people judge theodore
nott in the simplest of the terms.
slytherin, son of a
death eater, orphan, rich, pure blood, intelligent, a loner. wrapped
around in his own arrogance and pettiness.
little they know,
little they know about
the pain carved onto him, the real scars linked to stories of
disappointment, hurt and remorse, and the pain that didn’t leave any
visible marks, but runs the deepest into him. how he remembers, in
vivid detail, the way his mother’s eyes lost their spark when life
left her, when her body hit the floor with a dull sound. the silence
after that, the silence that followed him around, all his life.
little they know about
the universes living within him, the ones which made the darkness
sparkle with light. about the books he loves to read, slipping away
into a reality that doesn’t have death eaters, family expectations
and blood lines, the stories theodore nott can fall in and inhabit,
without having to speak, to pretend to be someone else.
little they know about
his dreams, his real dreams,
not the nightmares of memories and the metallic scent of blood, or
the guidelines perfectly traced by his father about his future wife,
and his future position at the ministry and the importance of the
blood legacy. thedore nott’s dreams are in the corridors of st mungo,
as a mediwizard, in the fouth floor. in his most secret dreams, he
could imagine his own mother there, in the janus thickey ward, it’s
better than remembering her cold, lifeless hands.
little they know about
the feelings bubbling up in his chest. the butterflies
in his stomach that make him flush and stutter and that doesn’t add
up to the image of pettiness, arrogance and coldness. the yearn
in the pit of his stomach for things he cannot have, but he cannot
stop wishing for, embodied in calloused hands and deep dark eyes,
fleeting touches and whispered words that theodore nott knows they
are just a token of friendship.
they know about the warmth, the care, the worry, the love, the hope,
the anxiety, the trust. about the complexity of his character, about
the layers, about the contradictions, about the internal fights of
what he was taught and
what it’s actually right.
about the moments he wishes he could give up, feeling he’s crashing
under expectations, and screams and the silence, and
stripping theodore nott
of all the things that define him and shaping him with the things
people think they know about
him, it’s like tracing a labyrinth with no exit, a riddle itself,
like the very complex personality of theodore nott is.
very few people could actually see the cracks, and the depth.
Kara tries everything. She drops Cat’s name. Lena’s name. Supergirl’s name. The snotty publicist turns her down each time with increasing relish.
“The tastings are for engaged couples only, Miss Danvers.”
And it’s not like she doesn’t try Alex. It’s maybe a little insensitive to ask given that Maggie hasn’t exactly given an answer to the spur-of-the-moment proposal yet, but dammit Kara is feeling sorry for herself. Now the best cake on the entire West Coast is being kept from her by the sad fact of being single.
Not that she would have married Mon-El. Honestly it had been effort enough to teach him to chew with his mouth closed. But it had been less lonely, less Kara left behind, less table for one and going to bed early and alone.
She posts to Facebook in desperation, hoping Winn or James will volunteer to play her fake fiancé and grab one of the exclusive tasting appointments. There’s only four left today, and Kara wants one with a need that’s bordering on obsession.
Before anyone can reply and save the day, a text from Cat arrives.
Assistant AWOL. Have my car out front in 5. Meet me there.
Hey there, my chickadees! I’m sorry we’ve been absent lately, we’ve been busy and I’ve been having trouble with the requests, but please take this shitpost about Seventeen as an apology! This is all in good fun, and not meant to offend anyone or make fun of any of the members. This was probably done before, but I can’t remember the last one I saw, so here’s my take on it!
HEY Y’ALL !!!! I’ve been putting this off for so long but I’m finally making a follow forever because I love my mutuals more than ever and I also just hit 1.5k!! So to celebrate love and good things and all that, I just wanna dedicate a post to all the wonderful people I’ve met on this hecking site !!!
YO nurseydex "nice. great. perfect. fuck this." or holsom "quit it or ill bite"
Yolio, my friend. I realized the other day that I am the shittiest in the world at writing ransom, so nurseydex it is.
Dex was not having a good day. At all.
In fact, it was decidedly bad.
worst part was that there wasn’t anything especially horrible that
happened. It was just a unch of small things, all at once. First he
forgot his bio lab in his dorm, after he spent all night working on
it, and the TA wouldn’t accept it late. The strap of his bag broke,
and yeah, he’d been using the same one since his junior year in high
school, but he had budgeted to buy a new one next month.
an effort to make his day a little brighter, Dex decided to stop at
Annie’s and splurge on himself. Bitty got him hooked on their stupid
hazelnut mochas, but he rarely spent the money on himself. He barely
got a sip before he spilled it all over shoes.
yeah, everything sucked. None of it was life-shattering bad, though,
which just pissed him off more.The only thing he had to look forward
to was the fresh lemon bars that he knew Bitty had set aside for him.
And maybe, just a little bit, he was looking forward to the Haus,
wasn’t sure when it happened, but sometime between his first semester
and his third, Dex started thinking about the Haus as home. It was
nothing like his actual home, back in Maine. His house was always
quiet and pristine.
Haus, though. It was always loud and messy, full of people and the
weird combination of fresh pie and microwave corndogs. Some part of
it reminded him of life before Michael signed his enlistment papers
(and his death warrant). A little bit of that tension he’d felt
building between her shoulder blades for years eased when he walked
into the Haus.
the day sucked, but he had that, at least. The only bad thing about
the Haus was the Nursey seemed to love being there just as much as
Dex, and what he could put his finger on exactly was when he fell
head over heels in love with Nursey. After a grueling practice one
morning, they changed, like usual, in the locker room. But for the
first time, Nursey noticed the small tattoo Dex had tucked under his
bicep. He got this overjoyed look on his face, more excited than Dex
had ever seen him look before, and that was it. That was the moment
when Dex realized he was in love.
hated it. He didn’t want to fall in love. He wanted to go to school,
graduate as soon as humanly possible, and make as much money as
humanly possible. No feelings, no drama. Hockey was his backup plan,
and that’s it. No time for love, or dating, or feelings of any kind.
other things, it messed with his game, which means messing with his
plan B. Every time he looked at Nursey, he got stupid fluttery
feeling, which made him angry, which made him lash out. Lashing out
ruined any sort of friendship they had, which made him even angrier.
And that, all of that, translated to how they played together on the
he could hide the stupid hurricane of emotions he felt whenever he
saw Nursey, but he was having a bad day. He wanted the weird peace
the Haus gave him and he wanted lemon bars, and nothing else.
especially didn’t want to watch Nursey flirting with his stupid peer
review partner. So, when he walked into the Haus and saw just that,
he couldn’t help his outburst.
Great. Perfect. Fuck this,” and walked out.
fucking lemon bars could wait. They could barely make up for his
already shitty day, let alone make up for all of the shitty things he
would feel having to sit through a forced conversation with Nursey.
barely made it four houses down frat row when he heard steps running
after him. Dex didnt have to look back to know that is was Nursey. He
didn’t bother to slow down.
hold up. Dex, wait.” A warm hand clapped on his shoulder, just this
side of too hard. “Dude, fucking stop.”
stopped with a sigh. He turned, and seeing Nursey’s stupid face
didn’t do anything to help. His stomach swooped and it made him a
whole new level of angry.
do you want, Nursey?”
want to know what the fuck your problem is.” There was a look in
those green eyes that Dex had never seen before.
in Dex broke. Any somewhat reasonable answer was a lie. It wasn’t
anything that contributed to his bad day that was the problem. It
wasn’t even the bad day. It was everything, all at once. It was all
his stupid feelings. That was the real answer, the answer he was sick
of not giving.
wrong with me is that my socks are sticking to my shoes, since I
spent money I don’t have on a coffee I spilled straight away. My
problem is that I needed my bag to last until next month and I broke
it today. My problem is that my dick lab TA refused to take my report
late, so the highest I can get in the class onw is an 89.
problem, Nursey, is that every time I walk into the Haus and see you
flirting with whatever his name is, I don’t know if I’m more mad at
him for being your type or at myself because I’m not. And my problem
is that more and more I don’t know if I want to punch your stupidly
beautiful face or kiss it.”
noticed that Nursey’s hand was still on his shoulder. Some time
during his incredibly ill-timed speech, he had taken several
half-steps forward and was now well into Nursey’s personal space. Dex
couldn’t help but look at Nursey’s face. He expected anger or maybe
that same odd expression from earlier, but the small smile was a
felt Nursey’s hand slide carefully down his arm, slipping solidly into
his own. “You think my face is beautiful?”
like that, the day was forgotten. All the crap fell away and it was
just stupid chirps and cute smiles and a warm hand. “Shut up, you
know you’re cute.”
no. You can’t downgrade me from beautiful to cute like that.”
took another small step forward, close enough that their shirts
brushed against each other. “Fine, you’re beautiful. Now, can I
kiss you while I still feel like it?”
got a small nod.
kiss wasn’t spectacular. It wasn’t fireworks. Dex’s shoes still
squelched and his shoulder was sore, but it was exactly what he
wanted. And it was perfectly them.
12. “Stop judging me” 20. “Open up, I got McDonald’s.”
A/N: I wanted to try this text message thing and this is my first ever written like this sooo tell me your opinion about this one & if I should do more text message imagines. Sorry it took so long ily
Warnings: uh none? Just fluff and McDonald’s is mentioned. Gif is not mine, credits to the owner.
Dylan: Where r u
Dylan: Are u still mad at me? read 9:48pm
Dylan: Oh c'mon, your ignoring me now?
Dylan: shut up
Dylan: Don’t be mad
Y/N: Um, I am going to be mad for a while, you idiot
Dylan: Idek why ur mad at me because I didn’t do anything?
Y/N: What the hell
Y/N: You ditched me at the bar where I never even wanted to go and I tried to find you and then I found u talking to a group of girls and then some jerk spilled his drink and then I smelled like beer and u didn’t even notice
Dylan: Then why did u came if u didn’t want to
Y/N: I wanted to hang out with u
Dylan: wait, are u jealous read 9:56pm
Dylan: Do you LIKE me??? delivered 9:56pm
Dylan: Do not close your phone delivered 9:57pm
Dylan: Come back Come back Come back Come back delivered 9:57pm
Dylan: Ok I’m coming over delivered 9:59pm
Dylan: I’m outside read 10:20pm
Dylan: Open the door please
Y/N: Go away I’m going to sleep
Dylan: Open up, I got McDonald’s
Dylan sent a picture
Y/N went to open her door and streched her hand out.
“Give me my food.”
“I’m not going to give you these if you don’t let me in”, Dylan answered. Y/N snorted and let him in. She grabbed the brown paperback with McDonald’s logo on the side and went to the kitchen without saying anything to him. Dylan followed and sat across her staring her as her eyes brightened when she saw her favorites inside. She put the foods on the table and Dylan reached his arm in order to steal couple of french fries but his hand got slapped away.
“Dude”, she said with a cautionary tone.
“Sharing is caring”, he said and tried again.
“Do not steal my food or I’ll dye your hair pink while you’re asleep.” Dylan looked at her smirking a little. “Somebody’s being overprotective over their food.”
“Don’t judge me, I’ll consider forgiving you after I’m done with these.” There was a moment of silence until Dylan spoke again.
“So, about last night..”
Y/N interrupted. “Please, don’t.”
“We need to talk, I’ll forget it after we’ve talked, okay?” Y/N thought about it and eventually she nodded.
“I am extremely sorry about ditching you. The girl group kind of surrounded me and I had no idea you felt like that and you know I would never do anything to upset you, right?” He looked like a sad puppy and you tried your best to not go over and wrap your arms around him.
“Yeah, that’s okay”, Y/N said smiling softly.
“No, it’s not okay. I promised myself I would do everything to protect you from stuff like this and it hurts like hell because, well, I like you a lot.” Y/N looked at him like she had just seen a ghost.
“I like you more than I should.” Y/N grabbed rest of her french fries and slide them over the table to Dylan.
“Feelings are mutual”, she smiled and blushed. They stared at each other for a while until Dylan stood up and pulled Y/N from her chair.
“Since both of us just confessed our feelings, do you think it’s okay if I kiss you now?” He whispered hand still on her hand.
“I think it’s more than okay”, she whispered back and pulled him closer so she could reach kiss him. The kiss got pretty intense and a moment later you pulled away to catch your breath.
“You taste like french fries”, Dylan said and tried to hold his laughter.
hi!! idk exactly how to word this, but do you know of any fics where d or p uses kisses/sex to shut the other up or convince them of something? thank you for all your hard work!! 10/10 scientists say ur the best
Just Shut Up (ao3) -
Set directly after the last Impossible Quiz video. Dan’s a brat and won’t let a silly game go; Phil just tries his best to help.
Make Me - Phil Lester should know that if your enemy says ‘Shut up!’ you shouldn’t answer ‘Make me’. Pastel!Dan Punk!Phil High school AU
Make Me - d&p sharing a dorm room and at night dan is afraid of the dark so he talks and talks and phil is extremely annoyed until one day he tackles dan in bed “would you shut the fuck up already” “make me” and they kiss.
That wasn’t quite the reaction Ian was expecting from Mickey when he took his shirt off, but when he noticed Mickey looking amused at something behind him and glanced over his shoulder to see the mirror, Ian understood. “Shut up.”
“What the fuck is that?” Mickey spun Ian around to get a better look and barked out a laugh.
“I don’t fucking wanna talk about it, alright?” Ian turned back around and started pulling off Mickey’s shirt in an attempt to derail the conversation, but Mickey was having none of it.
“Did you actually get a fucking pair of tits put on you?”
“Oh, yeah, like I’m the only one making stupid tattoo choices.” Ian jabbed at the botched ink on Mickey’s chest to prove his point.
“Hey, at least I like the thing I permanently inked on my body.”
“Just like?” He tried to distract again by hooking his fingers in Mickey’s jeans and pulling him in for a kiss, and this time it worked.
“Maybe a little more than like,” Mickey admitted, getting back to the task at hand.
After they finished reacquainting themselves with each others’ bodies, when Mickey was settled in his rightful place as little spoon, he tried to bring it up again. “So, fucking tits, ey?”
Behind him Ian stiffened up, and not in the fun way. “I really don’t wanna talk about that right now.”
Mickey didn’t like that there were things he didn’t know about Ian now, but he got it. There were things about Mexico that he didn’t feel like talking about right away either. “Alright. But if you want we could go get our fuck ups covered up together.“
"You want to cover up my name?” Ian tried to pass it off as nothing but Mickey sensed a hint of disappointment.
“I want to get the misspelled hack job I did on myself while I was blitzed on prison hooch covered up with something that looks half decent. Don’t worry, I’ll keep your name in it.”
“You don’t have to,” Ian argued, but sounded pleased as his fingers brushed the ink in question.
“You’re right. Maybe I’ll cover it with ‘Firecrotch’.”
“Don’t even joke about that.” Ian’s fingers sought out Mickey’s nipple and pinched, and Mickey shouted and grabbed Ian’s hand. “Maybe I’ll get your face tattooed above my tits.”