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farfromharry · 3 years

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Brightside | CEO!Dad!Tom fic

summary: a sudden and unexpected turn of events with your little boy, leaves him in the hospital with an unknown diagnosis. tom has to fly home and the two of you have to face each other, properly and civilly, for the first time since your breakup. will this negative experience turn into a positive one, in more ways than one?

word count - 10.3k

warnings - warnings - language, hospitals, needles, fainting, mentions of seizures, mentions of blood

a/n - angst for once, but obviously ending in fluff because i can’t hurt myself like that🥰 also i’m super nervous to post this so lets see how this goes :)

A loud, irritating noise filled the kitchen as your phone began to ring. You groaned, annoyed. The once calm silence was now filled with your curses of panic as you tried to wipe off your messy hands as quickly as possible. You found an unused cloth on your kitchen side and decided on just using that, wiping off the remnants of the food you’d been making. You grabbed your phone from off of the counter, pressing the green accept button, lifting the device up to your ear.

“Hello?” you asked. Having not bothered to look at the contact name, you had absolutely no idea who you were even talking to right now.

“Hi, is this Miss Y/L/N?”

You mumbled a quick ‘yes.’ You wedged the phone between your ear and your shoulder, picking up the knife you’d been using a few minutes prior to continue cutting up the vegetable in front of you.

“This is about your son, Theo,” she said, “I work in the reception at the school.” You rolled your eyes, assuming that your angel of a four year old had somehow gotten into some trouble that you were now going to have to deal with.

The lady proceeded to explain to you quite the opposite of what you’d originally thought. She’d told you how Theo had thrown up in class, prompting him to be sent to the nurse where he then fainted, almost escalating to a seizure.

“What?” you asked. Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach, a sick feeling beginning to bubble in your throat. The knife had carelessly slipped from your fingers, making a loud clattering noise as it hit the counter. You gave the woman your undivided attention, listening to every word she spoke to you. She confirmed again what you’d thought you’d heard, your heart starting to beat out of your chest.

“We’re taking him to the hospital just in case,” she said, “Can you meet us there?”

You were panicking, her words barely even registering in your head until she called your name again. You muttered a quick yes in response. Your hands were beginning to shake and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep hold of your phone.

“I’ll be right there.”

You looked around at the mess, scrolling through the contacts on your phone and calling your mother. She picked up quickly, happily greeting you on the other end of the line. You quickly explained to her the situation and asked nicely if she could clean up what you’d been doing while you’re gone.

She thankfully said yes, promising everything would be fine. You were in such a rush after that, that you didn’t take anything with you except your phone. You slipped your shoes on as quick as you could, grabbing your car keys out of the small wooden bowl on the side and rushing out of the front door.

It was a miracle that you somehow didn’t crash your car on the way to the hospital. There were tears welling up in your eyes and it was impossible to properly see clearly. Your hands were still shaking as they gripped the wheel with so much strength you were scared it could break. Your head was a mess and you could barely process which direction you were going, you knew you shouldn’t have been driving like this.

It was almost a daze when you thought about how you got from your home to the hospital, your brain couldn’t piece together being in the car.

As soon as you’d parker, you were rushing inside, probably looking insane to others as you frantically turned your head in any direction, trying to find where you could ask for help.

You were clearly distressed and people were beginning to notice, one of those people being the lady that had called you earlier.

“Miss Y/L/N.”

Your head whipped around to where the voice came from, spotting her standing a few metres away. You made your way over, seeing her motion to the room where you could see your little boy laying inside.

Your heart broke even more at the sight of him. There were wires connected to him, ones that you didn’t understand, and it scared you to the core.

You frowned, stroking your hand through his messy curls, trying to tame the wild hair as best you could. It was one of the many things he’d inherited from his dad.

“Do you have anyone else you can call?” she asked, politely, “I just don’t want to leave you here alone.”

You smiled at her in thanks, nodding your head and forcing yourself to move away from your baby boy.

“I should probably call his dad,” you stated.

You heard a quiet groan from your side, turning your body to see Theo’s eyes fluttering awake, his body shifting uncomfortably.

“Oh thank god, you’re awake,” you gushed. You kissed his head over and over, wrapping your arms around him tightly. You heard the boy whine about you almost suffocating him and letting out a relieved giggle, you loosened your grip.

You still held him to your chest, just long enough to calm your racing heart.

“I’ll leave you both,” she spoke, reminding you she was still in the room.

You nodded your head, flashing her a genuinely thankful smile.

“Thank you for helping him,” you whispered. You gave her a friendly hug, telling your son to wave goodbye before she left. You sighed deeply, taking a moment to let everything sink in to not overwhelm yourself.

You heard the four year old calling for you, prompting you to turn around to see what he needed.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin?” He jutted his bottom lip out, looked absolutely adorable as he started up at you with those soft, honey, brown eyes.

“I’m bored,” he whined. You pouted for him, eyes scanning around the small room for anything he could possibly amuse himself with.

“Do you want me to go ask for a colouring book or something?” you asked him. He rapidly nodded his head, a smile breaking out on your face for the first time within the hour, since the school had called you.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a second.”

Before you walked out of the door, you turned back to him and pointed your finger at him accusingly. “Don’t get into any trouble, mister,” you warned, a hint of playfulness in your tone. He giggled loudly, making your heart melt at the adorable sound.

“I promise.”

Being on a children's ward meant that the front desk always had things like these at hand. The ladies were more than happy to give you one of the books they had left, not having many options to choose from though.

They handed you some crayons and other colouring items. You thanked them profusely, knowing that you now wouldn’t have to deal with a cranky little Holland boy, because you knew how they could get.

You made your way back to the room quickly, having your doubts about leaving the toddler alone in an unknown place for any longer than necessary.

“Here you go, little man.”

You handed him the book with the wide variety of colouring items. You had to explain to him that the only books they had left were animals and flowers and you thought the animal ones looked much more fun.

“I’m expecting to see a rainbow frog,” you told him. He giggled, shaking his head.

“You can’t have a rainbow frog, mummy.” You gasped, furrowing your eyebrows teasingly.

“Why not, mister?” you asked. You saw him huff, trying to hide your giggle.

“They’re not real,” he said, like it was just so obvious.

This time you couldn’t hide your giggle as you watched his tiny brows furrow in annoyance at you. You leaned forward and placed a kiss to the tiny crease in the middle of his eyebrows. Once again something he got from his dad when he pulled the same face.

“I was just teasing bub.” He rolled his eyes at you, making you gasp and poke his belly teasingly. He giggled loudly, the noise echoing around the room as he tried to get you to stop tickling him.

You had considerably calmed down from when you arrived at the hospital to now, feeling your heart beating at a much slower pace, one that was at least calm.

“Will you colour with me?” he asked.

Originally, you were going to take this time to call Tom, but seeing the boy’s puppy dog eyes, you absolutely couldn’t resist.

You stayed and coloured in the animals with him for a while, just enjoying bonding with your bub.

You’d help him stay in the lines of the drawing, helping him out where he needed helping, while also working on your own animal, surprisingly enjoying yourself.

Noticing the time on the clock, you made the decision that you had to call Tom, it had already been long enough, it couldn’t wait any longer.

“I’m just going to go call daddy, okay?” He nodded his head, content with going back to his colouring book. You sighed, leaving the room and finding a quiet space in the corridor.

You pulled up Tom’s contact on your phone, one you’d contemplated deleting probably a hundred times, hovering over the call button hesitantly.

As soon as it started ringing your heart ached, you weren’t even sure if he’d pick up, possibly too busy with work once again.

You gasped when you heard the phone connect, almost shocked that he’d take the time to answer you.

“Hi, Tom, um-“ He cut you off before you could even finish, something that irritated you beyond belief.

“Look Y/N, now’s really not a good time, can this wait?” he asked, telling someone on the other side of the phone that he’d be two minutes.

“Tom, I had to take Theo to the hospital,” you cried, finally letting out the sob you’d been holding in all day. You didn’t mean to cry or guilt him, it was just bad timing. You’d been trying to be strong for your little boy, knowing he was already scared out of his mind, he didn’t need to know his mum was scared too.

“Woah, hey, calm down, breathe Y/N.” You listened to his smooth voice, taking deep breaths until you were able to talk again.

“What do you mean you had to take him to the hospital,” he said, “What happened?”

A sense of overwhelming panic beginning to overtake his entire body. He was across the ocean, there was nothing he could do.

You explained everything that had happened up until now, Tom listening intently to every word.

“Shit, do they know what’s wrong?” he asked, nervously. You could hear the worry in his voice.

“No, we’re waiting for them to come and do some tests,” you said, glancing back at your boy through the window in his room. Just to check that he was okay.

“Is he okay right now?” he questioned. His brain was a mess, there were so many possibilities of things that could be wrong running through his head and he hoped to God that none of them were true.

“Yeah, I think so, he’s just colouring at the minute.”

Tom sighed. “Okay, well um-“ He tried to organize his thoughts, listening to you telling him to take a minute. “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he said. You suddenly felt awful, knowing he was halfway across the world. The last thing you wanted was to guilt trip him into dropping everything, especially if he didn’t want to. Your tears had come to a stand still, trying to explain to him that it was okay and you had this under control.

“You don’t have to, I know you’re busy and-“ He cut you off again.

“Nothing’s more important to me than him, I’ll be there, I promise.”

After going through the later years of your relationship, you knew not to trust Tom’s promises, and you also knew how stubborn he was. His promises were often broken and just ended up hurting people in the end, and you didn’t want that to be you all over again.

“Y/N, did you hear me?” he asked, after not receiving a response from you.

“Yeah, I heard you, I’ll see you soon,” you said. You said your goodbyes, hanging up the phone and heading back inside the hospital room to see your boy.

“Change of plans, cancel the meeting,” Tom demanded, taking his coat from behind his chair and throwing it on his body in a haste. The women and men sitting around the table stared at him in shock, gasping at how unprofessional the CEO seemed to be.

“Mr Holland, this meeting is important, we can’t just cancel,” she tried to reason. He waved her off, shaking his head and dialling another number on his phone, the one of his personal assistant.

“Harrison, hi, I need you to book me on the next flight to London, asap.”

She apologised to them on his behalf, but the woman refused to give up, following Tom out of the meeting room and all the way to the set of lifts at the end of the floor. Tom was rapidly pressing the button to call the lift, hoping it could come quicker than it was. He hung up the phone with Harrison after confirming all the details of the flight.

“London?” she gasped, “You can’t go to London, we’re in the middle of one of the biggest deals of your career Tom.”

Tom rolled his eyes, almost up to his limits with everything. He didn’t know what was going to cause him to break down first, the woman or the fact that the lift still wasn’t here. He knew it was silly to get so worked up over something so small, but his concern for his child was above anything else.

“I don’t care about the deal, Y/N just called, Theo’s in the hospital,” he said. She frowned, an apology already on the tip of her tongue. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked, referencing the meeting with the big investors that was due to happen any moment.

“Whatever you think is best, but please don’t tell them about Theo, I don’t want this getting out.” She nodded, heading back towards the office to explain what was happening with the meeting, unfortunately having to come up with something on the spot.

While Tom was being driven to the airport, you were trying to convince Theo to get in bed and go to sleep. It was late for him, almost eleven, and he’d had a very long day.

“Please, it’s already past your normal bedtime.” He pouted, making grabby hands at you.

“But this bed isn’t comfy and-“ You rolled your eyes, gently squeezing his cheeks together to get him to stop making excuses.

“Do you want me to sleep with you?” you asked, seeing him nod his head. You smiled softly, climbing under the covers and seeing what he meant when he said it was uncomfortable. You let him curl into you, resting his small head on your chest, his arms clinging to you.

“Mummy?” he whispered. You hummed, running your fingers through his curly hair, something that you usually did when he was scared, because it always calmed him down. He shifted in your arms, pushing himself up on the small bed so that he could lay his head next to yours on the soft pillow.

“Do you still love daddy?” he asked, looking up at you with his big brown eyes that perfectly resembled Toms. Your heart ached. In all honesty, you didn’t know what to say to the boy, because you didn’t know yourself. You thought it over in your head quietly.

On the one hand you hated how obsessed and committed he was to his work, but on the other, he was an amazing dad to Theo, and he always treated you like a princess. Your eyes flickered over your baby’s face, admiring all the parts of his features that he got from his daddy.

You realised in that moment, looking at those tiny features, the ones that resembled the ones you studied for hours on end once upon a time, you truly did hold a soft spot for Tom, even now. You sighed, stroking your boy’s cheek, ready to give him his answer.

“Of course I do.” you admitted. You saw the corner of his lips twitch up as he tried to bite back a smile.

“Then why don’t you live together,” he asked, “Everyone else at school’s parents live together.” You frowned, not having the heart to tell him about your break up properly, even after all this time. You simply pulled him closer to you, wrapping your arms around his tiny body and kissing the top of his head.

“We needed some time apart, to focus on what needed our attention,” you said, “We couldn’t do everything at once.”

You saw him staring up at you with his wide eyes, your heart pounding in your chest even thinking about what happened with Tom. You weren’t quite sure Theo understood what you meant, because he still looked a little confused.

“So, your daddy had to focus on his company, making sure everything was going well and I had to focus on my little rugrat,” you said, poking his belly to tickle him. He giggled, trying to squirm away from your hands.

“Is it like-like in Captain America, when Steve has to leave Peggy to save the world.” You raised your eyebrows, thinking it over. You were a little bit shocked by his surprisingly good analogy.

“And then Peggy has to focus on Shield,” you added, “It’s exactly like that Theo.” He nodded his head, understanding where you were coming from.

You saw his big eyes begin to blink more, but also slower, a tell-tale sign that he was going to knock out any minute.

“Mummy?” he asked again. You smiled.

“Yes Theo?” you said, brushing his overgrown curls out of the way of his eyes.

“Are you more like Steve or Peggy?” he asked. You giggled, amused by the idea of him relating yours and Tom’s relationship to a fictional, superhero one.

“Well you see, I’m more like Steve, because I had to sacrifice everything for my world, just like he did.” You kissed his head when you said ‘my world,’ clearly referring to your boy.

“Wow,” he mumbled, letting his eyes finally flutter shut. “My mummy’s a superhero.”

Your eyes began to water happily, cradling his head to your chest as he finally fell asleep. You took deep breaths, trying to bite back the heart wrenching cry that was threatening to come out.

After a while of laying in the silence of the hospital room, you gave in and closed your eyes, letting your son’s rhythmic breaths ease you to sleep.

You were completely unaware that Tom had gotten the first flight out to London after he ended your phone call. You assumed he would have arrived in a few days time, at least, probably having left over business to finish up first.

[His heart] was racing the entire journey, feeling utterly useless from halfway across the world and he couldn’t stand it.

Harrison had tried to calm him down as he helped him pack for his flight on the private jet, telling him he needed to be positive about this. Tom had snapped at him, asking him how that was even possible while he wasn’t with his own child.

Tom felt bad but Harrison made it clear that he didn’t take it to heart, knowing he was stressed and there was nothing he could really do to help.

He offered to go with his boss, thinking it’d be better if he wasn’t doing this all alone, but Tom refused with minimal explanation. He knew you wouldn’t want a stranger lingering around the hospital room if anything went badly.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Tom?” he asked, standing on the runway at the entrance to the private jet, ready to go with him to England if he just so much as asked.

“I’m okay, really,” he promised, ascending the steps of the plane with his luggage.

The plane ride was gruelling. Tom didn’t know what to expect when he arrived, and he certainly didn’t know how it was going to go between the two of you while he was there. The flight was long and he tried to get as much sleep as he could, barely managing a couple hours with the worry bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

Everything seemed to be going so slowly, right from landing to getting through the airport.

It felt like he was waiting for a taxi for days, tapping his thumb on his arm anxiously, his eyes focused solely on the ground, trying to control the thoughts in his head.

The ride from the airport to the children’s hospital was agony for the young father. Tom’s leg was bouncing nervously, his hands shaking and his eyes glancing down at his watch or his phone every few seconds. He hadn’t gotten any updates from you recently, assuming you’d fallen asleep because of the time.

He knew that with it being this late he’d have to see you and Theo tomorrow morning. Before he left he didn’t really consider the time difference.

When the taxi stopped he was quick to toss the man the right amount of money, practically sprinting out of the car to grab his luggage.

It was as if he ran into the hospital, looking around frantically in search of the reception area, just like you had done hours prior. When he spotted it, it was like his feet were working before his brain. They led him to the woman before he even had time to process that he was moving.

“Hi, I’m here for Theodore Holland,” he announced. The woman at the front desk clearly didn’t notice the sense of urgency in Tom’s voice.

“Sir, I’m sorry, visiting hours are over,” she said, “They start again tomorrow at nine,” she explained calmly. Tom shook his head, running his hands through his hair for the hundredth time today. He was sure that by now it looked a complete mess, a contrast from his normally styled and gelled hair.

“I can’t wait, I have to see him,” he whined pitifully, “Please,” he begged.

She took pity on the young man, nodding her head and waving the rules in his time of need.

“And who are you?” she asked, typing the little boy’s name into the computer to search for his files, so slowly, like they had all the time in the world.

“I’m his dad,” he stated, looking around the hospital ward in a panic. She nodded, looking at the details for Theo on her computer.

“Can you just confirm his birthday?” she asked. Tom recited the little boy’s birthday to her with ease, the six digits being the password to his phone for the last four years and the day also being the best moment of his life.

“Alright, Mr Holland, you want to go right down that hall, turn left and then it’s the first door on your right, room 106,” she instructed. Tom thanked her, taking long, quick strides down the hallway, carrying his bag with his belongings in his hand.

After finding the plaque with the correct door number, he noticed the lights were off. He carefully opened the door and creeped in, closing it quietly behind him, to not disturb either of you. He noticed two figures on the bed instead of one, his heart melting at the sight of your four year old curled up into your chest like an infant again.

He let out a quiet sigh, placing his bag on the floor, taking a seat next to Theo’s side of the bed. He could now clearly see your face as you slept, still as beautiful as he remembered.

Yours and Tom’s breakup was messy. Breakups always are when there’s a child involved.

You simply hated how much Tom was working, barely ever home to see you both, leaving, what felt like, all the responsibility to you. You were both still young, only twenty-two at the time and you were struggling. One more missed dinner and crying baby finally tipped you over the edge, to where you couldn’t take it anymore.

When Tom finally came home that night you confronted him about it all. You didn’t mean to start a fight but that was evidently what happened anyway. You thought it could’ve been a civilised discussion that would be solved within the hour.

Tom left the house that night to go and stay with his brothers, hoping he could give you time to cool off and then everything would be back to normal when he next saw you.

However, what he didn’t expect, was for you to tell him you were really done, just like you’d said in the argument. He seemingly couldn’t choose between his job and his girlfriend and child, so, you chose for him.

He didn’t mean for it to happen. He didn’t realise how much he was focused on work instead of the people that mattered to him, and he pretty much lost everything within a night.

The next week, Tom was off doing more and more business deals to distract himself from his loss, his family claiming he was overworking himself. He never listened to them though, and that’s how he ended up in the states, far away from you and far away from his son.

From next to the bed Tom saw his baby begin to stir, shuffling over closer to his side of the bed and smiling down at the beautiful boy.

“Daddy?” he asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his tiny fists.

“Hi precious.” Tom stroked his cheek softly. This was the first time he’d been able to see his son in months, and he’d almost forgotten how amazing it was to see him in person. Yes, he’d seen him on facetime frequently, but there was something much more heart-warming about seeing him in the flesh and being able to hold him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked rather loudly, Tom shushing him and pointing to you.

“We don’t want to wake mummy,” he said, seeing Theo nod his head. He extended his arms out for his dad, wanting him to pick him up. Tom carefully scooped him out of bed, trying his hardest not to wake you from your peaceful sleep.

Theo wrapped his arms around his dad’s neck in one of his hugs, giving Tom a chance to look over his shoulder and finally admire your sleeping figure. Just you this time, no toddler cuddled up to you obscuring part of his view.

He admired all the things he used to- well, still does love about you. The way your eyelashes rested just above your cheeks, the way your lips parted just making him want to constantly kiss you. The way the sun shining through the window perfectly illuminated your face, making you look like a perfect angel. He took a few steps closer, just enough to brush some hair out of your face that looked like it was bothering you. Even the simple touch had you nuzzling your cheek, subconsciously, into the warmth of his hand, having missed his touch, even if you’d refuse to admit it when you were awake.

“Daddy?” Theo whispered, taking his note of trying not to wake you up.

“What’s up, bug?” he asked, turning his head to look at him. He always felt it was like looking into a time machine. You were convinced right from the day he was born that he didn’t get any of your features, looking like a clone of Tom when he was a toddler. But Tom was always adamant that Theo got your personality and mannerisms.

“I’m hungry,” he pouted, resting his tired head on his shoulder.

“Let’s go find you something to eat,” he said, following the hospital signs that pointed in the direction of the café.

Tom, stupidly, didn’t think to leave you a note to tell you that he’d arrived, or that he’d just taken Theo for food.

You didn’t really remember falling asleep in the uncomfortable hospital bed, nor did you remember Tom pulling a blanket over you and Theo in the middle of the night, or Tom even arriving for that matter.

You opened your eyes, groaning quietly as you were pulled out of your sleep. You turned your head to see if your son was awake, which you had no doubts he would be, but you frowned when you noticed he was no longer even in the bed, the sheets now cold on his side.

You sat up, looking around the room to find you were completely alone, except there was now an unfamiliar bag sitting next to the door. Your motherly instincts kicked in and you began to panic not knowing the whereabouts of your baby.

You were about to call for a nurse, asking if she’d seen him when Tom walked through the door with your son perched on his hip, laughing loudly as he nibbled on a sandwich.

“Oh thank god,” you said, taking Theo from Tom’s arms into your own. You kissed his head, running your hands over his hair.

“I didn’t know where you were,” you whined, glancing up at Tom. Theo nuzzled closer to you, his silent way of telling you he was here.

“That was my fault, sorry, he was hungry so I-“ This time you were the one to cut Tom off before he could finish his sentence.

“It’s okay, just scared me s’all.” Theo tucked his head into your neck, his small hand still clinging on to his food. After a few minutes, your heart had calmed down, reminding you that he still hadn’t eaten.

“Okay, go and eat buddy.” You let him down, watching him scurry off back to his bed where he had a little table he could eat on. You watched him for a couple seconds, making sure he was okay before turning back around to face Tom.

“Hi.” He said, staring right at you, that oh so familiar face looking as perfect and handsome as he had the first time you met.

“Hi Tom,” you said back. There was a painfully awkward tension between you both, one that could’ve been cut with a knife. Neither of you really knew what to speak about, both of you trying to start a conversation at exactly the same time, something that only made it even more awkward.

“You go first,” he said, trying to be polite.

“When did you get here?” you asked. You noticed the bags under his eyes, feeling yourself start to worry about him, but part of you told you to stop.

“Just after four, they almost didn’t let me in,” he explained. You nodded your head, nervously fiddling with a loose thread on your shirt.

“Well, he seems pretty glad that you’re here Tom,” you said, flashing him a nervous smile.

“H-how do you feel?” he asked, “About me being here?” It was silent for a few minutes. Tom was nervous, immediately regretting even asking as soon as the question came out of his mouth.

“I’m happy you’re here too.” His eyes widened in shock, taken aback by that answer. He smiled, his heart beginning to beat slightly faster.

Neither of you said anything more as you entered Theo's room, choosing to make small conversation with the boy about anything and everything, rather than with each other.

At some point in the afternoon Theo had grown sleepy, crawling under the blanket to take a nap. It was now just you and Tom sitting in yet another awkward silence. You were sitting in the chair next to his bed, making sure you were there if he needed you for anything. Tom was sitting across from you in another chair, watching you interact with your son. He noticed you visibly shiver in your thin, short sleeved shirt, rubbing your arms to try and warm yourself up.

“Are you cold?” Tom asked, almost rhetorically as he pulled off his own jacket and wrapped the material around your shivering frame.

“Thank you, I-I was in such a rush when I left, that I guess I forgot.” He nodded, flashing you a tight lipped, awkward smile. The tension in the air was uncomfortable, neither of you really daring to speak up.

“I��m sorry I wasn’t there,” he said, his eyes filled with regret. You tried to tell him it was fine, but you could feel your emotions rising in your throat, making it harder to keep them down.

He could see you breaking down inside just through your eyes, and he didn’t know how long you’d been holding this in. You took a glance at Theo to make sure he was asleep before looking back to your ex-lover.

“Fuck Tom, I was a mess, I-I had to call my mum and ask her to sort the house for me,” you cried, burying your head in your hands. His heart broke, a mental debate going on in his head about whether he should go over there to comfort you or stay sitting in his chair across from you.

He definitely didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with his presence but he also hated seeing you cry like this.

He eventually decided to help, coming over and wrapping his arms around you timidly. He was shocked when you curled into his chest, tightening his hold on you and running his hand over your hair. To make it easier for you both, you switched places. Tom letting you curl up into his lap on the chair.

“Shh, it’s okay, he’s okay,” he said. He didn’t know if he was convincing you or himself though. His voice was calming to you, somehow bringing your tears to a slow stop as he whispered sweet words to you. Just being like this with him reminded you of all the times you’d spent together dating, normally in more positive circumstances than this.

“Why don’t I call my mum or someone, have her come here and watch him, and I’ll take you home for a little bit.” You nodded your head gratefully, tucking your face into his neck as he pulled out his phone.

The phone call between Nikki and her son was rather quick, the woman agreeing to come and watch Theo with no hesitation, especially after Tom had explained the whole hospital situation that only made you tear up again.

“Thank you,” you whimpered quietly. He nodded his head, kissing your temple lightly.

“Of course.”

You were still sitting in his lap with Tom rubbing his hand up and down your back when Nikki walked in, not even half an hour later.

“Hello,” she greeted, trying to hide her grin at the scene in front of her. If you weren’t going to fall back in love like she’d hoped, at least you were on talking terms.

“Thank you for doing this,” you said, getting up to wrap her in a tight hug. She told you that it was no problem, ushering you both out, making a playful comment that you smelled bad. You scoffed, feigning offense, even if you knew she was partially right.

Tom drove you home in your car, back to the home the two of you once shared together. It was silent on the way there, not even the radio turned on for just some form of noise. It was quite emotional for Tom walking back inside the house, looking around and seeing everything was pretty much identical to how it was when he left. His mind replaying all the memories you both shared in different places all over the house.

“Do you want anything?” you asked. He simply asked for a glass of water and you nodded, heading over to the kitchen. It made you frown slightly, remembering what had happened here only the day before. You quickly filled up the glass and then headed back to where Tom was standing, admiring the living room with a tiny grin.

“Why are you smiling?” you asked. He turned his head in your direction, not even realising he had been smiling, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

“I don’t really know, i-it just hasn’t changed,” he said. You could still see traces of a grin as you handed him a glass of water, telling him you were going to take a quick shower.

“Make yourself comfortable,” you said, heading up the stairs to finally have a moment to yourself for the first time in two days.

You didn’t take very long. Taking a quick shower like you said and then drying your hair so you didn’t catch a cold in the winter weather. You got Theo’s stuffed bear that he sleeps with, his blanket and then some new pyjamas for him and you were ready to head back.

“Got everything?” he asked. You nodded, handing him the bear and taking the car keys from him.

“I want to drive,” you stated. You didn’t really know why, but a part of you just wanted to. Tom didn’t argue with you, following you out to the car and climbing into the passenger side.

There was a brief conversation this time around, however still not much, the silence filled with more awkward tension.

“Is this the bear I got him when he was born?” he asked, playing with the small piece of ribbon that was tied around its neck.

“Yeah, he loves it,” you told him. You noticed him wipe away a stray tear that ran down his cheek, making your heart pang in your chest. You reached over the console of the car with your hand, lacing your fingers with his while keeping your eyes on the road. His eyes widened and he stared at you, heart filled with hope, your eyes never glancing over in his direction.

It felt like Deja-vu arriving back at the hospital, except this time you knew where you were going. You entered the room to Nikki sitting quietly beside your still sleeping son, a smile spreading across her face, the woman noting how much better you looked already.

“I should start heading home.” She gave you another tight hug, Tom offering to walk her out because of the now darkened night sky. You bid her a simple goodbye, waiting until they were out of your sight to head over to your boy.

So while Tom went to take his mum to her car, you planned on giving Theo his bear, gently cooing to wake him up.

“Mummy?” he asked groggily. You smiled, handing him his bear and kissing his head.

“You can go back to sleep now, bub.” He hummed, nuzzling his head into the soft fur of the stuffed animal. You also placed the soft blanket over top of him, knowing the thin hospital sheet did little to keep him warm.

“Thank you.” He whispered, adding a quiet goodnight that made your heart swell.

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

<<<>>>

The next morning, you were informed by his nurse that Theo needed blood tests and some other evaluations to check everything was okay. You knew it was going to be a long day for the four year old so you tried your best to plan out in your head where he could take quick naps in between his check-ups to keep him energized enough.

He didn’t seem fazed by the information when you told him, having no negative experience to relate to having any kind of needle; at least not that he can remember.

Unfortunately for him though, the blood tests were first, meaning he was going to have to deal with a sore arm all day.

The three of you were guided by a nurse to a small office, one with all different kinds of confusing machines that you didn’t know about.

You helped Theo up onto the examination table, still standing close by.

“Mummy?” he asked, his big brown eyes staring up at you nervously.

“Yeah, bub?” you asked, kneeling down so you were just a bit lower than him sitting on the table.

“Can I sit in your lap?” he asked, nervously fidgeting with his hands..

After checking with the nurse, you nodded your head. “Of course you can, come here.” You helped him climb into your lap, sitting with his back against your chest and your arms around his stomach. Tom stayed near the door, ready to leave if it got too much for him; he never was very good with needles, or seeing Theo cry.

The woman explained to Theo that she was just taking blood for them to examine and find out what was wrong. He nodded his head enthusiastically, ready to let her do what she needed.

She prepared what she needed while Tom nervously bit at his nails, seeing the reassuring smile you sent his way.

“This is going to hurt a little bit buddy,” she said, finally pressing the needle to the vein in his skin. Tom winced even before Theo did. The boy clearly hated the feeling, beginning to cry softly from the pain of the syringe in his arm.

You saw Tom struggling in the corner, tears welling up in his own eyes as he watched his son squirm in pain.

“You’re okay, bub,” you whispered reassuringly, kissing his head and his cheek, trying to calm him down enough for the woman to take the blood safely. When she’d gotten what she needed she took the needle out, cleaning up his skin and letting him choose a themed plaster.

“Which one would you like?” she asked, showing him his options. His eyes widened and any trace of sadness was gone, pointing straight to the blue and red masked figure.

“Can I have a Spiderman one, please?” he asked. You giggled, seeing her nod her head. She gently flattened it over his skin, making sure it was properly stuck down.

“You can go back to your room, we’ll run some tests and then we’ll be with you as soon as we can.” She informed you both. You nodded your head, helping him off your lap and letting him take Tom’s still sweaty hand.

“Hey, Theo,” you cooed, bending down to his height. He looked at you with a small smile, letting you wipe the drying tears from his face. “That wasn’t so bad was it?” you asked. He shook his head, showing you his plaster again.

“ ‘Cause I’m a big boy, mummy.” You smiled, nodding your head.

“And, you’re just as strong as Spider-Man,”

you whispered.

“And Hulk?” he asked in a tiny voice.

“Even stronger than Hulk,” you confirmed. He giggled, letting go of his dad’s hand to wrap his arms around your neck, being careful of his sore one. You rubbed his back, continuing to praise him for how good he was. You didn’t notice how Tom was staring at you with complete adoration. His heart was melting seeing you interact with your son like this, having gone without witnessing it in person for a while.

He ran back to Tom, gripping his hand and showing off his Spider-Man band aid to his dad proudly. You smiled, shaking your head, following behind them as they walked back to his room.

He was already used to the routine by now, running to his bed when you all entered the room.

“Okay bud, we’ve got a couple hours until they do some more testing, d ’you wanna take a nap or watch a film with me and daddy?” He sat quietly as he thought about it, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration so he could make the right choice.

“Can we watch Iron man?” he asked. You nodded your head, knowing that was one of Tom’s favourites as well and he’d be more than happy to agree. He jumped down, clinging to you while Tom set up the film on his computer.

You grabbed the fluffy blanket you’d brought the day prior, throwing it over your laps to help you get comfortable enough to watch the two hour film. He cheered quietly when it started, being scooped up into Tom’s lap so the two could quietly talk about it, something that had always annoyed you.

You knew it was going to happen, barely even halfway through the movie Theo had started to fall asleep in Tom’s lap, his head resting on his chest. His head kept falling, making him snap his eyes awake and pretend as if he was still watching the film playing on the laptop.

You giggled, trying to tame his messy hair with your fingers.

Tom eventually placed his large hand on Theo’s head, basically smushing his cheek against his chest, softly stroking his bedhead, helping to keep him in place so he could fall asleep. His other arm was around his back, making sure he didn’t fall backwards off his leg.

“He’s missed you.” you said after a while, catching Tom’s attention, forcing him to move his eyes off his sleeping son to look at you. He smiled, kissing the top of his head.

“I missed him too,” he admitted. You and Tom watched as much as you could of the film, checking the time every so often.

Fifteen minutes before his next set of tests were due to start, Tom gently cooed the boy awake, with soft whispers and kisses to his head. He whined, trying to hide his face and fall back to sleep.

“No, no, you’ve got to wake up bub,” he said. Theo begrudgingly opened his eyes, lifting his hand to rub the sleep from them and look at his surroundings.

“ ‘m tired.” You pouted at him, leaning forward to try and tame his messy curls.

“I know, but you can take another nap later.”

The rest of the day dragged on for the boy. He was practically a zombie by the time he was finally able to go to bed, even with the frequent naps.

You had once again taken the seat beside his bed, running your fingers through his messy hair to try and soothe him to sleep quicker.

He was out like a light in minutes, cuddling even deeper into the pillow.

You let out a sigh, slowly moving away from him to lean back in the chair, realising just how uncomfortable you were. Your constant shifting caught Tom’s attention, his gaze burning holes through you, making your face flush.

You noticed Tom trying to keep his eyes open, looking like a little puppy every time he’d slowly shake his head, trying to shake away the impending sleep.

“Hey.” you whispered, catching his attention, again. “Why don’t you get some sleep?”

He shook his head, assuring you he was fine. You rolled your eyes at his blatant stubbornness, remembering this is how he’d always been.

“Why are you so stubborn?” you asked, not meaning for it to come out of your mouth sounding so vicious.

“I wanna stay and talk to you.” You were convinced your heart had stopped beating. You cocked your head in confusion.

“You do?” you asked. He nodded his head, a small smile on his lips as he watched you get over the initial shock you were in.

“Well, what do you want to talk about?” His smile faded, worry forming in the pit of your stomach.

“C-can we talk about us?” he asked, his voice sounding just as unconvincing as his body language looked. You took pity on him, slipping your hand into his, the one that was resting in his lap.

“I guess, but what is there to talk about?” Tom seemed defeated already by your unenthusiastic answer, it sounded to him like you didn’t want this, but after seeing you again yesterday, he was determined to win you back.

“I never really apologized for everything I did,” he said. “I was a dick, and then I just left you both.” You’d spent months hating Tom for him just leaving you with a toddler, but looking at his face now, you could tell he felt awful.

“I want to do better, be a better dad-“ You cut him off, shaking your head.

“You’re an amazing dad.” You saw the hint of a smile when your words registered in his head.

“I want to be better to you, Y/N.” You froze, staring into those brown eyes, trying to see if he meant it. “I’m so, so, sorry, for everything I did,” he whispered.

Over the course of his apology he had managed to shuffle closer to you. Your knees now touched, preventing him from coming any further forward.

“Do you ever think you could give me another chance?” he asked, almost scared to know the answer. You took a deep breath, squeezing his hand.

“Only if you can promise me one thing.” You explained. Tom’s eyes widened, his heart beginning to race.

“Anything,” he mumbled, fully prepared to dedicate himself to you and your child.

“Please come home.” It wasn’t a difficult decision for time this time around like it was the first time. As soon as he saw your puppy dog eyes, he was sold. He rapidly nodded his head, making a mental note to deal with work later.

He reached his hand up, cupping your cheek, seeing you nuzzle your face closer to his touch. You placed your own hand on top of his, turning your head to place a quick kiss on his palm.

“I know i fucked up, big time,” he reiterated, emphasising the big time and pausing for a minute, rubbing his free hand over his mouth. You watched him intently, the thing that was probably making him most nervous.

“But, do you think we could try again?” Your silence scared him. He didn’t know if he’d ever been this worried to hear an answer from someone.

“Yeah, I think we could give it a go.” Tom grinned, his cheeks flushing a light pink shade. He couldn’t wait a second longer, leaning in to press his lips onto yours. The kiss was perfect. Slow, passionate, everything you’d missed since you’d broken up. “But you’re going to have to prove you’re sorry,” you said.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he promised. “I’m really glad to have you back,” he whispered, his forehead leaning on yours and his hand massaging the back of your head. Part of you was screaming that you shouldn’t have taken him back that quickly, but the other part of you had been waiting for him for two years, and you were so happy to have him back.

“Me too.” The moment wasn’t very long lived

after you heard the blankets on the hospital bed rustle, turning your head to see Theo pushing himself into a sitting position. “I think someone else will be too.”

The little boy stared at you both in confusion, not understanding what you were referring to, or why you were suddenly so close again.

“C’mere buddy,” Tom said, motioning for Theo to climb into his arms. The boy climbed down from the bed with minimal struggle, running towards Tom and colliding with him with a loud giggle. Tom made a grunting noise, whining about how strong Theo was and how that hurt.

The boy just laughed at his dad, telling him to stop being silly.

“Do you want to tell him?” Tom asked. You shook your head, flashing him a smile.

“You got this,” you said. Theo looked between you both confused, having no idea what you were talking about, but the nosey part of him really wanted to know. Tom grabbed the boy’s full attention.

“So, daddy’s going to be coming home, is that okay with you?” His eyes widened, his head whipping in your direction, silently asking if it was true. You nodded, your heart melting as tears welled up in his brown eyes.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Tom cooed, rubbing his back as he buried his head in his dad’s chest. He glanced at you, unsure what to do in this situation.

“He’s just happy.” Theo nodded, agreeing with what you said.

“Things are finally going to go back to normal.” You chose not to mention anything about a possible diagnosis with Theo, something that would be far from normal, instead just choosing to soak up the moment, rather than burst your bubble and ruin it.

“Thank you,” you whispered, watching as Tom’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“For what?” You smiled, kissing his cheek and leaning your head on his shoulder.

“For coming home.” He chuckled, kissing his son’s head and then yours.

“You two are my home, no matter where I am.”

<<<>>>

The morning that the doctors announced they had Theo’s results were nerve wracking to say the least. You were panicking almost all day, knee bouncing, driving Tom insane, your hands shaking out of fear. Tom tried to calm you down to the best of his ability, telling you to take deep breaths, holding you or just your hands and constantly trying to reassure you that you needed to be positive. If not for your own sake, at least for Theo’s.

The boy himself had no idea what was happening, he was just happy to be in his mother’s arms more than he usually was, purely because you refused to let go of him.

“Y/N, you have to put him down,” Tom said, trying to pry the boy from your arms. You pouted, scowling at Tom as he took Theo away from you.

“I’m only taking him to the bathroom, we’ll be right back,” he promised, softly kissing your lips before taking him out of the room. You sat down on the hospital bed with a sigh, picking up his teddy and beginning to fiddle with the ribbon tied into a bow around its neck.

You were too in your own head, thinking, to notice Tom come back. You jumped when his hands slid onto your shoulders, turning your head to see his sympathetic expression.

“I know this is hard, but please, just for him,” you nodded, trying your best to put on a brave face for him.

You spent the next few hours watching one of Theo’s favourite cartoons, one you’d seen a million times before, the time seeming to pass by ridiculously slowly for you. Tom was laughing along to the children’s show, making you roll your eyes and cuddle closer to him. It wasn’t until halfway through, possibly the thousandth episode, that the nurse finally entered the room, saving you the torture of having to watch another episode of the cartoon again.

“We’re ready for you,” she smiled. Tom instructed you to take a few deep breaths.

They led the three of you to an office to discuss, letting you take a seat and having Theo sitting comfortably in his dad’s lap.

It felt like you were in there for hours. You knew you should’ve been listening to what they were saying but you couldn’t concentrate at all.

You were pretty sure the woman had started by explaining the reason Theo had fainted and reacted like he did a few days prior. Everything was falling on deaf ears to you, just sounding like muffled noise coming from another room.

Tom was nodding along with what she was saying, asking the occasional question that let you know that at least he was listening. Your four year old was playing with the loose strings of Tom’s hoodie, wrapping them around his fingers and trying to make them curl. It was unfortunately the only thing he had to amuse him right now. Tom hadn’t noticed you weren’t listening, or that your eyes were focusing on your baby boy.

Theo noticed though, turning to you and flashing you a gappy smile that in return made you smile.

It felt like your heart was pounding but simultaneously wasn’t even beating, in this moment you were too scared to.

They’d obviously brought up something about the test results, Tom suddenly reaching over to take a hold of your hand, kissing the top of Theo’s head for comfort.

Tom’s sweaty hand was gripping yours like a vice, you were glad that he was here and he’d flown in, because if it was bad news, you don’t think you could do it alone.

Your mind went blank, not registering any medical words she said until you recognised the two words that made your heart begin to beat again.

“He’s okay.”

You let out a breath of relief, turning to Tom with a grin. He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a quick hug before showering the little boy in kisses.

You carefully lifted him from Tom’s lap, taking him in your arms to give him the tightest hug you could muster. The doctor explained that you were then free to go, letting you go back to collect your baby's stuff and tell him the good news.

“I hope we never have to do this again,” you mumbled, laying your head on Tom’s chest. His hand came up to run over the back of your head, placing a gentle kiss on your crown.

“Me too, but look on the Brightside,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips, “We got our family back.”

You smiled softly, nodding your head against his chest. “Yeah, I guess we did.” You and Tom both turned your heads to look at your energetic baby boy, happy to finally be allowed to take him home again.

“Are you ready to go home, bub?” you asked. You saw his eyes light up, his head nodding rapidly as he clutched your hand. He grabbed his teddy bear, leaving you and Tom grabbed the rest of his stuff.

The three of you left the hospital for what was hopefully the last time. Theo practically skipped to the car, telling you both how excited he was to sleep in his own bed again. Your heart was warm as you looked at your little family, completely over the moon to have them back.

The first thing Theo did when he got home was rush upstairs to his room, telling you he was going to take a nap in his own bed. You shook your head with a smile, feeling Tom’s arms wrap around you. He guided you to the couch, throwing his arm around your shoulders. He started to look around again like he had the other day, taking it all in.

“It feels really good to be home.” You grinned at him, practically attacking him with a sweet kiss. He laughed, letting you pin him down on the couch playfully. “I still can’t believe I gave this up, he said, pushing a few strands of loose hair behind your ears.

“Don’t think about it now, okay?” He nodded, straining his neck to kiss you again.

“Mummy, daddy?” Your head perked up at the sound of the little voice, turning your head to see him coming down the stairs. You climbed off of Tom, giving him the opportunity to sit up.

“I thought you were taking a nap bub?” He pouted, clutching his bear to his chest.

“Will you come with me, just until I fall asleep?” You nodded your head, not giving Tom a chance to answer before you were tugging him with you. Tom scooped him up, carrying the tired baby in his arms.

“Why don’t we get in Mummy and Daddy’s bed,” you said. Tom tried to conceal his smile at what you’d called it, happy you were so ready for things to go back to how they were.

Theo climbed in your bed first, laying right in the middle with a sleepy grin. You got in after, watching Tom stop to take in how much the room had changed.

“I pretty much got rid of everything that reminded me of you,” you explained. He frowned, nodding his head and climbing under the covers of the bed. “ ‘m sorry,” you said.

He shook his head, grabbed your hand to press a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“I deserved it,” you giggled, nodding your head. Your eyes were locked on each other.

“You kind of did.” Theo made a sound of disapproval between you both, trying to get you attention to be on him.

“Sorry bub, were we not paying attention to you?” He shook his head, laying it on your chest just under your chin. You smiled, your heart melting at his affection.

“Goodnight angel,” you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his head. He curled deeper into your chest, a smile spreading across your face.

“Goodnight, little man.” Tom gently ran his hand over the back of Theo’s head, earning a hum in response from the boy.

“You know,” you started, keeping your voice quiet so the boy could sleep, “I’m pretty tired too.” You yawned. Tom threw his arm over you both, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, keeping Theo tucked securely between you two.

He chuckled at your sudden sleepiness, lifting his hand to run through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to fall asleep.” You tried to bite back your smile, feeling him shrug his shoulders playfully.

“S’okay, go to sleep.” He smiled, nuzzling his nose into the top of your head.

“Will you be here when we wake up?” you asked, sounding like a scared child.

“I’ll always be here, now and forever baby.”

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Y/N L/N is a Phoenix, a supernatural who can conjure up fire. When she first meets up with Theo Raeken, he teaches her to use her powers as long as she goes along with his plan to take down the McCall pack. Will she be able to go through with it, especially after experiencing the kindness of Beacon Hills?

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There’s a pounding in your skull, growing louder and louder with every second that passes. You’ve had pain like this before, pain that’s been especially brutal in the last couple of weeks, but never as bad as this. There have been other things, too, flickers of yellow and red appearing out of the corners of your eyes that almost look like flames. They disappear whenever you look too hard, though, and some part of you thinks you might almost be hallucinating.

Today, though, you have no time to worry about that. You’re in class, and supposed to be concentrating on a calculus lesson, but you feel like your skull is about to crack in two, the pressure building until it feels like you’re on the bottom of the ocean. You weakly raise a hand, asking if you can use the bathroom, and once the teacher reluctantly nods you duck out of the class, moving as fast as you can in your deteriorating state.

You barely make it out of the room and close the door behind you before the pain reaches a new height of agony and you collapse against a wall, breathing in and out shallowly. Even that faintest of motions sends you off again, and you squeeze your eyes shut in pain. Luckily, the hallway is empty, but you still clap a hand over your mouth just in case.

The pressure behind your eyes is growing, growing, and then it suddenly releases all at once. The yellow and red lights are all around you again, dancing in a haze in front of you. As you stand up, though, you realize there’s no way you’re just seeing this in a fever dream caused by the pain. Your arms, your hands, every inch of you- it’s all coated in flame. Tongues of it dance to the ceiling, but yet you don’t feel hurt. The fire is all around you, but it doesn’t burn you. Not for a second.

You stare at it, openmouthed, then do your best to calm down and try to reel in the fire. Slowly, painfully slowly, it begins to shrink, fires dying away into mere sparks. You sigh in relief as the last of it goes away, but then your eyes fly up and meet a pair of shocked brown ones across the hall. It’s an English teacher, an old man just crossing in front of the hall.

Your head snaps up, and you turn to him, pleading. “Don’t say anything-not a word- please! It won’t happen again. Please don’t say anything.” The man stares for a moment longer, then nods slowly and walks away as quickly as he can. You sink back against the tile of the hall, which is now hot to the touch. Your head falls into your hands. What just happened to you? And what is going to become of you?

Surprisingly, nothing happens for another few days. You almost believe that you’re going to get away with whatever just happened until the school day ends and you find a group of strange men standing outside your car. The men are dressed in dark clothing, and you can see weapons strapped to their belts and gripped tightly in their hands. You look around for any onlookers to make sure you’re not imagining things, but you’d stayed late after school and the parking lot is empty in the dark night.

They stare at you as you approach, then pull out a man who’s been hiding behind their ranks. “Is that the girl?” The man cowers, then whispers in a hushed voice. “Yes.” You realize with a sickening jolt that the men are speaking to the English teacher, the one from before who’d seen the fire. They release the teacher, who scurries back to the school. You glare at him as he runs past you. “How could you do this! You spineless little-”

One of the men cuts you off with a bitter laugh. “Look, she’s got a temper to match her mistakes. Don’t yell at him, supernatural, he’s a human and therefore far above you.” You turn back to face him, and realize he’s taken a gun out of his belt and is pointing it at you. Your breathing starts to come shallowly, and you realize you’re terrified. “What are you doing? Don’t kill me- I had no idea what was going on!”

The man just shakes his head, laughing. “You don’t get a choice.” His finger tightens on the trigger, and you fling your arms up in front of you. There’s a sudden tightening in your lungs, and then the same thing that had happened earlier happens again- a rushing sound, a pain in your head, and then a wave of flame erupting out of your hands. The men duck for cover, rolling away to escape the fires. The man with the gun isn’t so lucky- he’s coated with burns and lies on the pavement, unconscious from pain.

The other men stare at you, and then raise their weapons. You raise your hands in turn, desperately trying to use your strange abilities again, but nothing happens. Then, there’s a sound from right behind the men. It sounds like the growling of a wild animal. The men turn around, and then a blur of sound and violence hits them.

When the growling stops, the men are lying on the ground, either dead or knocked unconscious. Your rescuer turns out to be a teenage boy about your age, with dark hair and eyes like the stormy sky. You stare at him, at the claws extended from his fingertips and his eyes, which glow a gold color you’ve never seen before. He looks at you for a second before retracting his claws. “My name is Theo. I’m here to save you from the hunters. I can teach you how to use your powers.”

That was how you met Theo Raeken, how you learned just what supernaturals were, and the beginning of your journey to master your abilities. Theo told you that you were a phoenix, some powerful supernatural being he’d never even heard of before he saw you. As the weeks passed, you learned to control the fire that shot from your hands, the strange gut instincts that told you snatches and glimpses of the future, and how to heal and fight like any other supernatural.

You also learned the truth about Theo Raeken, and his plan to save all of the supernaturals in a small town called Beacon Hills. Theo was a chimera, of course, not a werewolf like so many others. You had met the Dread Doctors, too, although they weren’t as interested in you because you weren’t a chimera that they could experiment on in some way. You were thankful for that- despite Theo’s assurances that they wouldn’t hurt you and were on your side, they still seemed like terrifying forces that would kill you at a moment’s notice and enjoy it, too.

You and Theo crafted a careful plan for your arrivals at Beacon Hills. You would show up first, claiming that you had heard of a true alpha in town and had hoped he could protect you from the hunters. You would reveal your status as a phoenix, but only after he’d accepted you into his ranks. Theo would arrive about a month or so later, and would help save you from some errant chimera who would attack the school. You would use your new friendship with the McCall pack to ensure that the others trusted Theo, and then you two would work to destroy the pack from the inside.

Although the pack would be kind to you, you knew better than to trust them. Theo had told you all about the McCall pack, and how they left a trail of destruction and dead innocents in their wake. Besides, only a few of the pack would be injured after the plan was fully carried out, Theo made that clear to you. Their powers would be taken, Theo would become as strong as a chimera possibly could and then the two of you would leave town to take down hunters with the aid of the Dread Doctors if necessary.

On the day you were set to leave your old hideout behind and begin the drive to Beacon Hills, you found yourself speaking with Theo for the last time until the next stage of the plan. The two of you had driven your car out to a ridge overlooking some great swathe of woods, and you stood right next to him, hearts beating as one. You glanced over your shoulder at the chimera, trying to ingrain this last memory of him into your mind before you had to leave.

You had grown close to Theo since he had saved you from those hunters, and you had spent almost two months with him. He had been there to teach you everything you knew about the supernatural world, and you had made yourself indispensable to the formation of his plan to gain power. You had lived almost your entire life without him, but now you find you don’t even want to leave his side for a month.

Theo notices your gaze and smiles, a light bittersweet tang stopping him from looking fully content. “I’m going to miss you, you know.” He says, reaching out an arm to wrap casually around your waist. You return his smile. “I’ll miss you too. I keep telling myself that it’ll only be a month, but even that seems too long.” Theo considers you for a second, then leans forward and presses a kiss onto your lips. He draws back just an inch, speaking in a whisper. “Wait for me. I’ll come as soon as I can.” “I will. You know I will.” He nods slowly. “Good.” Then he kisses you one last time, one final time before time tears the two of you apart.

The drive over to Beacon Hills takes about two hours. You play the radio in the car on the way over, head nodding absentmindedly when you hear a good song come on. You’re silent almost the entire time, head still spinning thinking about the boy you left behind. This is the plan, you tell yourself, you knew this was coming all along. Yet it still hurts to be apart.

It’s surprisingly easy to convince the McCall pack that you can be trusted. You recite the same excuse you’ve been rehearsing for months about how your family was killed by hunters and you knew a pack with a True Alpha would be able to keep you safe. They practically fall over themselves in a rush to assure you that everything will be fine, that you’re one of them now, and that means they’ll always have your back. It’s almost laughable to see their generosity.

They’re actually pretty good people, you notice, and you’ve only known them for a couple of weeks. It’s strange- they give off this warm atmosphere, like by running with them you’re a part of some supernatural family that always protects each other. You watch as Scott teaches Liam how to be a werewolf, how Stiles makes sure Lydia’s alright after she uses her banshee abilities. Some dark part of you twists inwardly at the realization that you’ll be the one to tear this apart, to take this perfect set of paper dolls and set fire to everything around them. You do your best to push away that rising feeling of guilt. Theo will be here soon, and he will make sure everything will be better.

Tonight is the Senior Scribe, the night you’ve been waiting for the past month. You all show up to the school, sign your names on the shelves of the library, then head out. Scott, Malia, Kira, Lydia, Stiles, and yourself have just arrived at the school, and are walking around the area. Just like clockwork, there’s the chimera attacking the pack, and just as planned, it’s extremely hard to defeat. Scott and Malia are slashing it with their claws, Kira’s got her kitana out, and you’re shooting fire out of your palms.

The chimera lunges at you, and you duck and roll underneath it. It’s about to reach around and hit you again, and then just as it reaches you it whips back around, smarting from an injury dealt by some unknown rescuer. You smile to yourself. Even without seeing his face, you know who’s just arrived. Man, you’ve missed him so much.

Sure enough, when the defeated chimera eventually runs away to face the wrath of the Dread Doctors, the pack turns to face Theo, who’s standing a few feet away with a smirk. His eyes shift to you for just the briefest of seconds, and you feel your heart race at the warmth in his gaze. Then, Scott asks him who he is and what he’s doing in Beacon Hills, and Theo’s focus snaps back to the pack.

Theo is eventually able to speak in his defense, and although Stiles seems to have some strange suspicion about the chimera, you’re able to convince him and the rest of the pack that Theo’s alright. After Senior Scribe, you head in your car and drive home, only to find a figure waiting for you when you walk in and lock your door behind you.

You beam at him as he walks over to you. Theo kisses you, then draws back to look at you. “I missed you so much, you know that?” You laugh quietly. “Trust me, I missed you even more. I can’t wait until this is all over and we can just be ourselves again.” Theo nods, agreeing, and leans forward to kiss you again.

You’re running with Mason towards the library. Something’s wrong- something is very, very wrong. When you burst through the doors, you freeze in your tracks. Melissa McCall is kneeling over her son. Scott is lying on the ground, chest covered in blood. Your hand flies to your mouth. “He’s dead. Oh my God, Scott is dead.” Melissa shakes her head fervently. “He’s not dead. Not yet. He can’t be dead, he can’t be.”

You and Mason watch as she performs CPR, but you can’t focus on anything through the spinning in your head. This was not supposed to happen, Scott was not supposed to be hurt this badly- god, the guy might be dead forever and it’s all your fault. You start to pace back and forth, breathing heavily as the full extent of what you’d just done hits you. There’s a slight gasp behind you, and you whirl around to see Scott sitting up slowly.

You let out a shaky sigh, relieved. “Scott, you’re alright.” Staring at him, at the werewolf who’s barely older than you and yet just died right in front of your eyes, is starting to make you realize something about your involvement in Theo’s plans. You start to walk away from Scott and towards the door. “I think I need to have a conversation with Theo.” You mutter, and Scott weakly holds out an arm to you. “Wait, Y/N!” You turn back to face him, eyes starting to bubble up with tears at the overwhelming guilt of what you’ve caused. “I didn’t know you were going to be hurt. I didn’t know any of this was going to happen. I’m so sorry, Scott.”

Scott nods slowly. “It’s alright. Just promise me you won’t tell Theo that I’m alive. Until we get a better plan, I need him to think I died.” You stare at him for a second longer, then nod as well. “He won’t know a thing.” With that, you drag your eyes away from Scott’s bloodsoaked form, and your feet carry you out of the library and towards your car.

You’re not entirely aware that you’re driving at all, just that you end up striding hurriedly through the tunnels to where Theo was staying. Your guess as to his location is correct, as you throw open a door to reveal the chimera standing in front of the Dread Doctors’ empty operating room. He turns when he sees you, but his smile starts to fall flat when he sees the tears and look of horror on your face.

He walks quickly up to you, starting to wrap his arms around you but you shake them off. “Don’t touch me.” You say, backing away from him. Theo frowns at you. “What’s wrong?” You just give him a bitter glare. “You never told me that Scott would be hurt, that any of this would happen!” You choke back a sob. “Scott is dead, and his blood is on my hands. Why did you lie to me?”

Theo sighs. “I knew if I told you everything you wouldn’t have trusted me. This was the only way. Nothing like that will ever happen again, I promise. The Dread Doctors said that if he died, no one else would have to get hurt.” You just shake your head in disbelief. “And why should I believe a word you say? How do I know you’re not lying again?”

Your words seem to cut Theo like a knife. “This is the only thing we could have done.” His voice drops a little, cracking. “I love you, Y/N. Isn’t that enough?” You just shake your head, feeling more tears bubbling up but you can’t find the strength to wipe them away. “I can’t do this, Theo. They’re good people. I can’t hurt them.” Theo’s eyes widen as he realizes what you’re saying. “Y/N, wait! Don’t go. I love you!” You look at him one last time. “I love you too. More than anything, but this is too much. I’m sorry.” With that, you turn and leave the room, hearing the desperate shouts of the boy you love disappearing behind you with every step.

You confess everything to the McCall pack. You tell them how you first met Theo, about the Dread Doctors, about the plan the two of you had created. You apologize profusely, saying that you would understand if they want you to leave and never want to see you again. It’s the least they could ask for, judging by how much hurt you have caused them. Yet they shake their heads, reaching out their arms and saying that they still want you in town. Your powers as a phoenix could come in handy, and your connection to Theo could be used as a weakness against him.

You’re walking with Mason and Liam in school a few days later, and glance over at the werewolf when you see his gaze shift from distracted to furious. “What’s wrong, Liam?” He just jerks his head in the direction of a pair of people leaning up against the lockers. “Theo. He’s got Hayden following him now.” You follow his gaze to see Theo smirking at Liam, taking pride in the rush of anger caused by the sight of Theo barely inches away from Hayden. The sight hurts you, too, and in a sudden impulse you turn to Liam.

“Two can play at that game, you know.” Liam registers what you’re saying and grins, casually looping his arm around your shoulders. Theo sees this and his gaze flashes with pain for a second before becoming a glare. Liam laughs as the three of you turn down a hallway. “That felt good.” He says, and you force a laugh. Did it, though? Did it not hurt even more to see how quickly Theo moved on from you, or the fact that he still loves you just as much as you love him?

The days come and go, each just as painful as the next. It hurts you to leave Theo, and it feels like your heart’s been cut open and left bleeding on the floor. Even though you know that he lied to you and killed Scott and done any number of horrible things, you find you still love him. You’ll probably always love him.

After the Beast is released and begins to plague the streets of Beacon Hills, you can tell Scott and the McCall pack are desperate for something, anything, to do to save those they care about. When Liam pulls you aside after class one day, you’re not surprised to hear that he and Scott have found a possible plan to save the town.

“There’s only one problem, though.” He tells you as the two of you head down the halls. You look at him quizzically. “What is it? Too dangerous?” Liam winces. “No- we realized we needed more people on our side and so we formed a temporary alliance with Theo.” You stop in your tracks. “What? Theo?” Liam nods. “Is that alright with you?” You look at him, then back down the halls. “I don’t know. I just wish I knew what to do when I see him again.”

When you finally arrive at your house at the end of the day, your head is still spinning. Theo, working by your side again? You have been purposefully avoiding him this whole time, as every glance across a crowded room feels like a thousand daggers thrown into your heart. It hurts to see him, to know that you left him and can’t ever return to his side, no matter how much you miss him. The lock clicks behind you, but you frown slightly. There’s something wrong here, some scent that you haven’t caught in a long time-

The light flicks on in the room, revealing an all too familiar figure. Your breath catches slightly in your throat. “Theo.” “Y/N.” He looks just like that silhouette in your memory, the same dark hair slightly tousled from where he raked his hands through it in frustration, same gray eyes that draw you in until you feel like drowning, same light smile that makes you want to run to him. But you remember yourself, and force your feet to stay right where they are.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice breaks the stillness, and you’re slightly surprised to hear it. Theo sighs. “I know you heard about my alliance with Scott. I just wanted to see if- if you still hated me. I don’t hate you, you know. Never could. I just needed to see if I had a chance with you anymore, or if I should just try to forget you, even if I know it’ll never work.”

You feel a bitter laugh spilling out of you. “Theo, I could never move on from you if I tried. Don’t you know that? I’ve tried to forget you a hundred times every day, and it never works. I can’t stop loving you.” Theo looks up at that, a quiet smile crossing his lips. “I’m not asking for forgiveness. Just a second chance.” He starts to walk towards you again, slowly at first, and keeps moving until he’s only a few inches away from you when he realizes you’re not going to stop him.

You tilt your head up to face him, breath starting to come unevenly when you notice how close you are to him. The light warmth from his breath makes your head rush. “I think that could work.” You manage, and he looks at you, that same full gaze that you’ve missed for a very long time. “I’d like nothing more.” He leans in and kisses you, and you feel more complete than you have since you first walked away. You don’t have to leave now. Even if things aren’t perfect, even if the path you walk is jagged and broken, at least you’ll be able to bear it with him at your side.

#theo raeken #theo raeken imagine #theo raeken x reader #theo raeken imagines #teen wolf #teen wolf theo #teen wolf theo imagine #teen wolf theo x reader #teen wolf theo imagines #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagines #oneshot

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kai-anakin · 4 years

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I love you

Summary: Theo and Y/N never got along. The pack knew this, their friends knew this, everyone knew this, but as a tragic attack leaves Y/N badly hurt... Theo starts to realize what he truly feels for Y/N

Warnings: Angst, kinda slowburn

Authors note: this is my first fic ever so it might not be that good but I hope y’all enjoy 🥺

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I had gotten a call from Stiles a few minutes ago telling me to hurry my ass out of my house for a new pack mission. He has been my best friend for years and the only other human besides myself in the McCall pack. I was assigned to go with Scott to find our newest enemy alpha leader. He was said to have a large pack of betas and known to be dangerous and would do anything for power. Yah not scary at all right.

As Scott and I left his car, we realized we walked into a trap. Multiple betas came hurdling at us as we tried to defend ourselves. One beta, probably just turned recently, came for my throat and left a huge mark. My neck was burning but I had to fight back or he would probably rip my throat out. Another beta came at me fast and I didn’t have time to react. They clawed at my abdomen. The room looked as if it was spinning and my head was pounding. I could tell I was losing a lot of blood already. Luckily Scott was there and managed to help us both escape into his car. He noticed the amount of blood I was losing and rushed me back to his house where the rest of our pack resided.

Everything was fast paced now. I could hear Stiles and Liam panicking as Lydia and Malia were yelling at Scott to rush me to the hospital. Lydia ran for her keys while Scott hurried me into his car. Derek was planning on driving, knowing how reckless Scott would be if he was driving while stressed. I looked around in the vehicle and everyone in the pack was present. Everyone but Theo. Of course he wouldn’t come, why would he? Actually it was quite a surprise that he didn’t come to laugh at my demise. To mock me for being weak and defenseless. To tell me how I don’t deserve to be in Scott’s pack. I tried as hard as I could to block out any thoughts about him, but I hate him so much sometimes he’s all I remember, all I can think about.

I always gloated to Theo about how much better I was than him. Now look at me, lying on my death bed barely breathing. A few minutes later I could hear the doctor outside telling Malia I would be fine after she threatened to rip his throat out. Typical Malia, her hearts in the right place at least, gotta love her for that.

The thought of coming out of this alive was unbelievable. I was human, I’m meant to be expendable but here I am. I survived. And with this thought I blacked out once again.

It’s been a few weeks since the incident and I started to recover slowly. I decided to make some popcorn and sit down to watch a movie when I heard a knock on my door. It was probably Stiles coming back to check in on me so I hurried to the door.

Once I opened the door I saw Theo. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. Bags under his eyes, messy hair, pale skin. I didn’t want to admit it but at times he made we wish I didn’t hate him the way I did. It was no secret that Theo was incredibly attractive and almost everyone at beacon hills high school was in love with him. Everyone but me. We stared at each other for a while until I finally motioned for him to come into the house. He seemed more tense than usual and I really wanted to ask why but at the same time my ego got in the way.

We stood in silence for a bit without saying anything to each other. My stitches started to burn and I winced in pain. I guess Theo seemed to notice because he rushed over and helped me onto my couch. He finally decided to say something.

“So I heard about your injury” he said awkwardly, trying to make conversation

“Yah it’s better now” I said giving him a small smile

“Why did you go with Scott”

“What?”

“Why did you with him? You’re human, you know you would get hurt if you went against a whole pack of betas and an alpha” he said, his voice getting louder after each word

“He’s my friend, no one else could’ve gone with him because it was such short notice and we needed intel. I trust him with my life”

“You could’ve gotten killed by the way, do you understand that?” I’ve never seen Theo so angry and seeing him act like this annoyed me. Why was he doing this?

“Guess what, I’m alive and now we realize that the alpha is smarter than we expected. Enough intel has been obtained and now we can plan better for our next attack”

“What if you weren’t so lucky? What if I had lost y-” Theo was quick to stop himself. I didn’t hear the last part since he got so quiet.

“Why does this even matter to you? You hate me don’t you. Go about your day. Mock me. Make fun of me. That’s all you ever do right?”

“You really don’t get it do you”

“Get what? You hate me, I hate you. Why do you care so much, is it cause you won’t have anyone to belittle anymore if I died? Or is it cause you wanted to be the one to finish the job” I screamed in frustration

At this point Theo was mad. He looked at me, blue eyes piercing through my soul. I needed an answer. He can’t just come barging into my house, then tell me what to do.

“Why are you so quiet? Tell me why you came here.”

“ITS BECAUSE IM IN LOVE WITH YOU”

Theo realized what he said and quickly turned around, not able to look into my eyes. I still couldn’t process any of it. Was this just another trick to make me vulnerable? I hated him, I need to hate him. I couldn’t let my feelings get the best of me and let me expose myself to him. Theo started walking towards the door and grabbed the handle. I had to stop him. I knew the answer now.

“Theo..” I said so lightly but I knew he heard me. He was a werewolf after all.

He stopped before he could open the door, slowly turning to me. Theo still couldn’t face me but I inched closer to him. I didn’t need superhearing to hear how fast and loud his heart was beating. He couldn’t have been lying. I’ve never seen him so vulnerable.

“Look I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You don’t owe me anything in return, I’ll leave now”

I moved my hand to his face, we were both afraid of what was happening but we let it happen. We wanted this. He flinched slightly at the touch of my hand at his face.

“Y/N I didn’t realize it at first, but all those times we fought, made fun of each other, teased one another... I enjoyed that. I missed you so much. Over the last few weeks I finally understood how much you mean to me. I can’t lose you Y/N. I was afraid that you would get hurt again which is why I was mad. You make me feel something no one has ever made me feel. I love you Y/N”

“Theo... I guess I didn’t want to come to terms with how I felt about you. Considering how annoying you were when we first met” the both of us laughed, remembering all those times we would tease each other to our hearts content. “But now I know, I love you theo raeken”

Theo started to smile and I could see him shy away. He lowered my hand away from his face and held it tightly. He took my face with his other hand and we looked deeply into each other’s eyes. We both wanted this so badly but neither of us could start it. I guess Theo couldn’t handle the tension anymore (he was always the more impatient one) and he smashed his lips onto mine. The kiss was innocent but intense all at once. If we didn’t run out of air we could’ve been doing this for hours. As soon as we started to stop breathing heavily he grabbed my waist and kissed me again. I moved my hand to his hair as he moved his lips to my neck. I never wanted anything more than him.

Unfortunately our fun came to an end once we heard Stiles’ Jeep pull over. I guess he finally remembered to check in on me. This boy never had good timing. EVER.

Stiles made a grand entrance through the door and saw me and Theo in each other’s arms.

“What the hell happened here?!?”

#theo raeken #theo raeken x reader #theo raekan imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #stiles stilinski #liam dunbar #malia tate #scott mccall #lydia martin #angst #slowburn #fanfiction #theo raeken x you

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remmyswritings · 4 years

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Dragon Rider

Hello my lovely Puffs! I hope you enjoy this fic that not only includes Theodore Nott but also the second babe of my dreams: Charlie Weasley. I’m definitely considering writing for Charlie sometime in the future so let me know what you think pretty please :) <3

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Theo couldn’t believe how his life had turned out after the war. Realizing he couldn’t stay in London, he traveled around Europe until he somehow found himself in Romania face to face with a dragon. That’s when he met the man that changed his life: Charlie Weasley.

“Oy, mate!” the man exclaimed as quietly as he could, “You need to stay as still and as quiet as possible.

Theo merely nodded, so caught up in awe of the beautiful creature in front of him. Of course the first time he stumbles in front of a dragon’s nest it just so happens to be that of an Antipodean Opaleye.

Next thing he knew, the man moved around and threw a rock in the opposite direction of him, causing the dragon to look away with just enough time for him to reach over and grab Theo, apparating away with him.

The man landed them in front of a tent where he dragged Theo inside, “Here why don’t you sit down and I’ll get us some tea.”

Theo stood there in shock, not expecting such hospitality.

“Well,” he hesitated, “we can stand instead if you want.”

Theo then shook his head, “No no it’s fine. Sorry I just think I’m a bit in shock.”

“No need to apologize,” the red head- one that reminded him of a certain set of twins that were two years ahead of him in school- joined him at the table, “it’s always a bit of a shock when you see your first dragon.”

“It wasn’t my first time though. I just couldn’t help but admire her beauty. That was an Antipodean Opaleye, right?” Theo looked towards the man with eyes full of curiosity.

A smile formed on the man’s face, one that seemed to be full of pride, “Yes, you’re right! How rude of me, I haven’t introduced myself, I’m Charlie Weasley.”

“Weasley?” Theo couldn’t help the question, “Like the prankster twins? Sorry, I meant George-“

“No it’s perfectly fine… and ya I’m one of their older brothers,” Charlie’s smile dimmed slightly at the mention of his younger siblings.

“I’m Theodore… Nott,” he hesitated waiting to see how Charlie would react at the mention of his last name, “but I typically go by Theo or Teddy.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Theo,” Charlie brought out his hand to shake Theo’s. “Say you seem pretty tired, why don’t you crash here for the next couple of days? It looks as though you haven’t seen a proper bed in a while.”

“No,” Theo looked down bashfully, “No I couldn’t properly intrude.”

Charlie shook his head, “My mum would have a fit if I found out I’d met a person in need of help… so no you’re staying here.”

“I guess I don’t have much of a choice then do I,” Theo chuckled.

Charlie laughed and nodded his head, “You really don’t.”

After that day, a brotherhood had formed between the two men, one that surpassed a typical mentor-mentee relationship… that’s right, Theo started to work with Charlie the next day. It had been around three years since that day that Charlie came to Theo with a proposition: come with me to the Burrow this summer.

Charlie would return to his family every 6 months for a couple weeks at least, and by now he felt it was time that his two families: his blood family and his new “brother” actually spent time with one another. Obviously Charlie informed his mother of Theo the night that he found him in front of that dragon and by then everyone else in the family knew that Theo wasn’t like his father… he didn’t believe in those pureblood beliefs. Yet, this was the first time that Charlie had even brought up the idea to Theo, possibly because this was the first time that you’d also be returning to the Burrow since you left after the war.

To him, you weren’t just Ginny’s best friend, you were also a little sister. Someone that he saw blossom into a beautiful, mature woman having gone through trauma after trauma only to come out of it even stronger. So in his head, you and Theo were perfect for one another, and he wasn’t the only one to believe that- so did his mother. Those two couldn’t help their matchmaking tendencies, the second you and Theo, respectively, decided to go to the Burrow for those couple of weeks.

You knew you were in for one hell of a treat when you landed in the front garden only to find a particularly rugged redhead standing outside, “Charlie!”

He turned the second you called his name, only to see you running straight towards him, jumping into his arms for a long hug. Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at your antics… even after all this time you still got excited when you saw your friends.

“Your mom didn’t mention anything about you coming as well,” hints of your new American accent tainting the air.

He placed you down on the ground and held your forearms so as to get a better look at you, “Well might I remind you, little missy, that you’re the one who hasn’t visited in a while, not me.”

“Ok, ok. Point taken,” with the slight distance between you and Charlie, you were able to look over his shoulder to find another man standing there. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see that someone was with you.”

Charlie chuckled, knowing that you truly did feel bad about not having seen Theo, “It’s alright Y/N. You can make up for it later,” he winked cheekly. He turned behind him and grabbed Theo by his forearm bringing him closer to the two of you, “Y/N, this is Theo. He works with me on the Reserve. Theo, this is Y/N. She’s been living abroad the last couple of years and is Ginny’s best friend.”

You looked up at Theo, only to realize that you recognized him from Hogwarts- something that you had no plans of bringing up unless he mentioned it- “It’s really nice to meet you Theo,” you smiled brightly with a small blush accompanying it.

Before Theo could respond, a certain redhead that happened to miss you the most came rushing out of the house, “Y/N YOU’RE HERE!” Ginny tackled you into the ground as she went in to give you a hug.

“Ginny,” you groaned out, “I love that I get to see you too but I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t try to crush me por favor.”

Ginny rushed to stand up pulling you with her, “Sorry about that. Also what was the last thing that you said? I didn’t understand it.”

“She said please,” Theo smiled softly, “right?” he turned to you looking you straight in the eye.

You nodded, and then lowered your eyes as you felt a blush grow from your neck.

Charlie watching your interaction with amusement, as it merely confirmed what he believed: you and Theo would be perfect for one another. It was then that he knew he needed to put his plan into action, starting with the two of you sitting next to one another. He had a feeling his mother was most likely going to think the same thing, so he merely hoped that she had set up the seats in such a way to make it happen.

The four of you walked into the house and enjoyed the company of all the other Weasleys and their partners until Molly said the fateful words, “Dinner’s ready!”

According to plan, you and Theo sat next to each other only it seemed as though you would never have the chance to get to know one another since everyone else wanted to learn about how the last years had treated you. Once dinner had ended you’d finally decided to do a Gryffindor thing and ask Theo to join you outside for a walk.

Thankfully, Theo and Charlie were the only ones left in the living room. Walking up to them, you tapped Theo on the shoulder, “I was wondering if you’d like to join me outside for a bit,” you whispered.

Charlie answered for Theo, “You know what Y/N that sounds like a great idea, you two should do that! I’m starting to get a bit tired anyway so I’m gonna head up. Goodnight the two of you,” he headed to the stairs, turning back to send Theo a quick wink.

Theo stood up and grabbed your arm softly, “Shall we?”

There was an awkward silence between the two of you when you made it outside, as if you were waiting for the other to speak, “What is there-” “Are you-”

You cut each other off and then laughed at each other’s eagerness. You then motioned to Theo, “Why don’t you go first?”

“Ok,” he nodded, “I was just wondering if there was something between you and Charlie you seem really close.”

A blush grew on your face as you shook your head, “Oh no! He’s like my older brother and either way I think he is a bit too old for me even if I am into slightly older men. What about you, are you with anyone?”

Theo’s eyes seemed to brighten at your response, “No, I hadn’t met anyone at the reserve who I really felt I could be in a relationship with.”

“Really,” you slowly looked at him seeing the hopeful look in his eyes, one that you knew you were mimicking, “Well you said hadn’t so I’m assuming that you’ve found someone then.”

Theo stepped forward and slowly brought your hand to his lips, “Well… there is this really beautiful and quite frankly wicked woman who I remember from my Hogwarts days for being an incredibly kind and loyal Puff.”

You brought Theo’s hand to your waist and then wrapped your arms around his neck, “It just so happens then that there is this very handsome and interesting man who just so happened to come and visit with my best friend’s brother.”

“Oh really,” he brought you closer to his body.

You leaned in slowly, your hands tickling the tips of his hair, “Mmhmm, I’m just wondering if he’s going to kiss me or not.”

“He definitely is,” he closed the gap between the two of you, his lips slowly and softly touching yours so as to give you the space to back away if you wanted to. When he pulled away, he placed his forehead against yours and swayed with you in his arms, “Tu eres la mas bella mujer que yo he conocido.”

The two of you stood there for who knows how long merely enjoying one another’s presence and stealing a couple more soft kisses before you went off to bed. For the first time since the war, both you and Theo slept soundly, happiness filling your bodies after finding your person.

translation: “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”

#theo thirst #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x y/n #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #gimme more prompts

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merakiui · 4 years

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Day Team Slumber Party

(I wrote this on a whim based off of Ethan saying he’ll get nightmares if there’s too much on his mind and if he forces himself to rest, and June suggesting that everyone should sleep together to solve the problem. lol There’s no point in this, but I want to think it’s an enjoyable read. Now I’ll get back to working on everyone’s requests!)

It’s Louis who complains about the not-so-perfect sleep he had the other night. His fellow teammates look at him, and it’s June who asks for an elaboration. Ethan wishes he wouldn’t, and Theo can only force a small smile while he takes extreme interest in his chopsticks.

“What could be giving you trouble, my brother?” June practically shouts, slamming his drink on the table. “Are you suffering from any nightmares? Is it a vengeful spirit? Tell me and I’ll make sure no one gives you trouble! We’re brothers for a reason!”

Louis, having been given an opportunity, feigns a forlorn expression, holding a gloved hand over his chest. “Your overwhelming kindness is but a mere balm to soothe my pain! Surely you understand the horrid imperfections an improper sleep brings.” He sighs, wiping a faux tear from the corner of his eye. “If this continues any longer, my beautiful skin shall be tarnished! The mirrors may crack if I walk past, and I simply cannot let that happen.”

“Ah.” It slips from Theo without his meaning to, and he figures a small explanation won’t hurt. “Louis, I’m sure you’ll sleep better if you stop worrying.”

“Worry? ‘Tis a silly implication, my handsome Theo! Alas, what shall I do if I’m not as beautiful as the sun? Which, if you haven’t noticed, must shine brighter than everything else!”

“Well, you are the sun, aren’t you?” He means it as a joke, but he knows better than to assume Louis will laugh.

June grins. “I agree with brother Theo! It is just as he says. We must fix this problem of yours so that you can continue to shine as bright as the afternoon sun. That’s what our team represents, isn’t it, my brothers?!”

Ethan rolls his heterochromatic eyes. Though these types of shenanigans are a common happening within the Day Team, it doesn’t do anything to dispel his annoyed state. “We really shouldn’t be enabling such a narcissistic fool. Don’t you have anything better to do than to weep about something so insignificant?”

“How can you say that, brother Ethan? A good rest leads to a healthy mindset!”

“And a lovely lifestyle,” Louis adds, posing dramatically before the three Reapers.

“Why don’t you drink something that’s bound to make you fall asleep? Chamomile is known to treat insomnia, so I could brew you a cup if you’d like.”

“A perfect prince such as myself would never fall victim to that disease you call insomnia!”

It was worth a shot, Theo thinks, deflating. I’m afraid there’s no getting through to him.

“I doubt you’d know what a disease is,” Ethan says, crossing his arms. “You’re quite the disease yourself.”

“Your words wound my already fractured heart!” Louis slumps against the table, woefully sighing. “How cruel of you.”

“Insults won’t fix anything either. Maybe you’re reading too much into this. Everyone’s had their fair share of sleepless nights. You’re no different, Louis. The problem might lie in the fact that you’ve been sleeping in an uncomfortable position, or you’ve had too many heavy thoughts. Whatever it may be, I’m sure you’ll be able to overcome it in no time,” Theo says, shifting so he’s slightly in between Ethan and Louis. “You just need to fix your sleeping habits.”

“That’s it!” June jumps up from his seat. “The answer to your problem is simple! We’ll spend a night together!”

“Excuse me?” Ethan raises a brow.

“Um...” Theo trails on his words. “I don’t think that’s—”

“A marvelous idea! Truly spectacular, my dear June.” Louis applauds him, all traces of sadness gone from his face. “Please tell me more.”

“I’ve heard about it from the manager. They used to participate in a tradition where their closest friends came together for an evening of fun! Something called a slumber party.”

“That sounds too noisy. I’m not going to lose sleep because someone can’t seem to turn away from his own reflection at night.”

“Ethan’s got a point. Aren’t parties a bit too exciting for a time when we should be asleep? Won’t the manager be upset if we’re too tired to work the following day?”

“Nonsense! The manager should join us! They’ll get a chance to see the flawless Prince Louis in his silken night clothes. ‘Tis a sight to behold. Manager may go blind from how perfect I am, even in the late hours of the night.”

“If the manager’s going to be there...” Theo’s cheeks redden at the prospect of spending time with the manager outside of work hours. “I guess it wouldn’t be all that bad.”

“Brothers!” June gathers everyone’s attention, which isn’t a difficult task because he’s practically got the entire cafeteria watching him. “Have you forgotten about brother Louis? We must help him get a good night’s sleep! Therefore we’ll try this slumber party the manager mentioned, and it’ll restore his well-being!”

“I’m declining, so don’t ask again.”

“I’d rather sleep by myself, if I’m being honest.”

“A little company never hurt anyone.”

“We have to stick together in times like these. When one of us falls, the others should be there to help him up! That’s why we’re brothers!”

There’s not much of an argument here, and it’s not like either of them will give up—or listen to logic for that matter. Besides, a slumber party—whatever that may entail—can’t be entirely bad, right? Theo’s willing to give it a try if it means hanging out with June more, but Ethan refuses to even accept the idea. He thinks it’s a waste of time that’ll only make the issue worse. And he can’t be blamed for his thoughts, no matter how cold they may be.

If only any of them knew the true purpose of a slumber party.

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“All right! Everything has been prepared. The futons are laid out, tea has been brewed, and we’re dressed appropriately. Let us commence our first slumber party, brothers!” June laughs energetically, pumping a fist in the air.

“Sure.” Theo already regrets agreeing. The manager is absent, and somehow Ethan’s managed to join. “I’m glad everyone’s here.”

Ethan scoffs under his breath. “What’s the point in trying to sleep alone now? I’ll just hear you from outside my door.”

“What are we supposed to do, though? I’m a little confused.”

“Good question! Allow me to enlighten you.” Louis is holding a rose between his fingers as he speaks, twirling it as though it were a lock of hair. “You are to sleep wonderfully with the deepest of dreams! Naturally, that shouldn’t be a problem for us. After all, it’s called a slumber party for a reason. With this, I’ll finally be able to catch up on all of that precious beauty rest I missed.”

“Oh. We’re just supposed to sleep, then?”

“Precisely.”

Theo turns to June for confirmation, who says, “We’ll do all sorts of things to tire ourselves out so that we can sleep without fail!”

“That sounds fun, but I’m already tired. I’ll just finish my tea before heading to bed.”

Ethan nods, agreeing with Theo’s easy escape method. “I suppose I’ll do the same.”

“That’s hardly enjoyable,” Louis states, admiring the flower’s vibrant petals while letting out his signature laugh. “Doesn’t this color match Ethan’s charming hair? Perhaps he was born amongst the rose bushes to have gained such a blessed hue!”

“You talk too much.”

“And you hardly talk at all! We should enjoy this night to its fullest potential. I propose we admire my beauty for the rest of the evening! My face will surely lull you to sleep, as will my splendid voice. Consider yourselves lucky! I’ll sing a lullaby for you, my sleepless friends.”

Louis makes a motion to begin singing, and he’s promptly cut off when a pillow is thrown at him, hitting him square in the face. On the other end is Ethan, whose brow lowers in a fierce glare. The perfect prince is shocked, mouth slightly agape at the audacity of his fellow teammate.

“My face!” he exclaims, bolting upright to get to the nearest reflective surface.

June lets out another laugh, grabbing the pillow and testing its softness. “Excellent aim, brother Ethan! This seems like a worthwhile game. Catch, brother Theo!”

Theo has just enough time to set his teacup down before the pillow makes contact with his chest. “Junee, I wasn’t ready!” There’s a hint of a smile on his features. “Louis, your face is fine. This pillow couldn’t hurt even a vengeful spirit.”

“How can you be so sure? Check the material! Anything could be a hazard to my endless perfection.”

June stands up to drag Louis back, an arm slung around him. “Fear not, brother! You’re glowing!”

“If you say so, then it must be true. You have an eye for perfection, June!” He swoops down to grab another pillow, eyeing it with a hint of mild distrust. “This should tire us out thoroughly!”

The three Reapers toss pillows back and forth with the objective of hitting one another. Catching seems to be thrown out the window in favor of playing such a childish game. Every now and then, a pillow grazes Ethan, and despite his grumbling he ends up returning the throw, whacking June in the side. So begins a worthless contest of agility, strength, and endurance between Reapers who are far too giddy to continue this strange version of a pillow fight.

“Isn’t this great?!” June asks when the constant barrage of pillows has slowed down. “I’m proud to spend this night with my brothers!”

He tackles all three of them at once, which results in a pile of Day Reapers landing on the plush surfaces of their futons. Louis crows about his face once more, while Ethan sighs, more so bothered by the sudden act of affection than the actual fall itself. And Theo is just glad to have tried something new, despite the arbitrary implications of the events that led up to this moment. Nevertheless, it’s oddly fun. He’s never experienced this sort of glee before, and he’s certain the others haven’t either. For once, they’re closer than they’ve ever been, and that’s not just because they’re still on the ground in a tangle of limbs.

“This is like a new type of training! Let’s do it once more!” June is the first to get up, already gathering his own arsenal of pillows.

In the beginning, Ethan wanted to ignore them and simply sleep like any normal person. Now he just wants to get the others to settle down. Against his better judgement, he reaches for a pillow.

Theo chuckles, sensing where this’ll lead. Thankfully, he managed to clean everything earlier, so dust and germs won’t hold him back. “Junee, let’s do this together.”

“Nothing can stand in our way, brother!”

“I’ll be unable to forgive either of you if you leave so much as a dent on my fragile appearance! Have mercy on those who are good-looking.”

“Stop whining and get a pillow. This battle won’t be in their favor.”

There’s an air of pride to Ethan, and rightfully so, as he’s ready to put a swift end to their antics. Just for tonight he’ll team up with the self-loving prince. He must be extra tired if he’s willing to side with him and take part in such a senseless game, but there’s nothing he can do now. He’s already committed, and he isn’t one to regret his decisions.

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The Day Team stands before both (Name) and Nyang Lead Manager the following morning, dead tired and yearning for a few more hours of coveted sleep.

“We received lots of noise complaints—meow. Would you mind explaining yourselves?” Nyang hisses at the quartet, a bone-deep scowl on his furry face.

“I’ll take care of it. You’ve got a lot of work to get to, so you shouldn’t have to stress over this,” (Name), their ultimate savior, offers kindly.

Nyang looks like he wants to protest, but he decides that they’ll execute a punishment per his orders. “Then don’t let me hear their ruckus again!” With another hiss, he exits (Name)’s office.

“So,” they say, analyzing each Reaper’s expression. Three out of four appear guilty, but they all seem groggy. “Now I know why June was asking me so many questions about slumber parties.”

“Manager, please forgive us. We’re truly sorry.” Theo attempts an explanation, but (Name) holds up their arm to silence him.

“Are you kidding? You guys had all that fun and I wasn’t invited? We should hold a slumber party for the entire 14th Department! Then everyone can join in on the chaos.”

June overcomes his tired haze to nod enthusiastically. Theo looks like he could just faint on the spot, and Ethan is stone-faced. As usual for such an icy Reaper.

“I’m just surprised Louis isn’t worried about his hygiene. You know, all of that beauty sleep and whatnot.”

“The light in here is simply horrendous!” Louis waltzes over to the windows, peeling the curtains aside so that he can bask in the warm light. “That’s much better.”

To everyone’s surprise, there’s no sign of sleep deprivation.

“Aren’t you lively today?” (Name) smiles, taking in Louis’s refreshed appearance.

“So you noticed! I slept like an infant in a castle of clouds. Ah, this is truly a wonderful morning. I’ve awoken, beauty sleep reclaimed, and have blessed everyone in the Department! Rejoice!”

Theo rubs his eyes, at a complete loss. “He...actually slept.”

June blinks twice, holding back a yawn. “Brother Louis truly is as radiant as the sun. So cool!”

Ethan sighs, already intent on moving forward from the previous night. “This was pointless to begin with.”

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ikevamp-shrine · 4 years

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“I’m going to punish you, leaving you a broken, quivering mess over these flowers.”

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Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character(s): Ava (MC), Isaac Newton

Warnings: NSFW

Word count: 1201

This is a celebration of Isaac’s route coming out. I hope y’all enjoy this awkward, flushed boi.

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The rush of night air was cold against Ava’s heated, flushed skin as Isaac gripped her wrist, tugging her out the large wooden doors.

“Gods! How many times did I tell you to cease your actions? Hm? Ava,” rang Isaac’s strained voice as the sounds of music and happy chatter faded away the closer the couple went to the garden and further from the event. His pants were unbearably tight and he could still feel the phantom caresses of his lover’s warm hands against his harden cock.

Ava’s dress swished across the grass, grazing flowers every so often, as Isaac continued to pull her further into the beautiful garden she had gushed over in the carriage when they had arrived.

Rounding a large wall like hedge Isaac pushed his lover against the green leaves, his mouth, lips, and teeth already teasing and nipping at the plush skin of her neck.

They were attending one of Comte’s many balls, celebrations- what ever you may call it- when Isaac and his lover were sitting at a table in the far corner of the large ballroom. Arthur was teasing poor Newt about his apple colored suit while sitting in front of the couple. Ava, of course, wanting to add to the mix decided to take in upon herself to rest her hand on Isaac’s bouncing knee. The vampire had paid no heed until he felt the warm palm of his lover begin to creep slowly towards his manhood, causing his knee to pause in motion and his heart to pound. The music began to seem too loud in Isaac’s ears when lithe finger tips traced gentle circles along his inner thigh, straying closer and closer to his now throbbing cock. Glancing over to the girl smiling at an oblivious Arthur, Isaac felt the familiar burn of a blush kiss his cheeks and ears.

Just when Ava’s finger had circled on the tip of his member Isaac rushed to grip her thin wrist and struggled to whisper, “Ava, please... stop,” in her ear. Dread filled Isaac when he saw the sugary sweet smile on her face turn into a naughty smirk. Pushing her hand away Isaac took a deep breath and glanced to the side as an attempt to get ahold of his fraying control.

Ava watched as Isaac’s face turned away from hers, taking advantage of his turned gaze and of a now distracted Arthur, seeing as Theo had grabbed his attention, her hand once more found his thigh- instead of tracing circles she had gripped his hardened member in her hand.

A breathy low moan slid past Isaac’s pink lips, hands shooting forward to grip the side of the table placed in front of him, hips thrusting forward once. Ava almost moaned herself at he needy, desperate look in Isaac’s eyes.

“My, my Isaac, look how hard you are for me,” Ava growled into his ear as Isaac stared into her heated eyes, his fangs peeking out from his warm, wet mouth.

Gods she was going to be the death of him.

“Ava- I... Gods, not here, please Ava, I’m slipping,” Isaac gasped his grip tightening on the table, his eyes rolling back and another breathy moan escaping his lips as his lover’s soft palm gripped him once more. It was getting harder and harder for the physicist to stop himself from bending his naughty lover over the table and pound into her as she screamed with pleasure.

“Easy Isaac, we wouldn’t want anyone to know about our little... endeavors, now would we?”

Biting his lip, Isaac whimpered searching the room with nervous cherry blossom eyes before finding Ava’s face once more, smirking at him.

Taking her hand away, tracing his skin while leaving, Ava chuckled and whispered under her breath, “you might want to take care of your little situation,” glancing back down at his lap she continued, “more like big situation.”

“That’s it,” Isaac growled while standing, gripping Ava’s wrist in his hands, and almost laughing at her shocked face. Tugging his lover out the door Isaac soon found himself pushing his lover against a hedge nipping at her neck.

“You tease, groped, and humiliated me... now it’s my turn,” Isaac growled as he gripped Ava’s thigh in his large hands, wrapping it around his hip and watched as she quickly bundled her puffy dress above her stomach and reached to unbuckle his pants only to end up having both wrist held high above her head by one hand. Like a snake chasing its prey his hand found her core, ripping her panties in half. Smirking at the yelp that bounced through the night air Isaac’s fingers built up a rhythm as he teased and prodded his lover’s bundle of nerves.

“God- ah... Isaac-,” Ava’s wanton moaning was interrupted by the crashing of Isaac’s lips on hers, tongues clashed, teeth bit, breaths mingled.

Isaac licked at the sweet, tangy taste of wine on his lover’s tongue, exploring her mouth with his own. His finger slipped in and out of her as he spread her juices over her folds, reading her for him.

“Now listen closely Ava, I’m going to take you underneath these stars and you are not allowed to remove your hands from above your head for if you do I’m going to punish you, leaving you a broken, quivering mess over these flowers. Do I make myself clear?”

Isaac’s hand quickly fumbled with his pants, the jiggling of his belt ringing in Ava’s ears and she gasped out, “yes.”

“Yes what Ava?”

“Yes sir.”

Freeing his thick length Isaac took the liberty of spreading his lover’s folds, plunging deep inside of her as her heat squeezed around him, pulling a choked breath from him.

“Oh, Gods Ava, you’re always so tight for me.”

The slapping of skin and squelching of Ava’s wetness sounded through the air, meshing with both her and Isaac’s gasps and moans of pleasure. Ava’s arms bounced above her head, her lover’s grip tightening just enough to insure she was going anywhere. At times like this she was reminded of his unnatural strength or at the times he would pick her up by the waist and pound into her, using her body as a pleasure toy. His waist slapping against her bare ass and thighs as he pounded into her, moaning into her ear brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Isaac’s fangs throbbed with the need to sink into the plush, soft flesh of Ava’s neck as he kissed along the skin under her jaw, feeling her pulse pulsated in rhythm with his thrust.

“Isaac, I’m so close, please-,” the vampire interrupted the girl’s pled by sinking his fangs into her neck causing a scream to rip from her throat as she tumbled over the edge of an orgasm. Clenching Isaac’s long cock in her wetness, Ava pulled Isaac over the edge with her, causing spirts of wet heat to shoot into her. His own scream followed Ava’s as they collapsed against each other breathing heavily from the overwhelming pleasure crashing through their bodies.

“I love you,” Isaac whispered as he kissed a tear away off of his lover’s cheek.

“I love you too.”

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fanficflaneuse · 4 years

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One Day - Part 10

A/N: Dear magical tumblr friends, we’ve reached part 10. I’m sorry if it’s not that good. I was really excited to write it, but today I had to do a bunch of things for my graduate applications and it was just hectic. Still, it is Draco Malfoy’s birthday and I didn’t want to let the day pass without uploading a big, nice chapter. I hope you like it either way.

Also, before we start, I feel the need to express my utter love for Theo Nott and Astoria Greengrass lol. I don’t hate them. In fact, if anyone wants to recommend some Theo Nott fanfiction, I’m all for it.

Let’s do this!

Draco x reader (she/her pronouns) Word count: 1921 Summary: One day AU. Post-war. Since The Battle of Hogwarts, Draco and y/n meet one day a year.

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3 May, 2009

“What is this?” Draco asked in awe, motioning to (Y/N)’s hair.

“It’s my take on the French bob,” she answered playfully.

Every time he saw her, Draco found (Y/N) more beautiful than before. This time, though, he swore she was actually glowing. She had gotten a haircut and now her locks framed her face differently. She dressed so…French now, which he found adorable and incredibly sexy. And her smile was bigger and brighter than he had seen in years. In general, this version of his best friend made him feel like a teenager again.

Draco had been postponing this trip for weeks now. They had not addressed the issue yet, (when had they ever?) but everyone knew that the moment one of them reached out for the other, things would finally be settled. Their friends were tired of seeing them clumsily stumble through their feelings. That’s why Astoria took Scorpius to the Nott’s chalet on the Swiss Alps and practically forced him onto a train to Paris.

Astoria and Draco were not exactly the closest friends, but they had a son together and for his sake they maintained a more than civil relationship. She had settled down with Theo Nott, marrying him just after the divorce was finalized. They were happy together and she wanted his son’s father to move on as well. She was not only moved by a sense of guilt; deep down, Astoria had always known that the connection Draco and (Y/N) had was deeper than she would ever comprehend.

Whatever the case, the feeling of elation that washed over him as they held each other at Gare du Nord made him grateful for being alive again. He had butterflies in his stomach and a tingling all around. As if their bodies were connected, (Y/N) could also feel something electrifying. They hugged for the longest time, as if they weren’t in a crowded station with people rushing around.

(Y/N) and Draco walked arm in arm to her apartment in Montmartre. He still had a lot of questions about muggles, so she enjoyed pointing things out for him as they strolled. He had been to Paris countless times in his childhood and even once with Astoria, but this felt different. Walking with (Y/N), listening as she told him about the things she did every day, the places she frequented and the muggle history behind them felt like a dream come true. (Y/N) was very excited about taking him to a bunch of places and she numbered cheerfully all of the activities she had planned for them. Draco wished he could live in this moment forever.

“So, you’ve been consistently on the Prophet’s Best Seller list for almost a year and now you’ve won the Beedle the Bard literary prize. Don’t you dare to forget about your commoner friends, (Y/L/N),” he teased.

“You’re hardly a commoner, Healer Malefoy,” she taunted back, using the French translation of his last name.

Draco rolled his eyes playfully. “But really, you’re conquering the world one book at a time and I cannot be prouder…of myself for still having your original poetry saved somewhere at home.”

(Y/N) snickered. “I guess magical readers like the flavour of muggle literature. ‘That Kafka fellow? An absolute genius’,” as she quoted him playfully, Draco’s heart flipped.

When they reached the apartment, Draco observed everything in astonishment. Each little detail around the house embodied her. From the towers of books that flooded the flat to the position of the sofa by the fireplace, the rickety spiral staircase leading to the second floor, the creamy colours of the walls, the muggle paintings – she would later call them ‘impressionist’ –, the huge windowpanes and the mismatched yet harmonious furniture, it was all her. Draco had never seen a place represent a person so well. Even more surprising was the feeling that invaded him as soon as he set foot inside; he sensed that he had finally arrived home. He was Odysseus returning to his beloved Ithaca and he never wanted to set sail again.

They goofed around for a while, talking nonsense as they drank some very expensive wine. They danced around the room, enjoying the different layers to muggle music. Lately, (Y/N) had got then both hooked on muggle jazz. Draco relished greatly how the music seemed to pierce through them as they swayed around the room.

As the sunset painted the sky with colourful swirls, Draco stood by the window, observing the rooftops, the quaint streets and the Eiffel tower at a distance. (Y/N) took in his form. He looked much better. He stood taller; his shoulders no longer sagged forward in defeat. The bags under his eyes were practically gone. She could tell he was eating more. And he seemed generally happier. It made her smile.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go anywhere tonight?” she asked softly, walking towards him.

He turned to face her and nodded vehemently. He knew what he wanted to do. But it was only about an hour later, when they were cuddling in her bed, that he delved slowly into the much-awaited conversation.

Draco’s head laid on (Y/N)’s stomach. He was facing her way, eyes closed as her fingers worked their magic on his scalp. He was thinking about the right way to say it. And it all started off clumsily.

“So, Olivier Flamel, huh?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

For a while, (Y/N) had dated Olivier Flamel, a descendant of the one and only Nicholas Flamel, who, not coincidentally at all, was also a big-shot alchemist. It had ended like most of her relationships and flings in the last few years: casually, easily, no real pain for either part involved because they hadn’t been really that involved.

“Do I have to hex him?” Draco asked seriously.

(Y/N) snorted. “Ron asked me just the same,” she explained when he shot her an amused look, “And of course not, Dray. Olivier is an amazing guy. There was a lot of chemistry between us and we had a very passionate affair. But ultimately, we were just so different.”

Draco was invaded by a horrible feeling of envy when she talked about their amazing chemistry, but he did his best not to show it, to be rational and kind.

“How are you holding up?” he asked, even though he already knew. He needed the confirmation that still didn’t have feelings for him.

“You know it’s fine,” she shrugged, “I guess I’m just shook. For a while there I was half of the ‘it’ couple of the French wizarding jet set. It was a wild ride. Way too much to handle”.

Her cheeky smile then turned into a more concerned gesture. “How are you holding up?”

To say that (Y/N) had been surprised by Draco and Astoria’s divorce was the understatement of the century. The only thing she was certain of was that she didn’t want to see Draco suffer like that ever again. It had made her physically sick, to see him in so broken. She had been there through every stage of his grief. She helped him move back to Malfoy Manor. She took care of Scorpius on the days in which he couldn’t get out of bed. She cried with him. She got drunk with him. She was the big spoon. And through it all, (Y/N) only real target was to help Draco’s heart heal.

“I’m alright now. In hindsight I guess I am not surprised, you know? Our relationship was doomed since the beginning. The most important thing to me is Scorpius and I believe we’re handling it well, the share custody and all. He’s a happy boy.”

(Y/N) kept caressing Draco’s hair. There was a painfully long silence. The feeling of repressed words and feelings clouded the air. They had kissed a couple of times before. Once they had a very heated make out session that almost leads to them shagging. But they hadn’t talked about it. Every time it happened, they would just ignore it and carry on, as if they were not both elated by it. (Y/N) had spent countless nights telling herself that she wouldn’t kiss him again; she didn’t want to be Draco’s rebound.

“We totally suck at this love thing, don’t we?” (Y/N) finally said.

Draco’s heart was beating hard on his chest. It was now or never. “I don’t think we suck at this ‘love thing’,” he pointed out, raising up to face her, “I think we have ignored the right person to do the love thing with”.

(Y/N) regarded him seriously for a second. This is really not how she thought the infamous conversation would go. She was braising herself for yet another disappointment. And now here he was, saying the things she had wanted for so long. A lot of mixed messages were bouncing in her mind.

“You mean us? Together?” (Y/N) sat up, “Dray, don’t you think that boat sailed about a decade ago?”

Draco’s smile fell. He was certainly not expecting that. All of a sudden, he felt an emptiness in his stomach and an urgent need to cry. “D-do you really think so?”

“The timing is never right,” she breathed out.

“Look at us now, love. The timing is perfect,” he said before kissing both of her cheeks.

(Y/N)’s eyes welled with tears. “I don’t want to be your rebound, Dray,” she softly.

Draco looked at her, his expression softening. “I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, (Y/N). I pushed you away, convinced that I was doing the ultimate sacrifice for you. I wanted to save you from, well, me. You deserved better. You still do”, he heard her scoff, “But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore.”

They looked at each other intently. “Now,” he said dramatically, “I’ve come all this way to confess my undying love for you…”

“Idiot,” she muttered playfully, the widest and most genuine smile plastered on her face. He inched forward and kissed her face again: her forehead, her cheeks, her jaw, her neck. (Y/N) felt like she was floating on a cloud.

“I want to be yours, (Y/N). I want you to be mine,” he whispered in her ear, before kissing her on that soft spot he knew made her breathing hitch.

“Draco, I swear if you hurt me, if you use me as a rebound, I swear to Circe I’m going to hex you and never talk to –“

He shook his head. “I will never hurt you, (Y/N/N). I am in love with you.”

“I’ve always been yours, Dray,” she said, softly.

“As I’ve always been yours,” he answered.

They looked at each other then, eyes full of adoration. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. His eyes quickly set on her lips before meeting her gaze again. (Y/N) pressed her lips to his. It was, by no means, the first time Draco and (Y/N) kissed. It was, though, the best one they had shared to date. It started sweet and loving, but its intensity raised as the minutes went by. Their feelings let loose, pressing themselves unfiltered with each caress.

“I love you, Draco,” she said breathlessly.

He pressed (Y/N) to his chest, kissing the top of her head multiple times.

“Say that you love me again,” he almost pleaded, his voice small and a bit ashamed. Draco couldn’t believe his ears and he wanted every confirmation he could possibly get.

“I love you, Dray,” she said, pecking his lips, “I love you.”

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chillassimagines · 4 years

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Birthday Sex (Teen Wolf Preference) PART THREE

PARRISH:

“Soo, you don’t wanna role play good cop and criminal this year?” You teased, handing Parrish his warmed tupperware with his lunch inside. He laughed and shook his head at you.

“Work doesn’t turn me on as much anymore, Y/N.” He played along with your joke as he pressed his lips against yours. You sarcastically sighed.

“Guess I’ll have to come up with another plan.” His hand came down from your waist to squeeze your behind slightly.

“You never disappoint.” He whispered in your ear, his tone changing quite fast. Your mouth gaped open momentarily before you shut it.

“You have three more hours on this shift, how am I going to make it?” You asked with a whine. He nodded towards the door to his office.

“Lock the door and you won’t have to wait.” Your mind when from a million things to one, getting Jordan’s pants off. You dashed to the door to lock it and ran back to your husband to engross yourself in his kisses.

“Happy freaking Birthday, Jordan.” You sighed happily as he sat you on top of his desk and pulled your shirt off. He smirked in return and pulled off your pants and your panties were to follow. You paused any further action and took off his shirt. You grabbed onto his back and pulled him close to your body. “I won’t disappoint tonight.” You winked at him, signaling that you came up with something different for when he came home to you. Something changed in his eyes at that.

“If you make it there.” He spoke darkly. Within moments his belt’s thunk sounded, letting you know his pants were removed. It was one of the sexiest sounds your officer could make. Parrish proceeded to cup his hands under your ass and thrust into you. You dug your nails into his skin at the pleasure. His thrusts were calculated and smooth, he dug right into your g spot, knowing that would evoke his favorite girly moans.

“Yes! Right there.” You clenched your legs around his waist, but you weren’t expecting him to lift your body up and walk around his desk to sit in his chair, with your body above him. You had never done something so vulgar in his workplace. He leaned the chair back so it would rest against his desk as his hungry eyes scanned your torso.

“You know how it goes.” He spoke in the same low tone, almost daring you not to start riding him. One hand removed itself from your ass and trailed up to the back of your neck. You began grinding against him, using the desk to balance your movements. The hand on your ass pushed you up and down on top of his growing length. The hand on your neck moved to your hair and pulled on it slightly. Your eyes caught his ass they rolled back into his head.

“Fuck, you look so good, baby.” You moaned out as his hand tangled itself in your thick hair. He pulled even harder, making your eyes meet the ceiling. You yelped when you felt his hand smack your ass.

“Shhh, Y/N.” Jordan warned from below you. You had the overwhelming desire to go faster, because your end would bring so much more pleasure. Your hips stuttered at the thought of cumming. “You wanna go faster?” He knew your ticks.

“Please.” You whined. He removed his guiding hand from your behind and your hair and went to play with your breasts.

“Do it.” He ordered. Your brought your eyes down from the ceiling to watch his face as your skin began clapping against his aggressively. His mouth hung open and his eyes could barely stay open. You loved seeing him so lost in this, compared to when he was lost in frustration of his work. He let out a high pitched whine and thrusted his hips up to meet yours.

“You gonna cum?” You cooed in his ear and kissed his neck. He nodded quickly and forced his eyes to meet yours, through their daze. Within seconds you felt his thumb at your clit. You bit your lip and quickly brought Parrish to his end.

“F-fucking shit.” He grunted, his hands landing on your waist as the feeling of his orgasm shot into you, triggering your own. After you both calmed down you rested your head on his shoulder. You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“You’re right, I might not make it there.”

THEO:

“You know you want to, Y/N! I mean, just look at him.” Your best friend pointed to the male whom had just exited your pool. Your watched from your sliding glass door as the water cascading from his body accentuated his built figure.

“I can’t! He probably doesn’t even like me like that. People just come to get drunk and high off their asses, the fact that it’s my birthday is just an excuse to do it.” You tore your eyes away from Theo reluctantly. Your best friend took you by your shoulders.

“He’s literally giving you sexy eyes as I speak to you, Y/N. Take this goddamn cover up off and go win you some good dick. You deserve it after everything the whole McCall pack put you through.” You bit your lip in hesitation. You were Deacon’s medical student niece after all and the pack had always stressed you out when your uncle was unavailable. You took a deep breath.

“Okay, fine. I got this, right?” You asked your friend, needing more encouragement. She smiled in satisfaction.

“Hell yeah.” You took off your black silk cover up and handed it to your little hype man. She grinned at you as you opened the sliding door to the backyard. Music flooded your ears and you felt the vibrations in the ground as you walked to the drink table. You grabbed a bottle of Malibu and took a swig of the sweet drink.

“Birthday girl’s getting wilder every second.” You knew it was Theo and you knew he was grinning. Turning to him you caught him looking at your ass, but his eyes quickly drifted to your chest in replace.

“I’d be a terrible example for everyone else if I didn’t. Gotta take risks, right?” You smiled slightly before taking another swig. Theo’s eyes met yours and you felt like you were drowning in the ocean of baby blues.

“Risks are how you truly live.” He spoke in a genuine tone. You held out the bottle to him.

“Cheers to that.” Theo took a swig and walked closer to you, reaching behind you to set the drink down. When he stood straight, you two were very close.

“Mind if I take a risk?”

“Lock it, lock it!” You spoke between the kisses Theo brought onto your lips. He turned slightly and locked your door.

“Don’t worry, birthday girl. I only plan to have you for myself tonight.” One hand cupped your cheek and took your bottom lip between his teeth.

“I like when you call me that.” You whispered before untying one of your bikini top’s knots. Theo raised a devilish brow.

“Birthday girl?” You hummed and nodded, moving to the last knot and letting the top drop to the ground.

“Yeah.” Theo’s hungry eyes looked at your bare torso.

“Come here, birthday girl.” He took your hand and motioned for you to sit on the end of your bed. He pushed you softly onto your back by holding your sides. His hands drifted down to your bottoms. He removed them and you couldn’t help but get turned on from how gentle he was being with you. He hadn’t touched you yet. “I can touch you tonight, right?” He made eye contact with you, leaving no room for uncertainty. You nodded. He chuckled and shook his head. “Tonight you’ll learn to use your words. Say it.”

“Yes.” Your body shifted at the tone in his words. He knelt down on the ground, which you hadn’t expected. You leaned against your elbows so you could see what he was doing. He pulled your waist down the bed further, so your heat lined up with his face. Your eyes widened. He noticed.

“I’m going to assume that no one has done what I’m about to do.” You shook your head no and his mouth twitched upward. You forgot.

“I mean, uh, no. No one has.” You spoke sheepishly. His hands gripped your thighs and his thumbs drew circles on your skin.

“What a shame for them. This is my favorite place. You’re going to love this, birthday girl.” He winked and began sucking a hickey on your inner thigh. As the moments went on, you could feel yourself getting more and more turned on by Theo’s word choice and his aura. He was confident and knew his words came with effects. His lips left your hickey and his tongue dragged against the sensitive bruise, making your body shiver. He smiled up at you, making your hand come up and cover your face.

“I’m sorry.” You were as fucking nervous as a virgin.

“Cover your face one more time and I’ll make it permanent. You’ll want to see this, Y/N.” You quickly removed your hand with widened eyes. His threat was spoken with dominating seriousness. His eyes flashed their wolf golden color and you fought not to shiver once more.

“Okay.” You spoke, allowing your body to relax. His head went back to your thighs and you watched as his tongue traced the hickey several times. He enjoyed the shaking of your thighs by his smile. However, the smile wasn’t able to be seen when his mouth encased your clit. He began sucking, nibbling, and pulling on it. “Holy shit.” You squeezed the bed sheets, fighting to thrust against his mouth. His tongue laid against it and moved up and down. You bit your lip and whined.

“Louder.” He ordered and his tongue flicked against you at a fast pace. You couldn’t fight the urge anymore and let your hips buck up.

“Fuck!” You cried out for him. Your shaking thighs threatened to close in on him, but his hands slapped harshly against them before holding them in place.

“I bet your ass jiggles just like them.” He murmured, pausing his actions as he got an idea. “You’re gonna ride my face, birthday girl.” He stood and laid on his back next to you. Your eyes grew wide.

“I, um, I-”

“You’ll move, or I’ll move you.” You licked your lips in nervous habit and sat up. You moved your leg over his chest and looked down at him before moving up closer to his lips. “Just enjoy it. And for fuck’s sake, move, birthday girl.” He smirked before gripping your ass and pressed you down onto his lips. Your sensitive clit made you grind down on him. One of his hands moved yours to his hair. You gripped his hair harshly, which he definitely didn’t expect. But he let out a loud moan into your heat, making you cry out his name.

“Theo, your fingers, I need them.” You begged, continuing your grinding. A moment passed and you felt two of his fingers prodding at your entrance. He definitely felt how wet you were and you knew it. They sunk inside of you with ease and you hummed in pleasure. His hand on your ass came down on it and allowed him to feel it jiggle as much as he said it would.

“Take off my shorts before I cum in them.” He spoke before going back to eating you out. Your eyes widened and you looked behind you to see his hips thrust up into the air, the tent in his swim shorts quite evident. You reached back and slid them down to his ankles. He didn’t ask, but as you faced back to him you left your hands behind you to lean on the bed, and one of your hands wrapped around him. He grunted against you and you smiled as you moved faster for him, both with your hips and your hand. His fingers shot up right into your g spot.

“Fuck!” You cried out. Theo’s moans vibrated against you as he got closer to his end. Before you knew it you felt his cum on your hand. You looked back and watched him finish.

“Watch your pussy cum now. And put those in your mouth, pretty birthday girl.” Theo ordered, making you shoot your head back to him. His tongue flicked against your clit once more as his fingers continued their tummy twisting pleasure. You put your cum covered fingers inside of your mouth, making sure he saw you. He let out a higher pitched moan, that made you absolutely fall head over heels for the man. And it made you fall over the edge as well. You fell next to him shortly after.

“We have to do that again.” You spoke between pants. Theo smiled at you widely.

“Glad you feel the same, birthday girl.”

MALIA:

“Thanks for coming over, babe. This is just so frustrating and I needed a break.” Malia opened the door to her house to you and pressed her lips to yours. Your rubbed her furrowed eyebrows with your thumbs with a smile.

“You need a break from homework, or you’re horny on your birthday?” You asked. Her brows unfurrowed and her lips cracked into a small smile.

“Maybe I was a little bit lonely?” She put her hands up and shrugged. You laughed and shut the door to her house.

“Malia, you know that you’re at risk for not graduating this year?” You tried to lightly say it. She huffed.

“I know.”

“You know that until you do one assignment I’m not touching you, right?” She growled softly and walked up to her room. You couldn’t help but laugh a little, however, as her ass moved in those little sleeping shorts you didn’t think you could help yourself. You knew she wanted to lure you into her trap so she could seduce you as soon as she texted you. You naturally, got a little hot and bothered as well. You didn’t hear her bedroom door shut, so you began your plan.

You discarded your clothes by the stairs and walked up the stairs. At first you wanted to go quietly, but Malia was a freaking coyote and hears everything. You approached her bedroom and she was faced away from you on her computer typing.

“Come to torture me, huh?” She asked, continuing to work. You were so proud at the fact that she didn’t even turn around. However, you remembered that she just wanted to get it done to get down and dirty.

“Or relieve you.” You leaned against the doorway and watched as your girlfriend spun her chair around with a grin.

“Yes!” She cheered and pulled her shorts and shirt off.

“Never thought we’d be the couple that does birthday sex.” Malia pushed you up against the wall.

“I happen to be horny on my birthday. That’s all.” Malia didn’t like the concept of birthdays, but you wanted to celebrate her presence in your life so badly.

“Really horny.” You sighed as Malia’s lips encaptured your breast and her hand played with the other. Your hand trailed down to her heat to do exactly what she liked. “I love you, Malia.”

“Love you too, Y/N.” She paused from her assault and took your hand to toss you onto the bed with her super strength.

“You’re gonna break me one day.” You joked as she parted your knees.

“One can only hope.” She winked and placed her pussy right over yours. You moaned in unison as Malia grinded at a fast pace.

“Fuck.” You sighed and squeezed her ass with your hand, then proceeded to smack it, watching it move and turn pink. “You’re so pretty with a red ass.” You smacked it once more and Malia whined.

“More.” She pushed your knee down so she could arch her ass up in the air. Malia loved that you were obsessed with her behind and always let you do what you desired with it.

“Grind harder.” You ordered and she followed your orders while waiting for you to follow with your intentions. You smacked her ass about six more times before she stopped grinding and took her thumb to rub your clit hard. “Shit! Yes, baby!” You grinded against her thumb while she sucked on the breast she had abandoned earlier. You smacked her behind once more as you came and held onto the flaring red cheek. You ran your finger to her pussy and felt how wet she was.

“Sit up here, Malia.” You gestured for her to sit on your face and she happily obliged. You pressed open mouthed kisses to her heat and poked your tongue out into her hole. You brought your fingers down to her clit and pinched it a few times. Her uneven panting made it apparent that she was close.

“I’m close, Y/N!” She began grinding down onto your tongue as her thighs shook. Soon you felt your girlfriend’s cum hit your tastebuds. You flopped your head back down onto the mattress and stared up at Malia.

“Now get your homework done, birthday lady.”

STILES:

“Why him though?” Lydia asked you. You bit your lip and shrugged.

“I think the wildness turns me on.” Lydia looked at you in disgust.

“That’s called the most annoying anxiety ever! Stiles, is like, overwhelming.” You smirked.

“Nothing I can’t tame.” You laughed when Lydia’s jaw dropped.

“Yanno what? Fine, get it out of your system so I can stop hearing about it.” You shook your head and watched as Stiles walked down the hall to his locker and Scott walked away from him.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to get him out of my system.” You left Lydia to her angry murmuring as you approached Stiles. “Hey.” Stiles closed his locker and jumped when he saw you. You were a lot like Lydia to most of the school, a top dog. So Stiles was rightfully taken aback by your presence.

“Um, hey Y/N. Did you uh-uh need something from me? Or just something? Or like want something?” You thought that his stammering was freaking adorable, but you thought that if he spent enough time with you he’d be able to tone it down. You really did like Stiles...he was truly your type. You didn’t like the big buff guys like Jackson or Theo. You wanted someone rational and someone to balance out your social butterfly lifestyle.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over later? I need some help with Chem.” You leaned against the neighboring locker. You knew you didn’t need his help, because unlike Lydia, you didn’t let on that you didn’t know shit, you were smart.

“You want help? You need help? From me?” His eyes widened. You pointed over your shoulder.

“You know, Lydia’s not the brightest bulb in the school’s hallway, and I figured you paid more attention than I did today.” You painted your nails during Chem today. You knew you’d pass the class without batting an eye, because your last school was really expensive and focused on making their students the next Einstein’s.

“Sure, um, where do you live?” You handed him your phone.

“Put your number in there and I’ll text you the address.” He typed his number in with shaky hands.

“Thanks, Stiles.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and walked off.

“The mitochondria!” Stiles looked at you like you were on crack.

“That’s not an element, Y/N. You know Chemistry isn’t a required class, right?” You smiled at Stiles’ soft expression.

“I’m well aware. I’m also aware that the element would be Bromine. And the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.” Stiles brows furrowed in confusion and you tossed the text book off of the coffee table.

“What-”

“Truth is, Stiles, it’s my birthday today-”

“Happy Birthday! Shit, I didn’t bring anything.” He looked around like he would be able to find something. You grinned at his sweet heart.

“Stiles. I made a birthday wish this morning. I wished that I’d be able to do some things with this boy I like.” You leaned towards him slightly, making your breasts pop out just a bit. His eyes grew wide as he noticed.

“He’s a lucky guy, Y/N.” You sighed and sat up straight. This wasn’t gonna work if you were too out there.

“I think I’d be lucky if he’d like me back.” You said softly. Stiles shook his head with a small smile.

“He’d be nuts not to.”

“Well, that’s good because the boy I want to spend my night with is you, Stiles.” His eyes almost popped out of his head.

“You’re pranking me, okay, I get it. I’ll leave.” Stiles picked up the book and stood up. You stood up and pushed him onto the couch.

“Stiles, I am not pranking you, okay? I’m being honest. You...you turn me on, like, a lot.” You felt your face begin to heat up. “If you let me, we can have a good time together, and maybe spend quality time together.” You took the book out of his hand and let it drop on the coffee table.

“Like, like what?” He asked, stunned at your proposition. You smiled, knowing he was interested. You bent down to his ear.

“Well first, I can start by making friends with someone in your boxers...you’ll find out what you like, I’ll find out how to make you feel good. Then you can cum inside of me, because I’m on birth control. How does that sound?” You backed up to see his face.

“That sounds like it’ll feel good.” You smirked and knelt down on the ground. Your hands undid his jeans button and zipper. There was a tent forming in his pants as you continued. You noticed how tense he was.

“Stiles, relax. It’s gonna feel good, just like you said.” You pulled down his jeans and boxers after he nodded. He was thicker than you might have given him credit for. “Who would have thought?” You whispered before letting your hand wrap around his member. His fists were squeezed hard on his sides. You took your other hand and intertwined your fingers with his. His hand felt right in yours. “I don’t have a gag reflex.” And you took him inside your mouth.

“Sh-shit.” He spoke shakily. You looked up at him as you bobbed your head up and down. His opposite hand came up to your hair cautiously. You moaned against his dick to let him know that you were okay with it. He thrust up into your mouth at the feeling and gripped your hair harshly. You missed the brief feeling of him so far in your throat so you moaned again, and he began steadily bucking his hips up. “You-you like that?” He asked genuinely curious, not even dirty talk. You wanted to smile at him, but you only moaned once more. “I’m so close” He whispered, looking in your eyes. You slowly came off of him, watching your drool cascade down his length.

“Good, because I need you inside of me.” You stood up and straddled his waist. He tensed up once more. You began kissing his neck tenderly. “Relax, baby. Did you like that?” You asked, before nibbling on his ear lobe.

“Yes. A lot.” You smiled happily and kissed his cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” He nodded and you cupped his face and brought your lips together as you moved your panties to the side and sunk down onto him. He let out a long grunt. You broke away from his thick lips and bit your lip. “Watch yourself disappear inside of me, it turns me on a lot.” Lifting your skirt up, you cupped his chin and tilted it down. You both watched as you slowly rose up and down on him. When you lifted up he was coated in your wetness and your pussy took everything he had as you sunk down.

“You’re so hot.” He spoke in amazement. You smiled and took his hands and placed them on your ass.

“Guide me.” You whispered and wrapped your arms around him. You laid your head sideways on his shoulder so you could watch him take your cheeks in his hands and push you up and down how he wanted. He liked his thrusts deep and slow. He dug so deep at one point he ground right into what you now discovered was your g spot. “Ah fuck, Stiles!” You cried quietly and whimpered as he ground against it again.

“You’re so tight, I’m gonna cum.” He whispered back to you. You began riding him faster, regardless of what his hands decided.

“Cum in me, Stiles. Come on.” You begged him as you purposely clenched around him numerous times. He let out another long grunt as you felt his cum fill you up. The sensation made you fall to your orgasm as well. “You’re so good, you’re so good.” You whimpered against his lips as you rode out your orgasm. When you finally stopped your put your hand against his cheek.

“Best birthday sex ever.” Stiles nuzzled his face into your hand and you fell in love immediately.

“Thank you.” You shook your head.

“No, thank you.”

PART ONE: https://chillassimagines.tumblr.com/post/176975393682/part-one-requested-liam-finally-it-was-your

PART TWO: https://chillassimagines.tumblr.com/post/177544626507/requested-scott-scott-get-up-scott-you

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deijnar · 4 years

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Mystic Messenger Fluff Week 2020 - Day 1: Firsts

Hello guys! I’m finally back with something I wrote *disbelieving gasps in the bg* I’m here to participate in @mmfluffweek with my entire heart and soul but be warned - this is mostly my OCs and was in the first place written for my most wonderful Baehee @genobeva-k and myself. It’s not a masterpiece but it made me so incredibly happy, finally writing again felt like coming home. Maybe you’ll think it’s boring, maybe it will make you smile; no matter what, I just hope someone gets interested in this project and takes this week to make themself happy with some good, soft fluff as well! And now, if you’re going to read - ENJOY!

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Teehee Day 1: Meeting the family

For a moment Theodosia is sure that she is the more nervous one of the two of them; her heart is beating in excited anticipation and it’s hard to stay somewhat still when she feels so jittery. But one glance at the woman by her side proves her wrong. Jaehee’s lips are pursed together, her eyes glued to the door in front of them while she clings to the plate in her hands. Never before has she seen her so tense and it’s… weirdly cute how much she cares about this first impression.

“Hey…” With a fond, reassuring smile on her lips, Theo nudges Jaehee’s shoulder with her own. “They will love you almost as much as I do.” She grins, leaning over and pecking her cheek in an energetic, yet soft kind of way. “So no worries, okay?”

After taking a deep breath, Jaehee tries her best at smiling back at her. “Okay.”

“Ready?” Theo asks as she wraps her arm around her girlfriend, waiting to reach out to open the door until she gets a brave nod as a response. “Hi guys, we’re he-” But before she can even finish her shouted greeting, there’s already a head popping out of the kitchen door. The mischievous smirk on the face that is staring at them causes Theo’s protective instinct to kick in immediately.

“Hi there~” The teasing tone of her older sister’s voice prompts Theo to squint her eyes at her.

“Jaehee, this is my older sister Alex who will behave today.” There’s not much effort to hide the warning in that statement.

Alexandra only shrugs with a vague, not at all reassuring expression on her face. “Nah, we’ll see about that. But welcome, Jaehee! We’ve heard a lot about you ever since you took our little Teddy here to that spa date.” As she takes the plate from Jaehee, she winks at her, leaving her younger sister at a flustered loss of words as she remembers the day that changed so much for her.

“Hello Alex, it’s very nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you and your family as well and I’m happy Theo liked our spa day so much.” Undecided if she feels more relieved or embarrassed by the hint of amusement in Jaehee’s voice, Theo hides her face in her girlfriend’s shoulder with a groan.

Chuckling, Alexandra inspects the plate in her hand and her grin widens even more. “Nice one, Jaehee. MOM!” She turns around, plate still in hand, and begins to walk away. “Jaehee made some super delicious looking cupcakes!”

Now chuckling herself, Jaehee turns her head to Theodosia. “She’s exactly like you told me.”

With a sigh, Theo straightens up. “Unfortunately she is.” But as Jaehee’s chuckle grows stronger and she relaxes in Theo’s arm, unable to keep up the annoyed act, and instead, a happy, loving smile appears on her face.

Then, her mother barges in.

“Jaehee! Oh my, you’re still standing in the doorway, my girls didn’t invite you in. Come in, come in, welcome to our home!” She beams at the new member of their family and hugs her before anyone can intervene. A bit stunned, Jaehee stays quiet for a second and just blinks.

“Mom, please, calm down. We’ll come and join you guys in just a minute, okay?” Making Jaehee nervous again after she just calmed down a little is the last thing Theo wants to happen right now…

Her mother’s eyes widen and she nods. “Yes, yes, of course. We’ll be waiting outside, your father is already preparing the barbecue!” Before she turns back around, she smiles at Jaehee again and squeezes her arm.

“Thank you, Karen, we’ll make sure to be quick.”

After another friendly nod, her mother leaves the hallway and Jaehee looks at Theodosia again, taking another deep breath. With a sympathetic smile, Theo rubs her back. “They’re very… enthusiastic and excited about finally meeting the one who stole my heart. You’re holding up great, babe, I swear my dad and younger sister will be less stressful to meet.”

To her surprise, Jaehee begins to smile genuinely. “They’re your family. I can’t wait to spend the evening with them and get to know the people who made you who you are.”

The speed of Theo’s heartbeat picks up at her words and she feels her cheeks heat up. “Come on.” She holds her hand out for Jaehee to take and then they make their way out to where the others are waiting.

A delicious smell is already filling the air when they step outside into the garden and Theo looks around, finding her little sister laughing at something their dad just said. Their eyes meet and she waves them over with a happy smile. “Hey, Theo!” After engulfing Theodosia in a tight hug, she turns to Jaehee, beaming at her, and offers her hand for Jaehee to shake. “Hello, it’s great to finally meet you!”

Their father smiles as well and nods. “I hope you like our very own fused version of American and Korean barbecue!” He grins and motions for her to sit down with them.

“That sounds interesting, I can’t wait to try it.” Jaehee seems more relaxed than she has since they drove away from her apartment as she takes a seat on the opposite side of the table with a friendly smile. It causes a small proud grin to sneak onto Theo’s lips; she knew that the gentle kindness of those two would do the trick.

But then, Alex joins them at the table and… is herself again. “Interesting? Is that your way of politely saying it sounds awful?”

Of course, everyone knows she’s just teasing as she snickers mischievously but given how tense Jaehee has been the entire time, Theo would appreciate it if she would be a bit more sensitive. To her surprise, Peggy speaks up before Theo can say anything.

“No, I’m sure it’s her way of saying that she’s never had something like our weird cooking and is looking forward to trying it for the first time. Right?” With a hopeful gleam in her eyes, Peggy smiles at Jaehee. Apparently everyone is trying to make a good first impression except Alexandra. It would be funny if it wasn’t so unnerving.

Finally, Alex shows some mercy and laughs, seating herself beside Peggy. “I know Piggy, I just want to give Teddy a hard time.” She sticks her tongue out at Theo who grimaces at her as well but when she hears the sweet sound of Jaehee’s chuckles reaching her ears, her heart beats faster and a fond smile automatically appears on her face.

“I don’t think Theo deserves to be treated like that.” Still laughing, Jaehee places her hand on Theodosia’s, leaving her baffled. Never would she have expected that her girlfriend loosens up so quickly, given how nervous she has been. Now, her heart is swelling with how naturally Jaehee is acting around her family, leaving her feeling ridiculous for ever worrying about Jaehee feeling uncomfortable.

Alexandra smirks, “Maybe not, but it’s fun.”

“If it causes Jaehee to defend me, feel free to go on.” The sisters grimace at each other again and start to grin but before they can continue their banter, their mother chimes in.

“Girls, you still haven’t offered our guest anything to drink. Go inside and get the water and juice, would you?” She leans down to Jaehee with a sympathetic smile and a little wink. “Maybe you’ll get a moment to breathe.”

While Theo ponders if it is okay to leave Jaehee alone at the table, Peggy is already jumping to her feet. “Alex and I will!” Before she can complain, Peggy grabs her oldest sister and drags her inside.

Karen follows them with her eyes, shaking her head with an affectionate smile on her lips. Meanwhile, her husband places a hand on Jaehee’s shoulder and squeezes it lightly. “It’s really nice to have you here, Jaehee.”

“Thank you, David, I’m happy to be here as well.” With a happy smile, she turns to Theodosia. “Your family is truly lovely.”

By now, her cheeks are hurting from how widely she is smiling but Theo sees no reason to complain at all. Feeling blessed by who she is able to call her loved ones, she leans forward and softly kisses Jaehee’s temple. “And now you’re a part of it.”

Her parents exchange a knowing look while Theo and Jaehee just silently smile at each other adoringly, holding each others’ hands.

Again, the moment gets destroyed by a certain blonde. “Okay guys, hurry up and eat! I can’t wait to try these amazing cupcakes my future best friend brought along!”

Once more, their parents exchange a knowing, amused look while Peggy shakes her head and Theo smirks proudly. “They’re the best you’ll ever have.”

Just like Jaehee is the best I’ll ever have.

╰⊱♥⊱╮●╭⊱♥≺

|| next day >

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thegreenfairy13 · 4 years

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Gotham’s Problem

Written for @justsimplymeagain who asked for a Watchmen/Gotham crossover. I hope you like it!

Plot: Rohrschach approaches Jim Gordon in a bar and tries figuring out his character. Hinted Gobblepot.

Rohrschach’s journal. September 15, 1985. I’m in Gotham, the country’s most infested city. I can smell them in every corner, the whores, insatiable, dripping, brains clouded from lust. I can hear it in the shadows, the sound of knives being sharpened, guns getting cleaned - another gruesome murder waiting to happen, screams barely muffled by brick walls.

I can see it - with crystal clarity - this city is doomed, beyond salvation. The inhabitants, they have dedicated their lives to sin, are soft, puppets, useless. This city should not be worth my time, actually, but something changed. I might be able to help, might pull this city back from the abyss, if I only give the right person a little push in the right direction…

He’s not how I imagined him to be, the blonde sitting in the bar. I expected to find a fighter, a man with a purpose, determination, driven by the need to change what has been unmoving in ages. What I find is a drunkard, a weakling, a broken man. Am I too late? Has Gotham already got him?

I approach the figure sitting at the bar, Jim Gordon, the man who took down the old order. I get a better look, he’s bruised, blood is smeared across his face, his fingers are trembling. Maybe I’ve been too quick in my judgment, maybe it has been a rough day.

I sit down next to him, order a beer. I don’t usually drink. It lowers my ability to respond, to defend myself. The man glances over, his interest in me is subtle, good. Maybe he is the cop everyone thinks him to be. He looks away, downs another glass of whiskey. I’m disgusted but I show him a small smile. I need to convince him.

Smiling is weird. You basically flash your teeth at a stranger.

I order another drink for him.

“You’re Jim Gordon,” I acknowledge, nodding slightly. The man doesn’t react. Why should he? he knows who he is.

“I have heard a lot about you. How you change the city,” I add, trying to get his attention. I almost think he’s too inebriated to respond.

“So what?” he finally asks, slamming down his glass. He’s untamed, I can see that, almost vibrating with anger brimming just under the surface. If I can unleash that rage, guide it, this city might have a chance.

They say he has a hero-complex, tries being this city’s knight in shining armor. I attempt to flatter him. “I haven’t been here in years,” I share. “It has been too unsafe. Now with the mob gone, the police not being a nest of corruption, I decided to visit again.”

He doesn’t rise to the bait right away, stays guarded. “So you’re a fan,” he scoffs, sipping his liquor. He must drink frequently. Anyone else should have passed out at this point.

I shrug. “You have given me hope again. I thought you should know that.” I gesture at the blood on his collar. “You might need to know that, after the day you clearly had.”

He finally relaxes. I tried sounding kind, compassionate. I must have succeeded.

Jim looks into the distance, his shoulders slump. I can see how his mouth twitches, contorts into an awkward grin.

“There’s still so much to do,” he sighs. I nod in agreement. At least the man sees what lies ahead.

“This city is getting worse, though. Not better,” he mumbles under his breath. I can still hear him.

“What happened today?” I ask. I know humans mostly want to talk about themselves, they are narcissistic like that. And in my experience, they open up once they are given the chance.

He remains reserved, I like that.

I order another round. His hands gripping the glass are shaking. When I ask him again, he finally shares what’s bothering him.

“There was a murder. Three people dead. We caught the killer.”

I’ve heard it on the news. The men killed are not worth this strong reaction, have been mobsters, useless scum. They have probably gotten in the way of the Penguin, the imperator of this city’s underbelly. I’ve heard it must have been an especially gruesome crime. It was probably Gotham’s number one psychopath, Victor Zsasz.

I tell that Jim Gordon. It’s not like this information is a secret. I want to know why these men are still free.

“Lack. Of. Evidence,” he replies, punctuating each word carefully he pulls a grimace. “Wasn’t Oswald’s style,” he grumbles and this time I have trouble hearing him. I’m surprised a cop calls a gangster by his first name.

I enjoy the silence in his company. Usually, humans hardly shut up.

The cop shifts in his seat, readies himself to leave.

“You should take him down,” I tell him.

“I’ll try,” he promises.

I can’t let him go like that. “You’re not trying hard enough,” I accuse him and that does seem to do the trick. His eyes widen, shocked. Ashamed?

“How dare you…”

I cut him off. “You called him Oswald. I heard,” I confess, pointing at my ears. “No respectable cop should call a gangster by his name. They have lost that right when first spilling the blood of an innocent.”

Jim spins around, faster than I would have expected after all those drinks. “If you truly think that,” he tells me, “you’re no better than the criminals. Cops play by the rules, collect evidence.”

“You are fighting against men who know no rules,” I reply casually.

He shakes his head. “You must mistake me for a vigilante.”

“Aren’t you?” I snap back. “There are rumors,” I tell him, “about you killing Theo Galavan, Fish Mooney. People who can’t be stopped by the law.”

The cop’s mouth drops open. He crosses his arms, sobers up.

“You know nothing,” he hisses. “And now I’ll leave.”

I have to play my ace. “They say you favor the Penguin,” I state. “They say you are being soft on him. Wouldn’t arrest him despite the evidence, despite everyone knowing. I don’t believe that. Not after what I heard about your career.”

The man stops, clenches his jaw. If we would be outside, he’d be at my throat. It’s glorious, seeing him like that. Like a lion about to be unleashed.

“Men like him, like the Penguin, can’t be stopped by playing to the rules. They have to be fought with the actions you have taken against the ones I mentioned. I can help you with that.”

A muscle in the corner of his mouth twitches. “If you propose killing a man, I will have you arrested.”

It’s not what I expected him to say.

“He’s the root of this city’s evil,” I declare. “Orchestrates the murders, the horrors that have befallen Gotham. “You know this place can only be cleansed once he’s removed.”

The man sways as if my words have hit him. Is it the prospect of victory or something else?

“I don’t condone murder,” he says firmly.

“Me neither,” I tell him as I reach for my pocket. Jim’s eyes follow my movement, his hand reaches for the gun attached to his hip. I stop the motion.

“Have you ever heard about the Watchmen?” I ask instead.

“A bunch of self-proclaimed heroes,” he snaps back. “Criminals themselves,” he spits.

I am disappointed. He can’t see it. But I’ll give him one last chance.

“The Penguin has raised their interest,” I share. “I am here to offer you a chance: fight at their side or go down with the mobster.”

I thought he would consider my generous offer.

“I’d rather go down with Oswald,” he states with venom. Here is it again, that name. The way it rolls off his tongue though, I only note it now, this slight hint of longing. I don’t think he knows.

“If you try murdering someone in my city,” he tells me before leaving, “you’ll have to go up against me first.” There is something in his voice that tells me he’ll have my blood for daring to even try.

And then I understand. Jim Gordon is stopping Gotham from salvation.

#Watchmen #Rorschach #Jim Gordon #Gotham #gobblepot #fanfiction #drabble #Crossover

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farfromharry · 3 years

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summary: you meet tom in a bookstore after he tries to get his kids out of the rain, the two of you then hit it off

single-dad!tom x reader

w/c 0.9k

tom stumbled into the bookstore with one of his angels in his arms and the other holding onto his hand. he was only trying to get out of the rain for his babies but apparently that’s not what scarlett wanted.

she began to cry, quickly turning into a wail as she protested being in the building.

“no, no please stop crying.” tom whined, trying to calm his 3 year old while also trying to keep his 2 months old safe in his arms. people in the bookshop were beginning to stare, rather irritated by the noise interrupting their reading.

tears were building in tom’s eyes. he was embarrassed, he felt like a horrible father, he was so sleep deprived and he just didn’t know what to do anymore.

you watched as he struggled, feeling horrible for the obviously young man. you decided to step in, picking up one of the small stuffed bears from the children's section and heading over. tom watched as you bent down to talk to his daughter, her eyes trained on your face in confusion.

“hi sweetheart, i noticed you were sad and thought this might help, teddy bears used to always help me when i was sad.” she looked up at her dad, tears still streaming down her cheeks, silently asking if it was okay.

he looked at you and noticed you were wearing a nametag, meaning you worked here. he nodded his head, motioning for her to take the bear.

that was enough to stop her from crying, entranced in the fluffy toy in her arms. you gently wiped away her tears before standing back up to your full height.

“are you okay?” you asked.

“thank you, thank you so much.” he rambled, trying to think of a way he could repay you.

“can i buy you a coffee or something?” he asked. you shook your head.

“you don’t have to, it’s okay.” you said.

“please, i insist.” you smiled.

“well, i’m more of a tea girl myself.” you teased. he grinned, laughing slightly.

“that’s great, i’m more of a tea guy myself too.”

“thank you.” you said. he looked between his two babies and then you, silently questioning how he would do this.

“i can get it, if it’s okay?” you suggested. he thanked you, handing you his card.

“you’re really trusting a stranger with your bank card?” you asked, wondering if he’d even realised.

“at this point, being robbed by a pretty girl would be the least of my worries.” you blushed, nodding your head and heading over to the small cafe inside the bookshop.

you ordered two coffees, getting tom the same as you because you didn’t know what he wanted. tom watched you from afar, admiring the way you smiled at the worker behind the counter. you made your way back to tom, drinks in hand.

“let’s head upstairs.” you said. he grabbed his little girls attention, making sure she followed behind you, and then tom behind her.

“what is this place?” he asked, watching you push the door open to reveal a room full of toys with rainbow coloured floors.

“they do a little daycare thing in the week up here.” you shrugged, noticing the only place to sit was a tiny pink table for children.

“well, take a seat i guess.” he chuckled, pulling out one of the tiny seats and barely fitting in it. you laughed at him, thinking he looked ridiculous, but found it was just as ridiculous when you did it.

“we look like idiots.” he mumbled, jokingly.

“yeah, we do.” you placed the coffee’s down on the tiny table, smiling at the man.

“i got you a muffin too, didn’t know if you’d be hungry.” he thanked you, taking his card back and slipping it in his pocket.

“are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, seeing the bags underneath his eyes.

“just tired, but i’m fine.” you nodded.

“so, i never got your name.” you said.

“i’m tom.”

“well it’s nice to meet you tom, i’m y/n.” you smiled, shaking his free hand.

“can i ask who these adorable munchkins are?” he laughed, glancing behind him to check on his daughter.

“this,” he said turning so the boy was looking at you with a gummy grin. “is theo.” he kissed his cheek a few times, making the baby babble happily.

“and that adventurer over there, is scarlett.” he pointed out. the little girl’s head shot up after hearing her name, looking at you both in curiosity.

“well, they’re very beautiful, you and your wife must be really proud.” you said, tom shook his head.

“i’m not married, and their mum left after this one was born so,” you frowned. “it’s just us.”

“i’m so sorry.” he shook his head.

“don’t worry about it, i’ve stopped letting it bother me.” you nodded, giving him a warm smile as you sipped your drink. you sat watching scarlett play for a while, right before theo began to get agitated.

“oh, no you’re okay.” he placed his coffee down, rubbing his little boy’s back. you smiled at the sight. theo began to cry, making his dad’s heart ache.

“look, i-i should probably get these two home but, do you think i could, maybe get your number.” he asked shyly. you blushed, nodding your head. he slipped his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. you inserted your number, handing the device back to him.

“thank you for this.” he said.

“i enjoyed meeting you, and the little ones.” you told him.

“i’ll call you sometime.” he took scarlett’s tiny hand in his much larger one.

“and i’ll be waiting.”

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #tom holland oneshot #dad!tom

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dociousunderdog · 5 years

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Post Bench Scene

This basically picks up from where the bench scene left off and sets up the last scene a little too.

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Hands intertwined and hearts beating fast. That’s how Cyrus and TJ spent the rest of the party. The bench suddenly felt like home to the two of them as they cuddled up on it and just enjoyed the feeling of security the other provided. At first they were silent, just relishing in each other’s presence, but then a thought occurred to Cyrus, ‘Are we boyfriends? Or does TJ see this as platonic?’ He tried to cast the thought aside as he sat there, head leaning on TJ’s shoulder and hands intertwined sweetly, but he couldn’t so he decided it needed to be discussed. “TJ?” Cyrus said, hesitant to break up the comfortable silence.

“Yeah Cy?” TJ responded, thumb comfortingly stroking the back of Cyrus’s hand.

“What does all this mean?” Cyrus said nervously. He had a fleeting concern that TJ might misunderstand or misinterpret it.

“What do you mean?” He shrugged. Cyrus took a deep breathe before formulating a response.

“I mean, does all this, the hand holding and all, make us... boyfriends?” Cyrus shut his eyes in anticipation for TJ’s response. TJ then laughed lightly, causing a panicked shiver to run through Cyrus’s veins. ‘Here we go’. He thought.

“Of course it does, Cyrus. At least it does if you want it to, because I obviously want that.” TJ smiled and although Cyrus wasn’t looking at his face he knew he was, he could just feel it. Cyrus then turned so he was facing TJ head on.

“I want it to mean that. I want to be your boyfriend, Thelonious Jagger Kippen.” Cyrus smiled at how TJ’s face turned serious for a moment only to soften up a second later.

“Well then I guess we’re boyfriends, Cyrus Goodman.” TJ smiled brighter than he ever had, causing his cheeks to hurt, but he couldn’t care less. “Can I ask you something now?” Cyrus nodded and TJ continued after taking a moment to find the right words for what he wanted to say, “Since when have you liked me?”

“Since the day we met at the swings for the first time. When you walked up to me and commented on my song I thought for sure you were going to make fun of me for it, but then you didn’t and I saw a side of you that no one ever had.” Cyrus smiled as he looked down at their intertwined fingers and started to play with TJ’s fingers mindlessly. “What about you? Since when have you liked me?” Cyrus looked up to TJ’s eyes again after receiving a random boost in confidence.

“Since the very first time I laid my eyes on you.” TJ smiled and Cyrus scoffed, “I’m serious! I was all ready to storm over to Buffy and demand she tutor me but then I saw this adorable brunette boy standing next to her and I lost my shit for a second. ‘Who is he?’ I thought to myself but then I realised you were obviously friends with Buffy, which meant I probably didn’t have a chance with you anyways so I just walked over and played my whole ‘bad guy do what I want’ routine.” TJ smiled as he recalled the feelings he felt for the other boy immediately. “But ‘holy shit he’s adorable’ kept repeating in the back of my head and then when Buffy asked me to help you get a muffin I couldn’t help but break my tough character and help you. Ever since that day I’ve wanted to get this level with you.” He said motioning towards their hands.

“Well I think it’s my turn to ask a question now.” TJ nodded with a smile. “Am I your first boyfriend?” TJ made an unreadable expression and Cyrus panicked that he went too far. “You don’t have to answer, I was just curious-“

“No I’ll answer it’s just I wasn’t expecting that.” TJ smiled reassuringly before continuing, “I haven’t. You were honestly my first crush.” TJ shrugged and Cyrus smiled impossibly larger at him.

“Really?” TJ nodded shyly while looking away shyly. Cyrus brought his had up to TJ’s cheek and urged him to look at him again, “You’re my first boyfriend too.” He smiled. “I should tell you though that I did have a girlfriend before though.” TJ’s smile faltered slightly.

“Oh. Should I be jealous?”

“No, there was one really big reason we broke up and that was that I’m gay. Besides that we also haven’t spoken much since it happened, despite saying we’ll remain friends.” Cyrus shrugged. “Kissing her didn’t feel like how it should. It felt weird and foreign, in a bad way, like I was lost.” Cyrus admitted and TJ nodded slowly.

“So I won’t be your first kiss either?” TJ pouted playfully and Cyrus knocked him the shoulder with a laugh.

“No but you will be the first boy I’ve ever kissed.” TJ’s face turned almost serious and he searched Cyrus’s eyes for something. He brought his free hand up to place carefully on Cyrus’s cheek before speaking again.

“Speaking of our first kiss,” He paused to lick his lips, his eyes flickering down to Cyrus’s, “could that possibly happen now?” Cyrus nodded nervously, his eyes also nervously flashing down to TJ’s.

Neither boy were sure who leaned in first, all they knew was that they were kissing. TJ Kippen was kissing Cyrus Goodman, Cyrus Goodman was kissing TJ Kippen. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but both of them wouldn’t be surprised if a passerby told them they had been kissing for hours, because that’s what it felt like. “Wow...” they both muttered at the same time, causing a laugh to erupt between them.

“My first kiss with my first boyfriend, and it was with Cyrus Goodman.” TJ almost wanted to pinch himself, “This isn’t some sick prank is it? I could actually die if you’re playing with me, Cyrus.” TJ said, slightly joking but also seriously worried. He had never gotten what he wanted, especially not all at once like this.

“I would never.” Cyrus said simply, leaning in to peck TJ on the lips one more time. Cyrus then had a thought occur to him, ‘Was TJ even ok with people knowing about them?’ The thought weighed down on his mind and he couldn’t help but voice his concerns. “Teej?” TJ looked Cyrus in the eyes again, urging him to continue. “Am I allowed to tell people we’re dating? I don’t know if you’re out and I don’t want to out you before you’re ready.”

“Underdog, I plan on screaming from the rooftops that you’re my boyfriend. Of course you can tell anyone you want! And I’m out to my family, but considering I was planning on telling you and everyone else soon enough I don’t care if you tell them.” TJ shrugged and Cyrus nodded thoughtfully.

“Good to know.” He smiled.

“Are you out?” TJ asked carefully. TJ felt bad for assuming that Cyrus’s question had meant he was.

“To Buffy, Andi, and Jonah, and you now. That’s it.” Cyrus said lowly, “But I think I’m going to come out to my parents this week. Every Sunday we have a big old family dinner with both families, I’ll tell them then.” TJ smiled and kissed Cyrus as a way of saying ‘You can do it.’

“Whoa.” Amber commented as she approached the two. They pulled apart and looked at her anxiously. “It’s about damn time you guys got your shit together.” She said with a slight giggle. “Anyways, although I hate to break up the love fest, Mom’s almost here to pick us up Theo.”

“Amber! Don’t call me that in front of my boyfriend, it’s embarrassing.” TJ blushed.

“Theo? That’s such a cute nickname for Thelonious! Can I use it?” Cyrus said excitedly and Amber’s eyes widened slightly.

“You told him your name?!” TJ looked away from both of them with the deepest of reds seen on both of his cheeks.

“Yeah he did.” Cyrus answered for him with a smile, happy that he was trusted with such precious information.

“Yes you can use it Cyrus, as long as I can call you Muffin.” TJ said with a boost of confidence coming from the fact he knew it would weird his sister out to hear their blatant flirting.

“You guys are gross.” Amber shuttered and they both laughed at her reaction. She then got a phone call which Cyrus assumed was their mom letting her know she was there waiting for her and TJ. “Mom’s here, let’s go, Cupid.” Amber walked off, probably to find Andi to say goodbye to. TJ stood, pulling Cyrus with him due to their still intertwined fingers.

“I’ll walk you to the porch.” Cyrus smiled and TJ mouthed ‘Thank you’ back to him. They walked through the house, hand-in-hand, not caring who saw.

Once they got there they saw TJ’s mom’s car in the driveway, Bex standing next to her open window chatting with her while Andi was in a similar position on the passenger side talking with Amber. TJ then turned to Cyrus and smiled sadly. “I don’t particularly want this night to end yet.” He commented sadly and Cyrus nodded in agreement of the statement. TJ then pulled Cyrus into a hug with his arms winding around Cyrus’s middle, Cyrus’s wrapping around the taller boy’s neck. “We’ll hang out tomorrow right?” TJ smiled when felt Cyrus nod into his shoulder.

“But I’m sad I’ll have to wait like 16 hours to see you again.” Cyrus said dramatically causing a small laugh to escape TJ’s lips.

“We’ll get through it.” TJ smiled before placing a kiss on the side of Cyrus’s head.

“TJ! Hurry up! It’s cold!” Amber shouted out the window at them, all patience leaving her body after Andi said goodbye and headed back inside. They pulled apart from their embrace and TJ leaned down to place a small goodbye kiss on Cyrus cheek, but the pull to his lips was too strong so the kiss landed there instead. Right as their lips met they heard a loud honking sound echo through the quiet neighbourhood. They jumped apart and TJ glared at his sister, not even having to see her hand reached over and on the wheel to know it was her who honked at them.

“I’ll call you later.” TJ smiled and Cyrus nodded.

“Can’t wait. Get home safe, Theo.” TJ rolled his eyes playfully before finally walking away from the other boy and getting into his mother’s car.

It took not even a minute after the Kippen’s car to pull away for Cyrus to receive a text from TJ.

TJ: You get home safe too, Muffin ♥

Cyrus felt his heart beat quicken. He urged it to slow down before he typed his response, but it didn’t want to listen.

Cyrus: I can’t wait to see you again, Thelonious Jagger ♥

Cyrus hit send then went back to the bench he and TJ had spent all that time sitting and talking on only to see everyone else already sat there talking casually.

“Cyrus, did you have fun tonight?” Jonah asked with a smile and Cyrus nodded immediately.

“It was everything I’d hoped for and more.” He blushed as he looked down at the phone in his hands, a message from his boyfriend waiting for him on it, making him blush even more.

TJ: I’m warning you now, the moment I see you I will grab onto your hand and not let it go until the very last second I have to, I can’t stop it even if I wanted to ♥♥

Cyrus: I think I can deal with that ;)

TJ: Good ♥

“Who are you texting, Cyrus?” Buffy asked nonchalantly.

“Huh?” His head snapped up with a smile etched on it, along with confusion as he hadn’t been paying attention and only snapped out of his daze upon hearing his name.

“I asked who you’re texting. You keep smiling at your phone like whoever you’re talking to hung the stars in the sky.” She smiled and Cyrus blushed again.

“It’s obvious isn’t it?” Jonah asked and they all looked at him, confused. “There is one person not here who Cyrus looks at like the way he’s looking at his phone right now.” They all, including Cyrus wait patiently for him to continue, which he didn’t think he had to. “C’mon I can’t be the only one who’s seen it?” They all just kept staring at him blindly. “It’s TJ! He always get this super fond look on his face when he’s with him.” Jonah laughed a little at everyone else’s oblivion.

“Ok this is weird, Jonah is mocking us for being oblivious.” Buffy laughed and the rest joined in.

“Anyways, is it true Cyrus, are you texting TJ?” Andi asked anxiously and Cyrus nodded slightly his blush deepening and his smile growing.

“Ooh, Cyrus has a boyfriend!” Bex mocked and they all laughed at her childish playing.

“Yes he does, and he’s so happy nothing could bring him down.” Cyrus replied happily and a few ‘awe’s erupted in the group, celebratory whoops and hollers heard throughout the backyard. It was true that Cyrus was happy, it was also true that he didn’t think it was possible to be any happier, but then he remembered all the memories he and TJ are yet to share and he thinks he may have made himself impossibly happier.

#andi mack #tyrus #tj #cyrus #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #andi mack fanfic #andi mack fanfiction #tyrus fanfic #andi mack tyrus

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shmende · 5 years

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Growing Out Of It: Pt. 1 - The Unexpected (Shawn Mendes)

In which the reunion of old school friends stirs up some uninvited feelings

No warning, just very slow burn-ish. Also roughly 4.2k words. Enjoy!

Mary-Anne shot an expectant glance from the other side of the bar, thin brows wrinkled and mouth straight. “Kid spilled her drink at 12.”

Judging by her exasperated tone, I obviously wasn’t the only one categorically done with LLV’s Kid’s Sundays. I liked kids, I really did, but they were still a pain in the ass sometimes.

And the parents.

I sighed, remembering the run-in with a particularly nasty mother last Sunday who had insisted that her little five-year-old wouldn’t - couldn’t - consume our fatty french fries, which, by the way, were literally the food about seventy percent of LLV’s costumers came here for, and complained about how we, as a restaurant, endangered her child’s health.

Fucking tourists.

Usually I liked my job, really, it was quite fun, quite sociable, it paid the bills (the horrendously high bills in Toronto), and I couldn’t recall too many unpleasant encounters with costumers, Canadian customers, but those Americans. Sometimes Europeans, too. They could be arseholes.

Desperately wishing for a nice, peaceful family at 12, I grabbed a few napkins, a wet wash cloth and made my way over along the dark, wooden bar, through the black maple pillars and the maze of birch tables, all filled with happy families, some with only one kid, some with grandparents and some pushed together to accommodate all six children. I waved at Tina and Felix, Jonah and Tracy (I hadn’t remembered the names of the little twins yet) and nodded at Mr. and Mrs. Crubick. They made it to every Kid’s Saturday.

Today they sat at 15, meaning that I was only three tables away. And yes, I probably should’ve noticed the woman crouched on the floor a few metres down and a toddler wiggling her arms, barely reaching above the table top, a wee bit earlier. Because then I definitely wouldn’t have stepped into the wet patch on the floor, stumbled and almost lost my balance.

The woman looked up, her short blonde hair messed up and shirt battered with a few light yellow stains. She looked exhausted. “I’m so, so sorry. Little Amy was way too excited about her apple juice.”

“No, ma’am. It’s all fine, no worries. This happens all the time here.” I said, getting to work with my wash cloth.

The woman sighed. “Sorry to cause such mayhem, Miss. I’m sure you weren’t planning to wipe the-”

“Miss, Miss!” A light voice interrupted.

The woman and I turned our heads to the toddler. She was cute, wearing pigtails and ribbons and a little chain with plastic bananas around her neck. Her brown eyes were wide.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to show Mummy something. Look, I drew her a picture! It’s the big tree in our garden.”

I smiled at her. “That’s a pretty picture. Hey, Amy, right? Do you want me to tell you a secret?”

She nodded eagerly. The woman got back on her feet as I finished up the floor as well as I could. Then I turned back to the girl and started wiping the table. The woman settled back into her seat, lifting her cup and motioning at the little one to secure her drawing utensils.

“Listen, Amy, you see the tall guy over there, behind the bar? The one with the brown hair and yellow shirt, like the one I’m wearing?” The girl nodded. “His name’s Matthew. He’ll make you a new juice if you draw him a pretty picture. How’s that sound?”

The girl gave an excited squeak. Then she wriggled in her seat and got to work.

Her mother smiled broadly, relieved, and thanked me. I smiled back before returning to the bar, taking a few orders and waving at Felix and Tina again.

“You’re too nice.”

I shrugged at Mary-Anne, occupied with typing the orders into our tablet.

“Matthew’s gonna cut off your tips one day, you know.”

Mary-Anne was 48 with wild brown curls that she kept in the tightest bun and piercing black eyes. She had a son in drama school in Lethbridge and in constant disagreement with her, especially because she’d desperately wanted her son to become a doctor. Still, she was much more of a delight to be around than any other adult in my life.

“No, he won’t. He knows the importance of good customer service,” I said pointedly, before snapping my eyes to my unbelievably tall boss and catching him with a grin on his lips. “Hey, Matt, you’re gonna get a drawing from an adorable little girl in exchange for an apple juice. Please don’t disappoint her.”

Matthew shot me a thumbs-up. Mary-Anne scoffed, but a small smile lingered on her lips.

She’d been working at LLV for ages, years before I’d started and she had used to be distant at first, insisting I’d only gotten the job because my chem tutor Will was an old friend of Matt’s. Which wasn’t necessarily wrong. I’d been in desperate need for a way to keep the bills paid while studying at U of T and ever since my parents had cut the money chords, I’d been barely scraping by. But I had proved myself. I had Matt now. And Mary-Anne. And the LLV.

And life didn’t seem as pointless as it had used to.

“Hey, Teddy just came in.” Matt said suddenly, making me whip my head to the door.

“Usual spot?”

After his small nod I grabbed the little notepad and sauntered over to the round tables by the window front, right by the terrace, and spotted her familiar mop of brown hair and gesticulating arms. She was with two guys and another girl, all dark-haired and wearing light coloured shirts. I felt like a burst of spring in my yellow top.

And I wasn’t even fully at the table when Teddy waved at me frantically. “Lacey! How you been?”

I grinned. Teddy was one for the books. Always happy, always bubbly. One of my favourite customers, especially on Kid’s Sunday.

“Now that you’re here I’m fantastic. How’re you, back in your old space?”

She laughed. “My favourite space,” and tapped the birch table twice. I took the opportunity to look over her company, my gaze getting stuck at a certain face, adorned with curls and a bright smile. No way.

My grin became involuntarily bigger.

“Shawn? Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in ages!”

Obviously this was a blatant lie. I’d seen him everywhere. On billboards, on magazines, on TV, YouTube, Instagram...the guy was all over. But years ago, when he hadn’t been a world-famous singer, he’d just been the guy sitting next to me in Algebra, struggling on problems and having a laugh if we got it totally wrong. And English Lit. Oh, and biology. Kind of.

Shawn’s eyes lit up. “Lacey Windsor? The Lacey Windsor?”

“Yes! Oh my god, this is-” I didn’t get to finish my sentence because Shawn sprang up and pulled me into a hug, tight and friendly. I grimaced upon remembering the last time we’d hugged. Actually, the last time we’d even seen each other. Graduation. 2016.

I leant back from the hug, mind flashing to that warm night in June and how we’d danced like idiots, sneaked drinks into our gym and sat on the bleachers after the parents had left. Katherine, Ivy, Brian, Shawn and I, not my usual crowd, but Lisa and Theo had been impossible to keep trace of the whole night (ah, yes, young love) and so I’d somehow ended up with the cool music squad after Shawn had taken pity on me and called me over. Only to be sat next to my on-and-off crush of almost two years for the next something hours. It had been a great night. I still called Ivy a very good friend to this day.

“It’s so nice to see you, Lacey! How have you been?” Shawn sat down again, staring up at me expectantly. Suddenly I felt jittery.

“Yeah, I’ve been good. What about you? What are you up to nowadays, rockstar?” The nickname rolled over my lips too comfortably, considering the last time I’d called him that.

He laughed shortly, opening his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Teddy’s slow drawl of a voice, which was one of the things I liked most about her. She didn’t let anyone rush her.

“Wait, you two know each other?”

I wanted to giggle at her raised brows and dropped jaw; also, I wanted to cry at the suddenness of this situation. I’m just as surprised as you, Teddy, trust me. Her fingers dangled in the air, motioning between Shawn and I.

“Yeah, we sat next to each other in school.”

“Algebra was a bitch, wasn’t it?” Shawn immediately regressed to talking to me again, looking up through his long lashes and with his signature grin; and I was 16 all over again. Shit.

Before I could even try to answer, Teddy spoke up. “So, like, you two have been totally unaware that you’ve practically been living in the same street for what - almost a year?”

I shrugged unsurely, feeling incredibly out of place. “I guess?”

Life had a funny way of playing out sometimes. Then I gaped (How did she know where I live?), but was once again cut off by Teddy who continued with a quip in her voice, eyes glistening with mischief. Oh, she was enjoying this.

“Yeah, remember when I drove you home that night, Lacey? When you were drunk out of your mind? I even said that you live conveniently close to the guy I write songs with. Remember?” Her drawl changed into a chuckle. “You were so confused about my job...”

It clicked. Of course I remembered. Three months ago, the night Teddy had become more than a customer - a mutual, an acquaintance, a friend. In other words, an enigma with the most intriguing life I’d ever witnessed (except for, you know, the guy I went to High School with who rose to international stardom before even graduating). I shook my head at her. Unbelievable.

“Wait...so you mean to tell me that the girl you’ve been wanting me to meet is Lacey Windsor? Lacey Windsor from my High School? That’s too much of a coincidence.” Shawn stared intensely at Teddy. I kind of wanted to crawl into a hole. Had she been trying to set us up?

Sure, we’d had a heart-to-heart once, had been somewhat friends ever since then (and I might’ve told her how much I used to like Shawn Mendes when he was still my ‘dirty little secret’, by which I had actually meant High School classmate) but apart from that, I’d pretty much only been her waitress. The only thing special about me was my great sense of favouritism.

And she’d wanted Shawn to meet me?

Teddy looked between Shawn and I, visibly disappointed in the new developments. “Well, my plan to get you two laid obviously backfired.”

My jaw dropped and I sputtered for a moment, alarmed. “You - we...what do you mean get us two laid?!”

My voice got unexpectedly shrill at the end and Teddy had definitely picked up on it. She was smirking now. I felt Shawn’s gaze on the side of my face, with mouth still hanging open and I wondered if he had noticed too. I ignored him. Don’t ruin this. Shawn cannot know about your childish High School crush on him. He has millions of female admirers now. He’s a fucking teenage heartthrob.

Teddy and Shawn were suspiciously quiet. (Probably freaked out.) My face heated up. How would I get out of this without making it awkward?

I cleared my throat. “Well, thanks for your concern, Teddy,” I shot her a pointed look, “but I don’t need you to get booty calls for me. I can manage on my own just fine actually.” Then I looked at the two unknown witnesses on the table, gripping my pencil tightly and ignored Teddy’s glinting eyes. She still found this amusing.

I jotted down everyone’s orders, making contact with lingering eyes and timid voices. Maybe my outburst had been a bit, well, much. I wasn’t usually this harsh, especially not with customers, but seeing Shawn like this, completely unexpected (even though obviously kind of planned - what the fuck, Teddy?) and immediately being accused of needing to get laid in front of him and also by him, that had been a bit much, too.

To put it nicely, I was kind of pissed. I had not envisioned catching up with my crush from algebra and English and biology through a dumb booty call. And a failed one, at that.

I avoided their table for the rest of the day, even though the four had already been out the door only two hours later. Teddy holding her phone up on the way out and warning me of a call that was to ensue later while Shawn had twisted his lips into something distantly resembling a smile and had given me a short wave. I was miserable.

“You overreacted, Lacey. Teddy was just trying to be nice. How could she’ve known that you know him and that you’ve admired him from afar like a middle schooler for ages?”

Mary-Anne was huffing and puffing, scrubbing the surface of the bar that Matt had - as usual - made a mess of.

“And she was right too. You haven’t been with someone in a while. You’re twenty-one, for god’s sake, get out there more! When I was your age, let me tell you –“

Basically, she blurred the line between mum and best friend a lot. Not to mention brooding older colleague, which was a role she only seemed to play when the LLV was overflowing with customers and sometimes, that truly was my favourite.

I groaned quietly, staring past her and sorting through today’s empty glass bottles. Clear in the red basket, green in the clear, plastic in the massive IKEA bag. Yeah, maybe not indulging in Mary-Anne’s talk would make her shut up. Maybe, hopefully.

“And Lacey Windsor, he is handsome, that Shawn guy,” she continued after a short silence. My face contorted into a whine. My heart raced. Handsome. He is handsome. Was handsome. In High School. Shit.

Aren’t you supposed to grow out of childish crushes at some point?

“And he was so polite, dear. You should give him a shot! Maybe just give him a ring? Shame if not, he was so into you too. Downright sad when I brought the food and not you, he was. You should’ve seen it!”

Now I whined out loud. “Stop, Mary-Anne. Please. I can’t -”

She had the audacity to giggle. “Can’t what? Contain the butterflies?” Whistling and grinning, she focused back on wiping the bar. I pierced her with a glare, a mixture of annoyance and disgust at her giddiness. When had my life become the subject of entertainment for other people? First Teddy, now Mary-Anne?

She was about to wipe down the sink when she chirped, “Man, I wish I was young again,” and I cracked, exclaiming,

“Mary-Anne, it’s not as fun as it seems.”

She winked and my cheek twitched. On my way out, I caught sight of a drawing attached to the far left liquor cabinet: a stick-figure with a yellow shirt and brown ponytail, carrying a massive pen in its hand. It was signed with scraggly letters, crooked but genuine. A-M-Y.

Teddy didn’t call that night. She came back to LLV three days later, on a Wednesday evening as I was covering for Matt on the bar. It was getting cold already in Canada and the flu had hit last week. Which also meant that LLV was unusually (and conveniently) empty.

“Lacey, I’m so sorry about Sunday,” she said, sliding into the bar stool right across from me. “I didn’t even mean the whole getting laid thing, it was supposed to be a joke. And I absolutely didn’t mean to offend you or something, or to meddle in your love life, but I just thought it’d be nice for you to meet someone to distract you from Nate and, let’s be honest, that dry spell of yours has been going on for three fucking months and I thought-”

I staggered, taken aback, and decided I needed to step in before she went too far with her rambling, “Well, hello to you too, Teddy,” I said, clipped, and continued mixing the Cuba Libre the blonde surfer dude from 7 had ordered, torn somewhere between laughing and fuming.

When she remained silent, I brusquely added, “Didn’t know you were so familiar with my sex life,” and stared at her. She shrunk slightly.

“Listen, I know we don’t exactly know each other in a conventional way and I didn’t mean to overstep.” Then she squared her shoulders and I knew I was in for a lecture. “But honey, it’s also not exactly rocket science to figure you out.”

I raised my brows in indignation. “Sorry?”

The relationship between her and I was weird, to say the least. We were mostly business. Waitress-customer kind of thing. But then, once I had cried in front of her because of Nate and she’d taken my drunk ass home, she came by in the evenings, sat down at the bar and asked me how I was doing. Eventually, I became curious and returned the question, and so we’d been bonding over the noises of my colleagues, costumers in all kinds of moods and the sound of the cocktail shaker for about three months. As the time went by, we became mutuals who saw each other once in a while and chatted about life, nothing serious, but also not nothing.

“Lacey,” she sighed, looking at me with her big blue eyes. Sometimes I despised her for being eight years older - and probably wiser. “I’m not stupid. You obviously haven’t been with anyone since Nate. No, don’t give me that look. You reek of sexual frustration.”

I gasped. “Excuse me?!”

This was new. Discussing our sex lives when we had usually focused more on my rather embarrassing moping about past loves. I slapped her forearm. “It’s only been two months and we really shouldn’t be discussing this here.” I gestured around the business of LLV, then moved to finish the Cuba Libre and put it on my tray. And I was off, leaving Teddy alone at the bar, shuffling to 7 and back, getting stopped to take orders a few times. Where on earth was Mary-Anne when you needed her?

“So,” Teddy’s voice filled my ears as soon as I got behind the bar again, only to be interrogated. “I did the maths. Two months? Who on earth did you lure in between your thighs and didn’t even bother mentioning it to me? Remember me? The person you cried to after you and Nate broke up?”

I gave her a pointed look. Then I shrugged, done with trying to keep the secret. All my dignity was already out the window anyways. “Nate.”

Teddy’s jaw was on the ground for the next minutes that I spent recalling the events of that Thursday evening in early September where I had randomly called Nate because of a bad day, just to hear his voice. And how he’d actually been in Toronto for a few days and thinking about calling me too; how we’d somehow ended up grabbing dinner and talking about all the good times we’d had and then the bad times and how he regretted having to break up but loved his job in Vancouver. And then a good-hearted hug had led to lingering eye-contact and rough breathing led to kissing and spending the night on his friend’s couch.

Teddy regained her composure, sitting up straight. “So you’ve had your closure now?”

I nodded, reassured because she didn’t seem to judge, and then turned to the coffee machine to make her an Espresso. We bathed in the silence for a bit, not knowing what the other was thinking and also not particularly caring to disrupt, until Teddy initiated,

“Well, I had hoped you’d know by now but I gave Shawn your number.”

I whipped my head to face her. “You did what?”

She held her hands up, surrendering. “I know, I’m sorry. But he was persistent. And I really don’t get why you insisted on ignoring us that hard on Sunday. Did he do something to you in school?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Have you met Shawn?”

“Yeah, right. He wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Teddy rested her chin on her palms, studying my face as I concentrated on the coffee machine. I was doing a miserable job of concealing the twisty feeling in my stomach. Just thinking about what Teddy might’ve told him about me prior to coming on Sunday. Did he think lowly of me now? Working as a waitress, struggling to pay bills and apparently relying on customers to get laid? No, he wasn’t like that. I knew him. Had known him for years.

“So, what I’m guessing is this,” she was back with the drawls, “You were embarrassed.”

She radiated mischief and satisfaction, even more when I moved to shake my head. A poor attempt at dignity.

She erupted in a toothy grin. “Don’t even try denying. You are so easy to read.”

I put the hot Espresso in front of her with a huff and a red face. How dare she?

“Then again, so is Shawn; he was burning to talk to you the whole time. I’m actually really surprised he hasn’t texted you yet.”

Teddy was saying all this very nonchalantly while blowing on her Espresso, like she hadn’t just revealed that Shawn had obviously been thinking about me too. I stared at her taking a sip. Then she looked up at me. I was distressed. Shawn? Burning to talk to me?

We’d gone two years without talking to each other and graduation seemed like another lifetime already. I tensed. It felt so long ago that he’d taken my hand on the way to my house. And it felt even longer ago that his breath had fanned my face when he’d let go of the hug at my door, when he’d kept his hands around my waist and looked from my eyes to my lips.

And that final, infinite moment right before I’d leant in, all ragged breathing and beating hearts and my first real kiss.

(Now that felt like an outer body experience at this point.)

I’d never told him that he was my first kiss, of course. We’d looked at each other afterwards; him scratching the back of his neck, me fiddling with the straps of my bag. The empty glass bottles rumbled inside it and I had hesitated when I said, “That...That was nice and all, but, and don’t get me wrong, I’m drunk and this was probably a mistake. I guess, you know, you’re a rockstar and practically on a world tour in a few days.”

And he’d lingered for a second, then nodded and well, then he was gone. For two years. Gone, but never really. It had proved quite difficult to ignore his existence when he became a celebrity. So I’d done the only thing any reasonable person trying to get over a crush did: Unfollowed him every-fucking-where and changed the radio station when a song of his came on. The only real connection I still had to him was my friend Ivy, but she had understood to shut up about him in front of me. Especially when I got with Nate a year and a half ago.

Somewhere around that time, I’d also gotten a new phone and I hadn’t even bothered to text him my new number. Still, I found myself wondering if our kiss had meant anything to him like it had to me back then.

I suddenly jerked my head, willing that thought out of my mind. Which didn’t go unnoticed by Teddy.

“Windsor, why am I getting the expression that you two have history?”

Clicking my tongue, I delved into the story.

Seven hours later, I laid in bed. Phone in hand and Shawn on my mind. My tiny room had nothing but a glass laptop table from IKEA, my wooden childhood bed and a few clothes racks (also IKEA, naturally). The rest of my stuff was stored in an array of cardboard boxes beneath the window, labelled with creative tags like cheap high-tech (chargers and various cables I had no idea how to use), pics to laugh at, pics to cry at, good books, trash books or, my favourite, a massive binder that read paid bills. I was a picture perfect (broke) university student.

My room was also freezing because I had forgotten to close my window this morning and I heard the faint sound of my roommates Timothy and Charlotte respectively watching movies in their rooms. Sucks to be sandwiched.

I envisioned what Shawn’s apartment must look like. It was probably really spacious, with big windows and high-ceilings. Minimalistic in furniture and full of music stuff. My fingers hovered over the keyboard; I stared at his contact info. Shawn Mendes.

Who was I kidding? What would I even text him? And would he even bother to reply at all?

I decided not knowing was better than being disappointed. At least I could still entertain my fantasies that way.

PART TWO??

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Snake’s Green Thumb, part 2

Hello my Beautiful Puffs! Here is part 2 to Snake’s green thumb!!!! I hope y’all like it :) <3

you can find part 1 here

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*Not my pic, found on Unsplash credit to photographer*

Since you and Theo had become friends it seemed as though your life had changed for the better. He spent time with you practically every day and the days you didn’t spend together you’d most likely get a little note late at night asking about your day. Somehow along the way you found yourself falling for your friend, and fall hard you did.

It made all his little touches and gestures even more endearing. Every time you got a nightly letter, caught Theo’s eyes in the hallway, or felt his hand come in contact with yours during your tutoring sessions, you felt a blush rise to your cheeks

Your other friends seemed to enjoy teasing you for what they considered to be a rather obvious attraction, but it seemed to you that it was obvious to everyone else but Theo.

Of course you didn’t see how his eyes would always search for you the second he entered any classroom, or how he would smile every time he saw you laugh with friends, or how he’d always be just a couple seconds late to your tutoring sessions just to admire you in that golden light like the very first day you met.

Unlike you, Theo had complete control over what emotions he showed to the world, so it was really difficult for anyone to realize just how head over heels in love he was with you. The only person who caught on to this slight change in demeanor was Blaise Zabini. He was the only person who recognized just how much the two of you were in love with one another. And thank god it was him, because Blaise doesn’t actually care for any of that pure blood shit and he’d actually try to help Theo get over his fear of rejection and possibly mess up your friendship instead of bully Theo… which is exactly what he did.

At first you found it weird that Zabini had found an interest in you, until of course he let it slip “accidentally” that he knew about your attraction towards Theo. The way he said it though implied that the two of you were in a relationship and that sneaky bastard then and there confirmed that you, the bamboo-killing Hufflepuff, were head over heels in love with Theodore Nott.

Which of course led to the situation you were in at that very moment, trying to be a Gryffindor and tell Theo how you felt. You had made sure to pay attention to Theo a lot more the past week just because you wanted to confirm what Blaise had told you, and he seemed to be right… now if only you could find the best way to tell him.

At first you thought maybe in one of your nightly letters, but then you knew you’d be too nervous and wouldn’t get any sleep. Then you thought maybe after one of your tutoring sessions, but that might be awkward… you just didn’t know what to do.

When you woke up the next day however you realized that it just wasn’t the day for you… you woke up super late which was extremely rare, could barely get any good cause Zacharias Smith decided to get everything that was left by the time you got there, and then to top it all off Umbridge decided to give you detention with her because you happened to finish reading and writing the chapter before anyone else was done and just took a nap right after. And then, by surprise, the one person who you didn’t really want to be around because feelings decided to wait for you outside Umbridge’s classroom as you finished detention.

“Hi,” he smiled softly at you, his eyes filled with concern as he took in your appearance, “how are you doing today?”

You could only shake your head as the weight of everything came topping down on you and ran into his arms for a hug.

Theo wrapped his arms around your waist and bent his head down into your hair, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Not trusting your voice, you shook your head.

“Okay,” he spoke softly, “do you need anything from me, sweetheart? I really don’t like seeing you like this and want to do anything I can to help.”

With that, you stepped away, still holding on to his waist, as one of your arms went up to wipe the tears that had started to fall, “Can you just hold me… please? I like being in your arms, it makes me feel safe.”

He nodded his head, and slowly brought his hands up to your face to wipe away some more tears that had fallen, “where do you want to go?”

“Can we go to your room, please?” You looked up at him, your eyes practically begging, “I just don’t want to deal with other people at the moment.”

He nodded and grabbed your bag, slinging it over his right shoulder as he wrapped his left arm around your waist, leading you down to the Slytherin common room. When the two of you got there, Theo led you inside and kissed you on the top of your head, “give me one second I have to talk to Blaise.”

As you waited you realized that part of the reason why you had suggested going to the Slytherin common room was because everybody would leave you alone, and for that you were grateful because the only person you wanted… no needed… comfort from was Theo.

He came back over to you, grabbing his hand in yours and walked you over to the staircase, leading you up to the room he shared. Before he opened the door, he turned to you “I talked to Blaise and he agreed to make sure that none of the other boys would bother us… okay sweetheart?”

“Thank you,” you sent a small smile Theo’s way. Nonetheless he would take that small smile as progress.

He led you to the back of the room, where you figured his bed would be, and placed your book bag down on the chair. Then, he pulled you in front of him before setting you down on his bed. You watched as he turned and went through his wardrobe, muttering to himself as he seemed to be looking for some piece of clothing until suddenly he stopped. He pulled out a sweater that you recognized as one of your favorites, one of the only ones that Theo would let you steal from time to time.

“Come here, darling,” he motioned for you to come over, “I figured you’d want to wear something more comfortable and if need be go take a shower. I remember you saying how much they help you out.”

After some time, you stepped out of his bathroom and Theo couldn’t help but admire how you looked in his sweater. The height difference between the two of you was so much that it ended ¾ of the way down your thigh and the sleeves were so long that you’d have to roll them 3 times just to hold them in your hands. Your face was definitely less red as you had stopped crying by then and your hair was down, with beautiful curls reaching your shoulders, instead of up in two braids.

You shuffled over to Theo and beckoned for him to open his arms so that you could place yourself in his embrace. As you snuggled into his chest, you marveled at how the two of you fit together as if you were two puzzle pieces meant to be placed next to each other.

“Thank you,” you whispered, “for this… and for just being you.”

Theo looked down and placed a gentle kiss on your head, “Of course sweetheart. You know I’d do anything for you. You’re one of my best friends.”

“What-“ you started slowly, “what if we were more than just friends?”

Theo pulled away from you just slightly so as to look at your face, “What do you mean?”

“Theo,” you took a deep breath in, “ I like you a lot. I like you so much that… that I think I’m in love with you.”

Theo could only look at you in shock, his throat drying up as he finally discovered that you loved him back. Only, you didn’t take that silence as a good thing, the only thought running through your head was

Blaise was wrong, he doesn’t feel the same way you do.

Your eyes started to water as you thought about how you had just messed up your friendship. You started to shuffle out of the bed, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.

“What are you doing?” Theo came back to the ground only to see you moving away from him, “Sweetheart, what’s the matter?”

You held your hands out in front of you so as to not let him get any closer, “Well go on then. Tell me how much I just ruined our friendship, how you don’t love me and I just made a gigantic fool of myself in front of you.. uhh!”

“Sweetheart-“ “Don’t call me that!” Theo’s heart broke when he saw how much his silence had affected you, “Y/N you got it wrong? I’m in love with you.”

“What?” You brought your hands back down to your sides and stood there, processing Theo’s words. “You-you love me?”

Theo nodded his head and slowly moved over to you, “I am absolutely, head over heels, in love with you. And if you’d have me… I would love it if you’d be mine?”

You grabbed Theo’s by his forearms so that the two of you were chest-to-chest, “Yes. As long as I get to call you mine as well?”

“Always sweetheart, I will always be yours,” Theo gave you a sweet peck on your head before going down to your cheek, then your nose, then your other cheek, and then finally he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips. “Let’s go cuddle then ya?”

You let Theo guide you back to bed and he closed the curtains so as to give the two of you privacy, not giving a damn that it was past curfew or that you’d have to wake up the next day in a room full of annoying snakes.

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sophia1644 · 7 years

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Hot Water

Pairing: Theo x Reader (bc I'm theo trashhh) Warnings: swearing, blood and mentions of injuries, not quite smut but flirting, nakedness and undressing, couple being in a bath together (but not like smutty, it's actually rlly fluffy) (but at one point it's kind of heated so yeah) Summary: Y/N gets worried that Theo forgot about their plans, but it turns out he got hurt badly somehow while with the Pack. So, Y/N being the amazing girlfriend she is, helps give him a bath to clean off all the dirt and blood all over him. A/N: can we just all take a moment of appreciation for tHEO rAEKEN. like seriously, this boy is finally being brought into the Pack and I'm LiViNg for it. Hope you enjoy this cute little fic I wrote today and thx for 100 notes on the last one ;) HOT WATER I sigh, standing in front of the mirror, just staring at my reflection. The bags starting to form under my eyes were absolutely hideous. I'd been up since 10 pm waiting for Theo, who said he'd be here by then. I reach out, over the bathroom sink, grabbing my phone and looking at the time. 1:47 am, and still no sign of him. I was honestly starting to get worried. It wasn't like him to forget about plans, and on the rare occasion that it did slip his mind, as soon as he remembered he would send me a text. But, no, no text. I start getting restless, my mind reaching crazy impossibilities like he'd been captured by Gerard or maybe Scott stopped thinking he'd changed from his old ways and just killed him. I shake my head, dismissing the ideas that were clouding my common sense. My unsteady hand moves forward, grasping the sink handle and pulling it, a stream of water pouring down the spout. I cup my hands together, bending over and splashing the pool of water into my face. I pull out the top drawer below the sink, retrieving my hairbrush and beginning the task of calming the wild strands splaying across my head. It kept me busy for a while, until the thoughts of Theo came flooding back into my mind. I click the power button of my phone on again, seeing that it was now 3 am. I gave in, tapping onto his contact and pressing his phone number. No answer. I try again. No answer. I groan, pushing both of my hands into my hair, combing it back. My brows lift and my eyes light up. Before I can rethink my action, I dial Scott's number. It rings once, my foot tapping impatiently. It rings again, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. "Y/N?" A panicked voice asks. "Scott? What's wrong?" I ask, hearing some wailing in the background, and the terrible engine of Roscoe. "Y/N, we're coming over to your place right now!" Scott shouts, the worry in his voice making my anxiety rise. "Scott-" I begin, but he hangs up. I look at my reflection with wide eyes, hoping that nothing too bad had happened. I leave the bathroom, going down the hall to my bedroom and throwing on one of Theo's oversized t-shirts over my nightgown. I call out for my parents, but no one answers, meaning they decided to book a hotel room instead of driving an hour back home. Thank god for weekly date night. I rush down the wooden staircase, my heart pounding as I open my front door. I'd rather sit on the front steps, basking in the moonlight, where I could see the blue Jeep pull up, rather than wait inside. After what feels like forever in the warm, summer air, I hear a car driving down the far end of my street. I perk up, standing to peer over the bushes blocking my view. I let out a breath I was holding in, feeling the happiest I've ever been, seeing that worn down Jeep. Stiles parks Roscoe dead in front of the path that leads to where I'm standing, Scott jumping out, even before it fully stops. He runs to me, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He grabs onto my shoulders with his hands. "He'll heal, okay? Just remember that," he whispers. "What?" I query, my hands shaking. I wiggle my way out of his grasp, looking over his shoulder, physically weakening at the sight. Theo stands limply, wincing as Malia and Stiles try to help him get into the house. My breathing quickens, Lydia emerging from behind him, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug. "It'll be okay," she whispers. I take in a deep breath, managing to nod in response. As he gets closer, my eyes trail over the rips in his clothes, the gashes in his chest, and how he's basically covered head to toe in blood. His cool blue eyes meet mine, in a sort of determination, his movements becoming faster. He reaches me with the help of Stiles and Malia, Stiles moving so that I can take his place. I gently lift Theo's arm over my shoulder, trying my hardest to not break at how hard he's trying to conceal his pain from me. I don't care about the droplets of bright red dripping down his face as I kiss his cheek. "Are- they h-" his voice is hoarse, so I stop him, my hand resting on his chest. "Stop pushing yourself," I whisper soothingly, knowing that him trying to talk right now, was not going to help anyone. "And no, my parents aren't home. They're staying at some hotel for the night." He gives me a forced smile, and I motion to upstairs, silently asking if he thinks he can reach the top. Being who he is, he nods firmly. "Okay, let's just take it slow," I whisper and he nods again. Malia lets go of his right side, so he can grip onto the railing himself, but I stay by his left side, taking each step slowly with him. "There you go," I encourage. "Only two more steps till the top." He groans, pausing and taking in a sharp breath. "You know I love you, right?" He states through uneven breathing. "You have no idea how much I love you," I retort. His eyes scan my features and I grin, urging him to keep going. "Raeken, you're not quitting on me now," I laugh weakly. At my words, he takes the last two steps, reaching the top and falling into me. I gasp, but quickly regain my own balance to hold him up. I guess those workouts he forced me to do with him, actually came in handy. Scott, who was walking close behind us the whole way up the stairs, clutches onto the other side of him. Theo grunts at the impact, but gives Scott a thankful smile. "The bathroom," I say. "I need to get him washed up." They nod as we make our way down the hall, the trail of dark red liquid seeping into the carpet. I pray those stains will come out or else I won't hear the end of it from my mom, not even mentioning how to explain how the crazy amount of blood got there in the first place. (Maybe lying and saying I had a huge nosebleed. No? Okay.) I let go of Theo, creaking the bathroom door open to let Scott haul him inside. Scott softly helps Theo down onto the floor as I run to my room to grab a few towels. I return with the layers of cloth stacked in my hands, when Scott stops me outside of the bathroom by grabbing onto my forearm. "Are you good to deal with this on your own?" He questions. I scoff, patting him on the back. "If anyone can deal with Theo, it's me." "True," Scott laughs. "We'll all be just a phone call away." "Yeah!" Malia yells from downstairs. I chuckle light-heartedly, thanking Scott for helping while the rest of the Pack leaves. "Anytime." He kisses me on the top of my hair, in the brotherly way he always did, saying a goodbye, and closing the front door behind him. I turn back to Theo, who's propped his back up against the wall while sitting on the cold tile. I kneel down next to him, giving him a sad smile, dropping the towels onto the floor beside me. "What the hell happened?" I query. Theo chuckles humorlessly, shaking his head. "Trust me, you don't want to know." I bite back my questions, knowing to fix him up, then interrogate him after. I take ahold of the hem of his shirt, looking up at him. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" "Trust me, Y/N," he remarks. "Whenever you take off my shirt, it's far from hurting me." My jaw drops and I slap his arm lightly. He raises his arms in mock defense, the wince from it not going unnoticed by me. "Just saying," he laughs. "Raeken you're very lucky that you're injured right now." "The person in pain would say otherwise." I roll my eyes, going back to the task at hand. Theo helps me by raising his arms, him wincing too many times for my comfort, as I pull the fabric upwards as fast as possible over his head, exposing his toned chest. I take the time to examine his wounds carefully, my thumb grazing over a gash that makes Theo take in a sharp breath. "Sorry," I apologize, widening my eyes and tenderly grabbing his jaw in my hand, rubbing his cheek with the pad of my thumb. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. "It's okay, just finish undressing me." "Normally, we're in different circumstances when you say those words." "Oh, trust me I know," he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows wildly at me, causing me to stifle a laugh. I stand up, putting my hands out to help him up as well. He's hesitant at first, but eventually grabs on. I surprise both myself and him when I'm able to hoist him up with little help on his part. "Fuck," he says incoherently. "How did I now just realize how hot you look in my shirt?" Heat rises to my cheeks as quickly as he utters those words, resulting in a smug look on his face from how he was capable of making me blush with only a few words. I bend down, still a bit flustered, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, my fingers digging into the waistband and pulling them down. I start the bath, pushing the knob all the way to the hottest temperature, just how Theo liked it. Countless mornings had taught me that, along with how he enjoyed his pancakes with an ungodly amount of syrup. Theo's fingers hook beneath the thin material of his boxers, but I stop him. "Let me," I breathe. A smirk plays across his lips as he looks down at me, but I ignore him. I pull down his last article of clothing, and shimmy under his arm to help him into the bath tub. He sighs in relief when his foot hits the water, the rest of his body easily following. Within milliseconds, his whole body is submerged under the hot water, except for his shoulders and up, an expression of euphoria plastered on his face. The mirror above the sink starts steaming up when I remember something. "I'll go get some bath salts," I say, knowing that they helped me relax, so it wouldn't hurt for him to test them out. "Okay, just come back quick." My mouth turns upwards at his neediness, finding it really cute. I close the distance between us, bending down and pushing back the messy hair on the top of his head. I plant a wet kiss on his forehead, my hand trailing down to his cheek, Theo brushing his lips against the palm of my hand in response. I pull away from him, the warmth abruptly disappearing without his touch. I go into my room to get the pink salts, returning almost immediately. I pour some of them into the bath, at the far end of the tub. I sit down on a yellow towel laying on the floor right beside Theo, shamelessly staring at the beautiful boy soaking in front of me. Even with dried blood caking parts of his brown hair, he looks damn good, and I kind of hate him for it. His thick brows are a deep brown, complementing his strikingly bright blue eyes. His rosy lips were another story; just the thought of them against my own made butterflies erupt in my stomach. The dark stubble dotting along his jawline, that often rubbed against my cheeks, made me tremble a bit. Every part of this boy was breathtaking and I knew there'd never be a day that I would get tired of the sight. "Y/N," Theo mumbles, his eyelids still shut. "Stop staring," he teases, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his blue eyes open to focus in on me. "Am I not allowed to check my boyfriend out?" I ask, dipping my hand in the water and splashing his face. His jaw slacks, looking at me with wide eyes before splashing me back. "Theo!" I squeal, my clothes getting completely drenched. "Sorry, but payback's a bitch," he jokes. I scoff, pealing the wet t-shirt off of me. Theo's eyes rake over my body, his tongue skimming over his lips, his posture straightening. "You're going to kill me," he growls. I furrow my brows, looking down and realizing that the slip I was wearing was a little more translucent than I thought, especially because of how soaked it was. I smirk, my hands twirling all the strands of my hair on top of my head, creating a messy bun. My eyes stay glued on Theo the whole time, watching him devour my every movement. "Now who's staring?" I tease, my hands resting on my hips triumphantly. "If it weren't for me being in pain every second I move, you would be so paying for wearing that thing. Or rather, lack of." "You're drooling, Raeken." "Please come in here with me," he begs, splashing the water around as he moves to make room for me, wincing at the motion. "I'll have to think about it," I say while pursing my lips, looking up at the ceiling, and feigning deep in thought. "Please," he groans. I laugh, but fall for those puppy eyes of his when I look back at him. They were my all time weakness when it came to him. I honestly believed that those things could stop wars. "Okay," I agree, his eyes lighting up. "But, only to scrub you down." Theo smiles as my right foot dips into the tub behind him, the water rippling. I sink into the hot bath, squeezing my legs on either side of him and getting a perfect view of the expanse of skin that was Theo's back. His hands find my thighs, his fingers swirling designs over the delicate skin. I extend my arm out of the bath, clutching the body wash. I put a dollop of the soap in my hands, rubbing the product to create some bubbles. I know a lot of girls enjoyed abs, but the muscles that flexed as my hands rubbed into Theo's back were way too underrated. I massaged the apple-scented foam into his shoulder blades, a contented sigh leaving Theo's mouth, his body relaxing more with every passing second. "Feel good?" I ask, my hands pausing. He reaches behind himself, grabbing onto my hand and pushing it against his shoulder again. "Don't stop," he mumbles and I obey. This goes on for a while until his whole back is clean of any dirt or blood, his eyes closed in a state of bliss. "Can you lean back for me?" I whisper, him complying swiftly, his bare back flush against my chest, his body comfortably settled between my legs. I begin rubbing the product into his torso, feeling the faint heartbeat under my fingers. Theo turns his head a little, his mouth capturing my neck, sucking at some places while just leaving pecks at others. I notice that his gashes and scratches were already at the later stages of healing, so he was perfectly able, at this point, to do this himself, but I couldn't stop, because he just looked so happy; how his dark eyebrows were raised slightly, how the corners of his lips upturned, and how he lay kisses on any part of me that was exposed to him. I finish lathering him with the body wash, squeezing the shampoo into my hands. Theo had a massive thing for me running my fingers through his hair; he practically begged me to do it whenever we were together. So, the moment my nails scratch delicately against his scalp, he lets out a guttural moan. "Fuck," he murmurs, my fingers running through his soft brown hair, wondering who was enjoying this more. "I honestly don't deserve you," he states, giving me a genuine smile. I laugh, tugging his hair back gently so that I could give him a chaste kiss on his cheek. Even after I finished washing him up and all his wounds healed, we stayed in the hot water, his back against me as I played with his hair, his lips on my neck every once and a while. "You still haven't told me why you ended up like this," I say, my brows knitting together. Theo bites the corner of his lip, turning to face me and shrugging. This boy was something else.

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