#theo tug headcanons

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My Height Headcanons for the Great Ocean Tug and Salvage Company Crew:

Hank: 5' 3"

Theodore: 5' 5"

George: 5' 8"

Foduck: 6' 4"

Emily: 6' 6"

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following instructions

pairing: theodore nott x gryffindor reader

summary: enemies with benefits with theo where they're constantly insulting each other but they still can't get enough. smut. au where characters at hogwarts are aged up to be 19+. mdni. / requested by anonymous.

author's note: co-wrote this with lily (@softeliza) <3 we honestly wrote this as a theo x hermione, but swapped hermione for reader

✧ read part two: following instructions (headcanons) ✧

Theo's judging eyes watch as you dice the sopophorous bean before tossing it into your cauldron, your gaze shifting between your opened textbook and your cauldron. A bead of sweat drips from your forehead. You were meticulously following the directions, and yet something still didn't seem right about your potion.

Theo scoffs, shaking his head. What an idiot, he thinks.

"You're supposed to crush it." Theo says, demonstrating pointedly with a silver dagger and popping the squashed bean into his own cauldron. The cauldron bubbles, and the liquid shifts a shade darker.

"You're supposed to follow the instructions, which clearly say to cut it," you say through gritted teeth.

Potions was the one class Theo never followed the directions for, and yet he always seemed to be doing significantly better than you. You hated that.

"You know," you add with a huff, annoyance laced in your words. "Just because you don't respect the rules any other time doesn't mean you shouldn't follow a simple recipe."

There was something about pissing you off that gave Theo the right amount of joy to get him through the day. Hearing you huff at his words was like finding a jelly slug in a mountain of acid pops. It was glorious.

"Do you believe everything you read?" Theo asks mockingly, his eyes unmoving from the cauldron in front of him. He doesn't know why he was helping you—this was meant to be a competition for the coveted felix felicis. Maybe it was because Theo knew you weren't going to listen to him anyway. "Besides, I respect the rules." Theo says, but even he can't keep a straight face at his claim, his lips tugging into a smirk.

"I believe everything I read in a textbook," you say, your eyes narrowing and your mouth falling open in shock. Was he serious? "You know, that book of words that literally outlines how to make the potion? How else would you know how to brew it?" You hope he doesn't notice the genuine curiosity in your question. You actually wanted to know how Theo knew what to do all the time. It was so infuriating.

"Natural intelligence and charm." Theo says coolly.

In actuality, Theo had managed to find a textbook filled with inscriptions, correcting the printed text with tips and tricks on how to brew a potion every time. But he wasn't going to tell you that. Theo would gladly and happily let you believe he was gifted.

Theo peeks at your cauldron and has to hold a snort back. It looked just about ready to implode.

"This is a simple recipe, huh?" Theo muses. "Is that why your potion looks and smells like absolute shit?"

"Maybe I just thought I'd throw you a scrap with this one. I mean, we both know you're in desperate need of some luck, especially on the Quidditch pitch. If anyone needs this win, it's you."

"Oh, so you watch me on the pitch, do you?" Theo says with a smug grin.

You roll your eyes. Curse him.

Theo stirs counterclockwise a few times and then once again clockwise. The potion bubbles again. This time, it shifts into its final colour form. Bingo.

Theo, with an expression beaming with pride, calls over Professor Slughorn to inspect the potion. You zero in on Theo's cauldron and let out a small sigh. You didn't need confirmation from Slughorn to know that Theo did it. That bloody asshole did it.

Slughorn tosses a single leaf into the cauldron. The leaf disintegrates, and Slughorn clasps his hands together and announces, "We have a winner! Class dismissed!"

As Theo receives congratulations from all around, you begin to tidy your workspace, empty your cauldron, and pack your things. Anger boils in your stomach. As much as you tried to avert your gaze from Theo, your eyes are drawn to the tiny vile Slughorn passes to Theo. With a triumphant smirk thrown your way, he tucks the potion into his pocket before cleaning his workspace.

"Try to use it for something other than trying to sleep with girls," you quip, clutching your books to your chest. The confident, holier-than-thou persona slips over you like a glove. It was a default shield whenever you felt threatened, especially academically. And Theo was often on the receiving end of it all. "I mean, I'm sure you could use some luck in that department, but I doubt that's what Zygmunt Budge had in mind."

"I'm doing quite well in that department, actually." Theo says. With looks and an attitude like his, girls were flocking to him like nifflers to gold. "Much like potions, really. They all just come to me."

Theo awaits your signature glare and snarky remark, but he was simply met with a silent shove to his shoulder as you headed to the door. His brows furrow, disappointed in the lack of repartee, before Theo's walking after you. He falls into step with you, following you through the dimly lit corridors of the dungeon.

"What's the rush, little lion? Can't stomach losing?"

"I'm not in a rush; I just don't want to be around you. Don't you have some dingy hole to crawl back into?" You fume, your grip on your textbooks tightens, and your pace quickens.

"You wound me." Theo simpers, clutching his chest in mock-hurt.

Being in Theo's presence was getting you more and more riled up. You felt like you were minutes away from becoming a human version of a Filibuster Firework. Theo loved when you got like this. He can't quite pinpoint the exact moment he realized why he liked seeing you so worked up, but he's quickly reminded by the staggered breathing and the rapid rise and fall of your chest.

Theo continues to stroll alongside you, an air of arrogance in each step he takes. You quickly realize you have no idea where you're headed. The echoing of both your steps, coupled with the hovering nuisance on your side, makes you let out a sharp, frustrated exhale. You turn to Theo, glaring daggers into his stormy eyes.

"Can you just go? You're so—ugh." You growl, unable to find the proper words.

Theo's brows perk upward. There's something familiar about the expression you give him. He'd seen it before. Last time he'd seen it, the two of you ended up christening the boy's change room after a Quidditch match—Slytherin should beat Gryffindor more often.

Before you can articulate your frustrations, Theo grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into a vacant classroom. The feeling of his fingers around your wrist sends a jolt of warmth straight through your body. Theo pins you against the door, your books falling to the floor with a sharp thud. He skillfully locks the door with a slight flick of his wand before muttering the muffliato charm and putting his wand away. Darkened eyes meet your gaze, a mixture of amusement and want in his eyes.

"I'm so what?" Theo demands. His hand caresses your cheek before roughly wrapping around the base of your throat. "Use your words."

Your mind goes hazy, as if you've been confunded, the moment you feel his hand on your throat. You'd never admit how much you loved when Theo did that.

With a shaky breath, you meet his intense gaze to say, "Infuriating."

The way you reacted to Theo's touch was unlike any other girl he had the pleasure of fucking at Hogwarts. You were just so obvious, and Theo had no shame in admitting that he found it all extremely arousing. Of course, your mouth would claim otherwise, but Theo always had a plan to occupy your pretty little mouth.

You bite down on your lip, stifling the whimper begging to escape. Your breathing is in sync with each other, and the sexual tension makes the air around you thick.

"Are you going to fix it? Or are you just going to stand there like an idiot?" You tempt, leaning up slightly, just to see if he'll close the gap between your lips and his.

"I don't know," Theo responds, keeping a fair distance—only enough for your lips to brush lightly against his. To keep you wanting. Theo leans into your neck, ghosting breathy, teasing kisses up until he's milimeters away from your ear. "Are you going to say please?"

"You've got to be kidding," you huff, shooting a glare at Theo as you try to keep your breathing steady.

You weren't exactly experienced, at least not like Theo. You had a few moments with others, but no one had ever gotten you to feel as good as Theo did. It enraged you that Theo knew how good he made you feel, but you also took pleasure in knowing that you must be riling him up just as equally because Theo always seemed to come crawling back.

You bring your free hand up, tangling your fingers in his lush, brown locks, before tugging his head back a bit so he could look at you. He groans at this. It was one of many acts that really got Theo going, and it just so happened to be where your hands gravitated to the most.

"Please," you say, the tiniest of smirks on your lips.

Anticipation runs through your veins. You didn't need to say anything else. By the way he was looking at you, his lustful eyes boring into your gaze, Theo knew you needed him right now.

"Good girl," he muses with a cocky grin.

The first time Theo had praised you like that, while laced with ridicule, it had elicited a whimper that had him reeling. Today was no different.

Theo moves his hand from your throat and down to your waist, expertly pulling you away from the door and onto the desks behind him. Theo wastes no time and captures your lips with his. One hand finds your thigh, teasing up your bare skin and under your skirt. Your hands find and tug at his belt. Theo unbuckles it and tosses it aside.

"Let's see if you can keep it up." Theo says hotly against your lips.

It was in your nature to be good. But with Theo, there was that bubbling voice inside you that beckoned you to misbehave—to get under his skin. To be bad, all so he could teach you a lesson. Which is why, as Theo plants nippy, wet kisses down your neck, you can't help the words that blurt out of your mouth.

"Let's see if you can make me shake, like—what was that bloke's name..." You trail off, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt for another kiss and wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him close.

There was no other guy, of course, but you wanted him to think otherwise. The mischievous glint in your eyes changes to amusement as Theo's eyes darken. His fingers drag possessively across the insides of your thighs. It was hard for Theo to imagine you with someone else. You two weren't exclusive by any means, but the way you'd whimper and dig your nails into his back had him feeling territorial.

"Shake?" Theo asks against your lips. There was a tinge of something in his tone, and, deep down, you wanted it to be jealousy. "I'll fucking make you shake."

Feverish kisses move down your neck, eliciting a whine out of you, his free hands taking residence on the base of your throat. He plants open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive spots along your neck, sucking softly on the skin, surely leaving a mark everyone would be able to see. Theo pulls back to admire his work. He's pleased. You, on the other hand, were equal parts excited and annoyed. Excited because the sensation made the blood rush to your cheeks and to your core, and annoyed because you had to explain the markings to your friends.

"Theo," you hiss. "You know better."

Theo doesn't listen, obviously. Instead, he moves down your body until he's crouched and face-to-cunt. Slender fingers reach under your skirt, hook onto your panties, and slide the garment off. In an instant, Theo's between your legs, lapping his tongue relentlessly over your clit.

"Oh my god," you gasp, one hand grasping onto the edge of the desk, your back arching instinctively to bring yourself closer to his tongue. Your free hand finds his hair again, your hips rolling to meet his movements.

Theo's smirks into your core, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels you roll onto his mouth. Strong hands position themselves on either leg, urging you to spread your legs wider. You try to obey his silent requests, but it's not enough. Impatience hits him hard, and he's repositioning your legs so they're slung over his shoulders, a firm hand pushing your hips down onto the wooden desk. The new position allowed him to be flush against you, his tongue circling your entrance and lapping up any arousal.

"Theo," you moan, louder than normal.

You could tell he was pissed. It'd always been your goal, especially in intimate settings, but Theo had never been like this. He buries his face between your legs, his nose rubbing against your clit as his tongue works on your opening. He dips a finger in and withdraws it out of you slowly, contrasting his unyielding tongue. Your eyes flutter shut with pleasure.

"More," you choke out. "Please, give me more."

Your moans were fueling the already raging fire in him. Fuck, he needed to hear more of that. Theo uses his free hand to hold you steady, his tongue and lips unrelenting. He adds another digit inside of you, curling his fingers against your spot. Theo wanted to make you cum now more than ever. He wanted you to remember that even if you were fucking someone else, he was the only one who could make you unravel like this.

"Sit fucking still then," he growled against your slit, stormy eyes shooting up to look at you.

You fight hard to listen to him, desperately trying not to squirm. Theo was cruel enough to stop and leave you high and dry, so it was in your best interest to do as instructed. You dig your nails into the edge of the desk in an attempt to keep your focus on something other than the pleasure growing inside of you.

"Th-Theo," you gasp. "I—"

You're close, and you know what Theo wants—what he always wants. Theo wanted you to ask for permission, and with the image of someone else messing with you fresh in his mind, Theo needed to know he had that control over you now more than ever. Breathy pants fill the room, and you fear you can't hold it back any longer.

"Fuck, please. Can I please..." You moan, throwing your head back against the desk.

"Please what?" Theo says roughly against you. If Theo's cock wasn't already erect, it would be now. Your moans and gasps of pleasure were truly something that needed to be studied. Who knew these delightfully ragged breaths could come out of someone so irritatingly uptight? "Words, Y/L/N."

The fog of pleasure Theo has you in has made it impossible for you to do the one thing you pride yourself on: following the instructions. Typically, Theo would remove himself and make you beg for contact. Today, though, his actions were ceaseless. Despite your strong will to be good, your body wouldn't cooperate.

"Oh my god," you whimper, your back arching as an intense orgasm washes over you. Your body jerks—no, shakes—and your moans are broken up by desperate gasps as wave after wave hits you.

Theo curses under his breath. As pissed as he was that you didn't ask, Theo graciously allows you to release on his tongue, lapping up your sweet fluids. He'd reprimand you later. As you come down from your high, your body collapses onto the desk. You've never felt anything like that before.

Theo stands and slides his fingers out of you slowly. His darkened, lustful eyes are trained on yours. As much as he enjoyed the view, Theo wasn't happy.

"Don't," you breathe. "I know—I should have... I know."

"So much for following instructions," Theo says, disregarding your words. He licks your arousal off his fingers casually, and the sight makes you shift and clench your thighs together. He was the hottest irritant you've ever seen.

"Fuck off," you say with an exasperated huff. You prop yourself up by your elbows, slowly moving into a sitting position. "You didn't exactly help the situation."

So maybe Theo was being a bit of a prick. Not like he could help it—you squirming and moaning for him like that triggered something primal in him. Theo didn't want to stop; he wanted to make you scream for him. Still, it really shouldn't have been hard to ask.

By the way Theo was looking at you, you could tell it would take more than a crass brush-off to wipe the icy glare and pouted lips from his expression. Delicate fingers grip onto Theo's shirt, tugging him closer to you. You ghost your lips against his, meeting his steely gaze. "Will you let me make it up to you?"

You don't wait for a response. Instead, you nip at his bottom lip before pulling him in for a slow, deep kiss. Despite his annoyance, Theo kisses back, placing a strong hand behind your neck to keep you in place. The kiss is full of passion, anger, and need.

You maneuver yourself off the desk, unbreaking the hot kiss, as you reposition so that Theo's the one against the desk. He acknowledges you taking charge, and he allows it because, quite frankly, whenever you did take charge, Theo found it extremely intoxicating.

Only now do you break the kiss, peering up at Theo as your hands fumble with his pants. He kicks them off just as you remove your own top, making a point of leaving your bra intact. Theo's breath catches. God, he wanted to bury his face between the valley of your breasts.

"So?" You ask again, a devilish smirk on your lips, your fingers making progress on unbuttoning his collared shirt. "Will you?"

"Go on, then." Theo says. It's not lost on him how much leniency he gives you—not just in this moment. Any other girl who disobeyed his instructions would have been tossed aside so he could move on to the next. But with you, as vexing as you were, you also very much intrigued him.

At his permission, you lightly push him back so he's sitting on the desk, giving him a much comfortable position to watch as you slowly unhook your bra, letting the garment fall to the floor. You can sense his probing eyes on you, and you can't help the sly smile that appears as you straddle him, one leg on each side of him.

Theo's hands find your waist immediately, slowly sliding up your sides, to your bare back, and then to your front. He squeezes your breasts, eliciting a breathy moan from you. Your skin was soft under his rough hands.

"And I thought you were going to let that ego of yours make a horrible choice for the both of us." You tease.

Theo's too enamoured with this new position (and view) to respond to your jests. One hand rests firmly on your jaw as he pulls you in for a kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. Meanwhile, your hand moves to stroke his length, feeling Theo grow even harder at your touch.

"Shit," Theo groans.

"Someone's missed me," you whisper against his lips. Your thumb teases the tip of his cock, evoking a slight twitch out of him.

"God, shut up."

Theo wanted nothing more than to wipe—no, fuck—that smug expression on your face. And he's just about ready to take matters into his own hands, but you beat him to it.

Still wet from your previous orgasm, you were beyond ready to have Theo inside you. You lift yourself up slightly, guiding him to your entrance. He bites back a groan, his hands gripping your waist. You lock gazes as you slowly lower yourself onto him, your mouth falling open in a glorious 'o' shape as you take all of him into you.

While this wasn't the first time you had Theodore Nott resting deeply in your cunt, you took a moment to adjust.

"Are you going to move, or what?" Theo growls impatiently, bucking his hips and roughly nipping at the soft skin on your neck.

His impatience makes you smirk.

"Hey," you say, with a wry smile. You snake your fingers up to his hair, tugging his head back slightly to give you room to trail a path of kisses along his neck. You were going to prolong this and make you both ache for more. You didn't want to be the only one who was a moaning mess today. "If I'm making it up to you, then it's my rules."

"You know I don't give a shit about rules."

"Too bad."

This makes Theo's jaw clench. Before he can utter another quip, you're rolling your hips, feeling him embedded inside you. The movement feels good, but you know it's not enough for either of you just yet.

"God, I'm thankful your ego isn't the only thing that's big," you moan against his ear.

This makes Theo's jaw clench. You hear a string of curse words in another language, something you've noticed Theo does in moments where his brain had short-circuited. Enough sense, it seems, is knocked back into him as you can understand the breathless words, "And you take me so fucking well."

Theo's lips find the top of your chest, kissing down feverishly. His tongue flicks expertly against your right nipple as his hand moves to grip your bare ass from under your skirt. You arch into him, letting out a sharp gasp at the dual sensation. Despite his sentiment about rules, Theo lets you control the pace. He holds back the strong desire to thrust upwards into you, to fuck you hard.

"Oh, Theo," you whine as you continue to roll your hips. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and lift yourself up, almost completely off his dick. Ghosting your lips against his, you push yourself back down—hard—feeling him go even deeper. You repeat these movements, your moans growing louder.

Theo can't stop the thoughts of how gorgeous you looked from clouding his mind. You weren't bad to look at normally, but seeing you fuck yourself with his cock had to be one of the wonders of the world. Only if that were a reality, Theo's not sure he could stand anyone else ogling you like this.

"Yes, that... that feels good." Theo groans, his cock throbbing from your movements.

You press your forehead against his, your eyes locking with his as you continue. One of the things Theo liked most about this little arrangement was your unnerving ability to keep eye contact—there was nothing more sexy than seeing the woman you were pleasuring crumble. Eyes can tell you everything.

"I'm trying to—" you breathe, rocking yourself against him. The movement wasn't nearly fast enough, but the way you were moving had him reaching depths you didn't know were attainable. "—to be good."

"Are you?" Theo asks between pants, squeezing your ass roughly. He leans into your lips. "Can you be a good girl for me now?"

You give him a small nod, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Your breath is quavering as you try to speak; your eyes re-lock onto his. "Am I not being good for you?"

This makes him chuckle darkly. Theo wasn't an idiot. He knew you practically yearned for his words of praise. The knowledge was something he took advantage of from time to time, withholding and dangling his praise in front of you just to see how far you'd go to make him say it.

To prove to Theo you were being good, you push yourself down onto him roughly, a whimper escaping your lips. You increase your speed, unable to hold out anymore, fucking yourself hard, deep, and fast on his cock.

"Fuck." Theo swears, and he can't help himself now. Hands keep you in place as he fucks up into you, cock hitting your spot repeatedly and mercilessly. He relishes the feeling of your wet core around him. Your clit presses against his pelvis at each thrust.

You took pleasure (literally and figuratively) in Theo's natural ability in knowing. He knew what to say, how to touch you so you were melting, and when to take back control. His hands digging into your hips told you everything you needed to know: Theo was going to fuck you senseless.

"I want to be good," you pant, your nails digging into his back, grasping for a release.

"Then you know what I want to hear."

He holds you flush against him, arms wrapping around you as he continues to thrust. He can feel his own pleasure grow. Your head falls onto his shoulder as you feel it building up in your stomach again. This time, you weren't going to wait until it was too late.

"Theo, please," you practically beg. Theo was the only person who'd ever make you feel like this, and you were past the point of caring whether he knew it too. "Can I cum, please? For you."

"Yes," Theo hisses. He was close too. "Cum for me. Now."

Your orgasm hits you hard and fast, your head falling back as you drag your nails into his skin. Theo continues to thrust up sharply, chasing the high for the both of you. You clench around his length, the sensation mixed with your moans pushing Theo over the edge.

"That's my good girl."

Theo's praise for you was not lost in the chorus of breathy moans and grunts of pleasure. His addition of the word 'my' made you shake even more as another wave of pleasure washes over you.

"Oh, God, yes, Theo."

His hand moves to the back of your neck desperately, guiding you into him for a passionate kiss as he spills into you with a moan.

Ragged breaths fill the room. There was always a moment of limbo after every encounter—a moment where the two of you stayed entangled and nestled with each other, savouring the proximity and stealing last, sweet kisses. You knew the moment you got up, the two of you would go back to despising each other again, until next time.

"So?" Theo asks after a moment, expectant of an answer, as if you could read his mind. "That dumb git you mentioned earlier. Was he better than me?"

His question makes you smirk, and you have to bite it back so as not to show how content you were that he had lingered on that thought.

"You don't want me to answer that," you say, giving him a small pat on the shoulder before getting up. You slip back into your clothes and adjust your hair.

The answer should have been obvious to Theo, but you weren't giving him the satisfaction of admitting it because it did nothing for your reality. This was as far as this would go. Theodore Nott was a pretentious asshole who just so happened to be a good fuck. There was never going to be more than that.

"You definitely exceeded expectations today, Theo," you say, gathering your books from the floor. "But you didn't do anything worth an outstanding."

With a swift flick of your wand, you unlock the door and leave Theo in the vacant classroom, already fantasizing about next time.

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⋆。𖦹°⭒˚。⋆ ot6 p1harmony: favourite places to kiss you <3

a/n: FINALLY back with a little headcanon! this is all sickening. beware of cavities.

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☆ theo:

fingertips/cheeks: i’m gonna be killed for this by my bestie but i see it soooo clearly. whenever i think of theo i think of gentle domestic love, and what’s more domestic than soft loving pecks on the cheek? he probably loves holding you on lazy days and letting you play with his hair and hands, basking in the attention, pressing the occasional kiss to your cheek. obsessed with your hands in his and loves rubbing the backs of them and bringing the tips of your fingers to your lips. loves loves loves how it makes you melt… he’d have the most adoring lovesick expression😭 also loves grabbing your hands to get your attention and pull you closer to him, lifting your hands to kiss along the fingers. brb sobbing

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☆ keeho:

lips: to keeho, there is no such thing as one kiss. even when he casually kisses your cheek or forehead, he’s coming back a few seconds later for another… and another… and it somehow always comes back to your lips. and he’s a damn good kisser, too. loves taking it slow and fully enjoying every second and every movement of your lips slotted with his. he could actually lose himself so easily in the moment and forget where he is. gets so distracted if you put on a lip gloss or tint he just wants to kiss you SO bad. i genuinely don’t have another one for him because no matter what, he always ends up locked to your lips, tugging at your bottom lip, holding your chin in place with one hand and your waist with the other

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☆ jiung:

forehead/temples: jiung isn’t overly affectionate, preferring very casual acts of intimacy. he kisses you the most when he’s holding you, and even more if you’re sleepy. he just finds you so endearing :( he’ll pull your body close to his and run his hands over your back/through your hair, giving you gentle kisses over your face, concentrating on your cheeks and temples because those places feel extra comforting to him. and what he wants the most in the world is for you to feel completely comfortable and happy. because it’s the same for him—with you in his arms, smiling from the kisses he litters on your skin, he feels the most at peace. and if you did the same back, and pressed soft kisses to his cheeks? he’s melting so fast he simply can’t handle it😭 would love it so much, blushing and laughing softly against your skin

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☆ intak:

lips and neck/shoulder: first and foremost this guy is literally sooooo obsessed with kissing you omg. even that’s an understatement. he kisses you on his way to another room. he kisses you when he’s clearing dinner dishes. he kisses you when you’re reading and he thinks you look so cute😭 is literally incapable at leaving it at one kiss too PFFT and he’ll do anything in his power to convince you to let him steal your lips and your time even if you’re busy… uses his sparkly eyes and that pouty way he speaks to his advantage. when you give in he’ll be so smiley, happily curling up with you to kiss your lips and let time slip by. also lovessss coming up behind you and nuzzling his head into the crook of your shoulder/neck and pressing little wet kisses to your skin. loves when you squirm cause it tickles. will hold you captive and keep at it until you’re both giggling messes😭

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☆ soul:

nose/hands: soul gives the vibe of such an adamant, pure hearted lover😭 he’d love pressing small kisses to your nose especially! even little playful bites and nibbles on the tip of your nose to make you giggle </3 he’d pepper them over your hands too, especially when you’re cuddling and he’s curling his body into your chest and holding your hands to his face. he just loves making you smile with his kisses and he knows that the ticklish sensation of his lips pressing kiss after kiss to your skin makes you laugh. so he does it ALLL the time. also finds it so comforting to hold your face in his hands and observe your expression before pecking your nose and pulling you close. aaahhhh he’s precious :(

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☆ jongseob:

cheeks: seob is suchhhhhh a lovesick boy, i will die on the hill that he is a very open and eager lover. even if he's shy at first, when he gets comfortable he is very affectionate. always wants you to know how much he cares for you and a soft press of his lips on your cheek is the perfect way to give you that reminder without going overboard, especially in a public situation. in the confines of your own space, he loves sitting you on his lap and nudging your cheek with his nose before kissing gently, several time… will eventually trail across your face to the other side. between every few kisses he’s pulling back to look at your expression and admire your features, will feel SO proud and happy if he’s managed to make you blush or smile. + finishes every make out session with a kiss on your cheek, almost like a little thank you... i’m devastated

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Andromeda and Perseus: Destined

Chapter 2: It’s the Sorting Hat, Duh

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This chapter we will finally reintroduce our infamous Perseus, Theodore Nott! So excited, please grab some popcorn and relax as we delve in the magical world of Hogwarts…

Also, to anyone who is deterred from reading this because the mother and the father of the twins are not people of color, please don't feel so. I personally headcanon, since Voldemort is "all-powerful", it means that his children can have a different skin color than his and Bellatrix's. I will always make this an all-inclusive story for any race and religion that happens to come across the story. Of course, wizarding customs are to be added.

So please read whether you are American, Ukrainian, Indian, Korean, or whatever ethnicity. I will NEVER discriminate, and if you EVER feel my writing isn't as inclusive as it could be, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE reach out to me.

I love you ALL💚💜

The Hogwarts Express September 1, 1991

At the sound of his name, the brown-haired boy turned around, spotting his best friend sprinting at him.

“Umph!” 

Right after he turned, Theo was instantly met with his best friend smashing into him with a bone-crushing hug. The Nott boy immediately smiled widely and returned the hug with the same ferocity.

“Y/N/N! I missed you!” at his words, the younger Riddle twin nuzzled her head into the boy’s neck. “I missed you too, Teddy.”

Y/N pulled back from Theo’s neck, “Matty and Draco are getting a compartment right now… Or, at least I think they are. I just kinda,” The girl did a little wooshing gesture with her hands, “y’know.” The girl laughed a little.

Theo returned the small laugh with a grin, “I know, I kinda felt it.”

“Shut up, you love me,” Y/N said, “C’mon, let’s go find Matty and Draco. They're back there somewhere.”

The girl smiled and took the boy's hand, tugging and running through the front of the train. Their mixed giggles filled the train’s corridors as students of all ages flooded in, the two having to zig-zag between them. The two finally stopped as they finally saw the older Riddle twin and the blond-haired diva in a compartment… filled with three other people?

The best friends looked to each other in confusion. The boy decided to pipe up first, “Who are they?”

The girl looked to him, stating in a monotonous voice, “I have no bloody idea.”

The two looked to each other and nodded, the girl reached for the compartment door and pulled it open. They both walked in and sat next to each other where Draco and Mattheo were sitting. 

“There you two are! We were about to send a search party for you,” Y/N and Theo looked to Draco as he yelled as loud as possible.

“Yes, thank you for splitting my eardrum, Draco. Really appreciate it,” as Y/N sassed Draco she looked to the three faces that were there with them.

Upon further inspection, Y/N and Theo realized they did know them. The one with the brown floppy hair with an enigmatic smile was Lorenzo Berkshire–most commonly known as Enzo–he was Draco’s fourth cousin twice removed, or something of the sort. They weren’t really sure. The girl with a short, brown bob was Pansy Parkinson (Y/N knew her from some of the many soul-crushing gala’s she was forced to attend. She hung out with her when her brother, “cousin”, or best friend were nowhere to be found). The third and second boy was Blaise Zabini. Theo also knew him from one of the gala’s he was forced to attend, his father had introduced him to the Contessa Zabini and her son, Blaise. They had bonded over the fact they both had dead parents, dark but a topic of which they had bonded nonetheless. 

Y/N and Pansy smiled to each other in greeting. “Y/N, I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation Mattheo and I were in thinking you and Theo disappeared. Taking so long, almost giving me a heart attack I tell you,” the bleach-blond boy dramatically shouts, waving his hands about.

Enzo scoffs and faces his cousin, “Sure, Draco. Whatever you say… Anyway, “ he turns towards Theo and Y/N, “Hello, you two. Wonderful to see you two again. Haven’t seen you since the last excruciating gala we attended. Pansy was riveting about seeing you again, Y/N. Something about girl talk? If that makes any sense.”

Pansy and Y/N look to each other and giggle, knowing exactly what the floppy-haired boy meant. “Sweet, sweet, Enzo. You have no idea what it is I was talking about. Let’s keep it that way,” as the Parkinson girl said her piece she turned to the two who had most recently joined them, “Y/N, Theo, wonderful to see you two again. Are you two excited to finally attend Hogwarts? You know I’ve been reading Hogwarts: A-”

“A History! Me too! I’ve been trying to explain to these two wankers all summer how it’s actually important to read up on this stuff! You and Theo seem to be the only ones to actually appreciate the expansive history of Hogwarts!”

Mattheo groans, “Great! Now we have three nerds who’ll be bothering us our entire academic career at Hogwarts about useless knowledge! Just bloody brilliant!”

At Mattheo’s words, the smallest boy of the group raises his hand and speaks with a voice just as timid as Theo’s, “Four, actually. You, Draco, and Enzo seem to be the only ones who don’t seem to understand.”

“Oh, please, Zabini. We understand just fine, we just don’t flaunt it about at every second.”

At Enzo’s words, Blaise raises his eyebrow, “Is that so, Berkshire? Tell me, then, what is Hogwarts’ school motto?”

“Um… Rise up? The hell I know,” Enzo turns to Draco and Mattheo, “You two know?”

Draco shrugs, “Don’t look at us, mate. We haven’t got a clue.”

“See? Point. Proven. You three know,” the small Zabini boy questioned the three who actually bothered to actually care. The three stated in perfect unison, looking straight at the three boneheads, “Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.”

Mattheo stares at his sister, “You three are extremely creepy, I hope you know that.”

The three–still staring at them–say, “We know.”

Blaise smirks, while the trio of boys shudders at the utter creepiness of the the three.

As the group all stared at each other, they burst out laughing, not being able to keep each other seriously. For the next few hours, the seven eleven-year-olds talked nonsense. To say that these seven kids would be close friends by the end of the year would be an understatement. 

Eventually, they all simultaneously decided to take a nap. Y/N, of course, fell asleep against Theo’s shoulder while everyone else was sprawled out throughout the compartment. Theo smiled down at his girl, how peaceful she was while she slept, even if she did start drooling against his sweatshirt. In all honesty, the Nott boy would allow his Andromeda to ruin his favorite sweater a hundred times over if it would get her to smile.

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A couple of hours later, the group was up again (though, only waking up due to Draco’s incessant whining about being alone when he woke up). Currently, they were all asking each other about what house they wanted to be in.

“Well, that’s an obvious answer: Slytherin. Duh. A Malfoy ends up in Slytherin.”

Theo snorts, and says in his quiet voice, “Oh yeah? Imagine you’re the first Malfoy to end up in Hufflepuff? I’d pay a hundred galleons to see that.”

Everyone laughs and Mattheo goes next, “Well, us Blacks always end up in Slytherin,” he points to his sister before she can say anything, “I know, cousin Sirius was a Gryffindor, but other than him; all Slytherin’s.”

Oh, did I not mention that the Malfoy’s thought that having the last name Riddle would be too startling to have at Hogwarts? No? Damn, well, the Malfoy’s thought that the twins should go by their mother’s maiden name, Black to “blend in” more. Sure, as if it isn’t noticeable that two members of the Noble House of Black showed up the same year as the infamous Harry Potter. Oh well. 

“Well, maybe Y/N/N will be the second Black to break the tradition. I swear, all those books,” Mattheo’s joke made his twin swat him on the back of the head. “Haha, very funny Mattheo. We’re almost there anyway, we should go get changed. Pansy?” At the younger twins’ statement, they all gathered their Hogwarts robes and left to put them on.

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Thirty goes by and everyone is dressed in their plain robes. As the Hogwarts Express slows, a voice rings throughout the train: “We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes’ time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.”

A chorus of “cool” leaves the group as the words reverberate. Y/N smiles at Theo and takes his hand, “You ready?”

“Always, principessa.”

The group starts filing off the train and they hear a West Country accent fill the cool air, “Firs’ years! Firs’ years over here! Firs’ years!” 

The group follows the voice to the Black Lake full of tiny boats with even tinier lamps. “No more’n four to a boat!” the voice booms out again.

Mattheo turns to his sister, “We’ll meet you at the castle, okay? Stick with Theo while we’re gone, okay? Malfoy, Zabini, Berkshire, ‘n I are gonna go with Rosier. We’ll see when we get there,” the boy turns to Theo, “Keep an eye on her, okay?”

The Nott boy nods to Mattheo, “Yeah, see you later. We’ll go with Parkinson, I’m sure we’ll find someone else.” Mattheo nods to Theo and heads off with the other three boys as Pansy joins the two again. 

“I found one, just over there,” Y/N and Theo agree and walk with Pansy to a boat with a frizzy-haired girl with buck teeth.

Y/N recognizes her as the girl who was asking around if anyone had seen a Toad anywhere, “You’re the girl who was looking for the toad, right? I’m Y/N Black,” Y/N turns to her right, “this is Theodore Nott,” she turns to her left, “and Pansy Parkinson.”

The girl puts out her hand for a handshake, “Yes. Hermione Granger, pleasure.”

Theo and Pansy say hello and the four of them sit down. The loud voice of the half-giant calls out again, “Everyone in? Right then -- FORWARD!”

As the large group of excited first-years, all started to sail across the smooth waters of the Black Lake, everyone was silent; in awe. As they reached closer to the castle, they reached a cliff and the voice boomed again, “Heads down!” Once through the dark cave, they reached a dark dock where they climbed out of the boats onto dark rocks.

Theo helped Pansy, Y/N, and the now-known Hermione out of the boat. Once on solid land, Hermione went her own way as the other three went to find Mattheo, Enzo, Blaise, and Draco. While walking, Y/N asks, “Amazing, isn’t it? All of this under Hogwarts, I mean.”

Pansy answered unenthusiastically, “I guess, I mean it’s just a bunch of rocks. Nothing especially special.” Whereas Theo encouraged Y/N’s statement, nudging her shoulder with his, “I think it’s pretty amazing.” Y/N smiles and looks to him with a glint in her eyes, Theo uncertain of what it is.

“Oy! You three!” 

At the agitatedingly high voice of Draco Malfoy, the three turn to the other four and rush towards them. Thought we lost you, again,” Mattheo voices over the other first years giggly excitement.

Pansy snorts, “You mean, lose them again.”

As the Parkinson girl’s statement is finished, Hagrid calls to the incoming students, “Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?”

At his ending remarks, Hagrid raised his fist and knocked three times on the big castle door.

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The door swung open and a tall, slim, graying witch in emerald robes stood there. A stern-looking gaze scanned the crowd of new students.

“The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall,” the half-giant said.

The professor smiled tightly, “Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here.”

She opens the wide door all the way, showing the first years an expansive entrance hall. Enchanted paintings of old were hung. Torches lit up the stone walls that held the paintings, the ceiling was probably the tallest ceiling any of the children had ever seen, a marble staircase ascending to the upper floors.

The Core Four looked to each other in amusement as they joined each other with the rest of the seven. Y/N looked at each and every painting, analyzing, taking mental notes. Then, she spotted a painting of a woman with wonderfully long hair, curls encircling her long face that ran around a vast field of Aster and Baby’s Breath, twirling around with a book in hand, eventually falling into the flowers. At this painting, Y/N feels a connection with it, an unexplainable. She pokes her curly-haired best friend points to it and whispers, “That’s the painting. That’s the painting I feel. I can’t explain it, but I can feel it.”

Theo smiles at her, “I know… Let’s go catch up.”

As they catch up with the other five, McGonagall comes to a stop, “Welcome to Hogwarts,” says the professor. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

“The four houses are called Gryffindor,” Mattheo makes a gagging face causing Y/N to silently giggle at her brother, “...Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.” Draco and Mattheo fist-bump one another. “Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. 

“The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.”

The last statement clearly directed to a boy with brown hair whose cloak was all twisted and a boy with fiery red hair that had a smudge on his nose.

Once McGonnagal leaves, Y/N turns to Theo, “Exciting, isn’t it? I can’t wait, but I’m nervous at the same time. What do you think?”

“I think, that everything will be just fine, Y/N/N. Pinky promise,” Theo holds out his pinky to the girl. Y/N hooks her pinky with his, “Pinky promise.”

Draco nudges the twins and Theo, “Look. Right there. That’s Harry Potter. I think I’m going to go introduce myself.”

“Draco, don’t go making an arse of yourself, okay? Really don’t need it right now.”

“Now, Mattheo, when do I ever make an arse of myself? I’m off.”

As Draco takes two sauntering steps towards the Boy Who Lived and the boy with fiery red hair, “It’s true then, what they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.” Y/N facepalms, shakes her head, and thinks, already off to a bad start. Hushed whispers of “Harry Potter” resonate through the hall. “This is Mattheo, Theodore, and Y/N. And I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” The red-haired boy snickers at the blond’s name, Y/N sends him a glare while Draco continues, “Think my name’s funny, do you? I’ve no need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. You’ll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter.” At this, Y/N decides to quietly intervene, whispering into her “cousin’s” ear, “I think that’s enough, Draco.” However, the Malfoy boy continues, “You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” As he finishes his mini-monologue, Draco sticks out his hand. This time Y/N whispers more assertively, “I’m serious, Draco.”

Harry looks at the blond’s hand skeptically and sassily says, “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.” 

At Potter’s words, Draco scoffs and walks back to the rest of the group, Mattheo following him as Y/N stays back and tells Theo she’ll be over quickly. “Sorry about him, he doesn’t usually do that. See you around.” Potter and Weasley shoot the girl a quick “see ya” as she walks back with Theo to the group.

“Told ya not to make an arse of yourself, and what did you do,” Mattheo questions Draco in an accusatory manner.

Draco scoffs, “Not my fault, the wanker was being a prat.”

The rest of the group roll their eyes at the boy. “Seriously, Malfoy, that was pathetic. Even I saw it,” at Theodore’s words, Y/N nods and the rest of the seven–save for Draco–nod and send a chorus of agreement.

The group goes silent as the Great Hall door opens and McGonagall steps through, “We’re ready for you. Follow me.”

As the first years step through the threshold, they’re in awe of the size of the room and the ceiling. Y/N turns to Theo, “The ceiling is enchanted to change according to the overall mood of the student body at any given time. Right now it’s cloudy, so everyone’s mostly anxious or thinking hard.”

The looks in curiosity at the girl, “Really?”

“Mhmm.”

A loud voice cuts through the noise of the students, “What’s that?”

The boy whose loud voice ruminated from was pointing towards a frayed, dirty, and patched hat. That hat would certainly be thrown out the second Aunt Cissy saw that thing in the Manor, thought Y/N. Another loud voice snapped her out of her thoughts, this time from the bushy-haired girl, Hermione, Y/N, Theo, and Pansy had met, 

“It’s the Sorting Hat, duh.”

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I don't know how I feel about this one, please send me any feedback you can think of! I also think that this is the longest chapter of Andromeda and Perseus: destined, so far!

Thank you to everyone who has been reading this, it means a lot to me. I love you guys so much!💚💜

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[jjtheresidentbaby]

i know how much u love theo soooo im gonna request the entire fragrance headcanon prompt list for theo! go wild have so much fun!!

- @bebbie-bilinski

🍂Little Theo Fragrance Prompt Headcanons 🍂 ➢ event masterlist

a/n: I didn’t use two of them (rose & jasmine) cause I just don’t think they apply but otherwise I had a ton of fun with this!

warnings: talk of pre-canon/the dread doctors, non verbal!theo

1. Lavender: How do they calm down in moments of major stress?

- physical touch is a great way to calm Theo down if he’s upset! one of his caregivers picking him up or laying with him on the couch should help a lot

2. Vanilla: What is a food or scent that carries a lot of nostalgia for them? How do they feel if they smell it now?

- those sandwich’s you can buy at grocery stores for a few bucks are super nostalgic for Theo, he ate a ton of them while he was still with the dread doctors and now it’s a 50/50 if he likes them. occasionally he’ll want one while regressed and eat it just fine but when he’s big he steers clear of them as the smell can make him gag

3. Bergamot: What gesture of kindness made the biggest impact on them, and why?

- when Stiles apologized for being so cold towards Theo after he was revived. It wasn’t a huge gesture or anything, just a simple conversation, but by the end Theo was a teary eyed mess & regressed and running full force into Stiles to hug him (stiles ofc reciprocated & maybe got a little misty eyed himself)

4. Mint: What is their sharpest sense, and how does that impact their life?

- his sense of smell. It was strong when he was a kid anyways and then when he became a chimera it only got stronger. It can cause a few issues while he’s regressed, normally he can handle all the scents around but while small he doesn’t like how strong everything is

5. Lilac: Of all the new beginnings in their life, which one was the most important to them? How did they celebrate it?

- becoming a part of the pack was a really big step for Theo and he eventually when they found out about his regression it became an even bigger deal. he likes to celebrate the date that he was “officially” committed to being part of the pack, the pack of course find it adorable and all agree to host a movie night or something every year

6. Cinnamon: What’s their favorite fall tradition?

- trick or treating!!!! as a kid it was one of the only holidays he could celebrate without upsetting the dread doctors, he’d scrape together a costume and take a pillow case to go out and fill it with candy! and even now as a teenager he really loves the holiday, especially when he’s regressed and can tug Scott or someone else from the pack along to get candy at houses (even Derek gets roped into it and he definitely doesn’t flash his eyes at the people hesitant to give Theo candy, nooo not at alllll /sar)

7. Lemon: What is something seemingly inconsequential that can put them in a bad mood for the rest of the day?

- the sounds of drilling. It instantly takes him back to the experiments the dread doctors would preform and all Theo wants to do after hearing it is curl up into a ball. most times his caregivers will catch on and be able to cheer him up, but if he’s alone he gets pretty scared and can fall into a non-verbal state

8. Musk: What do they usually smell like, or what does their home usually smell like?

- the detergent he uses is un-scented and made for sensitive skin, as is his body wash, so his scent isn’t strong at all. It’s mostly a mix of faint pine cologne that Scott uses as he’s at his house a lot, and the vanilla that Lydia always smells like. anything harsher gives Theo a headache, especially when he’s little, the pack are all sure to dial back their perfume/cologne use when Theo’s going to be around

9. Berry: What makes them happier than perhaps it should? Do others know about it?

- head pats/head scratches, he blames his wolf side but he adores getting his hair played with or genuinely just getting pet. especially when he’s little, he often full shifts when he regresses and it only heightens his love for head scratches. I think a few people in the pack know. Scott, Malia, Lydia & Liam definitely know and play into it alllllll the time just to see Theo blush a little

10. Patchouli: What sort of outdoor activities do they enjoy most? Do they get the chance to do that activity often?

- hiking/runs. he loves to run around trails or just freely in the woods! Malia goes with him quite a lot, and if they’re regressed they’ll probably talk Scott or Stiles into watching over them as they do (because going alone wasn’t the smartest idea when they both got lost trying to get back to theo’s truck) Theo gets to go out running a lot, even if he can’t make it to the woods he likes to run on the sidewalk before school for a few miles, most of the time it’s Derek that acts as Theo’s caregiver during those times as he’s the only one awake that early & willing to run that much

11. Peony: What is the best gift they have ever received from a parent, material or otherwise?

- Melissa got Theo a fleece throw blanket, it’s a light brown color and Theo cherishes it. he only lets Lydia wash it, she hand washes it and uses some fancy detergent that smells like soft vanilla and Theo loves it. he also has a stuffed blue bunny that Tara gave him before she died, it’s not in the best condition as it was dragged all over creation when Theo was still with the dread doctors, but it means everything to him. Lydia is also the only one who can wash it, she also stitches it up when it’s ripped or the past patches start to come undone, Theo can’t thank her enough each time

[eneiryu]

Thinking about how when Theo finally gets over himself he would be the BEST uncle to baby Ally, letting her paint his nails and do his makeup and put clips in his hair and then teaching her to control the shift and supervising her while she practised her full shift and running through the preserve with her (my headcanon is that Theo is the first point of call to teach control to new supernaturals because of his experience and past, so even though Scott is a true alpha and Malia can full shift I still imagine that Theo would be asked to help) but also fiercely protective of her and would full shift just so she could sleep in the curve of his body and pull at his tail and ears and tug at his fur and snort and lick her to make her laugh and the entire pack thinks its adorable.

Fully agreed. This is pretty much how I imagine him with her, including helping with the full shift. I imagine he doesn’t fully get how or why he feels the way he does, but that as long as he can make it about her, and not him, he can be as present and caring and understanding of her as they both want him to be.

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Harry & Luna Headcanons

Harry is 1 year and 1 month older than Luna

He calls her “Loons” or “Na-na”

She calls him “Haz” or “Bunny”

They both know 9 languages (Urdu, English, Spanish, French, mandarin, welsh, Dutch, Filipino Italian)

Everyone thinks Luna is the innocent & sweet one but it’s actually Harry

They grew up with Theo, Blaise, Neville and occasionally saw Draco and the Weasley’s

When they miss home they go into the kitchens and bake Effie’s chocolate chip cookies

They both stan Taylor Swift and have mini concerts in either of their rooms

They can both sew (Harry prefers embroidery though)

At the Potter residence their rooms are across the hall and at the Lovegood residence they’re next to each other

Harry starts fights with anyone who calls her “Loony”

They study together sometimes

They still hang out with the kids they grew up with at school (occasionally)

they have their ‘own’ language which is just a mix of all the languages they know

they talk about people in front of their faces

they wear matching amethyst necklaces

They have tea with Remus randomly

Luna steals Harry’s ties and wears them as accessories

both of them kiss peoples cheeks in greeting

they have a cat

Harry sets up Luna and Ginny

they don’t often fight but it’s usually verbal

if they’re walking past eachother in the halls, Harry will tug on Luna’s hair and Luna will stretch out to trip him

Luna has Harry saved in her phone as a keyboard smash followed by the middle finger emoji

they’re both very blunt

they pass notes in the great hall

Lunas godparents are Barty and Dorcas

Luna knows the password to Gryffindor Tower

they share clothes

they’re both very judgemental

[saiwola]

Useless Headcanon of the Day:

When the Blessings catch feelings, sometimes it effects their elemental magic a bit. Unconsciously.

Adon: Shadows will stretch a bit toward you. And if you're close enough or in dark spaces, some will just kind of coil around your wrists or ankles.

Alys: Rare to witness but when she's happy, her flames will mimic the exact color of your eyes.

Fenryr: The air gets a bit more humid when you're close. If cold enough, you might see a bit of fog. (Water tends to take a gaseous form when he's happy. Basically, he feels like he's on a cloud.)

Jibril: When you're close, you may feel a slight tug on you, pulling you in his direction.

Taylor: When he's painfully aware of your proximity, time can feel like it's slowing down. But a negligible amount, like half a second slower.

Theo: Any nearby light sources tend to shine brighter. (Super cute kid crushes.)

Zandros: Sometimes you'll feel a breeze when you shouldn't. It carries with it the faint scent of pine.

[kcomfortplace]

Sick Theo Headcanons

In the beginning he was really shy opening up about feeling unwell. Sometimes he still is but he tends to give you hints here and there

He can't eat spicy food and gets a really upset stomach from it

Gets bad indigestion

Is shy about being gassy but can't hold it back at all

His stomach isn't loud but tends to get really bloated and hard if he feels unwell

Is too shy to ask for tummy rubs but loves then if they're gentle

Has a really weak stomach no matter what it is. Food, drinks, the flu or just stress.

His stomach aches always get really bad to the point he can't do anything

Probably lactose intolerant

He only allowed himself to cry in front of you but even then he has a hard time doing so

In public he tugs on your shirt if he feels unwell to get your attention

If he feels mentally unwell he tends to hide it but always goes really quiet so you notice rather soon

Loves to be the little spoon if he feels bad

Scenario:

The two of you didn't know each other that well yet and it was your first time cooking for him. You made some spicy ramen and he didn't had the hard to tell you that he can't handle it. After all your cooking taste really really good. You took care of him the rest of the evening.

[gruesomejack]

A Very Self Indulgent Meme (UPDATED)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sleepy and smiley! Very bashful too. He's the type to hold your hand and make sure you're all right and also just take time to hold you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hands. He has a big things for hands. Put em in his mouth, shove em down his pants, he doesn't care as long as they feel nice.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's barren, shooting blanks, party popper without confetti. And it bothers him sometimes? Most of the time it's just convenient he doesn't have to clean up, but there are moments (especially with a partner) that it was something he could do.

He's not a spitting quitter though. The ladies at the saloon said if he wants to impress a guy, you gotta swallow and he took that right to heart dhFNCJXJCJCHC

Theo: don't eat it maybe 😰

Emile, sick: 🥴❤️

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's gay. BUT ALSO OKAY HERE'S A REAL ONE. When he was 17-ish, he caught a pair of farmhands together. He watched from behind the barn, seeing one plant bearded kisses along the inside of the other's thigh and IT SHAPED HIS ENTIRE IDEA OF INTIMACY

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh no. The only experience he has is with himself and his hands. That doesn't mean he won't put in a good try! He's quite bashful about the whole thing and a good kiss could get him flustered at first.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Bare bronc. I MEAN,,, Honestly, serious, any riding position he's very comfortable in. Also after he gets his horns and they're able to be tugged on, he'd probably like it from the back too.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Absolutely the sweetest goofball you've ever seen. To him intimacy is something you share when you're happy and it is definitely reflected in the way he approaches it.

There are exceptions, like when he goes to Will for comfort. But usually he wants it to be something that leaves you uplifted

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It's the late 1800s, I don't think he's even fathomed there's anything he can do with it other than using soap

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Emile is handsy. He's gay, he's got no outlet other than work, he's nearly convinced he doesn't deserve love-- What is he supposed to do, sit in a corner? No, he whacks it and goes to bed like everyone else chDNCNCNV

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Biting! He loves to bite and hard, he wants to draw blood. And when he does, he leaves bloodied kisses all over. Emile likes to paint his partners with his affection.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In the pasture under the stars 😔❤️❤️❤️

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Strong arms, square jaws, long, soft necks. A beautiful smile, a pretty laugh-- He's repressed, a cool breeze could probably make him horny.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As much as a people pleasing workaholic he is, I can 100% assure you he'd happily give it without a single complaint. A sore jaw and drool down his chin and neck are just part of the perks!

Emile has a shitty sticker star that says "cock-sucking queen" that I've stuck to the back of his jacket. Don't tell him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's exploratory and NEEDY. He wants to feel every inch of skin he's allowed to but also consume it all.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's down, but he can't promise it won't turn into something longer! Like in the previous question, he's very exploratory and careful so you have to plan for him getting a little lost in you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

It would take a little coaxing, but yes. I can see Emile happily accepting indecent touches in places he shouldn't as long as it was the right time, right place, and with the right person.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Being a vampire, physically more than one. Emotionally? Let him get some rest first or else you'll have a very red and overwhelmed cowboy babbling on top of you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

There's like a stupid meme "country girls make do" and it's like a girl with a vegetable. That's Emile.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does tease but most of the time it's accidental! You sometimes have to remind him to get to it because he's too busy kissing and biting every piece of skin in front of him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Quiet, but not silent. He's more of a whimper and whine type than a full on out loud moan. Lots of whispered curses and softer moans in your ear, but he's not yelling.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's tried to pick up a prostitute! When he was still trying to convince himself he could get married and start a family for his parents, he figured it'd get easier if he just got it over with. The two ended up talking and drinking together for the night instead and they're still friendly to each other today.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Prolly a good six inches. But that's not important, what's important is that there's FRECKLES. Like the rest of him. His asscheeks. His shaft. FRECKLED.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High yearning, average libido. He's spent the majority of his life telling himself what he wants isn't good for him, so the want for skin to skin contact is high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Lights out! It's more of his emotional stamina than his physical one, but he's cuddled up under the blankets and snoring within minutes.

[toast-com]

📂

Foduck marches when he walks.

[dramaticals]

following instructions: part two (headcanons)

pairing: theodore nott x reader

author's note: mdni. i never planned for a part two, so here's some notes / headcanons on what would happen next. it's slightly nsfw since the first part was smut. au where characters at hogwarts are aged up to be 19+. / requested by anonymous.

✧ read part one: following instructions ✧

You and Theo continue to have meaningless, frustrated sex every so often which spans over a few months. Lots of bickering during it all. There's an unspoken challenge now of who can get the other into a moaning mess the fastest.

Theo wins majority of the time, but you refuse to verbally say so (he knows).

Outside of sex, Theo continues to get on your nerves, as always, but a part of you starts to get used to it and even like it.

Theo finds himself looking for you in every class you share, stealing glances and sending teasing and suggestive looks your way. He knows how to get you flustered and he'll use that knowledge whenever inconvenient for you. This frustrates you because you're just trying to pay attention in class, but you feel the heat pooling below and you're constantly squirming.

When you confront him after class, Theo's sporting his classic smug expression, knowing he did his job well for you to be lecturing him like this.

Theo'll tower over you, eyes trained on yours as you tell him off, but all he's thinking about is putting your potty little mouth to use.

At an all-houses party, the two of you are mingling in different circles, talking to your own set of friends. A Ravenclaw comes up to you and starts chatting you up aggressively. He's irritating and you can't quite shake him. You're almost ready to pull your wand out and jinx him until you feel a strong, familiar arm on your shoulders, tugging you close to him protectively. Almost instinctively, you relax into Theo, snaking your arm around his torso

Theo shoots the Ravenclaw a deadly look, making them shut up and slink away, moving on to their next target.

"Why did you do that?" You ask. "Annoying you is my job." Theo shrugs.

And he just keeps his arm around you for the rest of the party, an effective deterrent to any and all other suitors, but you honestly didn't mind, and Theo didn't either.

[chloebeale]

NOW OR NEVER — (THE BECHLOE KISS)

PAIRING: Bechloe. RATING: T. A/N: It’s 3:30 am and my eyes are blurring, but how could I resist?

BECHLOE KISS / headcanon post

***

Beca doesn’t want her.

It has been years now. Years of longing looks and lingering stares, of dainty fingers brushing against gently trembling hands in the cool evening air. Years of Chloe wanting Beca, of desperate pining and of so painfully, so achingly just wanting her. There is something of a sad finality in accepting, as she watches Beca with glossy, tear-stung eyes, crowded by people and ready to start her new life—the life Chloe knows she truly, truly does deserve—the idea of Beca leaving, of taking these next steps away from the Bellas, away from Chloe.

No matter how soul-destroying that realization may be, though, Chloe is filled with a bittersweet feeling all in all. Chloe is so happy for Beca, she is so ridiculously happy, so overwhelmingly proud of her. But letting go of those years, of those real and raw feelings, it is just...it’s really freaking hard.

And Chloe knows that it is unfair of her to retreat to Chicago right now. As she moves through the crowds of people with a specific purpose, in search of the one person she knows will be able to take her mind off of everything even if only for a brief moment, she knows that it is so, so unfair, because he wants her, and she doesn’t want him. She just wants… Well, she just wants the distraction.

She realizes, as she rounds the corner to the familiar sight of a smiling Chicago, that he will be all too happy to provide that for her. And that is unfair, too.

Despite her sadness, despite that sense of loss plummeting into her stomach, despite everything, Chloe’s own smile is a genuine one as she picks up the pace of her footsteps, hand outstretching to rest on the back of Chicago’s neck in an effort to pull him closer.

He doesn’t question her, he leans in just as easily as she does, and for half a second, Chloe gets to just… she just gets to forget.

***

Adrenaline. It is adrenaline that is keeping Beca going right now.

It was adrenaline up on that stage, as she belted out that song to a packed out stadium of people, and it is adrenaline coursing through her body now, as she excuses herself from the Bellas’ squeals of excited celebration, knowing exactly where she wants to go.

Beca had seen it, she had seen that look of quiet sadness glistening in the most familiar eyes as their gazes had met through the crowd. And Beca knows what all of this entails, she knows that signing with DJ Khaled is going to mean a lot of huge, terrifying changes, but there is one thing she refuses to leave behind, one person she simply will not do this without.

She just needs to tell her. She needs to find her, and she needs to tell her.

Of course, as Beca rounds the corner to a quieter section, she doesn’t necessarily bank on exactly what she finds there.

To say that her heart doesn’t drop would be a lie. Beca has seen Chloe kissing people before, she has seen her with other people, and she has seen the very distinct way Chicago has stared every time Chloe has entered a room throughout this entire trip.

This time, however, that natural pang in her chest seems to subside quickly, it seems to be overtaken by a new rush of adrenaline, and as she stares blankly at the scene before her, notes the sight of Theo approaching in her peripheral vision, Beca decides to do something about it.

Theo doesn’t get the chance to speak. He opens his mouth to do so (that dude is always talking), but Beca doesn’t let him proceed. Instead, she rides that same wave of adrenaline, and presses her hand to his abdomen to effectively push him away.

“I’ve gotta go show this guy how it’s done,” she murmurs, and whether it is to Theo or simply to herself, a brief pep talk of some kind, Beca doesn’t know.

All she knows is that her feet carry her forward with a confidence she barely even recognizes, until she can reach out and grasp Chloe by the arm.

And suddenly, she realizes, it truly is now or never.

***

It catches Chloe off guard at first, the feeling of a hand tugging at her wrist. Fortunately, despite the level of passion she is attempting to display, she is absolutely not feeling this current kiss, she doesn’t care for the man whose lips are pressed firmly to her own. It proves easy for her to pull away, startled eyes widening slightly at the sight of Beca Mitchell, confident and beautiful, pulling her in.

It is like something from a dream—a dream Chloe has had many, many times before—the way Beca lifts her hands to Chloe’s cheeks. Chloe doesn’t even get to question her, doesn’t get to ask her what she is doing, before she feels soft lips pushing against her own, feels her lids fluttering shut and her body giving in to the sensation of Beca Mitchell kissing her, of something she has wanted for so, so long now.

Instinctively, Chloe’s hands rise to the back of Beca’s head, long fingers grasping at her neatly styled hair. And she cannot believe this is actually happening, cannot believe she is actually, finally kissing Beca Mitchell. No—Beca is kissing her.

Although she registers the sound of another voice (Theo’s, perhaps?), Chloe doesn’t take it in. She can’t really think of anything, nothing other than this very moment, this long overdue act of desperate passion, of years of pent up, desperate longing. As much as she doesn’t want to ruin it, doesn’t want to stop it, she needs a second to really take it in.

“What are you…” Chloe begins in a soft, disbelieving voice as she pulls just slightly back. Her hands refuse to move, they refuse to loosen their grip on the back of Beca’s hair, almost like she is afraid of her coming to her senses and making a hasty retreat. She expects the sight of Beca’s gaze, less scared than she would’ve ever imagined, to be something of a reality check, but it isn’t. There is no terrified moment of realization, no fear nor apprehension. It is simply them, the two of them staring at one another in the most natural, most comfortable way. Chloe’s voice softens, corners of her lips arching upward just slightly, and she whispers in a quiet, genuine tone meant only for Beca, “Bec, Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to do that?”

Although Beca licks her lips, almost like she is about to say something, it seems that she opts to hold back, to use her actions as her voice right now instead. A soft hand reaches around to tuck a loose auburn curl behind Chloe’s ear, and the gentle grin on Beca’s lips, the one Chloe’s gaze darts directly to, speaks volumes. She has every answer she needs as Beca leans back in, and Chloe does nothing to stop her.

A hand drops to her side, before her palm is settling beneath Beca’s thigh. Chloe lifts it to move her impossibly closer, and soon she is melting into this perfect, blissful moment with Beca Mitchell, a moment to far surpass any of her fantasies.

Maybe, she finally realizes, just maybe, Beca does want her, after all.

[yanderepuck]

We need some Leo and Theo spice, headcanons or fic. Whatever your brilliant mind comes up with!

FYXK YEH WE NEED LEO AND THEO SPICE.

GLAD SOMEONE HERE INJOYS MY LEO AMD THEO SMUT

God Idk if I want Theo to top or Leo to top. Bc on one hand I want Leonardo to absolutely dominate big buff Theo. BUT Leonardo, a pureblood, being dominated by a lesser??? Probably not heard of.

But fuCK.

They are always in Theos bed bc Leo's bed in small and his room is a mess. But easier on Theos bed..

Leonardo ok top and loving to pin him down. Hold his hands above his head, bc with being a pureblood is naturally stronger and Theo doesn't stand a chance of getting the upper hand

BUT

Theo on top and choking Leo while holding both his hands above his head with one hand, and is just degrading him.

LEONARDO WANTS TO BE DEGRADED BY THEO

HE WANTS THIS LESSER TO OVERPOWER HIM BC THEO IS STRONG ENOUGH TO IF HE REALLY WANTED TO

OH GOD. THEO PUTTING A COLLAR AND LEASH ON LEONARDO.

THEO TELLING LEONARDO THAT OF HE WANTS FUCKED THAN HE BETTER START BEGGING AMD BARKING FOR IT

ohgOD Theo is so into pet play. It's not even funny. He wants you on your knees NOW. Call him master and suck his dick.

AND LEONARDO WILL

but Leo being top???? Dirbfidndi

Bitch got strength to make you submissive.

He's going to get Theo on his knees no matter what it takes. He will pin that bitch on the bed and sit on his chest.

Leonardo will make theo feels things he didn't know he could feel. He will bring him to the edge and then make sure he feels nothing. If you want to be rewarded when you have to do something for Leonardo, dogboy. Leonardo would have Theo has his little server just so that he could get off. Have Theo run errands for him. All because Theo has been on edge for three days and he's trying to please Leonardo enough so that he'll touch him again.

Theo just wants to be touched. He doesn't know what Leonardo does, but he does it well and he'll go to Leonardo asking for more because at this point only Leonardo can please him and nothing else is the same.

THE SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN THESE TWO IS RIDICULOUS.

Theo wearing a turtle neck to hide all the bite marks Leonardo gives him. Leonardo makes that whole body. Neck, shoulders, arms thighs. Anything his mouth can touch. Oh god the bruises around his nipples. He doesn't have normal tits...BUT HES GOT TITS.

Tits big enough to bruise and mark up. Imagine all those marks when he goes into the bath, bc he's always going with Vincent

BUT IMAGINE THEO AND LEONARDO IN THERE TOGETHER. FUCK

Leonardo has him pinned in the corner so he can't go anywhere. Holding his hands as he kisses down his body. Biting, dragging his fangs down his skin. Using his hands to feel him. Leonardo knows his naked body so well that he could paint it from memory if he had to. He knows every detail..every crevice. How his body curves and how his muscles flex.

Leonardo giving Theo a taste of his own medicine and putting a collar and leash on him and tugging his little mutt around. Telling him to lick up the mess he made after they fucked. Telling Theo that good boys don't beg. They get in trouble for begging and pulls his hair to tilt his head back, making him look up at him.

THE FUCKING SEXUAL TENSION THAT THESE TEO COULD GO THROUGH IS ENDLESS

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Imagine if the suitors went to the beach for a whole day in the modern world...what crazy crap do you think will happen

Here are a handful of crazy and/or cute headcanons that came to mind! :D

-Mozart swatting away seagulls because HE IS TRYING TO EAT IN PEACE

-Jeanne watching him, MC offering him two water guns with a silent nod (sunglasses on, we’re going full meme)

-Jeanne then proceeds to shoot at them (no gulls were harmed in making of this promotional video) and his aim is impeccable it would be disturbing if the thwarted squawking wasn’t so funny

-Little kids start swarming around Jeanne asking how he’s so amazing and wanting to play team battles, inviting him to join

-Napoleon encourages him, and even Mozart joins in despite not liking getting wet very much (he wants Jeanne to have some positive fun times bc he BIIIIIIIG depressy)

-In the end they both admit to having fun, and one of the kids even teaches Jeanne a special ten step handshake (Jeanne has no idea what that was but the kiddo was smiling so he figured he’d go with it)

-HE AND MOZART STILL SECRETLY USE THE HANDSHAKE FOR FUNSIES BUT TELL NO ONE BECAUSE THEY DON’T LIKE F U N DON’T LOOK AT THEM

-Dazai, alternatively, gathers the fallen gull army and becomes their god with a singular cylinder of Pringles. No I will not elaborate--THE SEA GULLS GOT HER!!!!!!!!

-Spends most of the beach day wetting his feet in the tide pools and talking very earnestly to the gulls about this new thing he learned about called tax evasion while people pass by this fucker in full kimono at the beach and are convinced he’s lost it

-Dazai is very much not sane but we knew this already, offers sea shells to little kids that ask him what he’s doing and tells them to listen to the secrets bird friends can tell them

-If Dazai sounds like an Animal Crossing Villager, that was entirely by accident but remains no less true

-Surprising absolutely no one, Arthur suggests volley ball after watching people play and invites some pretty ladies to join him

-Arthur ends up needing two more people to play, so he invites Vincent and Theo (Vincent is so excited about trying something new that Theo can’t say no despite wanting to make a volleyball-shaped crater in Arthur’s face)

-The funniest part about the volleyball game is that not only is Arthur a shit player (CANON WEAK ARMS FOOL) Theo destroys with his spikes, and Vincent’s reach is insane--the two brothers end up becoming the talk of the beach

-I just laugh imagining Vincent sincerely complimenting people around him and the ladies swooning because he’s just so nice and pretty is he even real

-Men aren’t happy about that^TM but at the sight of Theo’s defensive glower they keep their malicious traps shut--which turn on whichever girls weren’t interested in Vincent jahkslgjh

-**Kaguyasama narrator voice** Today on Arthur Shenanigans: Arthur loses

-Poor Isaac is hiding under the umbrella clutching sunscreen bc HE IS A PASTY BOY HELP HIM

-MC brought a few of the newest Maths/Physics books in her time for him to read, and while he doesn’t enjoy the intensity of the sun--not like vamp weakness, it’s just the strain on his body (too many stimuli too many people too much noise) that makes him tired and ultimately thirsty bc aberrant. But the change of scenery's not so bad.......

-MC laughs when she gets out of the water and the salt dries visibly on her skin, Isaac’s eyes bug out and he asks if it hurts (startles when Leo flicks sea water at him and asks how on earth they got in the water when it’s so cold!!!)

-Leo chats with him and he likes being able to draw theorems and the like in the sand, it’s like one big chalkboard (until a kid tramples across them in the middle of writing, POPPYCOCK!). Isaac ultimately has fun but prefers to stay inside poor bub

-Leonardo, surprising no one, falls asleep in the sand the second he gets there HE IS HOME (Italian beaches, amirite)

-MC decides to, after a point, bury him fully in the sand for shits

-Comte notices and aids in her shenanigans from his beach chair, snickering the whole time

-When the two are satisfied they go for a swim together, trusting Leo to look after Isaac if need be (even if he’s a mummy rn)

-Comte is relieved to hear that she knows how to swim, but also watches carefully and doesn’t let her drift out too far by keeping closer to the shore himself (riptides!!!! can be!!!!!!! dangerous!!!!!!!!!!) if he had his way (he would never impose but he worries ;-;) she’d be wearing floaties SAFETY FIRST

-They splash at each other like maniacs and chat amiably until they start swimming away as fast as possible when Leo wakes up, laughing

-How do we know that Leo woke up?

-Because he sat up ramrod straight and a tower of sand fell. He then proceeded to jump up and sprint to the water despite Isaac’s startled cries about being careful, and swam after them like a shark to get his revenge (it was like something out of an anime s2g)

-Mostly just tugs on MC’s leg, picks her up in the water, and yeets her across in retaliation; really harmless, she’s cackling the whole time

-Dunks Comte’s head in the water while he’s being scolded, and MC has to de-escalate their increasingly dangerous shenanigans before the life guard comes after them LMFAO

-They concede only bc MC looks sad/worried abt being kicked out, and agree to keep things fun FIGHT TO THE DEATH LATER TONIGHT

-Napoleon goes for a nice long walk along the shoreline and climbs the rocks if he finds any til he gets to the top (he does not go to his happy place HE GOES TO HIS HIGH LONESOME PLACE) wishes that Jupiter could be here to enjoy the brine

-Our boy Napoleon is simply just vibin he loves the beach. A little further off the sound of people is p muted, it’s just the crashing waves and crisp smell of salt, the light breeze ruffling his hair 

-Sebas is absolutely watching through binoculars and writing down how majestic Napoleon is while making sure no one gets lost/wrecked as he takes notes

Bonus: since volleyball games can often happen back to back on a sizable beach, the boys^TM were playing and Arthur called out “Theo duck!!!!” and just as Theo was saying “Are you fucking kidding me did you really think I’d--T H W A C K” Theo gets nailed in the back of the head (Arthur later died after being put in a headlock)

Shakespeare didn’t feel like playing volley ball and didn’t have much else to do (can’t swim and has no interest), so he just sat back and tried to throw Theo off his game as much as possible 

Por ejemplo: Theo misses a serve and Shakespeare just “For never was there a story of more woe; O bard Alexa, verily, play us Despacito” “SHUT THE FUCK UP”

Jeanne also gets hit by a stray volley ball, but when Vincent said “Oh no, Jeanne, duck!” he has one of either two reactions: 1. Boulevard of Broken Dreams plays obnoxiously loud as he dodges inhumanly fast 2. he quacks, gets nailed, and doesn’t react because he doesn’t have any brain cells to damage

[bowieandqueen11]

Cold / Luke Crain Imagine

Request: Your Luke Crain headcanon was so beautiful!! Can you write more for Luke? If possible can I request something like, the reader has a nightmare or an anxiety attack and he calms her down? I don't think I ever read something with Luke being the sweetheart we know he is and I would love to see that. Make it as long as you wish! 

I’m honestly so grateful my dear @itsjustmylifeconfessions​ that people are still obsessed with Luke!

Comments are always appreciated!

Ever since Nellie’s death, Luke couldn’t stand the cold.

He had been like this, when he was little. Luke had just always been Luke, but he had also been Nellie, the two so closely connected that every little thing he felt, she did as well. Sleepovers were always rough when you were a child, because when the ghosts came out to taunt them, as they always did, you would have to try and hug a terrified Luke in one hand, and reassure a screaming Nellie in the other. Ever since then, every pain, every sorrow, every fear the other felt would overwhelm him so much, he would always need you by his side in the end.

To start, he would always try to fight against it. The cold just happened to be the worst. Every window in your apartment had to be shut by a certain time in the winter, and the heating had to be turned up to a certain degree before he would stop shaking. When the two of you would snuggle down in the evenings to watch a movie, he would always collapse down on top of you, wrapping you up in at least three blankets he had enveloped his broad shoulders in. Nights, nights were always the worst, and although Luke loved you more than anything, he was always the most grateful for you at nights. The time when he could reach out across the sheets and grab onto your wrist in the darkness, slowly shuffling himself awkwardly across the bed until you welcomed him into the warmth of your chest in a half-asleep hug, hiding himself into you under the duvet. You would have to spend the whole night with his head tucked under your chin, trying to stop his chin from trembling as he buried his head into your neck by rubbing your hands over the wide expanse of his back.

It really was the only way to stop him shaking.

That’s why, that night, he was so surprised to find that when he came grasping desperately for you, you were the one who ended up trembling under his hands.

He lifts his head slightly off your pillow, surprise evident on his sleepy features. Reaching one arm over you, he’s careful not to rustle you, or nudge you, as he clicks on your bedside lamp. When he glances over at you, trying to blink the gloom away from his eyes so he could see you properly, was when he started to panic. One large hand cups the side of your cheek, fingertips gently tapping against your skin. He leans up on his left elbow, his frame enveloping you. 

‘Hey, hey sweetheart, come on, wake up. That’s it, wake up, come back to me. It’s alright - we’re home, we’re home.’

You wouldn’t stop however, your body twisting the sheets around your legs as you trembled, your cheeks glistening as you bathed the bed in a cold sweat. He racked his brain, trying to think back to when he was ten years old and how Steve would try to wake him up at Aunt’s Janet’s when he had nightmares about Hill House, about his mom, about Isabelle - the tight grasp of his older brother’s hands against his shoulders, the way the back of his palm would stroke the wet strands of his fringe away from his eyes. Whispering, he would slowly stay with him until he began to gasp awake, one hand tight around his neck as Luke struggled for a breath.

Thank you Steve, he thinks, for teaching me what you learned at big brother school.

‘Alright honey, I’m here with you, it’s alright. Let’s do this together, okay?’

He couldn’t bring himself to do anything that could every remotely hurt you, so when he placed his hands on your shoulder and lifted you gently towards his chest, he did it as if he were delicately balancing Nellie’s cup of stars on his finger. The sweat trickled down your forehead and landed on his thumbs, as he gently massaged your muscles, but he didn’t care - he was too busy stroking the hair away from your eyes, making sure he would be the first thing you saw when you woke up.

‘That’s it love, that’s it. Come back to me. Wake up now.’

He presses soft kisses against your cheeks, his heart beginning to settle at the way you began to relax in his hold, your hands beginning to loosen and tighten as you grasp the bottom of his pyjama shirt. He leaves a final, chaste kiss against your lips, just ever so lightly brushing against them, until he feels you tug at the shirt on his back. Sitting the two of you up properly, he doesn’t loosen his grasp as you take a moment to properly blink yourself a wake, rubbing your back as you take gulping breaths.

‘I’m s- I’m sorry Luke. I didn’t m-mean to wake you up so early.’

He only gives a deep, huffing chuckle in reply, but you can see the relief in the way his eyes dip as he pulls you into his chest. Staying still for a moment, the two of you just sit on your bed, in the light, and the warmth you’re sharing with each other.

'I would do it every second of this lifetime Y/n, if it meant keeping you safe.’

You feel his hands tighten against the curve of your back, and the slight twitch of his cheek as he takes a moment to scrunch his nose against your neck.

‘Do you remember what I told you, the night I asked you to marry me?’

‘The same night Nellie accidentally tripped Shirley up and sent her flying into Theo, who ended up spilling champagne down her blouse. I still remember the look on Theo’s face as he shoved the cake she was holding onto Shirley’s dress.’

He chuckles, reaching his head up so his forehead touched yours. ‘Yeah, that’s the one. Do you remember what I said, what I whispered in your ear, right before I dropped down on my knee?’

‘You’re my home.’

‘That’s right’, he states, his voice firm and unwavering, ‘you’ve always been my home. I’ve always loved you, more than anything. So stop apologising, for anything - I’ve done my fair share of hurting you, and somehow you’re still with me. I’m the luckiest man alive.’

'And a big sap,’ you add, trying not to cry.

‘A huge sap, just for you.’

He shivers against the cold that starts to creep into the room, the early morning darkness starting to fight against the edges of his vision again. This time, though, this time, he doesn’t really feel it. He’s not scared of it, anymore, because you’re here, and you love him, and he’s never going to leave you again.

‘I love you, that’s all. And that’s all that matters.’