#earl grey theo

[incorrect-nevermore]

Nevermore headcanons-

• Morella is fluent in Irish and Pluto speaks just enough, Gaelic that they can hold a conversation, just barely.

• Lenore and her entire family are fluent in Dutch, with the exception of Lucille, who can understand it most times, but cannot speak or write it. Lenore and Theo would talk shit about people at parties in Dutch.

“Mijn heer, wat is dat voor verspilling van fijne kleding die meneer Asher als jas draagt?”

“Echt, heeft hij dat geblinddoekt uitgekozen?”

• Lenore of course also curses in dutch.

“AH! Neuken!”

“Wat doet deze klootzak nu?”

“Ik ben deze shit beu.”

• Annabel smokes cigars, but of course has to hide it as women smoking in 1800s and early 1900s was scandalous. You guys seen Brooklyn Nine-Nine? Ya know the scenes with Amy trying to hide her shame cigarettes? Yeah that was what she had going on the entire time she was alive. Lenore is very homo about it. (Thank @likeastars for this one lads)

• Lenore has the alcohol tolerance of like a rhino or something, she’s probably got a bit of nordic ancestry in there somewhere, what do you expect? Same with Berenice and Duke. Annabel however, she’s not exactly a lightweight, she’s English, has pretty decent alcohol tolerance, however, compared to these guys? She’s out. Ada and Will on the other hand? Are absolutely lightweight. First place is a tie between Pluto and Morella for strongest alcohol tolerance. Pluto doesn’t even drink often he’s just from the north.

• Lenore doesn’t get drunk very often on account of her mother’s possible drinking problem and it sometimes reminding her of the effects of ether, every now and again, maybe? But she avoids it most of the time. She’s the designated sober person at most of the misfits parties.

• Theo does not enjoy smoking, he does not like the taste, the feel, or the smell of it. But since it was a thing in the 1800s for gentlemen to smoke and drink together, he has to just awkwardly put up with it, since denying to smoke with someone could be interpreted as not considering them good company, and not wanting to spend time with them. Or not enjoying smoking, could be considered “unmanly”Lenore is trying not to laugh at him as he’s like, resisting the urge to throw up his lungs. 

• Since Annabel apparently DOES NOT ACTUALLY LIKE EARL GREY TEA OR SCONES - (I know I was shocked too). I have decided to her give a sweet tooth and say she prefers sweeter drinks and pastries. Hot chocolate and chocolate croissants or churros kinda gal.

(But those didn’t exist at time- *gunshot* HUSH)

•Modern au! Lenore tries a sip of Annabel’s drink order and gets blasted back Halloween as a kid with the amount of sugar, cream, cinnamon, and chocolate in the thing 

Lenore: Holy- Annabel this is enough sweetness to put someone in a coma! I mean it’s great, but still-

Annabel: It could be worse I could be insane like Prospero and just get a shot of plain, bitter espresso.

Lenore: heh, Fair enough!

Prospero: It’s not my fault you have the taste palette of an 11-year-old, Annabel!

Pluto: I fuckin’ wish you did too! No, seriously I don’t know what he drinks, at this point I’m not even sure it’s espresso! Because I’ve tasted plain espresso, right. It’s just really bitter- I can handle that fine. But i literally will not kiss him after he’s had his morning coffee, because I can still taste it and it. is. shite.

Annabel: HA! 

Prospero: ..Why would you do that?

Pluto: You need to be checked sometimes, love.

• Pluto is a pretty good game for Annabel. She still always wins, of course but Pluto is one of the few people that can manage to make her sometimes switch up her strategies or improvise new ones on the spot.

#nevermore webtoon #lenore vandernacht #annabel lee whitlock #incorrect nevermore quotes #white raven #pluto nevermore #prospero nevermore #Cat n mouse #theo vandernacth #headcanon #headcanons

[sexualtensiongrowing21]

As the Sun Sets // Dreams // Part Four

TW: Physical abuse

Part Five

Theodores POV:

“It is not me. Trust me Scarlet. Besides, I would be a horrible boyfriend.” I chuckled lightly. Ever since I was pulled off of Adrian while he was getting ready to leave the train last year, Pansy has known it’s Scarlet, who I love. 

Scarlet was nestled beside me to fight the cold. I can feel the warmth of her blanket through my robes. 

“Any girl would be lucky to call you their boyfriend, you're a great guy. Even if you don't think so. I have met a lot of terrible guys. You, Theodore Nott, are not one of them. You're one of the good ones.” she says grabbing my hand. 

Fuck are her hands soft. Don’t stop touching me please. I can't stop the blush that creep to my face. Gods, the scent of Honey, Earl Grey and Vanilla are overflowing my scenes. When she lets go, my hand immediately gets cold from the loss of contact.  

All of a sudden she is leaning over me. Fuck. Her breasts are grazing over my cock. All of my blood rushes to my dick, I'm starting to feel myself strain in my pants. Keep it cool Theo. I tell myself, casually wrapping my cloak around myself. 

As soon as she sits back up, she’s smiling at me and I feel as though cold water is dumped on me. 

Burn marks all over her arm. Some older, some newer. Cuts riddled her long honey toned legs. Is that the word ‘pathetic’ scared over the top of her thigh? 

Occluding just like she taught me, I turn away quickly and look out at the water. 

I can hear her talking but I can’t stop thinking about who would do this to her? Did she do it to herself? “I have heard that you fancy someone as well. Are you gonna tell me who this time? You must know they need my approval to date my Theodore.” She bumps into my shoulder prayerfully.

I wondered if she would hurt herself like this. Intentionally write that into herself… But she wouldn't do that… My scarlet would never hurt herself intentionally. So who would? My jaw and fits clenching at the thought that maybe it was because of Adrian. 

“Hey, I’m sorry Theo. I was just joking. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.” Her words snap me out of my thoughts. Oh bloody hell Theo you're making her apologize. She doesn’t need to apologize for anything. You’re making her sad. She was trying to joke around and you're freezing up.

I need to leave. I have to figure out who did this. I have to leave before I start getting angry. Who is making her feel this way?

Getting up I wipe the grass off my trousers and start to leave. But before I leave she has to kno

“You’re not pathetic Scarlet.” I whisper so quietly that hopefully she didn’t hear me. Looking at her beautiful face then down to the scars that riddle her body, instantly I see her eyes change from the cloudy green to fully foggy. 

Of course she would occuled. She has covered herself in disillusionment charms for ceric knows how long. The barley there sheen has always caught my eye but I know better than to ask about it. 

Fuck. I feel my heart pounding in my ears as I make my way back to my dorm. Why did I leave her there? She obviously went there to be alone. She didn’t want you there. Stop. She didn’t want you to see her. Stop. She thinks you’re disgusted by what you saw. 

I could never be disgusted by her. She’s beautiful. The way her green eyes sparkle when all her doors are open. The way her blonde hair shines in the sunlight. How when she laughs it's the most contagious laugh I have ever heard. She is perfect to me, and I have loved her since I first met her when we were 11 years old at kings cross. 

Pansy. I have to talk to Pansy. Maybe she will tell me. She can also hopefully get this ridiculous idea out of Scarlet's head that I fancy her. Why would I fancy anyone other than Scarlet? She’s perfect. What if Pansy doesn't know? I mean she has always been disillusioned. Draco? We are best friends, but that is his family.. He wouldn't betray her like that… If he even knew.

Fuck.

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I couldn't sleep at all once I got back to the dorm. Visions of her being tortured in my head. Everytime I close my eyes all I can see is her in pain. Why was that carved into her leg? Where did those burns and cuts come from? Were those the only ones on her? Are there more words carved into her beautiful honey skin? 

I have many matching scars as I saw on her arm all over my body from my father as well. Thankfully I learned healing spells at a young age and was able to heal them all before they were scared. 

But why hadn't Scarlet. If she was scared, how come she didn't heal them? Why let them stay? Maybe she couldn't heal them. Maybe she was forced to keep them. Stop. I need to talk to Pansy.

Walking to breakfast I spot her just a few feet ahead of me. She looks better than last night. Not that she didn't look good last night. Just that she looks lighter, happier. Arm in arm with Pansy. Scars clearly disillusioned. 

Breakfast was the same as always. Pansy doing her nails, talking about the upcoming halloween dance with Scarlet. Draco and Blaise doing a mediocre job at acting friendly while including Adrian in their conversation about quidditch practice last night. 

Then I see Adrian’s hand go under the table to rest on Scarlet’s thigh. My jaw clenches. The thigh with that word carved into her. I see her face flinch at the contact but just for a moment before she occludes a little more and settles back into smiling and chatting with Pansy.

Picking at my eggs and toast I hear Pansy is trying to get my attention 

“Who are you taking to the dance Theo?” Everyone is looking at me now. Snapping back on my classic Theo personality. I drawl “Maybe I’ll ask patil to go.” Looking for the twin across a sea of people eating breakfast. Patil and I have been friends for about a year now. Hooking up occasionally but nothing serious.

“I haven’t thought about the dance too much actually.” And if I'm being honest. I was going to ask Scarlet but now that she is with Adrian again I don’t know. “Well Scarlet and I are going to be an Angle and a Devil.” Pansy exclaims grinning wildly. 

“Well obviously you will be a Devil Pans because you’re such a bit-“ Blaise was cut short with what I assume to be a kick to the shin from under the table. “Point made” Blaise mumbled under his breath rubbing his shin under the table.

Pansy continued “What will the rest of you be? I know Adrian is going to be an angel as well so he can match Scar.” Pansys voice grew quiet towards the end leaving a distasteful look on her face.

“And because she is my Angel.” He says placing a kiss on top of her head. 

“Pans I don’t think I am even going to go. Dressing up is rather childish don’t you think? Plus I have better things to do than hang around a bunch of people who I despise..” Draco argues from beside me.

“Well you’ve been a party pooper all year, so I expect nothing less from you” Pansy said matter of factly “Theo, Blaise? What will you be? If you don't choose anything I will just have you escort me."

"Yeah, yeah that’s fine Pans” Blaise waves his hand in a motion to indicate he doesn’t care. “Sounds great, Pans, maybe I will find my own little devil to take back to my dorm  with me” I say while raising my eyes seductively.  

With all of us walking to class Scarlet hasn't talked to or looked my way once. I tried to get her attention throughout the day but it's all been short. “Thank you Theo.” “No thank you.” “See you later Theo.” If she was trying to act like nothing happened, not talking to me at all or as usual, isn't normal. She is my best friend.  ——————————————————————————————————

After classes are done for the day I make my way through the door of Pansy and Scarlets dorm. I am immediately hit with the smell of vanilla and earl gray. Pansy is fussing over two red dresses on her bed. Different shades of red. One darker than the other. One lighter in color with sparkles and strapless. 

“Oh good you’re here!” Pansy exclaims with a clap of her hands. “I need your help deciding which dress to wear. This one?” Flicking her wand she puts on the first dress. Short, sparkly and strapless. And the second. Darker, one shoulder and also extremely short.

“I would definitely shag you in that first one” I say with a flop onto her bed. “First one it is!” Flicking her wand back to her peach satin pajamas.

“So Theo boy. What can I do for you?” She says coming to sit on the opposite end of the bed. “And hexing Adrian is not an option. Though I have been really considering it lately.”

 “No hexing as of yet Pans. But maybe later.” I smirk. “I came to talk to you about Scarlet… Ha-“ I was cut off with a groan from the raven haired girl I call my friend. “Theo, listen. I love you, I do. But I cannot listen to you whine about her and Adrian anymore.”

Rolling my eyes “I do NOT whine about her…” Pansy has known about me being in love with Scarlet since 4th year. She caught me beating the piss out of Seamus Finnigan for talking about how much of an annoying swot Scarlet is and caught on even more when I threatened to Crucio Adrian once we found out he was cheating on her.  

“The other night she said she had a nightmare.. She looked awful Pans..” Pansy looking sad nods her head. “She gets them every now and then. Quite terrible honestly. Screaming, crying. I often have to hold her down to stop her convulsions.” Horror was written all over my face. 

“Who are these nightmares about Pans? Has she told you?” I don't understand. She has never mentioned having such extreme nightmares. Trying to think back on anything that could have hinted to such nightmares, I come up with nothing. 

“Her father… But I don't know anything else about them other than what she yells in her sleep. I have tried to ask but she just makes something up. Being late for her O.W.L.S or failing them. Nothing that would make her freak out the way I’ve seen.” She looks over at Scarlet's bed. 

“What does she yell in her sleep Pans?” I question quieter than I intended. 

Pansy hesitates for a moment. “‘Please stop’ ‘I can't take anymore’. I don't know what’s going on in those nightmares… But it's always the same. She screams as if she is being tortured, then she goes to the bathroom and will come back out like nothing happened. Won’t talk about it or tell me anything.” 

Nodding my head in understanding,I stand up, kiss pansy on the top of her head. 

Her father? She’s only ever told us that he’s an auror for the French ministry. And that she spends most of her time with the Malfoys because he's away often on missions… None of this makes any sense, and I cent help the thought that maybe she is hiding more.

#ao3 fanfic #theodore nott x theo #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott x reader #theo nott #theo nott fanfiction #slytherin boys #theodore nott #theo nott smut #theo nott x reader #wattpad #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson

[spindlesaurus-rex]

Eothiriel murder mystery au mark 2

Because @konartiste asked!!

After the Funeral

It was, in the end, a beautiful day. The sun was strong for September and the air was warm. The beech trees in the garden of the graveyard of Meduseld’s parsonage gently waved and light fell through them, dappled and surprised, onto the neatly trimmed verges that were as they had ever been. The blackbirds were singing, ready for the autumn glut in the hedges and ditches, bright and clear in the morning air. It was an English morning, pure and true. And Uncle Theo was still fucking dead. 

Eomer Eadig, Earl of Meduseld, and just plain Eddie to his friends was currently attempting, in his own way, to square up to that fact. He stood by the fresh earth of the grave, alone, and tried to find some sort of meaning in it all. He did not succeed. All he saw, instead, was the earth that covered his uncle’s body and the neighbouring plot that held his cousin and no rhyme or reason for why he still stood there at all. 

He wondered just how much Wynnie would resent him if he took the bike and left. Just drove out of the grounds and down, away from all the sober suited people who must still be milling about the chapel grounds or starting up the vast lawn and through the yew walk to the house. His house. Damnit, he didn’t want the thing. Besides, that manicured thing that George the gardener called a lawn wasn’t the way to come upon the house anyway. To see it properly you needed to go via the meadows instead, wild grass in the wind, tramp down the path that wound from the hill and trip down those final steep steps until you came upon the roof below you, blinding in the sun. The wildflowers would be out, purple mallow bright against the green and yellow of the long grasses. 

How hideous it was to love something so fiercely, he thought, and be so afraid of loving it at the same time. From behind him came a little cough. 

“They’re starting to head up, old chap. Wyn’s in the lead, so they’ll be alright for a while, but I promised I would come and tell you.” 

Imrahil, master of the neighbouring Amroth Hall, stood tall and unbent. His hair was beginning to grey, silvering his temples and his clipped sharp beard. It lent him an oddly roguish air, as if one could ever forget that he had spent his youth running about in rigging. Eomer loved him fiercely, and had since childhood, having spent the best and earliest days of it running around Imrahil’s home and his own. Neighbouring was a stupid word for it, it took the better part of three hours to ride from one to the other and by the time you had the vistas changed from rolling ranging hills to the sharper cliffs of the sea, but neighbours they were. Imrahil had been staying at Meduseld for the week, helping everywhere. The idea of him leaving this afternoon, of all of those people who only a moment ago he had resented leaving him alone in that great big house without Theo or his Uncle suddenly threatened to bend him in two and he pulled air sharply into his lungs to say something, anything but the words wouldn’t come and he staggered slightly. Imrahil put out an arm. Steadied him. The sun fell brightly still through the trees and, for just a moment, Eomer wept. 

The breeze stirred the leaves above them. Eomer passed a hand over his eyes. Imrahil squeezed his shoulder and he straightened, turned to face his dear friend. “You know I’ve told Wyn to go?” he asked softly, gesturing at the path ahead of them.  

“She’s worried about leaving you.” Imrahil matched his stride, knocking his shoulder against Eomer’s as they left the churchyard and headed into the sunshine. “And I can’t say that I blame her. I don’t like the thought of you rattling around in Meduseld just now on your own. You know you’re welcome with us, don’t you? For as long as you like? Alfie would love it above all, you’re my grandson’s favourite as we all know, and -” He broke off. Eomer was smiling at him, softly, but shaking his head nonetheless. For a while, neither of them spoke. The birds sung still in the hedges about them and the yew walk came into view. Finally, Eomer cleared his throat. 

“I can’t. He trusted me to do this. I have to begin it.” 

Imrahil sighed beside him. “We’ll stay, if you like, as long as you want. Or simply ride over. You can or we will. Hell, I doubt you’ll be able to stop Lola -”

“Lothiriel? Your Lothiriel? Little Lola? I thought she was still in Paris?” Eomer did not try to hide his surprise. He hadn’t seen Imrahil’s youngest child, his only daughter, for some time. She had been in some theatrical or something her brothers had dreamed up, a last hurrah before she went off to school. He remembered her collar, starched and wide and white against the navy of her dress, and how she blushed when they all applauded, pleased with herself. She had blushed, too, when he had kissed her hand in a show of appreciation meant more to make her brothers laugh than to please her. Yet he had been fond of her. She and Wyn, when they could, would sneak away from any governess and join him and the brothers, Amrothos always so brash and Erchirion always so cunning and Elphir trying to keep them all from anything too dreadful, and all of them roving the hills with grass-seed in their boots and plans packed in their bags alongside the ginger beer. Lola and Wyn had never turned from a thing, giddy alongside them. He hadn’t thought to age her in his mind and, for an absurd moment, he imagined her riding over on the pony she had had then, collar flapping. 

Imrahil laughed. “I wouldn’t recommend calling her Little Lola to her face, old thing. I think she’d likely take a parisian heel to your tenderest toe! She tried to make it back for today, of course, but her train was delayed in London. She’ll be here soon, I shouldn’t wonder. Telephoned from the hotel this morning to say she’d buy a car if she had to. She was very fond of your Uncle and - well, she wanted to be here. So she’ll be down and around and about in the shire. I’ll need you to keep her out of trouble, I shouldn’t wonder” 

They had almost made it within sight of the party. Already Eomer could hear the voices, the bubble of polite chatter. Within moments he would be back amidst the thick of other people’s grief and there would be right things to be said and done and thought. He paused, and Imrahil, catching his movement, paused too. 

“She isn’t going back?” He asked. “To Paris? To school?” 

Imrahil laughed again. “School?” he fixed Eomer with a questioning look “She’s twenty two, Eomer. She’s been done with school for some time. She took a degree and has been keeping my sister company. But now Irviniel is coming back and Lola claims Paris has delighted her long enough. Even if it hadn’t been for this, she would have come back over with Ivy in a month.” 

“I can’t think of her as twenty-two, I don’t think” Eomer confessed softly and Imhrail snorted as they resumed their steps. 

“Imagine being her damn father,” he muttered and together they rounded the corner and came upon the rest of the funeral. 

#my writing #fanfic #lotr #lord of the rings #eomer #lothiriel #au #inspired by agatha christie #my beloved #jeans wips

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Theodon (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Theo by the others

The Black Prince by the people of Olympius

Age- 15 (immortal)

Location- The Underworld

Personality- He's an intelligent young man with a nihilistic sense of humor. Far mature than his years he's comfortably introverted (but doesn't actively avoid people), mysterious, brutally honest, & non judgemental.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of uncertainty, reality, & fate his other powers/abilities include limited umbrakinesis, inducing the feeling of confusion or uncertainty in others, chronokinesis (not on par with his mother, but still quite powerful), reality manipulation, psychometry, and is able to communicate with his mother's sacred animal- the snake.

Theo lives in the Underworld with his mother Ananke (goddess of inevitability, compulsion, & neccessity). His bedroom has a dark academia aesthetic with the color scheme being forest green, gold, cobalt, silver, and black. Many of his own original artwork & sketches cover the walls as well as renaissance paintings and posters of his favorite movies & musical acts. He also owns an antique record player (which he bought from Hades). There's also a bookshelf (built from obsidian) filled with many books, including pristine leather bound first editions. Theo owns a pet- a dragon with pale silver-green scales named Amaris (who's usually his mode of transportation). Sometimes he likes to help out in his mother's herpetarium.

There's never a shortage of black liquid eyeliner, statement rings, & dark nail polish for him!

A notable feature of Theo is his impressive height. At the age of fifteen, he slightly towers over Ananke at 6''3!

A go-to drink for him is roast coffee with just a bit of sugar. He also enjoys earl grey tea, beer, lavender tea, dark cherry cola, and taro bubble tea.

Theo is currently on break from school. The schoolmates he hangs out with the most include Koalemos (god of foolishness), Dysnomia (goddess of anarchy & lawlessness), Cedalion (Lio) (demi-god of smithing ore), & Telesphorus (Rusty) (god of rehabilitation). Outside of school he's close and hangs out with Ascalaphus, son of Acheron (Titan god of pain).

At school it's well known of his high grades in AP Philosophy, AP Calculus, and Underworld Studies. Theo's even taking a few classes at the University like quantum physics, astronomy, & engineering!

He can play the lyre and piano.

His favorite treat to get from The Bread Box is a small mushroom soup.

Theo is currently being mentored by Lachesis (one of The Moirai who's known as "the allotter.") He already knew that this would be the case of course! He's enthralled so far in his mentorship- even getting a brief look at the process of making lifethread! There was a time when Theo had a crush on her, having a few wet dreams after coming across a black and white nude portrait of Lachesis- her signature bouffant and long loose curls & sharp winged eyeliner.

He smokes cigarettes and a bit of pot. Ascalaphus once gifted him a Stygian Iron bong!

He's also fluent in Old Greek, Latin, French, & Minoan.

Theo is looking forward to his induction ceremony, especially since he knows that Achlys will do his tattoos!

Theo is undecided about the feelings he has towards another schoolmate Heimarmene (Marnie) (goddess of shared fate). Aside from a brief interaction on the steps of the University during a particularly rainy day, they don't really socialize. At school, he'll often find himself staring at her or vice versa. He's had more than a few visions of them both making out.

His favorite dessert from Hollyhock's Bakery is the espresso chocolate cheesecake.

Some of his favorite musical acts to listen to include Pale Blu, Blood in the Water, Death Theater, and Discordic Harmony.

In the pantheon Theo greatly admires Hades, Erebus (god of darkness), Moros (god of doom), Momus (god of mockery, satire, & ridicule); loves watching The Agnostic Network, Hecate (goddess of magic & witchcraft), Nemesis (goddess of retribution); who he also used to have a crush on, Favian (god of philosophy); has a signed harcover & paperback copy of every book he's published, and Keres (goddess of violent death).

He has even dog sat Cerberus a handful of times!

Theo has a complicated relationship with his mother. On one hand he admires her intelligence & respects the fact that she's taking responsibility when it comes to handling her mental illness and how she treats him like a mature young adult, but on the the other hand, he sometimes wishes that Ananke was the kind of mom that asked how his day was or made a home cooked meal or volunteered spending time together. For the longest time as a kid, Theo thought that Acantha, a lampade who works for Ananke, was his actual mom instead of being a glorified nanny! The two of them still have a pretty close relationship! There used to be times when Theo was the mediator between Acantha & his mom every time she'd have a violent outburst. In a weird way, he does know that his mother loves him.

His all time favorite meal (which Acantha makes) is a filet mignon (well done) served with sauteed mushrooms, blackened asparagus, & garlic mashed potatoes.

His all time favorite movie is Blooddancer! He remembers going along with Ascalaphus to the premier at the Agesilaos Theater in the Underworld!

In his free time Theo enjoys calligraphy, ink painting, skateboarding, reading, writing poetry, listening to music, drawing, pottery, playing video games, chess, lava surfing, poker, and basketball.

"A brutal reality is always better than a sweet deception."

#my oc #oc character #my character #my oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek gods

[scattermeamongthestars]

Tag 9 People you want to get to know better!

I was tagged by @fiendishfyre. ☺️

Three Ships: Druna (Draco/Luna), Snarcissa (Snape/Narcissa) and Theo/Neville

First Ship: Dramione was my first, I think… I really liked Draco and thought I was like Hermione, so it was some sort of hope for wish fulfillment.

Last Song: God Gave Me You, by Blake Shelton.

Last Movie: Forrest Gump (my millionth rewatch)

Currently Reading: Spare, by Prince Harry. I’m about 70% through it. Next on tap is Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo.

Currently Watching: Dead to Me on Netflix. It’s brilliant.

Currently Drinking: Tea! Earl grey to be specific.

Currently Craving: Oranges.

Tagging the usual suspects since I don’t have many followers… (and I know it’s not 9, but…oh well lol). No pressure if you don’t want to do it!

@maria-de-salinas @bunny-bopper @marshmallowmcgonagall @ashesandhackles @the-francakes

#tag games #get to know me #I enjoy these #hp rare pair #hp fanfic #fandom friends

[vaskadenisov]

one of the things i failed to consider world-building wise is val owning a tea shop and never thinking about what everyone drinks. here, there in, is a list:

val: earl grey w/ lavender & rose + milk, no sugar

misha: lapsang souchong + honey + a bit of whatever's in his flask

theo: jasmine + whatever baked good is in the shop

ezra: coffee, but will share a pot of chamomile tea w/ val in the evenings

jude: black tea + a dash of milk + two sugars

vera: first flush darjeeling

rachel: a big pot of oolong

rosa: will drink whatever keeps her awake

sigal: hates tea &coffee, so hot chocolate + grand marnier + whipped cream

isaac: oversteeped black tea w/ too much sugar + goes cold on the counter

#this came out of thinking about val sitting in the shop drinking tea w dov while misha and ezra putter around in the back making coffee #essentially a moment of calm before the nye debacle #misha is the prefers coffee to tea kinda guy bc tea is associated w/ all his pre-war/oleg memories #sigal's is a bit ooc but i'm just thinking......she doesn't really indulge too much in anything else....let her have this #isaac is just....Chaos #hermann not listed but something fruity and sweet and blah #dybbuk

[accio-peach]

theo x hermione 

tw: none, just a tad fluffy. 

a/n: this is an excerpt from a story i am posting on wattpad. 

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“Oolong, please. Plain. Medium,” a polite smile painted Hermione’s lips as she dug her hand into her satchel for her muggle money.

“Plain? How dull, Granger.”

Hermione rolled her eyes at the voice of the only Theodore Nott. 

“Hello, Nott,” she spoke in a bored tone. 

“Earl Grey, darling. two sugar, a bit of cream if you could. Medium.”

The cashier grinned and nodded. Theo handed over money and spoke quickly, “Keep the change, doll.”

Hermione felt like her eyes may permanently live in the back of her skull as she walked away from the counter. “Doll?” 

“Jealous, Granger?”

“Not in the slightest.”

Theo followed closely behind and reached for a few packets of honey, sliding it across the counter to her hand. “Such a bitter woman. You just need your honey in the morning to pep you up,” he grinned ear to ear. 

Hermione found his gaze and gave a soft smile back. “Watching me, Nott?”

“Simply observant, Granger.”

Hermione felt a familiar skip in her chest followed by a notch in her throat that felt impossible to swallow. She was first to break the gaze with the call of their tea. She swiftly retrieved hers and walked to the door. 

Theo caught up to open the door. “One would begin to think you are trying to avoid me, Hermione. Or possibly, you are beginning to like me quite a bit and feel a tad overwhelmed and so you’re pushing away.” 

Hermione scoffed as she walked out the door, “Preposterous. Absolute rubbish, Nott. Took too many bludgers to the head.”

“Quite terrible at the sport actually,” he snickered. Theo reached out and grabbed onto Hermione’s upper arm, turning her to face him. “Why are you so terrified? I am not so scary as I appear I promise,” he grinned, but she watched as it quickly disappeared. “I know I wasn’t on the best side at the end, but I have done a lot to fix that.”

“Like buy me tea?” Hermione spat. 

“Tea was my,” he paused as a red color swarmed his cheekbones. “It was my way of flirting I suppose. I have done more in the way of charities, help rebuild the school,” he explained. 

Hermione blushed in slight embarrassment. 

“And I’m a professor. Teach dark arts—go figure,” he grinned. 

She scrunched her nose, “You’re a professor, but come and get tea in London?”

Theo let his hand travel down her arm to her hand where he held it. “Our coffee ‘bump ins’ began over the summer holiday. I enjoyed it. Didn’t want you to meet another bloke so every morning I floo here from a Diagon.”

Her heart pounded in her ears and her breathing halted abruptly. “Why me? You made fun of my hair and teeth and--”

“There are not enough apologies in the world for me to say, but I am determined to show you everything I like about you. If it is any consolation, I do enjoy your hair now and you got your teeth fixed so no need to worry ab--”

Hermione swatted his arm as he laughed.

“You are right, git, Theo.”

He smirked, “I like the way your voice sounds when it says my name.”

#Theodore Nott #theo nott #theo #nott #theo x hermione #hermione #hermione granger #harry potter #fanfic #peach’s fics #fluff #fanfiction #wattpad #the ones we miss #quidditch #tea

[dollycas]

Murder in the Tea Leaves (A Tea Shop Mystery) by Laura Childs #Review / #Giveaway - Great Escapes Book Tour @BerkleyMystery

Murder in the Tea Leaves (A Tea Shop Mystery) by Laura Childs About Murder in the Tea Leaves Murder in the Tea Leaves (A Tea Shop Mystery) Cozy Mystery 27th in Series Setting - South Carolina Publisher ‏ : ‎ Berkley (March 5, 2024) Hardcover ‏ : ‎ 304 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 0593200985 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-0593200988 Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0C777ZCXN It’s Lights, Action, Murder as tea maven Theodosia Browning scrambles for clues in this latest installment of the New York Times bestselling series. When Theodosia Browning reads the tea leaves on the set of the movie, Dark Fortunes, things go from spooky to worse. Lights are dimmed, the camera rolls, and red hot sparks fly as the film’s director is murdered in a tricky electrical accident. Or was it an accident? Though the cast and crew are stunned beyond belief, nobody admits to seeing a thing. And when Theodosia’s friend, Delaine, becomes the prime suspect, Theodosia begins her own shadow investigation. But who among this Hollywood cast and crew had murder on their mind? The screenwriter is a self-centered pothead, the leading actress is trying to wiggle out of her contract, the brand new director seems indifferent, and nobody trusts the slippery-when-dry Hollywood agent. Between hosting a Breakfast at Tiffany’s Tea, a Poetry Tea, and trying to launch her own chocolate line, Theodosia doggedly hunts down clues and explores the seemingly haunted Brittlebank Manor where the murder took place. And just when she’s ready to pounce, a Charleston Film Board member is also murdered, throwing everything into total disarray. But this clever killer will go to any lengths to hide his misdeeds as Theodosia soon finds out when she and her tea sommelier, Drayton, get caught up in a dangerous stakeout. INCLUDES DELICIOUS RECIPES AND TEA TIME TIPS! Dollycas's Thoughts Theodosia Browning's Indigo Tea Shop is hopping hosting their regular customers but also hosting special teas like a Poetry Tea and a Breakfast at Tiffany’s Tea.  The shop has also been hired to cater the craft services for the spooky movie set of Dark Fortunes. Theodosia even gets in on the action when she steps in to read tea leaves as a fortune teller. But her acting career comes to an abrupt halt when the lights go out and electrical sparks fly as the film's director is killed. Was it a freaky accident? or was it murder? The cast and crew are shocked but claim to have seen nothing because the lights were out. When the death is ruled a homicide and Theodosia's friend, Delaine finds herself at the top of the list of suspects Theodosia starts an investigation of her own. Then the killer strikes again and Drayton and Theodosia find themselves hot on their trail. They need to catch the killer before the tables are turned and they are fighting for their own lives. ______ I enjoy getting back to historic Charleston, South Carolina, to catch up with Theodosia, Drayton, Haley, Miss Dimple, Riley, Detective Tidwell, Delaine, and the lovable Dallbrador, Earl Grey. The characters Ms. Childs has created are so engaging and aside from chasing down killers feel very true to life. Even after so many close brushes with death, Theo is always ready for anything and she usually has Drayton right by her side trying to talk her out of her latest scheme to catch a killer. Haley, Miss Dimple, and now Haley's cousin Beth Ann handle the tea shop while Drayton and Theo follow the clues. Riley isn't happy when Theo gets involved but he is never going to change her. Earl Grey is quite a dog and will protect his person in any way he can. I love the way the author sets a scene. Her descriptions create vivid pictures. The movie was being filmed in "dilapidated" supposedly haunted Brittlebank Manor. Theodosia just has to check the place out from top to bottom to see if the legends about the place are true and readers get to see things through her eyes. She also describes Deliane's goofy fashion show, all the fabulous special teas including the decor, teas, food, and at the Breakfast at Tiffany’s Tea what everyone is wearing. We travel along on her runs and walks through the city with Earl Grey and to her and Drayton's homes. We also get to tag along as she tries to solve a murder or two. It is so easy to escape to all these places in the pages of this story. Theodosia has a knack for questioning people in her quest to get to the truth. She also has a way are getting herself and Drayton in some situations that can quickly turn deadly.  Ms. Childs has written a mystery with many twists and turns and what turns out to be a surprising motive. A motive Theo starts to put together a little too late but it leads up to an exhilarating and at points hilarious chase and an even funnier takedown. The ending was a little abrupt but there were no loose strings. Book 27, Murder in the Tea Leaves is a hit! I was completely entertained from beginning to end and even a little breathless after the last few pages. Bring on Book 28, Peach Tea Smash, has a release date of August 6, 2024! I can't wait! You will find Murder in the Tea Leaves on my Best Reads of 2024. Your Escape Into A Good Book Travel Agent About Laura Childs Laura Childs is the New York Times bestselling author of the Tea Shop Mysteries, Scrapbook Mysteries, and Cackleberry Club Mysteries. In her previous life she was CEO/Creative Director of her own marketing firm and authored several screenplays. She is married to a professor of Chinese art history, loves to travel, rides horses, enjoys fundraising for various non-profits, and has two Chinese Shar-Pei dogs. Laura specializes in cozy mysteries that have the pace of a thriller (a thrillzy!) Her three series are: The Tea Shop Mysteries – set in the historic district of Charleston and featuring Theodosia Browning, owner of the Indigo Tea Shop. Theodosia is a savvy entrepreneur, and pet mom to service dog Earl Grey. She’s also an intelligent, focused amateur sleuth who doesn’t rely on coincidences or inept police work to solve crimes. This charming series is highly atmospheric and rife with the history and mystery that is Charleston. The Scrapbooking Mysteries – a slightly edgier series that takes place in New Orleans. The main character, Carmela, owns Memory Mine scrapbooking shop in the French Quarter and is forever getting into trouble with her friend, Ava, who owns the Juju Voodoo shop. New Orleans’ spooky above-ground cemeteries, jazz clubs, bayous, and Mardi Gras madness make their presence known here! The Cackleberry Club Mysteries – set in Kindred, a fictional town in the Midwest. In a rehabbed Spur station, Suzanne, Toni, and Petra, three semi-desperate, forty-plus women have launched the Cackleberry Club. Eggs are the morning specialty here and this cozy cafe even offers a book nook and yarn shop. Business is good but murder could lead to the cafe’s undoing! This series offers recipes, knitting, cake decorating, and a dash of spirituality. Laura’s Links:   Website –  Facebook  Purchase Links – Amazon – B&N – Kobo – Bookshop.org – PenguinRandomHouse   The Rest of the Series Coming August 6, 2024 The Scrapbooking Mysteries The Cackleberry Club Series Click on the covers for more information or to order by Amazon. TOUR PARTICIPANTS - Please visit all the stops. 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[nottinghillhq]

welcome to notting hill heather, manes and elaine, we’re super excited to have you here, you’ve got twenty-four hours to send in your account!

⸻  EMILIA CLARKE. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of WALKING ON SUNSHINE by katrina and the waves, well, it describes AOIFE DOYLE to a tee! the thirty-five year old, and STREET PERFORMER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more loud or more IMAGINATIVE instead? anyway, they remind me of hanging out in tube stations with a violin, mismatched outfits, a freezer full of cookie dough ice-cream, walking her cat on a lead and the scent of strawberries, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ HEATHER ]  ( filling theo’s half sibling connection. )

⸻  ANTHONY KEYVAN. HE/HIM / have you ever heard of DREAM WEAVER by gary wright, well, it describes GABRIEL ‘GABE’ AMIRI to a tee! the twenty-two year old, and POTTERY INSTRUCTOR AT COME CLAY WITH US/STUDENT was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE is more dramatic or more LOYAL instead? anyway, they remind me of a notebook full of random lists, paint splattered clothes, dancing the night away, sipping a cup of earl grey, and comfy joggers and sweatshirts, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ HEATHER ] 

⸻  FELIX MALLARD. HE/HIM / have you ever heard of SENSITIVE GUY by mcbusted, well, it describes JADEN LAPOINTE to a tee! the twenty six year old, and BASKETBALL COACH FOR CHILDREN WITH DISABILITIES  was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE is more immature or more NERDY instead? anyway, they remind me of 3D glasses, blue raspberry slushies, flickering VHS tapes, paint-speckled tarmac and faded vintage t-shirts, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ MANES / THEY+SHE / 24 / GMT ] 

ALISHA BOE . SHE/HER / have you ever heard of CANDY by the robbie williams, well, it describes JUNIPER LAPOINTE to a tee! the twenty six year old, and NAIL TECHNICIAN was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more childish or more CAREFREE instead? anyway, they remind me of half smoked joints, crocheted tops, flowery nail decals, and tarot cards, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ ELAINE  ]

#nottinghillaccepted

[charmeperfume]

Cam Bergamot là một loại quả nhỏ, thuộc Chi cam chanh, được trồng trên cây nhỏ, thường được gọi là bergamot. Đây là giống chạy được lai giữa cây chanh xanh và cam Seville hoặc bưởi. Bergamot được sản xuất giới hạn ở khu vực ven biển tỉnh Reggio Calabria, miền Nam nước Ý, nơi mà mà điều kiện đất và khí hậu đều rất thuận lợi cho quá trình canh tác. Bergamot được đặt theo tên của thành phố Bergamo của Ý, nơi mà tinh dầu của bergamot lần đầu tiên được bán ra, và từ đó bergamot trở thành biểu thượng cho khu vực và thành phố đó. Loại quả này không ăn được và chủ yếu trồng để chiết xuất tinh dầu. Tinh dầu bergamot chiết xuất lấy từ những quả chính và được dùng để tinh chế các loại nước hoa từ hương thơm ngọt ngào của nó. Bergamot được sử dụng trong lĩnh vực hương liệu, ví dụ như  trà Earl Grey , được dùng trong điều trị trầm cảm và trợ giúp cho hệ tiêu hóa. Mùi hương của bergamot là hương trái cây ngọt ngào cộng với một chút cay nhẹ. Tinh dầu bergamot được dùng chủ yếu để sản xuất nước hoa cho cả nam và nữ. Nó là một thành phần của bản gốc Eau de Cologne phát triển ở Đức vào thế kỉ 17, và ngày nay được sử dụng với tỉ lệ khác nhau ở hầu hết các loại  nước hoa. Những dạng nước hoa gọi là Chypre và  Fougère sẽ không thể nổi tiếng nếu thiếu tinh dầu bergamot.  Bài viết liên quan        

[hellogoodonpaper]

Was so happy Theo’s baseball tournament was in San Francisco because it was right across the street from @janethebakery 🖤 Stuffed myself silly, got some extras to take home, and also had one of the best pasties of my life, an Earl Grey Kouign Amann. #omg (at Jane the Bakery) https://www.instagram.com/p/CezS-phvqzk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#omg

[oquaacom]

[Homemade] Giant Earl Grey cream puffs with vanilla whipped ganache and ruby-rose namelaka. via /r/food https://ift.tt/cnap8rd http://oquaa.com Ô QUÀ chia sẻ nó cho bạn. Hy vọng bạn có thể làm những món ngon cho gia đình. Quà tặng doanh nghiệp, áo thun đồng phục; các sản phẩm in ấn, khắc thêu theo yêu cầu cho các công ty kinh doanh thực phẩm.

#food #thực phẩm #thức ăn #ăn uống #oquaa

[earlgreydream]

angry.

| theo nott x reader | smut | fluff |

anon requested. Theo’s had a long stressful day and is rougher and maybe aftercare & the morning after he was rough with her and she’s trying to reassure him that she’s all good and maybe lead to some soft smut

cw: spanking, d/s, rough sex

“Don’t be angry.”

“Fuck you, Malfoy,” Theo spat at his best friend.

You looked up, shocked to hear the hateful words from your typically sweet boyfriend.

“I’ve had the worst fucking day and you keep being a prat and irritating me!”

“Makers, Nott, take a breath,” Zabini scoffed, earning a wicked glare.

“You got me in trouble in astronomy, you ass. Best shut your mouth, Zabini.”

Theo slammed his textbook shut and rose from the table, his chair clattering backwards with a loud noise.

His cloak brushed the wooden steps as he went to his dorm, too frustrated to deal with his friends’ badgering.

You sighed, stacking his books with yours, feeling bad for him. He’d had a terrible day, after a bad week, and his temper was understandable.

“What’s up his ass?”

“Leave him alone. He’s just had a bad day. Be kind to Teddy, please,” you answered Draco, who immediately looked guilty at your sweetness.

You carried your things up to Theo’s bedroom, planning to console him. You knocked softly on the door before entering, setting everything down on the desk. Theo was draped over his green velvet chair, looking stormy and volatile.

“My love, what can I do?” You asked softly, shedding your cloak and walking up to him.

“Nothing, sweetheart. I’m not upset with you. I never want you to think that,” he said, wrapping his arms around your hips and burying his face in your abdomen.

You could feel the waves of anger and frustration pouring off of him, and you would do anything to console him. A deep sigh escaped your boyfriend, and you felt bad for him. Your fingers stroked through his curls, trying to soothe him.

“What can I do, Teddy?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“You’re not. Would it help to get some of the frustration out?” You peeled away from him, letting your dress drop to the floor. 

��Sweetheart, I can’t be gentle right now,” Theo warned.

“That’s okay. I can take it rough. You can hurt me, Teddy,” you breathed, sinking down onto his lap, wearing just your little cotton panties.

“You’re certain?”

You nodded. Theo hesitated, but he trusted you, knowing you’d never let him use you or take it too far.

“What’s your safeword, sweetheart?”

His strong hands squeezed your thighs, and he gazed up at you, kissing your sternum. 

“Black.”

He stood up, his height towering over yours. You peered up at him, shrinking under his stern gaze. Your wrists were taken in one of his large hands, trapped together and leaving you unable to move.

“Need you to be still while I fuck this tight little cunt,” Theo said, his voice several octaves deeper than before.

You didn’t answer, knowing it was unnecessary at this point. His hand came down hard on your ass, leaving a stinging handprint that had you blinking back moisture.

Your back was on the bed, and your knees bent up to your shoulders, leaving you entirely exposed to him. A squeal left your lips when he smacked your cunt, a force behind the blow that almost had your knees closing.

He tapped the head of his cock against your clit, rubbing through your folds and teasing your entrance. Tears were welled in your eyes now, out of need and arousal.

“Fuck!” You cried, dropping your head on the mattress as he slammed into you all at once. Your body struggled to adapt to the stretch, pain shooting through your abdomen as his hips began snapping at a ruthless pace.

“Keep those dirty words out of your pretty mouth,” Theo hissed, pushing two fingers past your lips to keep you from speaking.

He pressed down on your tongue, causing you to gag around him, making your muscles contract around him. Tears were now staining your cheeks, and you tried to ground yourself by sucking on his fingers, the only part of your body you remained in control of.

A low growl erupted from his chest at the action, and he gripped your thigh hard enough to bruise, slamming into your cunt fast and hard. All the angst and irritation came pouring out of him, channeled into fucking you.

Theo swore, dropping his head forward and emptying himself inside of you. You whined around his fingers still in your mouth, and he tugged them out, dropping his hand to rub your clit.

“Theo,” you cried, the stimulation harsh and rough even as he just meant to get you off. Your body convulsed, coming around him as he rutted his hips into yours. 

You ached, unused to being handled so roughly. Theo slid out of you carefully, breathing hard, but visibly less upset than before. It stung as he pulled out, causing a whimper to escape your lips. 

“Sweetheart,” Theo breathed, brushing the tears off of your cheeks. Worry immediately knit in his brow, and you shook your head, leaning up on shaky arms to kiss him. 

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you promised, even though you ached.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, kissing the space between your eyes.

“Don’t be.” 

“Let me clean you up,” Theo was standing before you could protest, stepping into the ensuite out of your view. 

You laid back against the pillows, trying to catch your breath. Theo breathed another apology when you winced as he tried to clean you up. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rough,” Theo was distraught, horrified by his own roughness he exhibited with you. 

“Theo, my love, I promise that I am alright,” you insisted, and you meant it. 

He slipped soft cotton up your legs, kissing the soft skin on your belly, making you laugh. Theo made sure to be extremely gentle as he helped you into one of his shirts, a touristy tee from one of the American cities he had traveled to. 

“I love you,” Theo whispered, kissing your cheek and putting a glass of water in your hands as he settled behind you. 

“I love you more,” you giggled, snuggling back against his chest and drinking the water while he read aloud from a book. His fingertips gently trailed over your torso under the soft fabric, tracing shapes on your skin as he soothed you to sleep with his low voice. 

.

Theo rolled over in bed, watching you stand on trembling legs. 

“Don’t leave me,” Theo’s beg was soft and pathetic, fearing you were running after he’d been too aggressive. 

“Oh, no, love. I’m just using the loo,” you kissed his forehead before disappearing, leaving him to relax in the bed. 

.

“I feel terrible.”

“You shouldn’t. I’m all good, just a bit sore,” you tried to assure Theo as you crawled back into the warmth of his bed. 

You settled on your side, smiling as he draped your thigh over his. Theo’s hand went to the back of your neck, gently pulling you into a lazy kiss. It quickly turned into a sleepy makeout session, your hands smoothing over the muscles on his abdomen, and his hands under your shirt and the fabric of your underwear, squeezing and palming your bum. 

“I need you,” you breathed against his lips, growing wet and aroused. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll be fine as long as you’re gentle. Please just fuck me.” 

Theo couldn’t deny you when you begged, and he quickly was tugging his boxers down while you stripped beside him. His hand held under your thigh, pulling it up so he could angle himself to fuck you. 

Your forehead rested on his chest as he gently rolled into you, easing the ache between your hips. You exhaled softly, melting into him as he gently thrusted into you at a steady, lazy pace. 

You lowered your hand to gently rub your clit as he fucked you, your other fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth swallowed your tiny, pathetic moans. 

“I want to feel you come around me, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing your cheek and pushing all the way inside of you until your hips connected. 

“Squeeze that pretty pussy. I just want to feel you let go,” he murmured before lightly teasing your nipples, making the pressure dissolve as you orgasmed. 

“Teddy,” you whined, a silent cry catching in your throat as you felt him come all over your inner thighs, making an absolute mess of you. 

You dropped your head down onto his shoulder, murmuring a thanks as he cleaned the two of you up with a simple spell. You resigned yourself to lazing the day away in bed, sleeping and making out, spending time with your soft lover.

#earl grey theo #theo nott #theodore nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott x reader smut #theodore nott x reader fluff #theo nott x reader fluff #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x reader smut #theo nott smut #theo nott fluff #theo nott oneshot #theo nott imagine #golden era #harry potter #female reader

[midnightpixels]

Which team finished first?

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #notsoberry #nsb #nsbgen4 #nsb4 #not so berry #gameplay #maxis match #asher earl grey #Sterling Bjergsen Grey #Elsa Bjergsen #Theo Bjergsen Grey

[attempted--eloquence]

Hello it’s me tossing out shit in my drafts again. I humbly present you a wacky thiam college campus coffee shop ficlet that i wrote sometime last year solely bc i had feelings about alt milk fees <3

CW: brief alcohol mention

Theo is three customers away from the coffee shop register nibbling on the crumbs of what was a banana nut muffin as he considers dropping a class just so he can eat a fucking lunch, for once. Third time this week that his anthro course hasn’t let out early enough to nab a ham and cheese quiche.

By the time he darted across campus, up two sets of stairs, and weaved in and out of a campus tour group, the order line for Stomping Grounds wound its way around the front counter, past the condiment station, and out the propped-open double doors with Theo at the tail end. His hopes for decent sustenance fled the coffee shop lunch rush in the hands of the ungodly patron that found it appropriate to not only buy the last quiche before Theo even made it inside the shop, but also to eat it grasped between their grubby hands like a fucking sandwich.

Absolute animal behavior.

So he settled. Claimed the dead last spot in the queue, after which no one joined presumably because of the egregious wait. Twiddled his thumbs through the twelve minutes it took for him to near the front of the line. Made himself unpleasant enough that the couple of classmates that spotted him idling didn’t stick around long for small talk. Snagged a banana nut muffin from the pastry case that, really, he tried not to eat until making it to the register.

But here, now, after a few more minutes of shuffling forward, the muffin’s been reduced to a few crumbs on the inside of a wrapper. He’s still hungry. And certain to be late to his four-hour neuro lab.

He really could’ve used that fucking quiche.

There’s only one barista on duty. Some disgruntled guy that Theo vaguely recognizes, usually works the closing shift. His face isn’t as twisted up and sullen then. And he usually offers up free leftover pastries and the gritty remnants of whatever’s in the coffee urns half an hour before closing. He’s real decent about letting Theo keep studying after hours while he counts down the register and cleans up, even though Theo’s certain that probably goes against some shop policy. Always locks the doors and sends him off with a genial “Have a nice night.”

But now, he’s got lunch rush fatigue written all over him. A thin sheen of sweat clinging to his forehead, cheeks flushed from espresso machine steam, eyes wide and frantic like he’s rapidly burning through both the patience and caffeine that have fueled his shift. His customer-service-smile has fully inverted into a permanent frown.

It’s contagious. His un-sunny disposition. Theo has witnessed the last five customers—at least—get all huffy about the slow service or the fact that the Earl Grey is out of stock or the lack of napkins at the condiment counter. And the alternative milk surcharge. Especially that.

Theo gets the discontent. Almost a dollar fee. For a different kind of milk. Sounds like the kinda thing they’d debate in his ethics class and come to the same conclusion as they do with all other hotly-discussed topics: yeah, the world’s kinda fucked up in general.

But he’s pretty sure the barista on shift didn’t single-handedly implement the policy—despite the fact that he’s taking all the heat for it—so Theo won’t be a dick about it. Even if he wants to. Just a little. Tracy said he’s gotta work on dismantling his natural air of hostility.

“Hey. What can I get for you.”

It’s less of a question and more of a dread-filled entreaty to hurry up and place an order while there’s a lull in activity.

“A banana nut muffin, and…a large oat milk latte,” Theo says. And just because the guy looks about ready to shove his hand in the coffee grinder, he tacks on a belated, “Please.”

“Sure. $5.90. Oat milk costs 75¢ extra, just so you know,” he replies, bitter-voiced as he jabs buttons on the POS system.

Disgruntled Barista Guy goes stiff at the blank expression on Theo’s face, takes on the demeanor of a preemptive flinch, like he is waiting for something worse than Theo’s shrug, outstretched hand gripping a $10 bill, and, “Yeah, I know. That’s fine.”

Look at him. All unhostile. Tracy would be proud.

“Okay,” he exhales, something like relief. He readjusts the lacrosse-stick-embroidered baseball cap on his head. “I’ll have that up for you in a second, Theo.”

Theo falters. He stuffs his $4.10 in change into the mostly empty tip cup that has FEED ME scribbled on the outside mostly as an apology for not knowing how the hell this guy knows him. Says, “Thanks.”

He squints at the plastic name tag pinned to his apron. Liam. He almost says it aloud, but the window to attach a name onto the end of his halfhearted display of gratitude has closed by the time he has concluded his internal debate about the merit of establishing rapport with someone who’d probably also rather not engage in humdrum small talk. Liam’s got his back to Theo, hunched over his latte cup. The edges of a tattoo peek out from beneath his shirtsleeve.

Ding ding ding. It’s a reminder.

This Liam, lunch rush grump Liam, isn’t just familiar from closing shifts. But from Scott’s potluck at the beginning of the quarter, which was really just a party that happened to have a meager smattering of appetizers to go along with all the alcohol everyone opted to bring.

Theo showed up after most of the snacks were gone but the drinks were plenty. Remembers his half-coherent rambling about wanting a tattoo. Skull with crown. Hazy memories of Liam drawing a sketch of it on his bicep with a silver sharpie. Stiles having to talk Theo out of booking an appointment right then and there and using Liam’s drawing as a reference photo. Right. That night—or, the awful morning after—is the reason he swore off strawberry lemonade Svedka for good.

He’s pretty sure it’s also the source of the one unrecognizable number in his text history. The only message from it was “dont wrory I googled it dude sharpies are nontoxic ook” that probably went unanswered by Theo because he passed out beside the toilet in his bathroom the moment he got back to his apartment.

Huh.

Liam places his drink on the counter with a grin that’s less customer-service-y and more friendly. Says, “See you around.”

Theo retrieves the latte, double-takes. There’s a hasty scrawl of near-illegible words trailing around the circumference of the cup. A ballpoint pen ramble that covers the cup’s surface from top to bottom.

Most of the baristas here draw little doodles on the cups. A smiley face or cartoony mug of coffee with squiggly lines to represent steam. Maybe a “have a nice day!” if they’re feeling particularly chipper.

Not Liam.

Listen, I find the convention of upcharging customers for alternative milks ridiculous and unreasonable considering the vendor prices for these milks are only marginally higher than that of dairy milk so really, non-dairy drinkers are getting scammed for their shitty digestive systems or dietary preferences.

Theo reaches the bottom of the cup. And yet, not the end of the rant, which continues on the drink sleeve Liam had slid across the counter with his order.

Personally, I prefer to upcharge based on how much of an asshole a particular customer is when they order. It’s a much fairer system than capitalism, I think.

There’s an arrow pointing to the other side of the cup sleeve. Theo glances up at Liam, who's got his hands buried in soapy water, washing a sink full of dishes. Real casual like he didn’t just spew his pent-up dairy product industry frustration on an innocent bystander. Theo would be lying if he said he didn’t respect the effort. He flips the sleeve over.

P.S. I didn’t charge you extra for oat milk

P.P.S. Thanks for the tip, you get first pick of stale pastries if you’re here at closing later

Something in Theo’s stomach flutters. Could be butterflies. Or maybe it’s his shitty digestive system.

Half of a person’s caffeine intake is eliminated from the body within six hours of consumption—sometimes neuroscience classes provide more practical knowledge than the redundant lessons on the functionality of the human eyeball—which means his awful caffeine dependence will be in full force soon after his lab ends.

Maybe Theo will swing by the closing shift. Just for the free coffee and stale pastries. That’s all.

#I didn’t realize i had so many nearly-finished mini fics in my drafts that i just abandoned #wrote this before i started posting fic stuff on tumblr n i didn’t want to put it on ao3 so it simply faded into obscurity on my drive #until now! #this was absolutely me just creating a very niche thiam-ized retelling of my own barista experiences akdfskjh #thiam #thiam fic #thiam au

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quad cuddle puddle [tom holland fluff]

➽ pairing: dad!tom holland x fem!reader ➽ word count: 2.5k ➽ summary: tom forgets his birthday, so you and your twin sons help him remember. ➽ warnings: EXTREME FLUFF, dad!tom to boys with super curly hair :,)) ➽ a/n: this entire thing makes me go uwu wow i nEED dad!tom

“‘Morning, Mummy.” 

There was a swift kiss placed on my cheek, accompanied by the smell of Tom’s shampoo, and I watched my husband pick up a mug and hand it to me. “‘Morning, babes,” I mumbled. “You’re up early.” 

“The lads wanted me to make them breakfast before football,” Tom shrugged. “Their eyes got all big and they started pouting; you know how it goes.” 

“And where would the lads be?” I asked, sipping at the warm earl grey in a mug that declared Tom to be the world’s best daddy. 

“Garden,” Tom said. “Running around with Tess.” 

I nodded and placed the tea down, and I captured Tom’s arm in a hug. I sighed heavily, and I whispered, “Let me think. We have a football match today, yes? Anything else?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Tom said, nestling his mouth into my messy hair. 

My heart thrummed. He had forgotten, which was so typical of him. Tom Holland would forget his head if it wasn’t screwed onto his neck. “Silly old bear,” I giggled. “Old, old bear.” 

“Hey,” Tom squeaked. “I’m not that old!”

“Are you sure?” I asked. Just then, I saw Tessa in a blur, rushing past the sliding glass door, quickly followed by Theodore and William. “You’re not forgetting something?” 

“Christ on a cracker, Y/N,” Tom chuckled. “Am I?” 

“I’d say so,” I told him, unwrapping myself from around his arm. “But what exactly?” I turned and stuck my tongue out at him as I walked backwards towards the door, and Tom’s eyebrows knitted together as he mumbled to himself. 

As soon as I opened the door, I heard shouts of “Mummy!” and Tess’s baying at my entrance. Tom and I had just started dating when he got Tess and all of the Hollands said that I was her true owner, more so than Tom. She always came running to me with tail wagging and drool dripping. My boys weren’t much different in their greetings. 

I kneeled to the ground and was tackled by a 40 pound boy. Theodore was the oldest twin, but he was still über attached to me. A lot of other boys at school and football were starting to shed their mothers, but my Theo was always at my hip. I didn’t mind one bit, of course. Even when Theo gets to be older with his own family, I’d still gladly let him hold my hand. “Hi, Mummy,” Theo said with a toothy grin. 

“Hi, my darling,” I smiled back and I ruffled up his tawny curls. “Did Daddy brush your hair?” 

“Yeah,” Theo nodded quickly. “Liam’s too.” 

I looked over Theo’s shoulder to see my other boy Liam laid on the grass and wrestling with Tess. William was younger by a half hour and was a bit smaller than Theo, but everything else was identical. Same brown curls that turned caramel in the summertime, dark brown eyes, freckles and button noses and-- as much I hated to say it-- crooked teeth. Tom had had braces when he was young, as did I, and I hated the thought that my boys would have to endure that. Theo and Liam were the spitting image of their father, hardly anything left for me to contribute to them, but I didn’t mind. Having the house full of Tom and a pair of Tom clones made me happy. 

Liam’s hair was a mess just like Theo’s, and I laughed softly. Liam’s hair was getting long, to about his shoulders, and I briefly wondered if he would let me braid his hair before his match, but the thought was interrupted by Tom from the door. “Lads!” He called. “Breakie!” 

Our boys raced to the door and careened to get their food, and I hung back at Tom’s side. “Theo said you brushed their hair,” I said. 

“Yeah,” Tom said. “Wanted to let you sleep.” 

“Hmm,” I hummed softly. “Did you dress them too?” 

“Yeah,” Tom nodded. “Why do you ask?” 

“Liam’s shirt is backwards,” I said, stifling my laugh. 

“What? No,” Tom said quickly. “No, I-- The logo’s on the back, isn’t it?” 

“No, my love, the logo is on the front of their kit,” I told him. 

“Yeah, Daddy,” Liam chimed in, climbing up into the stool at the counter. “Logo’s on the front, or how else will you see it?” 

Tom scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me, you goose?” he said and lightly tickled Liam’s side. Where Theo was a momma’s boy, Liam was a daddy’s boy through and through. He had always been that way, ever since he was born; I could hold him, Dominic and Nikki could try, we even let Harry, Sam, Patty, and Harrison have a crack at it, but Liam only ever stopped his awful wailing when Tom held him. There was a time when the boys were two and Liam absolutely refused to wear clothes unless they matched Tom’s. That led to several months of candid paparazzi pictures and headlines about how Liam was basically Tom’s Mini-Me. That was a hidden perk to marrying and having children with a famous actor: I could never run out of pictures of Tom or him with our boys. “You goose!” 

“You’re the goose, Daddy,” Liam giggled. “‘Cause you forgot--” 

“Liam,” I giggled, snuffling into his neck. “Let Daddy remember for himself.” 

“You’re killing me,” Tom laughed. His eyes wrinkled at the corners as he smiled, and he turned his attention towards Theo. “How’re you liking those eggs there, T?” 

“There’s some shell in them, Daddy,” Theo said, patting the scrambled eggs with his fork. “They’re crunchy.” 

“Isn’t that how Uncle Sammy makes your eggs?” Tom asked. “I could have sworn he told me that you liked your eggs extra crunchy.” 

“No,” Theo said, his cheeks turning pink as he giggled. “I didn’t say that.” 

“We can get something to eat on the way to football,” I offered. “I think today’s worth celebrating, right, lads?” 

Luckily, Theo and Liam had caught on, and they nodded. “What’re we celebrating?” Tom sighed. “Why won’t you just tell me?”

“I’ll give you three guesses,” I told him. I began to carefully plait up Liam’s hair, and I watched the gears turning in Tom’s head. 

“It’s not our anniversary,” Tom began. His nose scrunched up, and he mumbled, “And it’s not any birthdays… Theo. Is it your birthday today?” 

“No,” Theo giggled. 

“Liam? Is it yours?” Tom asked, his brown eyes twinkling. 

“No! Theo and I have the same birthday!” 

“Oh yeah. Duh. Not yours, I know that…” Tom said, looking at me, and his eyes suddenly widened. “Is it my birthday?” 

“Happy birthday, Daddy!” Liam exclaimed. I had seen him ready to burst with it, and the look on Tom’s face was unforgettable. It was glee, the most potent and joyful glee. 

“How did I forget my own birthday?” Tom laughed. “Is that why you called me old?” 

“You’re getting there, love,” I said, pressing my finger to his chin. 

“You’re mean,” Tom told me, and I wound my arms around him. 

“But you deal with it somehow,” I said, and Tom nodded. 

“How do I manage?” Tom sighed, and he leaned down and quickly kissed my cheek. With that, the boys groaned, and Tom rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Mummy and Daddy are gross, I know. You’ll understand one day.” 

The glass door was open as I sat on the couch, a July evening breeze warming the room. Theo and Liam had won their football match, and we all had gone to lunch with Tom’s family and Harrison (who was an honorary Holland at this point). I could hear my husband and sons in the back garden playing, with a bark from Tess every so often, and I looked down at my book. Then, there was an exaggerated yell from the yard, and Tom called, “They’ve got me! I’m being attacked! Mummy, help! Oh, Jesus, Tess, that’s my mouth.” 

When I looked into the yard, I saw Tom splayed out on the grass, twins sitting on his chest as Tessa was licking all over his face. Theo and Liam loved to wrestle with Tom, even though they always won, and it had become a nightly routine ever since we realized that the boys were out like a light about half an hour after the whole thing. 

“How’d you get yourself into this?” I asked. “I thought Spiderman was a really good fighter.” 

“Not when-- Tess, stop the licking, please-- not when he’s ambushed by clones,” Tom said, pushing Tessa away, but she went right back to licking his forehead. “Genetically modified clones!” 

“Oh, dear,” I playfully sighed. 

“We’ve got you, Spiderman!” Theo cried. 

“You might’ve caught me,” Tom began, wrapping a muscled arm around each boy. “But I… Am… Spiderman!” With that, he worked himself to his feet, each son under his arm, and he began to spin in circles as they screamed with glee. I’m not sure either Theo or Liam would ever get over their dad being Spiderman. I remember taking them to set when they could barely walk and having Zendaya and Jacob go all heart-eyes over the “baby Toms”, but Liam had been in a world of his own that day. He clung to Tom’s leg nearly all day, and, whenever Tom was able to take off the mask. Liam just looked up at him and giggled. Theo also liked the fact that his dad was Spiderman; he had told me once that it made him feel safe and happy, and that spoke volumes to me. 

Tom was terrified when I first told him that I was pregnant. We were young; he was only 19 and had just officially landed the role of Spiderman hardly a month before. I was scared out of my wits as well, but I knew that Tom’s heart was good and that he would be a loving father; not to mention I had a whole clan of Hollands behind me to catch Tom if he started slipping up. The first few doctors appointments he missed, due to Civil War filming, and when he finally had a break at the same time as an appointment, he held my hand the entire time. The doctor had passed the wand over my swelling belly and, after a moment, there was the faintest heartbeat. Tom cried. He often cried when it came to our boys. Then, when the second heartbeat joined, that’s when panic started to come in. Twins. We were hardly adults, Tom had a new job, I was still a uni student, and we were fit to have twins. It all seemed impossible. 

Until Civil War was released. Tom-Mania extended to the far corners of the globe, and suddenly there were millions of people backing us. His management team around him was advising him on how to tell his new fans that I was pregnant, but Tom, in typical fashion, didn’t listen to any suggestions and opted instead to post a picture of me on his story with my sweatpants pulled under my big belly, crying about Toy Story. And everyone loved them. Theodore Dominic Holland and William Thomas Holland were more loved than they could ever fathom and now, at five years old, they continued to amass a fanbase of their own. 

According to routine, after our nightly wrestling was bath time (translation: Liam tries to take a shower like a big boy but always ends up needed help washing his hair, so either Tom or I sit in there for half an hour and let him do his thing until he calls upon us), and, if need be, a small snack. When Tom was training for a movie, I tried to keep the whole family on a semi-similar diet, but you could definitely tell when Tom had wrapped a movie just by the state of our larder. It was usually at the pre-bedtime snack that the Oreos were brought out, even if I tried in vain to get them to have a bit of orange. My self control was fairly weak, however, and I gave into the cookies every time. 

And then, the main event. Bedtime. The boys had gotten into a habit of falling asleep in our bed and having us tuck them into their own, but lately, we kept “forgetting” to move them and ended up letting them sleep with us. Two adults, two children, and a dog didn’t leave much room, but we made it work. I was extra conscious of small moments like waking up with little boy drool on my chest, because I knew that there would come a day when I didn’t have that. One day, my boys would grow up and would maybe tolerate a hug at times, and I wanted to savor the moments I had with them. 

Tom read them a story every single night. Lately, at the recommendation of their school teacher, we had begun to read them chapter books, and they were nearly halfway through the first Lord of the Rings book already. The time it took to read a chapter was enough for me to manage a shower, and then I would make sure they stayed down while Tom did the same. 

Usually I did. Sometimes, like tonight, Tom fell asleep while reading. 

He was laying in bed, his legs crossed at the ankle, propped up against the pillows. Liam was nestled in the crook of his right arm, sucking the corner of his blankie, and Theo was in his left. The sight of all three of my boys sleeping together made tears well in my eyes. If I thought they looked alike when they were awake, it was nothing compared to when they were asleep. Tom’s cheeks went red when he slept, usually if he was having a good dream, and Theo and Liam had inherited that. The universe really said copy-paste with my boys. Sometimes, I would hear Liam or Theo say something, and I could’ve sworn that my husband was the one to utter it. 

I stopped briefly to take a picture of the affair, topped off with a toppled book, and I quickly sent it to Nikki. I was nowhere near as good of a photographer as she was, but I knew that she appreciated the little candid moments in our house that she couldn’t capture. Then, moving slowly so as to not wake the sleeping boys, I slipped under the blankets. Tom gave a little snuffle in his sleep and his eyes opened slowly. He looked at me, then at his sons, and he sighed. “How long s’I asleep?” He mumbled, smacking his lips. 

“I only just got out of the shower,” I whispered. “Couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes.”

“Goodness, I’m sorry, love,” Tom whispered. 

“For what?” I asked. “You had a big day, Mr. Birthday Boy.” 

“Dunno,” Tom said, and he brushed a hand over Theo’s curls. “I’m just exhausted.” 

“Go to sleep, my love,” I whispered. “I think they’re gonna sleep really well tonight, what do you think?” 

“Yeah,” Tom whispered. 

I scooted closer to the trio and put an arm over Theo and across Tom’s stomach so that my hand could reach Liam’s side. We had perfected the art of a quadruple cuddle puddle. “I love you.” I whispered. 

“Love you, Mummy,” Theo mumbled, his little voice oh-so quiet, and a tear escaped my eye. Oh, how I loved my babies so.

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