Gryffindor heart-throb.

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Thu, 01 Mar 2012 19:36:44 -0500

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Thu, 01 Mar 2012 18:20:10 -0500

Gideon! Oh baby daddy, where are you?

Thu, 01 Mar 2012 18:18:20 -0500

darlingmeadowes:

We still have to name our little girl!

Have we named her yet? I’ve just been calling it a her for the past two days.

A baby? I got this project on lock.

Mon, 27 Feb 2012 17:51:08 -0500

darlingmeadowes:

Good, glad to hear it. I can get along with babies just fine, but umm… do you know how to change a diaper though? I feel like these are things I should know how to do, but I have no clue.

Yeah, of course I do! I had to learn because Molly shoves the kids over to Fabian and I when we’re home for holidays.

A baby? I got this project on lock.

Mon, 27 Feb 2012 17:40:48 -0500

darlingmeadowes:

Wow, thank goodness you’re prepared for this Gideon! I babysat for a neighbor one time, if that counts for anything…

It counts. We’ll be alright, Meadowes. Should be a breeze.

A baby? I got this project on lock.

Mon, 27 Feb 2012 17:22:49 -0500

Thank you Molly for popping out countless nephews.

Here, here, and here | Gideon

Mon, 27 Feb 2012 13:00:58 -0500

-macdonald:

With the darkness of the house hiding her blush, Mary bent her knees in a deep curtsy, grinning up at Gideon as her fingers pinched the ends of the wrinkled oxford and pulled them out like a dress. Laughing quietly, she spun around once before standing back up, spine straight. “Oh you do, do you?” she matched his teasing tone, fingers curling lightly around his arm as she leaned gently into him, a small sigh escaping her lips that seemed to exude contentment. “Maybe I should just wear your clothes all of the time, they’re certainly more comfortable.” With a small shrug, Mary was able to nearly bury herself in the fabric, closing her eyes as the familiar scent filled her nostrils. “Mm, smells nice too.”

In a way, she almost detested how deeply such simple things of his could affect her. It wasn’t that long ago that her and Marlene had sat around and confessed that they both didn’t think they were cut out for those silly things called relationships. Somedays, Mary still wasn’t sure she was. But Gideon wasn’t simply her boyfriend or some shag. He wasn’t a hand to hold or a person to flaunt. Through it all, he’d became her best friend in a way. And certainly that didn’t count against her doubts in the whole institution of fairy tale relationships, did it? She shook off the thought, allowing her hand to slide down his arm and into the familiar comfort of his hand. Turning to skip backwards and pull him along —because really, when could she ever just be calm about anything?— she was struck with the sudden realization that this had so easily become one of the best nights of her life. It was perfect, all of it, and even if it hadn’t been she knew it still would have been amazing. He had a certain way of making her feel that way.

She continued on her backwards trek until reaching the stairs, at which she stopped promptly and gave him the most pathetic pair of puppy-dog eyes she had ever conjured. “Have I ever told you how incredible of a shag you are? And you know, sometimes that’s hard on a girl’s legs…” she let the words trail off, letting go of his hand as she clasped her own before her, rocking back and forth slowly on her feet, practically beaming up at him as her teeth sunk into her still-swollen bottom lip to control the smile. Besides, she thought it added to the whole innocent I-can’t-walk-up-the-stairs act.

Gideon watched Mary with a content smirk, his eyes absentmindedly looking her over as she spun. She looked better in the damn shirt than he ever would. Sex hair, pink tinged cheeks, and all. There was a point where he was sure he felt the three words for Mary, but decided to over look it. Saying them would be like setting off a bomb. Maybe he’d let her say it first. He honestly didn’t even know if they’d ever say it. Why was he still thinking about it? Instead, he occupied himself with the sight of Mary, and her teasing him. It was so easy to be distracted by her, and yet so easy for his mind to wander. “You look better in them, that’s for sure. And at least they’d be put to some sort of use,” Gideon teased right back, his shoulders lifting in a shrug.

Following the blonde towards the stairs, he gazed at her in amusement as she pouted, an eyebrow raising. Was she trying to guilt trip him into carrying her up the stairs? It was extremely difficult to resist her puppy dog eyes, though, and he found his resolve fading. Although, he probably would’ve carried her anyways. “Alright, Princess Mary. You’re far too convincing for me to even think about saying no,” Gideon chuckled, giving her a look, before bending slightly. Without any true effort, he grasped around her shoulders, and underneath her knees before lifting her off the floor. Holding her in his arms, he looked down at her with an amused expression. “I do believe that you’re just using me, so that you don’t have to walk up the stairs. Are you going to make a habit out of this? You use me for my bed too. I feel so used,” Gideon teased her with a small pout as he began the trek up the stairs.

Her weight really was no issue, and he found himself thanking Quidditch again for the strength. Looking around the dimly lit hallway that he had carried her to, he looked down to the blonde. “Where to, Ms. Macdonald? Where would you like to explore first?”

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Mon, 27 Feb 2012 10:30:54 -0500

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Mon, 27 Feb 2012 01:12:21 -0500

All of my Marideon and Limes feelings. I cannot contain them.

Mon, 27 Feb 2012 00:52:40 -0500

All of my Marideon and Limes feelings.

I cannot contain them.

Here, here, and here | Gideon

Sun, 26 Feb 2012 23:20:48 -0500

-macdonald:

Pulling back with a satisfied smile, Mary placed a hand on each of his shoulders and used them as leverage to jump down from the counter. “You know I’m always up for a bit of adventuring, most especially—” with a grin, she poked him lightly in the chest, walking slowly away while still facing him, “when there are seven heads involved.” At last she turned around, walking blindly in the way she assumed they’d come from, a little disoriented from their previous activities and the darkness. She had no doubts that she would run into at least one wall in the process, and so her feet padded slowly across the floor for a few steps.

“And for the record,” she looked back at him, almost afraid. “I always feel like I’m going to explode around you. And it’s sort of a good explosion, I think. But also dangerous.” Turning so that she was treading backwards through the room, Mary’s hands stretched out and clasped around his, pulling him along as she walked slowly backwards, back to their clothes. “I don’t know what it is, or maybe I do and I just don’t want to say.” Teeth sinking down into the flesh of her lip, Mary forced herself to stop speaking like she was used to doing. The words that threatened to danged right off of her tongue if she let them were heavy indeed, and not something to be spoken without thought. Or maybe they were, maybe they were meant to be spontaneous and said with raw feeling. It all very much hurt her head, and as they reached the pile of clothes and she dropped down to the floor, tossing a pair of boxers up to Gideon and stealing his button-up for her own use, Mary had a fleeting moment of panic where she imagined she’d never be strong enough to say the words that she was almost positive she felt for him.

Gideon smiled absentmindedly at the back of Mary’s head as she pulled him through the dark room, hoping that they didn’t trip over anything that he had knocked over in his haste to find a counter, or table. Sensing the hesitancy in her response, he squeezed her hand, his smile widening slightly. The way his heart panged around her sometimes scared him to death. Her second statement caught him off guard, and he was happy that her back was turned to him, and she didn’t catch the widening of his eyes. The simple expression of surprise. His mind even stopped for a moment. How was he supposed to reply to something like that? It was slightly confusing, and instead, he squeezed her hand again for the loss of words. He felt the same way, possibly even more, but he couldn’t find the way, or words to express it just yet.

Catching his boxers in his hand, he released Mary’s hand, and pulled them on without a second thought. His mind weighed heavily with the words she had just said, and the ones that had been circulating his mind while they had shagged. The words that were so heavy, that just the words could scare Gideon senseless. Scratching the back of his neck for a moment, he grinned at the sight of Mary in his shirt. It was quite the sight. “I really do enjoy the sight,” he teased her lightheartedly. Much more than he was feeling. He wasn’t even sure if he could explain correctly. What if he never told her how he felt? The words were loaded ones. Ones that could ruin them for a number of reasons. His never telling her how he felt. His telling her how he felt, and scaring her to death. He’d have an anxiety attack if he continued to think about them.

“A tour of the house is in order, I think,” Gideon announced with a smirk, reaching out for her hand once more. It came naturally. The simple action. The words that circulated his mind? Not so much.

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Sun, 26 Feb 2012 20:59:44 -0500

fabprew replied to your post: fabprew replied to your post: fabprew replied to…

Liar.

I don’t lie. I don’t know how.

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Sun, 26 Feb 2012 20:54:49 -0500

fabprew replied to your post: fabprew replied to your post: Dating Mary has…

That is the biggest lie you’ve ever openly told me. Really. Molls is sympathetic for you because I’m smarter and better looking than you. Mum too. Don’t worry. I’ll always be there to protect you against them.

That’s alright. I don’t like you much.

fabprew replied to your post: Dating Mary has brought down your hotness level, Mate. Don’t worry....

Sun, 26 Feb 2012 20:51:47 -0500

fabprew replied to your post: Dating Mary has brought down your hotness level, Mate. Don’t worry. I’ll make you proud. I knew I was the hotter twin, I KNEW IT. Brains before brawns, mate. Which I have both.

Sure, she’s hot as hell, mate. But it means you’re not available. So I win. Also: Totally sending Molls a letter, telling her I won’

Molly likes me better anyways. So does Mum. I always win, mate. You’ve just got to deal with it.

Dating Mary has brought down your hotness level, Mate. Don't worry. I'll make you proud. I knew I was the hotter twin, I KNEW IT. Brains before brawns, mate. Which I have both.

Sun, 26 Feb 2012 20:45:52 -0500

Lies. All lies. What is this slander? Mary, if anything, only rises my hotness level.

-macdonald:

Sun, 26 Feb 2012 19:34:27 -0500

-macdonald:

Sun, 26 Feb 2012 19:16:14 -0500

-macdonald:

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Sun, 26 Feb 2012 19:12:41 -0500

Gideon Prewett singing after a drink at a muggle bar he was...

Sun, 26 Feb 2012 17:59:32 -0500

Gideon Prewett singing after a drink at a muggle bar he was dragged to. June 1976.

-macdonald: It’s certainly more embarrassing, even if they did end up smelling like a barn for...

Sun, 26 Feb 2012 15:04:33 -0500

-macdonald:

It’s certainly more embarrassing, even if they did end up smelling like a barn for weeks after. Besides, there is plenty of time for pantsless dorm hiding after we’ve had our laughs. We’ll have to hide out from the wrath somewhere, right? That is, if they find out.

True, true. They’ll never find out, though. We’re too good for them to find out. I have a feeling that everyone is going to end up with wet pants by the end of the day. This is excellent. When shall we put this plan into motion?