Omg A Walk To Remember?

Mr.Martin: Rhonda is at that very special age where a kid only has one thing on their mind.

Wally: Boys?

Rhonda: Homicide

Milo Manheim | Spencer MacPherson

I want percy to fuck these period cramps out of me pls and thank you

AHHHHHHHHH

𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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Summary: Old friends turned enemies Y/N and Theo Nott find themselves in a tense stalemate, exacerbated by their close proximity in Potions class. Theo's unrelenting efforts to get Y/N's attention clash with her determination to ignore him.

word count: 540

Y/N entered the Potions classroom, her mind preoccupied with the intricate instructions for the day's potion. The room was still mostly empty, with only a few students scattered about, whispering to each other or preparing their materials. Y/N took her usual seat, not far from the front, preferring to have a clear view of Professor Snape's demonstrations.

Her mood soured as she noticed Theo Nott taking the seat directly across from her. Y/N frowned, immediately considering moving, but as she began to rise, she felt a firm but gentle hand on hers, stopping her in her tracks.

"Sit down, Y/N," Theo said, his voice low and insistent.

She glared at him, her resolve to ignore him strengthened by the infuriating smirk that played on his lips. Just as she was about to yank her hand away and find another seat, a group of girls approached Theo, vying for his attention.

"Theo, could you help us with today's potion? We heard it's really complicated," one of them said, her tone dripping with sweetness.

Theo's smirk deepened as he turned his attention to the girls. "Of course," he said smoothly, his eyes flicking back to Y/N, hoping to see a flicker of jealousy.

Y/N rolled her eyes, unimpressed, and with her free hand, she pulled out her textbook, determined to ignore both Theo and the girls. What she didn't realize was that Theo's hand was still clasped over hers, his thumb now gently rubbing circles on her skin. Her focus on the book was intense, trying to block out the sensation of his touch.

"Miss Y/L/N," Professor Snape's voice cut through the chatter, calling her to the front of the class.

Startled, Y/N let go of Theo's hand, not even registering the fact they had been holding hands. Y/N stood up and walked to Snape's desk, feeling the weight of several pairs of eyes on her, most notably Theo's.

As Snape began discussing the finer points of her last assignment, Theo's attention was entirely on Y/N, his gaze sharp and focused. The girls surrounding him noticed his distraction, their expressions turning from interest to annoyance.

"Theo, are you even listening to us?" one of the girls huffed.

His eyes never left Y/N. "No, I'm not."

The girls followed his line of sight and one of them whispered, "Y/N? I thought you hated each other."

Theo shook his head, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. "No, not quite."

"So, you like her?" another girl asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and disbelief.

He smirked, not needing to say more. The look in his eyes gave away everything.

"What are you going to do about it?" the first girl pressed, hoping to draw his attention back to them.

Finally, Theo turned his gaze to the girls, his smirk growing more pronounced. "Make sure she knows. She's been mine since we kissed last week."

As Snape continued to speak to Y/N, she could feel Theo's intense stare burning into her back. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized the depth of his attention, the memory of their kiss flooding back. But she quickly pushed it aside, focusing on Snape's words and the task at hand.

The bell rang, signaling the start of class. Y/N hurried back to her seat, pointedly avoiding Theo's gaze, but the tension between them was palpable.

It popped into my head, now you get it.

ahhh yes, just what I need at 3am

⋆·˚ ༘ * they nicknamed her ‘the bolter’

warnings: the ending is rushed, I ran out of inspo 😭

pairing: connor stoll x daughter of hades

connor stoll was notorious for torturing campers and pulling silly pranks. unfortunately you were one of the many campers that he had bothered by his stunts

it started back when you first got to camp and you were assigned to cabin eleven since you had been unclaimed. a peaceful evening, book open in your hands and the room was silent- rare for this cabin specially, but most campers had been at the campfire. you didn’t go along because it would have been awkward to sit by yourself so you stayed back, the silence was much needed anyways

things were never silent at camp half-blood though. the moment you were enjoying was interrupted by the younger stoll standing beside your bed (staring into your soul may I add)

you close your book and look up at him “do you need something?”

he stays silent, cheeks turning red by the second. the next you know his lips are on yours, this kids a total creep! when he pulls away he gives you one last glance before bolting out of the cabin

what the hell was that? you still don’t know to this day. but he hasn’t mentioned it since it happened so you decide not to bring it up

that was the first time he pulled a stunt on you, and after that it was relentless. however the pranks he would pull would always be much less intense than the ones you had seen around, simple things.

your book wouldn’t be in the same place you left it, notes pretending you had a stalker (you knew his handwriting though, he doesn’t fool you here), scaring you everytime you left the cabin, you once even woke up with a pile of dirt under your blanket, but that was nothing compared to the misery he would put everyone else in. so why does he go easy on you?

you wanted to talk to him for once, maybe have an interaction where you weren’t being pranked, that was the only time he spoke to you, never anytime else. why? you don’t know! this idiot won’t talk to you!

you got claimed months later by hades and moved out of cabin eleven to thirteen. after that you talked to him even less, occasionally you would sit at hermes table to have small conversations with him but you never got much words out of him unless it was a stutter or a simple ‘yes or ‘no’

today you were blessed with the opportunity to be the victim of his next prank. walking out of your cabin you got a bucket of black paint poured on you, you swear all your lives flashed before your eyes

you stand shocked, attempting to wipe the paint out from your eyes and when you opened them you see a half blurry connor in front of you

“I hate you” you hissed

connor’s frowns, a hint of guilt in his eyes. he hands you a towel before bolting yet again, he seems to do this every time, always leaving you after a prank

you pout and fight the tears begging to leave your eyes. you walk back in your cabin and clean off, three showers it took to remove the dark color. when you were finished you went to tonight’s campfire. you spot connor sitting alone and you take a seat beside him

“I’m sorry” he mutters “I’m really sorry”

you sigh “why did you do it?”

“It was on a dare, the kiss, travis made me. it slipped out that I liked you and he wouldn’t let it go. then he told me that the only way to get your attention and I don’t know, I thought it would work. I’ve never dated anyone before, I’ve never even liked anyone else before so I just followed whatever he said. I hated pulling those pranks on you, all of them, even if it was nothing, I don’t like seeing you upset, especially when I’m the reason for it. I really like you though, like really like you, and I want you to know that. It’s okay if you hate me, I would hate me too, I’m not trying to make you pity me, I just want you to know that I love you and you deserved an explanation”

“connor”

he looks up at you for the first time tonight, and you prepare yourself for your next action. you take the side of his face and pull him in for a kiss- this time not on a dare, and you cherish every moment of it. perhaps the pranks had been worth it

KYLIE AND TIMOTHEE MIGHT BE PREGNANT???

Am I to be Austrian or the Dauphine of France?

–Marie Antoinette (2006)