolutely not,” Noah said as he came closer. “This is a crime scene. We wait for the coroner.”

“I think the coroner might be very confused by this girl’s severed reptilian tail,” Deaton said.

“I don’t care.”

“You should,” Deaton said. “Unless you’re prepared to hold a press conference announcing the presence of supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills.”

“Dad, he’s right,” Stiles said.

“Maybe at the clinic we can figure out how to change her back,” Scott said. “Then we call the coroner?”

“There is a line- There’s a line that we have to draw,” Noah said, shaking his head.

“Dad, you’ve already crossed it,” Stiles said. “More than once.”

Deaton tried again and between him and Stiles, something got through to Noah. He said you could take Tracy. Scott scooped her up in an instant and Stiles took your hand in his as you rushed out behind him.

You didn't want to leave Tracy again, but she was dead and Lydia was dying. Lydia would always come first. The five of you got to the hospital as soon as you could, but Lydia was already in surgery. Kira made sure that your mom knew that Lydia had been cut by Tracy’s tail, but then it was just the waiting. And Malia bringing up the men in masks again. Who may or may not have been made up.

Eventually, any chance of you being able to see Lydia passed and you all went home for the night.

Stiles wanted to add the day’s event to his conspiracy board the instant you got back home, but you dragged him to the bathroom to clean up that cut on his chest. All you needed was for him to get a chest infection on top of all this. He took off his shirt while you dug around for the first aid kit.

“Honestly, it’s not that bad,” Stiles said as you turned around. “Your boy Lahey’s done way worse … Hey, what are you- what’s that look for?”

You knelt down in front of him, hand touching his stomach lightly. There was a scar nestled between two birthmarks, long and thin, only an inch or two long and jagged at the sides. The kind of scar you get when someone stabs you.

“Oh,” Stiles said softly. “You know that’s not your fault, right?”

“I never actually said sorry for that.” Your thumb traced the pale line. “I’m really sorry, Stiles. For all of it.”

He gave you a sad smile and covered your hand with his. He lifted it to his lips and pressed a small kiss to it. “I know.”

“How about we get you cleaned up, huh?” you asked.

You disinfected the wound and put a bandage over it, to which Stiles told you you were being dramatic and you told him to take it up with management. The two of you fell into your familiar routine of getting ready for bed to get some sleep in before Melissa came to get you on her way home from work. Every night you hoped she’d forget and you could just stay here.

“Hey, you still awake?” Stiles whispered after half an hour of lying in the dark together.

You rolled over so you were facing him, almost nose to nose, and searched for his hands under the covers. “I might be.”

“I can’t stop thinking about what happened today,” Stiles said. He lifted his hand to the side of your face and ran it through your hair. “I don’t know what happened.”

“I know. Tracy and Malia …” You sighed and shifted around where you lay. “It’s crazy. That thing about men in masks? I don’t think she killed her but-”

“Hey, we had demons in masks trying to kill me like a year ago,” Stiles said. “I guess crazier things have happened.”

“I guess,” you said softly. “I have a feeling this is only the start of it though.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Stiles moved closer and kissed your forehead. He cradled your head and you moved in closer. You fell asleep like that, tangled up and addled with too many thoughts in your head, but at least you felt safe for the first time all day.

Part 34

Tagged: @ietss

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Adrien Agreste’s Inferiority Complex - SPOILER ALERT

This has been a long time coming:

-Telling Theo that he’s actually “the one in charge anyway” when Ladybug doesn’t show up (Copycat)

-Attempting to defeat an akumatized victim without Ladybug’s help, knowing damn well that he can’t capture akumas or fix everything (Copycat)

-”Why do I have to deal with these freaks, while you get to slip calmy ‘round back?” (The Pharaoh)

-”You know sometimes I do have ideas” (Reflekta)

-Being expected to believe that Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth without being given any evidence or explanation. “I’m supposed to just accept that? (The Collector)

-Ladybug being able to know Rena Rouge’s identity (Sapotis, Syren)

-Being kept in the dark about Master Fu from Ladybug and his own kwami (Syren)

Where am I going with this?

Adrien has exhibited thoughts of inadequacy in/out of his suit.

I think this is worth examining a little bit more.

In the episode “Syren” Adrien gets irritated by Ladybug’s lack of communication with him.

She knows Rena Rouge’s identity, she has access to Master Fu, and she “can’t tell” him about any of it.

Ladybug took the grimoire, Ladybug suspected Gabriel, Ladybug often knows where akumas are hidden, and Chaton has been left in the dark about how she knows so much.

Because these instances have to do with her identity Marinette is stuck in a situation where she can’t tell Chat Noir. She can’t tell Chaton how she got the book because she stole it from Adrien which equals: Ladybug knows Adrien IRL.

She can’t tell Chat Noir about Master Fu because Chat Noir knowing could then equal him going to meet Master Fu himself which then equals Marinette and Adrien possibly running into each other.

Ladybug could tell Chat Noir that Rena Rouge is actually Alya Cesaire because Alya has helped them out before, but Alya being chosen as Rena Rouge could also arouse suspicion that Ladybug knows her IRL.

The danger of having Chat Noir in the know is also amplified because Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth. One little slip up on Adrien’s part can/will be a huge problem (though the characters are unaware of this).

I have always been against Chat Noir not knowing as much, not because of their identities, but because they stressed so often in season one that they are a team. It’s not like Batman and Robin, it’s closer to Cloak and Dagger. One cannot do everything without the other - they are equals - yin and yang.

So Adrien being upset about this and getting fed up is incredibly justified. Why is he the only one who has to fight for information? Why does he have to bribe his own kwami (granted Tikki wouldn’t tell Marinette anything until they got the book)? Why does he have to get left behind while Ladybug does not?

A negative reaction from Adrien has been a long time coming, and the way his civilian life is does not help, but we’ll talk about that soon.

What ultimately bothers me is this: Adrien was willing to blackmail Plagg by threatening to take off his miraculous and leave it idling unless Plagg gave him information.

Let’s all think about that for a second.

Adrien Agreste, whose only source of freedom is through that ring, was willing to give up being Chat Noir because he wasn’t being treated as an equal. Even more so than that, he felt like he was being treated as if he was less significant than Ladybug. Adrien doesn’t feel like he is important.

He explains in “Syren” that “no one will care” if he’s gone or that he’s “no one”, as if he, Adrien Agreste, is not needed as Chat Noir. Even though he’s proven again

(Taking the hit for Ladybug in “Timebreaker”)

(Taking the hit for Ladybug in “Dark Cupid”)

and again

(Holding off an army while Ladybug was busy Marinette-ing in “Darkblade”)

(Scoping out the land for the Mime in “The Mime”)

(Catching that Ladybug’s miraculous was about to get stolen in “Antibug”)

and again

(Helping a struggling Ladybug take down Kagami in “Riposte”)

(Handling another army while Ladybug was busy Marinette-ing in “Befana”)

(Moving Ladybug away from danger while she was distracted in “Gigantitan”)

(Being the key component in taking down Gorizilla literally as Adrien and Chat Noir in “Gorizilla”)

(Sacrificing himself so Ladybug has a chance to fix everything in “Zombizou”)

that Ladybug clearly cannot do everything without him. He is needed. Just like Ladybug could not be just anyone, neither could Chat Noir.

Unfortunately, this isn’t just about Ladybug withholding information.

No, this issue stems from Adrien’s civilian life as well. It’s not that he believes that nobody needs Chat Noir, it’s that he believes no one needs Adrien.

Inferiority Complex: “an unrealistic feeling of general inadequacy caused by actual or supposed inferiority in one sphere”

Does everyone remember in “The Gamer” how Marinette breezily beat the video game and Adrien was struggling? Does everyone remember that little conversation they had??

That was a direct look into Adrien’s mindset. He actually believes he is "lame”.

Let’s examine a few facts about Adrien’s life that we know:

1. He had one friend (Chloe) as a child, even when his Mother was around

2. He is not allowed to go outside without an entourage

3. He adored his kind, “overly dramatic”, and maybe controlling Mother (that’s another theory) who is now gone

4. His Father won’t tell him shit about Emilie’s disappearance and he knows for a fact that Gabriel hides stuff from him because he saw the safe behind the painting of Emilie

5. Gabriel shuns friendship like it’s the plague (”We Agrestes are solo artists”, Captain Hardrock) and won’t let Adrien hang out with his friends. He didn’t even want Adrien to go to school

6. Gabriel almost never eats dinner with Adrien, but won’t let Adrien make other plans

7. Even though he’s usually vibrant and outspoken as Chat Noir, he’s very careful about what he says to Gabriel whenever they have a conversation by being overly polite and kind

8. Adrien does piano, fencing, kung fu, Chinese (and apparently other languages) to never be shared or used with anyone else because GABRIEL WON’T LET HIM.

Notice the pattern?

In Adrien’s little bubble his purpose is to...sit still and look pretty? Do everything Daddy says? Have things decided for him? And anything he wants is consistently put aside?

So in the actual world - where Ladybug is curing akumas and coming up with brilliant plans - what is his purpose?

To the audience he is incredibly well-loved and important (I’d even go as far as to say he is the fandom’s favorite character), but to Adrien it feels like he believes that he is just another accessory, and the fact that Ladybug knows more about what’s going on adds to his feelings of insecurity.

The people who love him for modeling, his friends who love him for being kind - Adrien doesn’t see that as being needed or noticed because that’s not his true self. Chat Noir is closer to his true self, and Chat Noir gets overshadowed by Ladybug ALL THE TIME.

But then what about Ladybug herself? Ladybug who has always put her trust in Chat Noir? Ladybug who was willing to give up her miraculous to save him? Ladybug who found out Chaton was in love with her and then immediately gave him closure? Ladybug who convinced Master Fu to start including Chat Noir?

This is where I get pissed off.

Ladybug does see Chaton as someone important and she has proven it even as Marinette.

-She has expressed how irreplaceable he is to her (”Anansi”)

-She has expressed she cares about and respects his feelings (”Glaciator”, “Frozer”)

-Tells him that Ladybug is lucky to have him (”Weredad”)

-Is never afraid to show how much she depends on him (”Antibug”, “Gorizilla”)

It’s because Adrien has been cut-off from the world all his life that he is so

O B LI V I O U S to it.

In any other show, Adrien would be/become a villain.

I got nervous in “Glaciator” and I got anxious in “Syren”.

Adrien is a wonderful character because he is a good person despite all the misfortune in his life, but he has a breaking point.

The most recent episode “Chris Master” has led me to believe that we will see the crux of Adrien’s inferiority complex as there is a single moment where he seems genuinely taken aback that Ladybug is considered the most well-behaved kid in the world.

Despite the fact that he also made a similar comment in “Puppeteer” (”There’s only one goody-two-shoes around here, and I’m not her”).

The fact that Ladybug joked about it is worrisome because she did not catch the serious tone behind Chat Noir’s comment which could fuel Adrien’s inferiority complex. He may start believing that even Ladybug believes she is superior.

My theory is that this will blow up in everyone’s face this season. Chat Noir may turn into a villain, or be manipulated if someone else catches on to his insecurity (i/e Lila/Gabriel).

Next topics of discussion:

Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Guilt Complex

Marinette’s Dupain-Cheng’s Major Character Flaw

Adrien Agreste’s Major Character Flaw

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ship history meme!

Embrace your past and get to know your friends’ fandom origins!

Rules: Post gifs of your fandoms / ships starting with your most current hyperfixation and work backwards. (Bonus points if you share any stories about how or when you got into that ship! But not necessary!!) Then tag anyone whose fandom history you’d like to learn about!

Okay here we go! I have a LOT of otps but I’m just gonna do 10 cause, yikes. I was tagged by the amazing @twobrokenwyngs thank you SO much <33

1) OTP: You look amazing from Prodigal Son

This ship kinda snuck up on me. I was enjoying this show for what it was but then I was hit in the face with feels. I’m not sure if they’re going to actually end up in relationship but their small moments are very electrically charged with meaning (to the point where it encouraged me to write fic, and I usually don’t do that unless it’s serious lol) Also honestly, the moment Bright said “you’re the one I like talking to” put air in my sails.

2) OTP: I’m gonna teach you from Good Girls

I make jokes that it should probably be ‘I’m gonna shoot you’ but it always feels too soon ;) uh, I don’t know, these two everyone is probably into if you watch the show. They’re kinda the couple that you love to hate and really want together all at the same time. I think they could be SO GREAT with better communication. They definitely unlock something in one another and I’m not sure they’re going to get back on track (or if it’s even possible) but they’re still great to watch with one another.

3) OTP: My truest self from Sanditon

Ugh first of all? This is all because of Theo James and I am a fucking sap for period pieces, so I knew when I went into this that it (a: didn’t end well and b: wouldn’t stop me) was going to destroy me. I love the amount of emotion and conversations that are applied through touch and eye contact and period piece dances really do that. I also love Theo James playing an asshole character who was jaded about love that turned into him finding the love of his life (and yes, he loses her, but there are SOULMATE conversations that make it worth it). This bitch actually said “i believe I am my best self, my truest self, when I’m with you” and i cry every single time.

4) OTP: Just like me from Peaky Blinders

Just as the OTP title suggests, these two for me are different halves of the same coin. They bring something out in one another; two dangerous men that keep ending up working with one another. There’s a lot of backstabbing and bribes and miscommunication but they are the same and that’s how they thrive together. I feel like there’s not a lot of people Tommy truly trusts--but the fact that he shot Alfie and didn’t actually kill him and then knew he was alive and took care of his dog like--come on, that’s some soulmate shit. The one scene where Aflie is screaming in Tommy’s face is peak cinema and honestly, one of the most energized and arousing scenes like get a damn room. I’m really hoping they work together in the next upcoming season.

5) OTP: You’re not alone from Star Wars

I mean, the darkest dark meeting the lightest light only to realize that it’s actually BACKWARDS and that they’re fucking dyads in the force? Like fUCK OFF. Literally they are two halves of a whole and I’m all about that shit. I’m also suckers for tragic heroes and my trash son Kylo finding his redemption arc through Rey? Yessss, I’ll eat that shit all day.

6) OTP: A touch of destiny from The Witcher

There’s not much to say other a big grump who didn’t think he deserves love meets someone who’s on her own self-journey and they discover that they actually need one another. It’s beautiful.

7) OTP: End of the line from Marvel

I have nothing to say other than: when Bucky couldn’t even remember who he was, he remembered Steve--the man on the bridge. I have nothing to say other than: when Bucky went to ‘finish his mission’ Steve was going to let him pummel him because he was ‘with him until the end of the line’. s o u l m a t e s.

8) OTP: Isn’t that kinda the whole point from Supernatural

This one doesn’t really get old but these two have literally died and sacrificed themselves for the other that I can’t even get into fifteen seasons of examples. But they’re soulmate material, made of the same stuff, they are one another’s heavens. I love them more than myself. They’re also touchy as fuck.

9) OTP: Do I look like a freshman? from Glee

Once again, these two do not get old for me. The moment where Blaine felt wanted by Sebastian, I was sold. Granted, they don’t get developed very well across the show (that’s what fic is for) but I think if the writers would have actually given them a chance compared to shoving Klaine down our throats, they could have been something with some character development. Regardless, I still feel like what we got of Sebastian is ten times better than we ever got of Kurt--and that’s the tea.

10) OTP: Break you in two from The Originals

Klaus is one of my favorite male characters over the arc of The Vampire Dairies-- he’s so complex, a tragic hero and legit someone who struggles with wanting to be a good person and the demons he has that prevents him from doing that. Cami was someone who saw through that dark side and I knew the moment I saw her on the first episode of the show that I was going to love them. They go through a lot of soulmate moments, including the one in the gif mentioned above (basically, he says that no matter the situation, no matter how he would have ended up in New Orleans--that he would have found her). And even though Cami dies, Klaus promises to ‘carry her with him’, therefore always remembering her. I cry a lot.

Some other mentionables in no particular order:

Barry/Caitlin from The Flash

Caroline/Stefan from The Vampire Dairies

Elizabeth/Reddington from The Blacklist

Isaac/Scott from Teen Wolf

Ichabod/Abbie from Sleepy Hollow

Disclaimer: No gifs are mine, nor do I claim credit!

Tags: @badguywindow @floweryshell @hunoncall @captainallthingspurpleme @kanversrph @seblaineaddict @riosnecktattoo @blackisblackisblack @medievalraven @ttinycourageous @taraknowless and anyone else who wants to dig in :3

#post #this was so much fun #i have so many OTPs how painful #about me

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actual session 8 notes

• I made a mistake

○ Mistake as in I came in late oops

• Anyways

• They're talking abt hair

• For sneak attack you roll 2d6 just a friendly reminder to yourself

○ oH IT TELLS U IN DNDBEYOND HOW MUCH FOR SNEAK ATTACK OKAY

• Now they're talking abt pranking ppl in the rides

• Now they're talking abt disneyland problems

• Now they're talking abt rollercoasters

• Jacob's fish ate each other

• Ok dnd time

○ "no worries" re: me being late s u r e ok nvm it's not depression time

• Passive perception checks and then we do smth idk

• Last session(s)

○ Downtime and then breakfast was bombed

○ Found out the attack was deliberate

○ Went to the one fancy villa house and got into a few fights

○ A nimblewright ?? Was responsible for the attack ig

○ We dipped and it's rainy

• The city is engulfed in thiccccc fog

○ Walking back to mirt's house

§ Lillian got prankt

• Lillian's sister has a guinea pig

○ Its name is buttercup

○ "buttercup dumpy tho" - jacob, 2020

• We're talking abt china's laws wrt eating dogs

• We're in the fog going to mirt's

○ Mirt's house is in sea ward, we're in north ward (a ward away)

○ If we just walk it's a half mile away

○ But there r streets so like a mile walk

○ Visibility is bad bc spring fog

○ Disadvantage on perception checks, visibility reduced to 30 ft

○ We're walking we get there

• Cel knocks

○ No one answers the door

○ Adam is making an investigation check

§ Does a short tour of the front, nothing out of the ordinary

§ Door is locked

§ Looking into the house there's an occasional candle burning by itself

□ Adam uses thaumaturgy to rapidly change the color of the lights inside to see if he can get anyone's attention

® Lights change color, nothing happens

§ Maybe we'll break in but cel will try the pebble on a window thing first

□ Throws, door opens and floon lets us in

□ Mans just got up

® We're a lil wet

□ It's abt 5am

• Short rest? There's no medium rest

○ I want cake I might make cupcakes after this bc I need cake sugar

§ I'll make cake after this and watch criminal minds bc it had me scream

○ We're taking shifts for keeping watch sleeping in mirt's living room w windows facing out onto the street

○ We're taking a long rest

• When cel is on watch she's just watching the door and windows

• Eventually renaer and floon get up n operate on a normal schedule

• Cut straight to wake up

○ Once we're all up it's raining

○ Hi jacob's dad isn't his name frederic ? Oh god I could b v wrong but I'm p sure bc when marguerite named the squirrel someone was like it's jacob's dad

§ "usually what I say should be cut off" - frederic, 2020

§ Aw bye jacob's dad

§ Jacob sounds exactly like his dad

□ Tb to the one time we were playing split the room on jackbox w my cousins and my dad and the choice was trading ur average newborn for an uber smart one or not and all of the cousins and myself said don't trade and mY DAD SAID TRADE

• It's pouring

• Mirt doesn't seem to b here but we can talk to renaer and floon

○ Gonna talk to them abt the mansion n ppl / things at the mansion

○ Oh a nimblewright is the one thing

§ Oops I accidentally googled it and turns out they're employed as bodyguards / assassins / spies

○ "renAer . Do u recognize this symbol"

§ He is indeed familiar w the crest

§ "well to me this looks like the house of grahlund (idk) ?? Or smth"

§ The houses of waterdeep

§ We're suss abt the book

□ We don't see any other black pages tho

§ Adam says the gnome was unfortunately barbecued

□ "trying to deliver the stone of galore" to us probs

□ Y would he deliver it to us

□ "bc mirt is relatively well known ,, this house is probs well watched"

□ The stone of galore v sought after by noble families apparenTly

□ The house ppl r embezzling that's y they want the rock

□ Had their robot blast our door for it

□ But now city watch probably has it

□ Theo remembers the one elven lady having seen someone run off

□ The zents want it, the nobles want it, the citywatch want it

○ So is the plan to go find a zent ??? Or what we'd learn if we went to the robot's location

§ I don't remember any frickin robot I'm just trying to pick up on context clues

§ Oh right grinda in mistshore ?

§ We're gonna go find grinda

□ It's like around 4 in the afternoon

□ Sun not shining too brightly

□ Renaer not coming

® Ur leaving groot w renaer this time

□ Neither is floon, mirt mentioned he had to go do some business elsewhere

® Adam is currently suspicious of mirt

□ We need a ride

® We all dish out 3 copper for a taxi

® Dom dabbed and no one cares

○ Can u drop a message to the guy ?? Somehow ?? Somewhere ?? Just like ,, keep him in the loop ???? Ur confused

• Ok we pay

○ Adam is playing the uke

§ We're in the cab

§ Imagine it's raining aggressively

§ A dwarf guild member picks us up

§ Ugh I want cake

§ Could I bake while playing hm

§ Cab driver has a rigging of sorts set up

§ I have to pee too

§ Any interesting looking ppl in the cab w us ?

○ A gnome w a fedora looking p drenched, dragonborn woman half sleeping kinda elderly, human man

§ Adam slaps the gnome, you stare at the gnome, gnome looks at adam and adam runs an insight check adam rolls 23, gnome tries to look surprised but looks like he's overacting

§ "there's not a lot of big ideas here"

§ "well that's obvious enough"

§ Gnome picks up on stare

§ You get the paper you flip it, you roll for insight gets 22

□ Takes the bait, looks at the paper; eventually human gets off

□ We're getting close to outskirts of dock ward, road is mud

□ At some point the gnome tries to start conversation

□ "say what's that you've got there"

□ "well I only saw him at the carnival that shows up every fall"

® Common in the autumn but not nowadays

® Would have to wait another summer

□ "are you a nimblewright fanatic sir"

® "all I'm saying is I like springtime rain as much as the next guy but when the wind season comes in it's kinda unusual"

® Gnome's name is elbridge

◊ Adam rolls for insight

} 25

} Looks like he's used to saying that name but it might not be his name

® "say I have some business to attend to so driver u can keep the tip just don't tell the guild" dwarf nods and slows the horses down, gnome gets off and dips

• Adam wants him to blow a nose

• "did he leave any little hairs" - marguerite, 2020

○ Cab driver shouts and says no stabbing on the cart

• We're in the dock ward, cart stops and dwarf leans over and makes us get out

○ Shakes his head and says we shouldn't go to mistborne

○ "is there any instruction you can give us for how to 'get there get there' because you're not 'taking us taking us'" - adam, 2020

• Aerana's leading

○ Dom sends a map

○ We're not standing on the muddy running water streets but on wooden planking

○ You have your dagger at hand

○ Beached ships but ppl living inside them probably

○ U can see there r some ppl peeking out of various doorways + shifty characters milling abt

○ Cel and adam r holding hands

○ Adam is sweating a lot but cel still holds it

○ At some point a dragonborn that looks like a sailor or smth w lots of battlewounds n tattoos looks p savage w dull brown color to scales, stands in front of u without saying anything

○ Ur like a lil shorter than humans and dragonborn r much taller

§ "I have business in mistborne what are you doing in my way"

§ Not so many city types

§ Adam mumbles smth under his breath

□ Asks adam what kind of business

□ "we're looking for grinda"

® Tries to appear jovial

® Says ah yes she lives here

® Dragon therapy

◊ He takes and puts to temple

◊ U pay him 3 gold

◊ Grinda garloff

} Strange woman w a shed at the end of the dock

} Take a left here and follow the sounds of the waves

} Throws out a fourth

– Has many visitors w strange visitors

◊ Cel says she likes his tattoos

} "yes these r when I was sailing around the isle of chault"

• We follow his directions and eventually get to d1, we see ppl trying to set a fire

○ Walk down the dock towards d2, door to north of d2 has small assemblage of ppl

○ Can see up to 60 ft away some odd looking ppl

§ Four thugs bearing weapons; three humans w a dwarf barking instructions, attempting to break down the door to d2

§ Might b grinda's house but we really don't know

§ Adam spruces up the one fire of the dock workers

□ Cel lets go of adam's hand

□ They don't notice adam did it

• Adam tries to hear what the dwarf is saying bc it's rainy and doesn't hear anything

○ Lots of shifty ppl around

○ Some of them r watching the scene and also us

○ We approach the audience

§ Adam nudges the friendliest looking person

§ We all go up onto the elevated ship

§ Immediately ppl look at us suss

□ Confrontational almost and eventually a half-elf woman asks us if we're here to watch them string up grinda

® Cel makes persuasion check

® Isn't there another door ?

® Adam goes to cushiest looking person and asks y they're after grinda

◊ Old grizzled halfling answers adam and says grinda took smth she wasn't supposed to have

◊ "we're here to make sure that grinda doesn't escape unharmed"

◊ "we're pretty tough as well" adam says

◊ More ppl come over closer to us

◊ Adam asking how much it would be to outbuy

◊ "that depends on how much you're asking oh wrinkly one"

◊ Halfling confers w fellows

◊ Halfling appears to be a ringleader

} Says 15 dragons

– 19 for insight

w Confident guy, lived a tough life

w Ppl put their trust in him

w Halfling says 15 is bargain price

w Unsuccessful try to push the price down you all cough up 3 dragons

– They start distributing dragons

w Not used to containing excitement

○ After distributing money asks if we have a bone to pick with the xants

§ Adam's gonna play them a song and plays it so hard it casts shatter on the dock the thugs are standing on

□ Constitution saving throws for everything

® Two of the bandits and the dwarf fail their saving throws, other two succeed

® Tl;dr the dock - two of them r shocked so hard they're either dead or unconscious

® Dwarf Is particularly affected

® Dock they're standing on collapses

® Door blasted off inwards

◊ "that's a little trick I learned at bard school"

◊ Ppl on the boat have moved away

® Humans and dwarves screaming

◊ 3 left

} We're not killing them just going into the house

} Go to the side entrance

– V small room w all bare necessary fixtures

– Strange safes n intricate bolted locks

– Hanging talismans from the roof

– Nvm went too fast

w Aerana jumps and runs into a wall but you run into a cabinet

w 3 damage

w Human woman looks unconscious

w Adam casts healing word

w Resuscitates her

w Has mismatched eyes, one yellow other dark green

w V gray hair

w Doesn't look particularly old just has gray hair

w Startles when she wakes up trying to assess our intentions

w Adam tries to convince her the thugs outside tried to blow up her door

w 18 for deception

w Lie works

w "who are you people?"

® Theo asks if she knows anything abt this *pulls out paper*

◊ Affirms we're not w the xants

◊ "I appreciate what you did my name's grinda"

◊ Doesn't look used to talking to this many ppl at once

◊ Stands up and busies herself w putting the room back in order

◊ Looks like she had been barricading the door w stuff before everything was knocked over

◊ "you're telling me you just happened across this place and drove off some xants for some odd purpose"

◊ "actually we were looking for you" - theo

◊ Were told she might have smth to do w the paper

◊ "all the homies hate xanathar" - adam, 2020

} "I've had my dealings w the xanathar before…" admits she was in over her head

} Looking at the paper "so this nimblewright was instructed to drop off an artifact I was supposed to hold for the xanathars

} She got greedy bc she's a treasure-seeker

} The artifact is worth a lot

} "it's just what we do lady" - adam, 2020

} Adam is gonna charm her

– Adam tries to flex "what exactly what was the dangerous item that put a poor, poor, well-facially featured woman like you in danger" what is this jacob

w 17 persuasion

– Her expression changes a little

– It's the stone

w "I was attempting to attune with it but I was unable to in time"

w She put it in a hide hole

w Adam offers to trade hidey-hole locations

w She has a rat familiar and instructed it to take the stone to the city of the dead

w "can you tell the rat to bring it back"

• The city of the dead: mass cemetery where ppl of waterdeep bury their dead within city limits

○ Almost like its own ward

○ In the garlock? Garlof? family mausoleum

○ Adam gets her to pull out some of the items she's collected; some resistance

§ She comes back w a brass ring

□ Once one is attuned to it you are rendered invisible

□ "hold on to that for me hun and I'll come back"

○ Aerana is aware there are guards posted at night but it's a vast open space

• To the cemetery we will go

• Summary

○ Successfully dispatched the thugs

○ Gradually learning more abt the alleged horde of dragons

#sn #8 #dnd #d&d #wdh

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mortaems-blog · 5 years

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* taps mic * so, uh, is this thing on ? hello ! my name’s stevie, i’m twenty ( she/they pns, please ) and i’m writing out of aest ! [ bill hader vc ] i like true crime and pretending like i don’t have a million things to do outside of writing ! anyways ! under the cut you’ll find information about francesca ramorini, ezra kennedy and percy frazer ! u know the drill, like this & i’ll pop into your ims either here or on disc.ord to plot !

francesca magdalene ramorini. vampire. old.

full name: francesca magdalene ramorini. physical age: thirty-one. real age: six hundred and seventy seven. birthplace: milan, italy. birthdate: january sixth, 1342. nationality: italian. species: vampire. gender identity: cis female, she/her pronouns. sexuality: bisexual.

when i say she’s old, i mean old. francesca and her brother, domenico, are from 13th century milan, where their family were originally some of the most prolific hunters in italy. the ramorinis had been vampire hunters for years previous, but it was their parents who had really cemented the reputation as some of the best. the ramorinis were a big name in milan anyway, just because of how ridiculously wealthy they were. these guys are fucking loaded. they were very much the apex predator in the milani aristocracy at the time. naturally, the whole ‘we’re a bunch of vampire hunters’ thing is very hidden, concealed under the family’s reputation as the owners of what feels like an impossibly large international bank that funded chunks of the holy roman empire. with all that in mind, francesca grows up with absolutely nothing but opulence, and their parents really allow her to grow into her own woman --- strong, determined, with a mind for both family trades. there was never any chance of her just sitting round and being complacent in the predetermination of her life ; she’s always been headstrong, brave, intelligent and opinionated, too loud for her own good, a face to turn heads.

they have a younger brother, too, fredo. ( the name is very significant. ) as dom and francesca started to learn to hunt themselves, they’d often end up with fred tagging along, and for the most part that was fine. fred’s a bit of a weirdo, but having them around wasn’t so bad --- until one particular hunt. really, it’s no one’s fault ( despite a centuries-long running joke that it was fred that got them there in the first place ) ; it’s a case of wrong place, wrong time. anyways, francesca and dom were turned on that particular hunt and their entire world just kinda spun out, tbh. they were so accustomed to seeing vampires and whatnot as the absolute enemy, nothing more than a scourge to be wiped out --- but now they were part of that scourge.

francesca especially had a hard time dealing with the transition. everything she knew was flipped on its head, a life she once looked forward to reveling in lost in the blink of an eye, the sink of a fang. the transition isn’t easy, but she shoulders it regardless because it’s just part of life now. she gives up the life she was meant to have and forges a new one --- and she thinks she’ll hate it, but it turns out to be oddly freeing. she takes up art, learns to paint and sculpt from some of the greatest ; she learns more than she ever could as an aristocrat, becomes rather chameleonic about it all.

so, anyways ! she and dom are in louisiana now, in this massive fucking mansion that they wrangled ; francesca moonlights as any number of different jobs. she teaches a late - night art class, runs an adult ballet class ( she danced with fonteyn in the 40s ) --- she’s become incredibly comfortable in the life she’s built. falling into it all was easier than she ever imagined it could be.

anyways, fun facts:

she dresses so goddamn well. she looks good literally all the time, and she fuckin KNOWS it / francesca honey stop wearing expensive tailored suits everywhere ur going to make men insecure

won’t ever shut up about emily dickinson or georgia o’keeffe........ #ma’am ur crush is loud and painful

the hot aunt aunt at the dinner party who simultaneously judges ur decisions and encourages them

yet another ramorini casanova ... are we surprised yet ( no )

ezra riley kennedy. hunter. twenty - one.

full name: ezra riley kennedy. physical age: twenty-one. birthplace: hoboken, new jersey. birthdate: july ninth, 1998. nationality: american. species: human. gender identity: non-binary, they/them pronouns. sexuality: pansexual.

i need it known right fockin now that i would literally die for ezra . they’re my FUCKING baby and i won’t shut up about it

ezra was born to two former hunters who gave up the minute they were pregnant. it wasn’t a choice they were particularly willing to make, and despite swearing that they’d stop after having kids they never really did. almost immediately after ezra was born their parents were back out hunting again, leaving the baby with their grandparents. as such, ezra’s raised entirely by their maternal grandparents. they simultaneously teach them their family history ( an extensive hunting background, the expectations that sit heavy on their shoulders. ezra’s expected to carry on the family legacy the minute they turn eighteen, to learn how to hunt and kill. admittedly, it’s a shock to the system.

they’re not in much contact with their parents. they come home every so often, greet their kid and go straight to sleep. there’s very little real interaction / gets to the point where ezra thinks of them more as irritating roommates that come home late and eat everything than actual parents. their loyalty is to their grandparents, without a doubt.

ezra’s keenly aware that they’ve got no choice in their career, but they can’t help but want some kind of say in it. they excel at stem subjects in school, more often found in science labs testing hypotheses in their free time than anywhere else. they’re left alone more often than not, slipping through school without much of a problem until they’re sixteen and their parents die in the middle of a hunt. it’s a rude shock to the system, having to bury both parents at such a young age but they do it with tremendous grace and class. shortly after the funeral, they drop out of school to start hunting.

they’re jaded going into it, definitely. their only real image of hunters is the one they were handed by their parents --- of dark circles under eyes, chain smoking, swallowing bourbon like water, passing out, rinse and repeat. they’re determined to break that mold, to do something different but they won’t lie, they considered it at first. for their first few hunts they tried to imitate their parents, and it didn’t turn out well --- so, like everything else, ezra fits it to themself, and the rest is history. they develop their own style, and it works.

hoboken is too small, not enough for them so they pack up and move off to louisiana. ( they’d found an old journal of their parents’, with notes alluding to a wish to move to new orleans and despite not being close they figured it might be a good idea. ) they’ve been in nola for about a year now, and they’re growing to love it. they’ve always been a city kid, and there’s something about nola just speaks to them.

so, fun facts:

super good with technology. they fix shit in their free time, & they build computers n shit ?????

smells like frangipani and jasmine and ginger. they smell really fucking good for some reason

lots of denim and leather and yellow in their outfits. they’ve got one particular leather jacket for hunting, but they kinda started a collection

angelic in every single way possible

has a black cat, named salem. salem’s a good cat.

percy floyd frazer. witch. twenty - four.

full name: percy floyd frazer. physical age: twenty-four. birthplace: amsterdam, the netherlands. birthdate: february 12th, 1995. nationality: british. species: witch. gender identity: demi male, he/they pronouns. sexuality: bisexual.

percy ....... sighs. i love him so fuckin much

so ! percy is born to two english witches while they’re on holiday in amsterdam, a pregnancy that both parties had been hoping for ; their household was starting to feel awfully lonely, and a baby sounded like the perfect way to round it all out. naturally, though, nothing goes to plan --- his arrival puts ‘unwarranted stress’ on his dad, who cuts his losses and runs about a month after percy’s birth. bit of a dick move, but let’s move on. his mother, annaliese, doesn’t harbour any real resentment towards his dad for leaving ; she’d fallen in love with amsterdam on their brief holiday and was planning on breaking up and moving there anyway.

so ! for his entire childhood, it’s just percy and his mom, and it’s the best kind of childhood you could ask for. he grows up watching all the same movies as his mom, reading her books and just hanging around her 24/7. ngl he kinda had the coolest childhood ???? his mom loved to rent out her favourite bands’ old tour videos and there’s many an afternoon where the two of them would sit there and just listen to music together. their relationship is very similar to that of theo and his mother from the goldfinch, if that gives anyone a frame of reference.

he’s about thirteen when she finally sits him down, tells him about the magic that whispers a steady thrum in his veins. she tells him about the uprising, about the way magic has become outlawed, how he has to learn to restrain himself. it’s a lot for someone so young to understand, but he sits through it patiently, peppering questions here and there. he doesn’t seem particularly enthused about his heritage ( really, who would ) --- his mother barely holds back the tremor in her voice throughout the conversation.

the more percy learns about the restriction of magic, the more bitter and jaded he grows about it all. he doesn’t hate himself, nor his mother, hates the pureblood monarchy with such a passion it’s almost terrifying. he’s sixteen when he swears off magic, tries to quash it down the best he can. he point - blank refuses to accept that it’s part of him, and tries to find a passion that distracts him from it. that ends up being music, and he takes to it like a fish takes to water. the minute he picks up a guitar, it’s like his world makes sense.

they’ve been living in amsterdam this entire time, wasting afternoons in art galleries and bakeries. percy’s eighteen when he decides that it’s time to spread his wings and move away --- his decision is hardly precise, he throws a dart at a map and hopes for the best. it lands on new orleans, louisiana, and he just kinda goes with it. he doesn’t have much to pack up: a single suitcase full of clothes, another filled with books and dvds, and his guitars, that’s it. both him and his mom cry at the airport, but it’s happy crying.

so, anyways ! he’s been in louisiana for six years now, and he loves it. when he first moved he worked any number of casual jobs, but he’s settled into one as a bookseller in an indie bookshop. he writes film + music reviews for a number of online sites as well, so he’s got himself a steady lil income.

some fun facts:

dresses like an utter e-boy and i won’t apologise for it

looks n acts like an arrogant prick sometimes but truly....... sweet, kind, would do anything for the people he loves ( even if that number is small )

totally pretentious about his tastes. don’t start him, for the love of god

perpetually got his glasses on, perpetually holding an oversized cup of tea

has a collection of tiny little tattoos ( they’re all references to books / movies / music he loves )

i ............ love him a lot

#ofmintro #only took me 3 days..............

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1 of the SENTENCE STARTERS for Theo! 💓

Lol Damn u crushin on him hard. Ok any one of the starters huh? Hmmm~

12. “i’m pretty good at providing distractions.”Theodore sighed contently as he lay back in the tub, his scalp being messaged by a very lovely lady by the name of Clara. He hadn’t had a nice bath like this in a while, having been running about with his brothers and Ed, following along to the old man’s brilliant thieving shenanigans. But aside from getting a little too ripe to his liking, he also needed to take a break away from his dear siblings. Or rather Nick who getting cranky again.

“You’re scowling again silly~” Clara pulled him out of his thoughts with a giggle, gently tapping the crease of his furrowed brow. “You’re gonna look like for permanently if you keep it up. C'mon, relax and stop thinking about the stressful things.“

Theo did just that and relaxed, flashing a smile to the pretty brunette. "My apologies, ma'am. I’d never mean to have my thoughts wander, ‘specially when I have such beautiful company in front of me~” The comment did the trick, having sweet Clara blush and giggle playfully.

“Just was thinkin’ bout the issues back at the ranch. M'brother’s and I are the newest workers right? And the owner of the property has taken a bit of likin’ to us all and the other ranch hands that been there longer don’t really ‘preciate that. But they’ve been given us a lil hell lately. Mainly my big brother, he gets antagonized the easiest. And his grumpiness kinda fouls up the air y'know? So i needed to get away and find myself in much more sweeter company for a while. But I guess even here, m'thoughts keep going back to my problems, knowin’ I can’t run from em."

Clara hummed and worked on washing his arms, gently tracing the scars from old fights. "Well, I don’t know much of the situation but it sounds like maybe them other ranch hands just don’t think you deserve the attention ya get. Maybe you can find a way ta prove your skills to em. Impress em. Or at least get your brother on board so he can take all that anger and put it to somethin’ useful."

"Now that… Ain’t a bad idea.” Theodore said, feeling a bit stupid. “Guess I was overthinkin’ it with all the dramatics goin’ on back there. Smart and beautiful~ Anythin’ you can’t do Miss Clara?"

Clara blushed for what felt like the hundredth time since she entered the room to help assist the hotel guest. "Oh you damn flatterer Mr.Teale, don’t be puttin me on a pedestal an’ all that. There’s lotsa things I can’t do. Leave this damn dust town would be one a them.”“Ah, big dreams of movin’ on to them fancy cities? I think you’d do well there."

"Sorta. My sister lives up in New York but I need to save up money to pay off a few things and then get enough to pay for travelin’ that far. It’s too long and tirin’ for a wagon, especially on my own. Dangerous y'know? So I’ve been thinkin’ of doin’ a train but I swear, only the fancy ones do the longer trips and I can’t afford that. Oh! Reminds me, I heard one of them fancy trains is gonna be passin’ through our little station in a few days."

Ah there we are! He always loved visiting the ladies of these establishments. They were so eager to have a conversation about one thing or another that it only some time before he got at least one goof tip for a new job. "Oh? It one of them Cornwall trains?”

“Naw, some big name from far West. Like California West.”

“Hmmm… That sounds like it might be… Saxton owned if I’m recallin’ correctly.”

“Yeah that’s the name! Dunno why they’re passin through our lil Arkansas town for but it is what it is. I do know the kids in town will be flockin’ to that station when it passes through, to watch it like some silly two cent show.”

Now this… This what very interesting information. Robbing a train was always risky business. But Theo and his brothers… They knew Saxton trains, knew how they were built up and designed, how many security and passengers were usually on board. The wealth they carried… And it would be perfectly fitting too. Robbin’ dear ol’ Father’s train, just the three of them. And they could do it with three people he was sure. He’d run it by Leo first of course before pitching it to Nick. Being the most paranoid of the three, Nicky never liked doing anything unless it was cleanly planned out. But it could work. Had to. It would definitely shut the boys up back at camp. He realized Clara was talking again and he quickly tuned back in like the proper gentleman he use to be.

“Ah but listen to me ramble on! I got a job to do and I keep gettin’ distracted!”

Theo flashed a mischievous grin. “Aw what can I say? I’m pretty good at providing distractions~ But I can behave like a good boy if that helps.”

Clara gave a suggestive smile and leaned over more than needed to brush up against his damp skin as she washed the soap off his other arm. Seemed the flirtatious tension since the beginning of the bath was finally at a breaking point. Theodore definitely was not complaining, never did when the offer was on the table.

“I never said I didn’t like bein’ distracted."

Now that’s the words he loved to here. Theo chuckled and leaned in close in return, a breath apart from each other as he spoke softly against her. "Well then Ma'am.. Mind if I take up some more of your time?"

She definitely did not mind.—-

hhh i didn’t know where to end this exactly, also cuz i wrote this at work so i had to keep it sfw lmao

#theodore teale #ask #supersonic-peach #teale brothers #teale fic

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[RF] Vomit - a short story about a descent into a rabbit hole of drugs

(a repost after bot-moderator removed the original post on the spurious grounds that the story was less than 500 words, and cut out 2nd half of the story)

Theo returned from work at seven in the evening. It was still sunny. The heat was warm and caressed his skin as he sat on the porch of his parents’ house. It was no longer the oppressive heat of the midday. It was Friday evening, the beginning of weekend. The construction work that week had been gruelling, and Theo was going out as he did every weekend, to seek powerful stimuli that will make him forget about his mind-numbing daily reality.

He got a text message from Darius, a coworker whom he suspected of being on the psychopathic spectrum. That man is best avoided, thought Theo, but earlier that day he had a violent confrontation at work, and Darius had his back. They needed to discuss what happened. Darius was coming to pick him up in fifteen minutes.

Theo walked back into the house to put on his party clothes. He put on his gold chain, styled his hair, and put on his cologne. His parents were yelling at each other as usual, and his young siblings were screaming around the house. His mother asked him where he was going and he said “out”, and rushed out the door.

There was an old Mercedes waiting for him in front of the driveway. Darius sat and smiled in the passenger seat, and Theo got in the back.

- This is my cousin Marco, Darius introduced the driver.

Creepy looks seemed to run in their family. Marco was even paler and more bug-eyed than Darius. Darius always looked somewhat sweaty and oily, and showed a small range of emotions on his face. It was proof that he was subject to physiological processes of ordinary humans. His cousin Marco on the other hand looked like a vampire. His face was deathly pale, and dry, and it showed no emotion whatsoever.

- Marco’s got a sweet condo downtown. Want to join us there and party? said Darius. He’s got a DJ set and everything.

- Sounds good man, said Theo.

Darius then produced a massive bag of marijuana and started to roll a joint. He passed the bag to Theo so he can roll his own. It was a day of plenty. Darius also produced a tub of hemp oil. Theo had never seen such a thing before.

- That’s going to give you a massive kick, said Darius. You smudge some on the zigzags.

Sure enough the weed was powerful. The three men took the long route and drove slowly towards downtown. The sun was setting and Marco was playing reggae, which matched and enhanced the high of marijuana.

- So what do you do for a living, Marco? asked Theo.

- I’m a property manager, answered Marco.

- And his hobby is marijuana, as you can see, hehe, said Darius. He’s got some sweet connections, don’t you cousin?

- Let’s just say I know some very important people, said Marco.

- Cool, which properties? asked Theo again.

- Several high rises downtown.

- We are actually making a quick detour to one of them, said Darius, then we will head back to Spaulding Avenue to the condo.

- Oh, you got some work to do man? said Theo, just drop us off at the club district.

- It’s a quick drop-off, don’t worry, explained Darius.

At some point Marco got a call from his girlfriend. Theo was surprised that Marco had a girlfriend, or that he was capable of any form of intimacy whatsoever. The woman seemed to complain about losing her keys, or some other household item. Marco remained cold as ice, but his words were incredibly abusive.

- Well honey, you are such a damned retard. What exactly is the use of having you in the house? You never clean the house. You live like a pig. It’s always cluttered, and there’s no wonder you lose stuff all the time. Maybe don’t be such a stupid pig next time.

They pulled up to a run down condominium for the drop off. They were in the middle of the projects. A young man in a sports hoodie walked over to the car and leaned into the passenger window. He seemed restless, as he was constantly rocking back and forth. Darius pulled a plastic-wrapped rectangular package out of the glove compartment and handed it to the man, who quickly slipped it under his grey hoodie and disappeared.

As they drove off, Marco finally initiated a conversation.

- Darius told me you had a scuffle with Larry today. That was hilarious. I can just imagine Larry’s face when he saw that kid all bloodied up. And the dead dog, haha.

- Wait, you know the plaza owner? The guy with the ponytail? asked Theo.

- Oh, of course. I manage half his properties. Listen, you guys got nothing to worry about. The matter has already been resolved. Larry stepped over the line. He is like that, he will test you and try to squeeze you as much as he can. But if he sees that you can’t be squeezed, he’s reasonable.

- Good to know! said Theo. He was surprised and he began to piece it all together.

- Yeah man, said Darius, we got bikers on our side, thanks to Marco. Larry won’t do a thing.

They finally arrived to the condo. It was in a high-end building. They arrived to an empty apartment with a beautiful balcony view. But the apartment was empty inside, except a large mattress on the floor and a DJ set with two speakers size of chairs. There were already people inside. Two guys were sprawled on the mattress, dysfunctionally high. A third man was spinning on the DJ set and listening to the music on headphones.

The new arrivals settled in and Marco took over the DJ set. He started blasting reggae on the speakers so loud that Theo could hardly talk to anyone.

- It’s a sick system, someone told Marco.

- It is, but the stupid neighbours complain about it all the time.

- You have to play reggae loud in order to properly enjoy it, said Darius, smiling.

At some point Marco approached Theo and started a conversation with him. He didn’t really make eye contact, and he talked slow.

- Darius told me what you did today. You got balls, and you got brains. That’s rare.

- Thanks.

- I don’t know why you do that job with that grouchy grandpa, what’s his name? It’s a gutter job, and you have a gutter boss. You are too good for that.

- I hate that job, man, said Theo. Thinking of his past experiences on the job, and imagining the prospect of it going on indefinitely, his stoned mind filled with terror.

- If you want to make some real money, you talk to me. I can get you in the property management, you know what I mean?

- I know what you mean.

- Think about it. You don’t want to be on the bottom of the system.

Marco then went on a tangent about the system. Speaking from his personal experience, he explained how all the judges are corrupt and hypocritical. He ended up in some legal trouble for doing what he does, and they took him down just so they can have their own people do the same thing. There is no justice out there. There is no right and wrong. There is only loyalty.

Suddenly, one of the recreational drug users began to convulse on the mattress. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he started foaming at his mouth. His lips turned blue.

- He swallowed his tongue, pull his tongue out, said Marco. The music was still blaring.

Marco knelt next to the guy and stuck his fingers in his throat. He pulled out the man’s tongue, and the man vomited on the carpet immediately after.

- Give him some water! said Marco. Someone brought a glass from the kitchen.

In about five minutes the man had regained his wits. Once it was clear that he would not die, Marco worked himself up into a rage.

- You damned junky! Don’t you have any self-control? Last thing I need right now is a dead body in my goddamn apartment. Who brought this asshole? Lawrence, did you bring this bitch?

Lawrence said nothing. Marco slapped the junky on the back of the head.

- Hello? What’s your name? What did you take?

- I’m sorry man, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened there.

- Sorry? You better get your ass up and clean that pile of puke off my carpet! Before we all start barfing from the stink.

The junky said he’d do it. He got up to find some rags in the kitchen, but suddenly rushed towards the exit door, grabbed his shoes in his hands, and tried to get out. The door was locked and he couldn’t figure out how to open it on time. Marco caught up to him, threw him on the ground and began kicking him and cursing. The junky had no choice, he went back to the kitchen slowly this time and found a rug and a roll of pepper towels and a bucket, and begun cleaning his mess.

Everyone’s buzz was beginning to clear off. Theo’s phone started ringing. It was his mom. He went out onto the balcony.

- Honey, where are you? Are you going to come back soon? Please come back soon, okay?

Theo hung up and went back inside. He said bye to everyone and went back home by public transport. As he sat in the back of an empty bus and looked on outside, he had one thought that came back to him over and over again.

- I need to get out of here. I need to go back to school, or something, anything, but I need to get out of here.

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BITE- A THEO RAEKEN IMAGINE

AN: First time I’m actually writing in forever. Be nice please lol! goddamn. Kinda intense I guess. Set in Season 5. Requested: “My name is Violet! Can I have a Theo imagine where I’m Jackson’s sister, and Theo’s the bad boy thats good only for you type of thing? And like, its kinda like Lydia and Aidan’s relationship but a happy ending? Angstyish please!” PAIRED WITH Theo prompt request- “Because then you might just have to admit that you like me.”

Kiss me on the mouth and set me free

Sing me like a choir

I can be the subject of your dreams

Your sickening desire

Don’t you want to see a man up close?

A phoenix in the fire

God damn whoever created Theo Raeken, you thought with a groan as the chimera in question leaned against the locker beside yours, a smirk hanging off his lips as he ran a hand through his infuriatingly perfect hair.

“In a rush, Whittemore?” He asked you, raising an eyebrow as he noted you furiously throwing books into your bag. His gaze strayed towards the brilliant purple bruises peeking out from underneath the collar of your tight grey turtleneck- souvenirs of the night you’d spent together- and you indignantly tugged your collar up as a mischievous grin lit up his face.

He cursed his regenerative abilities for healing the marks you had left on him too quickly…

“To get away from you? Absolutely.” You answered with a snort, not yet deigning to look at him. There was a sharp laugh from down the hall, and you huffed as you realized Liam was listening to your conversation. Ever since Theo had expressed an interest in you in the beginning of the year, the pack had been vigilant in keeping an eye on you at all times.

What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them…

A look of mock-hurt crossed over his too perfect features, and he raised a hand to where his heart lie as if he was wounded. There was a teasing glint in his eyes, as if he enjoyed the theatric you two were putting on far too much. “That hurt, Vi.”

“Correction, Raeken. You need a heart for that, and I’m under the impression that you don’t have one.” You answered dryly, a glimmer of true iciness in your tone, and you continued to ignore the prying eyes of those in the hall as they watched you mercilessly tear into Theo. As the sister of Jackson Whittemore, you’d been subjected to the attention of nearly all of Beacon Hills’ male population, and they’d seen you harshly reject more than a few boys who thought you were shallow enough to fall for their games. Why would Theo Raeken be any different?

In all honesty, you had no clue.

Since he’d returned to Beacon Hills, Theo had been relentless in his pursuit of you. Not fully trusting the omega yet powerless when faced with his blinding smile and shameless flirting, you’d quickly fallen into a relationship that nearly mirrored that of Lydia and Aiden’s the year prior. It was all makeout sessions in empty classrooms and the back of the library, completely and totally a secret from the rest of your pack. This little scene was merely a ploy to throw the pack off your trail, but you knew you couldn’t keep something like this a secret for too long…

Which is why you were ending this little affair today. Sure, you wished Theo and the entire relationship could be different, but some things were just out of your hands, and you valued your pack far more than… whatever Theo was, really.

“Ouch.” Theo smiled at you, curiosity in his eyes as he caught the bite in your words. “What makes you think that?”

“You’ve never given me a reason to believe otherwise, Raeken.” You turned to him with a pointed look, something akin to frustration and exhaustion in your vibrant green eyes.

“Let me prove you wrong.” He answered quickly, a sly and self satisfied expression on his face as he gently took the hand you’d been resting on your locker door, letting his lips graze across your knuckles with a smirk. Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart clenched as you wondered whether any seemingly heartfelt gesture the boy had shown you was sincere. “Can I take you out tonight?”

“No, you can’t take me out tonight.” You answered immediately, ripping your hand out of his grasp with a forced smile. “In fact, you can take me out never.”

“I’m sure you need some time to rethink it.” He shot you that damned half smirk, and it took all of your strength to keep your heart beat steady.

“Don’t take it personally, T… Actually please do take it personally. You’re sort of an asshole.” You directed a bright, sarcastic smile his way before closing your locker door, turning on your heel, and strutting off in the opposite direction.

“You’ll change your mind!” He called after you as you turned, walking backwards with a smirk on your face.

“When hell freezes over.” You mock saluted him, turning back around and rolling your eyes as Liam fell into step beside you.

“That can be arranged!” He grinned, resting back against the locker as he watched you stride off with effortless grace and poise.

Damn, if only you knew what you did to him…

So kiss me on the mouth and set me free

But please don’t bite

You sighed as you rested your head in your hands, exhausted from attempting to conquer the stack of homework before you and more than a little annoyed at the chimera sitting across the library from you.

His presence was incredibly distracting, and the smirks he’d been sending your way certainly weren’t helping. Even now, as your eyes peered up from your hands, you noted his gleaming eyes trained intently on you and a brilliant smile on his face.

Damn him.

Truthfully, you didn’t know what drew you to the chimera. All you knew was that he was frustratingly gorgeous and you hated whatever it was that made your heart beat faster whenever he was around.

“Can I help you?” You called across the library dryly, knowing the librarian had already left for lunch and you were relatively alone with Theo.

Unfortunately.

“More like how can I help you, babygirl?” He shot back, that damned smirk toying on his lips. You cursed yourself internally for acknowledging his presence, knowing it would only end with you even more frustrated than before.

“And what on earth do you mean by that, Raeken?” You retorted disinterestedly as your rose from your seat, a book in your arms detailing a greek myth you’d grown rather intrigued by as of late.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at me, Violet.” He whispered huskily in your ear, his sudden appearance behind you sending a surprised jolt through your body. A strong hand rested on your waist as you reached up to retrieve a book, which he collected easily with his free hand and placed in your grasp. “And don’t lie. You may be able to fool everyone else, but I know.”

You whirled around in his arms, chin raised defiantly as he backed you against the bookshelf. His left hand rested on the bare skin that had been exposed by your top rising slightly, and his right was placed on the shelf beside your head, trapping you in his arms.

(You hated yourself for the way your heart started to race faster and the blush that was surely making its way to your face)

“Look, we can’t do this anymore, Raeken.” You sighed tiredly, noting the surprise that flickered in his eyes. “I can’t keep a secret like this from my pack. It’s tiring, and they don’t trust you-”

“Do you trust me?” He challenged, enjoying the way your heartbeat skipped and breathing hitched as he slid his hand a little higher up on your waist. Damn, did he love the way your felt in his arms. He leaned in, lips hovering over your ear. “Huh, babygirl?”

“Why does it matter if I do, when the people I trust the most don’t? Besides, you know it’s not that simple.” You replied with a raised eyebrow, raising your hands up to rest on his chest. His heartbeat thudded erratically beneath your touch, and the hint of a genuine smile played on your lips. “Looks like you do have a heart after all, Raeken.”

A real smile, albeit a sad one, replaced his smirk, and you watched in concealed awe as he visibly softened. Your skin tingled where his fingertips lay, and the hand he’d been resting on the shelf moved to gently caress your face. “It could be that simple.”

Your heartbeat thudded erratically as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his lips gently pressing against yours. You found yourself unable to push him away, far too intoxicated by his touch. He bit down softly on your bottom lip, and you dropped the book he’d given you as your hands moved to entangle themselves in his hair.

Stiles’ distinct voice rang through the library, and you suddenly realized the compromising position you and Theo were in. You quickly pulled back, sighing as you shook your head at the look of confusion in Theo’s eyes. You ducked underneath Theo’s arms, shooting an apologetic look his way.

“Nothing is ever simple in Beacon Hills, T.”

You can coax the cold right out of me

Drape me in your warmth

The rapture in the dark puts me at ease

The blind eye of the storm

Let’s go for a walk down Easy Street

Where you can be reborn

You slugged down another shot, the deafening music fading to a dull roar around you as the alcohol momentarily dulled your senses.

You groaned as the sensation faded and your ears were attacked yet again with the awful music, and you cursed your supernatural inability to get hammered and Brett for dragging you here yet again.

“Wingman duties again?” Hayden asked with a playful sympathetic smile as she placed another shot in front of you, and you laughed at your current state of misfortune.

“Sadly.” You responded, eyeing the neon colored shot glass wistfully. “Brett has bad taste in both men, women, and clubs.”

Hayden laughed, a loud, cheerful sound that brought a smile to your face. She was a sweet girl, and didn’t belong working in a seedy club like Sinema. Truthfully, you supposed it was less of a club and more of a beacon for underage drinkers and trouble.

Speaking of trouble, you thought as a familiar blue eyed boy took a seat next to you at the bar and sent a longing look your way. “What an unpleasant surprise. Theo, meet the lovely Hayden Romero, and Hayden, meet Trouble.”

You grinned at the girl, downing your shot before slipping her a few twenties and sliding off your bar stool, not missing the grateful smile she sent you. “Trouble, I think I’m in the mood to dance.” You declared, before turning to look at Hayden. “If you need a ride or if someone messes with you, Romero, you let me know.”

You winked at her, grabbing Theo’s arm as you moved towards the crowded dance floor. “Funny seeing you here. Following me now, Raeken?”

“Nothing you can prove.” He responded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You look good, babygirl.” He placed his hands on your back and pulled you closer to him, and you began to sway to the music. His close proximity reminded you of a similar position you’d been in with him just hours ago in the library, and you involuntarily shivered.

“Touché.” You replied in a whisper, your hands moving up to rest themselves on the back of his neck. Your breath caught in your throat as Theo leaned down to whisper in your ear, and you internally cursed him.

“You know, that dress would look even better on my floor.” He teased in a deep, husky voice. You shivered again, and he pulled you so that your chest was pressed against his.

“And it would look fabulous shoved down your windpipe.” You breathed out, already feeling what little was left of your willpower begin to crumble.

Damn him.

“Sounds kinky. Didn’t know you were into that kind of thing, Vi.” Theo smirked down at you, a determined look in his eyes as his hands moved to grip your hips.

“Guess you don’t know that much about me after all.” You shrugged, turning to grind against him as you continued to sway to the beat of the music.

His hands roamed your hips, pulling you closer and closer to him as he trailed slow, teasing kisses along your shoulder and up your neck from behind you. “I know you better than anyone, Vi.”

“Is that so?” You questioned breathlessly as he forcefully turned you around and nodded at you, that same heartbreakingly damning smirk on his lips.

“And I think you’re afraid to say that you know me better than anyone too.” Theo challenged, his large hands moving to caress your face.

“Now why would I be afraid of that?” You retorted, moving so that your hands were entangled in his perfectly mussed dark hair.

His beautiful eyes were trained intently on your own, as if you were the only person in the room. “Because then you might just have to admit that you like me.”

And then his lips were on yours, and you could barely keep your thoughts straight enough to curse him for knowing you so well after all.

And kiss me on the mouth and set me free

But please, don’t bite

The next morning, you found yourself tucked into Theo’s arms, in Theo’s bed, with Theo’s shirt on.

Again.

He was warm as always, his muscled arms wrapped around you and attempting to pull you closer instinctually as you adjusted yourself to look at him properly.

Propped up on one arm, you gently traced the features of his face- his strong, pronounced jawline, his sharp cheekbones, his soft, pouty lips, his brow bone, his nose…

He was truly beautiful, you thought to yourself, with features so perfect that he could only have been sculpted by the gods themselves. He looked almost innocent when he was sleeping- so peaceful, so undisturbed by the world around them.

“That tickles.” Theo murmured softly, voice raspy. He slowly peeked open his blue eyes to look at you, framed by long, dark lashes, and you wondered how the devil himself could look so goddamn angelic.

“Sorry.” You smiled gently at him, moving to pull your hand back.

“No, it feels nice.” Theo protested, his hand placing your hand back on his cheek. He smiled sleepily at you, leaning further into your touch.

“You look so beautiful like that.” Theo stated simply as your hand traced his cheekbone.

“Like what?” You asked softly, giggling as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you on top of his bare chest.

“Like this. No makeup on, no worries. All sleepy and smiling. With me, in my arms. I could spend the rest of my life waking up to this.” He smiled up at you softly.

“Don’t toy with me, Theo.” You sighed, your hands resting on his chest. “It’s not funny.”

“Toy with you?” Theo asked, grabbing your hands on his chest. “Vi, you’re not a game to me. This was never a game.”

“Then what is this, Theo?” You asked in confusion, moving off of him as you jumped out of the bed. He shot out of the bed after you, clearly unfazed by the fact that he was in nothing but a thin pair of briefs, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

“I don’t think you get it, Vi. I like you. I maybe could even love you, if you gave me the chance to.” He explained, the stark honesty in his eyes throwing you off guard.

“Excuse me if I don’t believe this!” You half-yelled, half-laughed in frustration. “If you liked me so much, then why all the games with my pack? Why all the lying? How do I know what anything you’re saying is true right now, and not just another elaborate scheme? Why the trouble?”

“Because I’m trying to keep you safe!” He screamed.

You froze.

“Look, Vi.” Theo whispered, taking your hands in his gently. What could’ve been tears were pooling in his eyes, a certain air of vulnerability surrounding him. “I love you- I do. There, I said it. I love you so much that it physically pains me every time I watch you leave. And I’m doing whatever whatever I can to keep you safe- to keep as much danger as I can away from you. And if that means playing games with your pack, if it means keeping the doctors busy and uninterested in you, if it means putting myself in the line of fire, then goddamn it, I am going to do it. I cannot lose you, Vi.”

There were tears streaming down your face as you choked down a sob, Theo softening even further as he gently brushed the tears from your face.

“I know you don’t know whether to believe me or not.” He whispered, taking your face in his hands. “I haven’t given you much reason to trust me. But I have never meant anything more in my life when I say that I love you, Violet.”

“I love you too, damn it.” You choked out through the tears as you punched him in the chest. “I hate you so much, but I can’t stop loving you.”

Theo grabbed your hands before you could hit him again, pulling you into him and capturing your lips in a kiss so intense that your head spun.

He released your hands to grasp your hips, your own hands moving to roam his chest. He moaned into the kiss, pulling back to whisper against your lips. “I love you.” He continued to whisper every so often, pushing you against the wall.

“I love you.”

Aah, I’m pulling on your heart to push my luck

Aah, cause who’s got any time for growin’ up?

“I love you.” Theo whispered in the middle of the night, lips pressed against your shoulder. You sighed contentedly in your sleep, moving closer to the warmth beside you.

It was true- Theo loved you more than anything in this world. But he had meant what he said when he was going to do anything and everything in his power to keep you safe. To protect the one light in his life from the darkness that had consumed the rest of it.

And as he reluctantly slipped out of your arms, smiling slightly at the frown that overtook your lovely features, he promised you that he would never, ever let anything happen to you.

Even if it meant you learning to hate him.

But you would never hate the blue eyed boy- even if he brought down the rest of the world to keep you safe. You couldn’t.

That bit of darkness in Theo knew that you couldn’t- latched on to the fact that no matter what he did his quest to keep you safe, in his mad venture for power, that so long as your pack remained safe, you would always be there at the end of the night. You would always kiss away the pain, the darkness, the anger.

Theo slipped out of his room, out of his house, into his truck, and began driving to the doctor’s lair across town. The radio had been left on your favorite station- the song you’d always hum just beginning. Theo smiled as he pulled out of his driveway, knowing that in just a few hours, he’d be back in your arms and you’d be none the wiser. After all, the devil never really could earn his way back into heaven.

You were the devil’s very own angel- his sole weakness.

And Theo Raeken was, as he always had been, the fault in your stars.

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Five Months

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Request- Can u do something where the reader has a bad break up with Liam (Hayden stuff) and Theo makes her forget about it (this could be fluff or smut, anything works) :) thanks!

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“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I screamed throwing my rose gold promise ring at the boy in front of me. Tears streaming down my face, my heart breaking in my chest. I went around his room, picking up my few things I had left there while Hayden hid herself in the covers.

“You are such a piece of shit Liam, and Hayden if you ever come near me, I will rip your throat out.” I yelled at her causing my voice to crack. Liam and I had been dating for over two years now and I walked into his bedroom to find him and Hayden doing what I had been insecure about. Hayden and I have been best friends since she was in 2nd grade and I was in 3rd and here she is, naked in my boyfriend’s bed, speechless.

“(Y/N)…I’m sorry.” Liam said causing me to chuckle and shake my head as I put my bag of my things over my shoulder. He wasn’t sorry that he had sex with her, he was sorry that I saw it, sorry that his cheating affair was over.

“Good to know. Fuck you Liam, I hope she is worth it, one day you will realize what you lost and once you do, I’ll be beyond over you, Have fun with the cheater Hayden. You two are made for each other.” I said walking out of Liam’s room and right out of his house. As soon as my feet hit the sidewalk, I let out a heavy sob and a blood boiling scream. I wish I had listened to Lydia, when she told me he was no good for me. I wish I had listened to the pack when they said in pack relationships can ruin the group dynamic. I began walking in the opposite direction of my house, knowing I would just find a bedroom full of memories and pictures of my boyfriend and I. I didn’t know where I was going but I did know, I didn’t want to be anywhere near Liam or my house where my parents are. I was so deep in my thoughts that once I looked up, I found myself in front of Theo’s house. Theo and I had been becoming friends until Liam told me to stop talking to him because he thought Theo had a thing for me, and by each passing second I remembered how many red flags my relationship had.

“(Y/N)?” I heard someone say causing me to blink some tears away as Theo walked out of his front door with a trash bag in his hand and walking towards me. I knew I couldn’t go to the pack looking and feeling like this. I knew Theo would be the only person who would do what I wanted him to. Theo has a bad streak in him and right now, I needed that streak to be my color.

“I need you to help me.” I said trying my best to hold myself together, not walking to break down in front of the one person who has never seen me cry. IF the pack could see me now, they would think I’m insane.

“Are you okay? You don’t look too good.” He said causing me chuckle and shrug while walking towards his front door, wanting to get this over with.

“I just walked in on Liam and Hayden sleeping together and I need you to take my memories of it. Scott said there is a way to take someone’s memories from them but it’s dangerous. I know if I begged Scott he would still tell me no, but I also know you don’t mind danger so here I am, hoping that you will talk to me after my asshole of an ex-boyfriend told me not to because he thought you liked me.” I said, walking right into Theo’s house and sitting down on his living room couch. Theo looked at me with a concerned look on his face before speaking up.

“Liam was right.” He said causing me to look at him, tears forming in my eyes again. I smiled, looked down and then back up at him with a pained expression.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see it. I was too blind to see Liam for who he really was and I was too blind to see that you felt that way and I’m sorry.” I said causing Theo to shrug before he sat down next to me on the couch.

“You are too good for me anyway; I would just hurt you.” He said leaning back and looking at me with arms crossed. Theo had his guard up which made perfect sense seeing how our last conversation went because of Liam.

“Would you ever cheat on me?” I asked causing him to shake his head back and forth before sighing. He leaned towards me a bit and rested one of his hands on top of mine.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He said causing me to smile with watery eyes, earning a chuckle from Theo.

“Just because I wouldn’t cheat on you, doesn’t mean I’m good.” He said causing me to stand up from the couch and begin pacing back and forth.

“I don’t need you to be good. I know who you are Theo. I know what you do, but I would rather know you have a darkness to you upfront than find that darkness in bed with my best friend. I want to move on, I want to be over Liam and that’s why I want you to take my memory of it. Replace it with us breaking up over something stupid, anything other than this. If I can move on from him, I can get to know you more, see what, if there is anything between us. Please, I’m begging you.” I said as Theo sighed, getting up from the couch, waling over to me, kissing my forehead, nodding and pulling me upstairs to his room.

“I’ll do it. Once it’s done, I’m telling your pack and Liam and Hayden, I’m also going to erase this conversation. You won’t know how I feel about you anymore but I’m going to do my best to show you. When you wake up you will only remember walking here after your break up and falling asleep while talking to me about it. Okay?” He said causing me to nod and smile while tears streamed down my face, this time of happy tears.

“This is going to hurt.” He said, his claws coming out.

“It can’t hurt more than I’m already hurting.” I said just before everything went black.

*Theo’s Point-Of-View*

As I took (Y/N)’s memories, I could feel the pain that she felt in that moment, the things she had to see, I don’t understand why he had to do this to her. (Y/N) has never been nothing but nice to me and here I am, trying my best to help her in any way that I can, by reliving her heartbroken moments. As soon as I replaced (Y/N)’s memories with what I told her that I would, I picked her up, grabbing her bag from down stairs and got in my car, placing her in the passenger seat. If I was going to help her, I was going to do all that I can. I care about (Y/N), more than I’ve ever cared about anyone but that means letting her in as well and showing her that I would never hurt her like I hurt others. When we got to her house, I scooped her up once again, grabbed her keys from her bag, taking the whole bag as well and brought her inside. I wanted to take everything that reminded her of Liam. I’m not going to destroy it because I want her to be able to look back at it if she ever wants to, but I know that if she had to do this, it would make her even worse. I was going to have to really try and be who I swore I had hidden away forever. I needed her to see me for all that I am, dark and light included. Telling the pack what I did is going to be hard but just like I have to show (Y/N), I’m going to show them who I am too.

*Your Point-Of-View*

It has been five months since Liam and I broke up. Five months of Theo being my support system, my voice of reason through all of this. Five months of Theo being everything that I never thought he was, understanding, caring, compassionate. I know Theo has a dark heart, but there is light in there too and why he is showing me, confuses the hell out of me but it just makes me like him even more.

“So Stiles tried to hit me again today.” Theo said, causing me to laugh as we walked through Beacon Hills High’s hallways. Theo always visits me on my lunch half an hour and we just walk around the school, talking and joking about things. I just feel like myself with him, I feel like I could tell him anything and he would be okay with it.

“He still thinks I am like brain washing you to hang out with me.” He said causing me to laugh once again before my eyes locked with his, I knew how I feel about Theo but I have no clue how he feels about me, so it’s either I take a shot and it pays off or I take a shot and I get rejected. His eyes were telling me to go for it and they say that the eyes are the window to the soul, so I leaned my lips against his, causing him to let out a sigh, cup my face and kiss me back. My hands went to his chest, feeling nothing but happiness in that moment. Once we broke apart, we both smiled and laughed softly.

“You have no idea how long I was wishing you would do that.” He whispered as the bell rang and the hallway began to fill with students. I grabbed Theo’s hand and laced it with mine and began to walk towards my next class.

“Walk me to class?” I asked which he of course nodded to and kissed my temple, a familiar feeling even though he had never done that before.

“There is no place I’d rather be.” He said making me smile and feel pure joy for the first time in five months.

#mine #Gifs are not mine #theo raeken #theo raeken imagine #theo raeken imagines #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf imagine #liam dunbar #liam x hayden

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hi lovely!! congrats on 2.5k! if u don’t mind could i please do me a 🔥 for marvel, harry potter (marauders era) and then a harry potter golden trio era please?

i’m a straight girl, intj and a slytherin. i’m tend to be really shy, observant and quite reserved. i do have a natural resting bitch face which often makes me unapproachable. i’m extremely sarcastic and witty. if you know me, i tend to be really outgoing and loud. but this is only with people i’m comfortable around. i’d say i can be brutally honest. i’m also stubborn too. but i’m not easily manipulated. i’m a hopeless romantic and if i’m around someone i like, i can get flustered and shy extremely quickly. i also tend to isolate myself from other people due my anxiety and depression. i enjoy astrology, reading, dancing (which just consists of me dancing around my bedroom), writing which i’ve loved doing since a young age and painting. i dont like people who are really full of themselves, it makes me cringe or people who act as if they’re extremely modest but in reality they’re highly arrogant. and people who constantly guilt trip others. thank u sm!!

Marvel:

I ship you with T’challa!

first of all, both of you have some very similar traits that would make you two click really quickly... even if you don’t act on your emotions right away.

both of you are witty and sarcastic while still be reserved and respectful. you both are also very stubborn and true to your word, which isn’t a bad trait to have, and while you are both fairly wary of those around you, you also make deep attachments to people, and are rational enough to be willing to forgive, if the situation required and deserved forgiveness.

furthermore!!!! both of you are the romantic type, out here believing in love, even if it’s hurt in the past or even if you haven’t found it, before. when the two of you are around each other, you are the literal definition of heart eyes, and it would be very sweet if it wasn’t so annoying, sometimes. (shuri makes a lot of “not in my lab” comments or “really? right in front of my tech?”)

i get old friends to lovers vibes, but you could also meet later in life on some kind of “save the world” mission or another and have an allies to lovers story line. point is, the two of you work really well together, and when you finally get together, it’s a long time coming and literally no one is surprised - not even the two of you.

i think t’challa would love your honesty - it’s not something he often gets from just anyone, and he’s smart enough to see reason in it. you’re one of the few who can knock some sense into his head, so you end up talking to him a lot - the two of you have a running dialogue at all times, and even before you were together, he trusted your judgement and honesty more than anyone else's.

and astrology and reading? t’challa loves your lowkey interests more than anything else - when the two of you are just able to relax, he’s at peace and it’s really nice for the both of you. even before you got together, the two of you spent a lot of time with the other, and both of you really enjoy it. this world moves so fast - sometimes you just need to sneak out and look up at the stars.

but the two of you can also have fun at parties, if not dancing than making jokes about the guests, and it makes any function much more bearable

i also think that t’challa would love your more shy nature - he thinks its very cute when you clam up and will tease you about it. but, of course, you are quiet stubborn and will get back at him. spoiler alert: he almost loves your comebacks more than the actually teasing you part.

but i feel like both of you would be able to easily juggle the serious yet playful nature of your relationship - there’s a lot of banter mixed with really meaningful moments and times when you have to rely on each other, and a lesser relationship wouldn’t be able to take it, but both of you are extremely versatile and flexible - no challenge would be too great, when the two of you are together.

and i do think that t’challa would be great at balancing out those harder, more strong emotions. he has struggled with loss and felt depressed afterward, maybe with little direction, and so he can empathize with you and help you grow through the challenges you face.

HP Marauders:

I ship you with Remus Lupin!

a gryffindor softie and a slytherin babe? it’s wasn’t the expected match, so a lot of people were shocked (some not so pleasantly) when they found out.

both of you were shy and awkward when you first met - probably in potions, where the marauders were mercilessly separated so the class could continue. the two of you worked rather quietly, but by the end of the class, you were helping remus catch up with some homework that he was behind in, and the two of you have warmed up to the other.

at first, the other marauders don’t think much about it, but then they notice that remus is sneaking off to the library or the courtyard at odd times, and the decide to follow him. they find... remus hanging out with a slytherin? (james was very disheartened that remus wasn’t trying to schmooze with lily, telling her all about how great james is)

and remus was rather quick to get a baby crush on you. i mean, it’s not very hard??? you have sarcasm and wit that rivals his, you share his determinedness and drive, and where he is more meek, you are honest and stubborn and ready to fight, if need be. you’re inspiring and interesting, and underneath your intimidating exterior, you’re warm and kind. remus had fallen for you, and pretty hard too.

meanwhile, you are in a similar predicament because it’s near impossible to not fall in love with someone like remus lupin, right? so there’s a lot of flustered apologies when you’re studying and touch hands or when you catch the other staring.

but i mean,,,, both of you clearly know the other likes you back. and if it weren’t for remus’ terrible self-esteem, you probably would have gotten together sooner. but we all know the two of you had to have many talks before you get together, and that’s probably best for both of you, ngl. despite having a romantic streak, both of you are a bit clueless when it comes to relationships, so by talking about it a lot, you get used to it, and you know what you want and what you have to do.

also! i love to think that remus draws, so the two of you will often do art together - he loves your painting and you think his sketches are amazing. often, the two of you will have books that you bought the other, and the inside of the covers will be filled with drawings. it’s the way you personalize them, and it’s really cute.

i have the feeling that remus, despite being such a reader, isn’t the greatest with words, so he’ll do a lot of nonverbal things for you - drawings are one, gift giving is another, and you know he will pull you to your feet to dance with him in your dormitory.

that’s also why he especially loves your candor! you have no trouble putting your thoughts into words, and it’s enchanting! he loves how forthright you are. (it also makes his life a lot easier, lol)

HP Golden Trio:

I ship you with Blaise Zabini!

i kind of get enemies to lovers vibe from this ship, but not 100% enemies, just like,,,, some parts of your personalities clash and so at first you don’t get along too well... but over time things change and you’re like,,,, i actually like blaise zabini? gross.

because you can be shy at first, blaise got in a lot of snide remarks or teasing, but you’re stubborn and are always wanting to get in the last word, so you often shoot back insults. both of you are a bit above name calling, but there was just a lot of rude words passed between the two of you in the early stages of your journey to lovers, and while blaise hated it at first, by his third year he actually enjoys your banter, and he’s less infuriated by your comebacks and more impressed that you can hold your ground, despite being so shy at other times.

i imagine the two of you start to get close in your fourth and fifth years when you’re more mature and have to begrudgingly work together in arithmancy or dada.

you both end up rolling your eyes and making sarcastic (or just brutally honest) comments about draco, and while you’re shocked that blaise seems to find draco annoying, despite being his friend, you make him smile wryly at a few of your comments.

and now it’s kind of a game between the two of you - who can say something so funny and out of the blue that it makes the other smile the widest? so far, you hold the record, which shocks both of you. the stoic blaise zabini? smiling at your dumb comments about snape’s hair?

but it’s actually when you’re talking to a friend of yours before class that you make a terrible pun, and blaise makes an odd sort of choking sound - like trying to stifle a laugh. and you find out,,,, blaise likes terrible puns? well, now you have a new weapon.

but, around this same time, blaise figures out that you get flustered very easily, and now that he likes you,,,,, well.... there’s no harm in teasing, right?

it’s a surprise to many that you end up getting as close as you do, keeping up a friendly sort of rivalry while you sort out your growing feelings for the other.

and you start noticing blaise in the common room more, playing chess with theo nott or having conspiratorial conversations with pansy while you’re reading or writing, and then one day, when you open you book for reading, you notice there’s a note slipped in between the pages, and you know it’s blaise. and your gut reaction tells you to not trust him, but you soften to him quickly.

now the two of you are leaving notes in the other person’s belongings, and eventually, he kisses you - in the library, you’re probably searching for some book or another, and he finds it for you and you kiss amongst the shelves.

okay, i went long with the backstory, but you guys would make such a great power couple - you are able to balance seriousness with playfulness nicely, and you have a lot of history with each other.

#2.5k celebration!#celebration #lxncelotships

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wtvrtheo · 7 years

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DAN HOWELL - THEO DONOVAN currently is a CAST MEMBER on APPLAUSE on Bridge Broadcasting! I swear, they’re TWENTY THREE and they’ve already done so much within the business. They’re often described as the FACADE by the paparazzi who follows them around, because they’re apparently +COMICAL and -FACETIOUS. Though, that’s just paparazzi talk. Who knows if it’s true? All I know is that they go by HE/HIM and they’re on my favorite show.

hi hello! pris again, and here’s my hot mess of a character theo. not much has changed really so i’m just copying his old intro post below! it’s a long one so honestly bless ur soul if you somehow manage to read it all yikes. here’s his connections page and as per usual, give this a cheeky like if u wanna plot as well and i’ll bother the heck out of you (trigger warning for mentions of suicide attempt, depression, & anxiety)

honestly u dont have to read all of this just scroll to the bullet points at the bottom lskjfs

If Louis C.K. and Bo Burnham breached the laws of biology and birthed a second-rate, screaming son in the town of Reading, Berkshire, that son would be Theo Donovan. In terms of his actual birth, it wasn’t an all too different comparison. As a child, Theo was constantly energized and never seemed to know how to keep quiet or still. While most would coo and find entertainment from this little boy who loved to entertain, it never did sit right with his parents. They were always rigid in behavior and expectation, therefore finding it a great problem when Theo refused to conform to their standards about what a respectable, polite son should be. Now that’s not to say he was ill-mannered; he did most of the things they asked of him and the only times he really did act out was when they butted heads about anything from the tiniest petty fights to large scale arguments that had Theo leaving his house for days to sleep at a friend’s house. Okay, so it was safe to say home life was rocky and maybe that shaky territory eventually led to resent. He had his little sister and that’s really all that mattered.

With the attention unappreciated at home, he surely channeled that energy into time spent at school. Like most people who crave attention, it started with the stage. At a young age, he closely aligned himself with the theatre kids and was able to garner a sizable amount of friends and close peers through that. As time went on however, the stage didn’t feel like enough. Don’t get him wrong, he adored performing and putting on an act for large audiences, but it didn’t turn out to be what he wanted in the long run. Like a miracle, Year 10 brought a revelation he never really considered until he heard an offhanded comment from a friend. Humor was always at Theo’s side. It was his coping mechanism, his best friend, a solid weapon against any adversary he faced. He always figured: if he can joke about it, everything is okay. Paired with his complex of needing to please and entertain, it came as no surprise that Theo was soon known throughout his school years as the class clown, the funny guy. Gone were the days of the crowd laughing at him to jeer and poke fun, now they were laughing at him because he wanted them to. “This bloke, I’m telling ya. He could be a comedian,” they said. And that he became.

No one was more surprised than Theo to discover that he quickly found success in Berkshire. Yet as his popularity in the U.K. grew, his parents’ distaste for what he was choosing to do with his life grew alongside it. The tension and resentment truly hit its peak when he was 17 - and his ‘career choice’ wasn’t received well because of how traditional and old school his parents were. And as much as he tried to make it seem like he could care less about what they thought, the barrage of doubtful comments that Theo won’t fully make it out of a sea of performers and comedians like him, that fame is fickle and will fade (with the belief that he was inherently wasting his time instead of pursuing something more “practical” - whatever the hell that meant) sooner got to him, and it hit hard. He always seemed to dance with depression and anxiety throughout his adolescence, but the insecurity and the doubt accumulated and had him spiraling in the worst attack that had him waking up in the A&E the next day and admitted for failed suicide attempt. Since that incident, he really tried to get better and vowed to never sink so low again if he could help it. Months later he decided it was time to move, so he hopped on over to London, heard about auditions for Applause, and was now a part of the cast. He couldn’t be happier because it was the perfect fit. He was a theatre kid after all, so being able to step into those shoes once again through improv is exactly where he’s always wanted to be. It’ll be his fourth season on the show.

and some quick bullet points sorry again bc it’s getting hella long aaaaa

despite getting substantially better than he was at 17, he still has a rather macabre sense of humor

like i said he does use humor as a coping mechanism

and it’s even worse because sometimes you can’t tell if it’s him just messing around and never taking anything too seriously or if he’s 100% serious and it’s a cry for help

but really he’s only serious about 12% of the time because he’s fluent in sarcasm and irony

u should also know that he can get pretty overdramatic and Extra as fuck

there are two people in the world: ppl who hate him and ppl who are entertained by his antics; there is nothing in between

he is a meme boi through and through,,, fidget spinners,, getting in on the latest trends,, some1 stop him it’s disgusting

it ain’t no lie baby he’s bi bi bi

nerdy, too

have i mentioned that he has a doggo tho?? a siberian husky named ralph

come to think of it he doesn’t rly have a filter,, he’s wild af

oh- and LOUD. HE SCREAM

beyond that he can get into some deep conversations w u especially when high

speaking of his highdeas are somethin else (we don’t talk about those)

and yeah he’s pretty chaotic but in the rare moments where he’s chilled out and needs to be serious, he can do that

isn’t an asshole. asshat? mayb

as for the horror thing, he’s ur classic white boy tryna get every1 killed tbfh

like he finna be out here playing around with the afterlife like it’s some game and then wonder how someone got possessed i swear slkdjf

i think????? that’s it?? i’m seriously so sorry if u managed to read all of this who r u, u deserve a medal. most wanted again are little worrier, flatmate(s), vices no virtues, fwb, frenemy, and people to fill the bad movie squad slkf (aka they play with ouija boards, do seances, yanno dumb shit that they shouldn’t be doing but are calling it fun). alright, that’s it! lmk if you wanna do the plotting thing

#tele:intro

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