Successfully Added 38 Words To My Theloise Hunger Games AU! 🥳

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Step 4. Write a paragraph you're not sure how to continue from

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"Maturing is realizing Dair is better than Chair." Speak for yourself, I've always known Dair is superior!

Pairing: Eloise Bridgerton/Theo Sharpe

Summary: Snippets in the life of Eloise Bridgerton and Theo Sharpe (and anyone else who comes along)

Here's a snippet of the final chapter of my WIP: The Manuscript! Planning on posting later today.

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So many WIPs, so little time.

my handwriting before coffee:

my handwriting after coffee:

I dont know what to say other than I read @pendale 's titanic au drabble like an hour ago (go read that if you havent) and then furiously wrote this.

"James Cameron is full of shit," Eloise says as the screen fades to black and the credits begin to roll. "I still say they both could have fit."

"Not this again," Theo laughs, half out of desperation, and half actual humor. He pinches the bridge of nose. "For the last time, El, it's about the bouyancy, not how much space they had to occupy."

Eloise smirks, popping a piece of popcorn in her month. To the victor goes the spoils, she thinks. It's become much, much too easy, lulling Theo into an argument like this. Most of their movie nights end up following a similar route.

"All they had to do was tie Rose's lifejacket-"

"I swear to God, if you bring up the Mythbusters thing again-"

She throws an M&M at her boyfriend's face, aiming for his forehead. He catches it in his mouth instead. She would be more annoyed about it, but it was an pretty impressive catch, so she gets her revenge by throwing herself at him and toppling them both down onto the couch cushions.

She settles on top of him, and Theo's arms wrap snugly around her waist as he peers up at her with a gaze so open that even after years of receiving it, it still sparks crackling electricity to erupt throughout her body.

(The same sensation she had had the first year of university watching him arrive in the middle of a lecture with the most endearing blush on his face before taking a seat next to her.)

"I don't think Jack and Rose were in the right frame of mind to have come up with such an elaborate plan," Theo tells her, "you know, with all the freezing to death and what not."

"Sucks to be them," Eloise says plainly. "I  would have thought of it."

"Of course you would have."

She sinks more fully onto him, pressing them further into the cushions. She'd called it payback for his teasing, but it's hardly a punishment. "I'm just saying, if I had a gorgeous peasant in front of me I wouldn't simply sit back and do nothing while they turn into a corpse."

"I don't know if I should be flattered you called me gorgeous, or offended you called me a peasant."

"Who said I was talking about you?" She raises a challenging eyebrow.

Theo laughs. "Well, you're too old for Leo Dicaprio, so I know you're not talking about him."

Eloise smooths her hands down his solid chest, appreciating the way his features get caught in the glow of the television. Something anchors itself in her ribcage, heart tied to this spot, this moment, this man. She holds no desire untether it. "I would have gotten us out alive," she says softly-- not a boast, but a declaration. "I would have saved you."

"I know you would have," Theo pulls her closer. "There's not a bone in my body that would ever cast doubt on you."

She shows her gratitude for such unwavering confidence by capturing his lips in a kiss-- slow and sweet, and without any emerging danger or impending doom to hurry them along. Theo’s fingers tease the hem of shirt, and her own take to their favored position of curling in his hair, and her opinion is only cemented further.

James Cameron and the freezing waters of the Atlantic Ocean be dammed. There's nothing in the world that could keep her from having this.

My brain is just my superiority complex and my inferiority complex battling for dominance. And the latter is winning.