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hello💕could you write a little something with this enzo edit about a bookworm!reader who has caught enzo’s eye? assuming he’s not a reader but wants to impress 🤣 love you!

Reading Between The Lines

pairing - lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

warnings - fluff, kinda shy enzo I guess, bookworm!reader, one mention of y/n

a/n - my love 💕 I have been thinking about this since I saw your edit for the first time. love you!!!

wordcount - 1.7k

part one - part two

The Hogwarts library was a sanctuary for you, a haven of quiet amidst the chaos of school life. Surrounded by towering bookshelves and the scent of old parchment, you felt at home among the rows of dusty tomes and well-worn novels.

You were always lost in the pages of a book, your nose buried in its contents as you devoured story after story. It was your escape, your solace, your one true passion in life.

And it was in the library that Lorenzo Berkshire found himself drawn to you, captivated by the way your eyes sparkled with excitement as you pored over the pages of a book. He admired your quiet confidence, your unassuming beauty, your love for literature.

Enzo wasn't much of a reader himself, but he found himself spending more and more time in the library, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. He would watch from a distance as you returned books to their rightful places, a shy smile playing at the corners of his lips.

And then, when you weren't looking, he would sneak over to the shelves and scan the titles of the books you had returned, committing them to memory. He hoped that by borrowing the same books, he could strike up a conversation with you, impress you with his knowledge of literature and your shared taste in stories.

But it wasn't easy for him. He struggled to find the same passion for reading that you possessed, often finding himself bored or distracted by the words on the page. But he persevered, determined to win your affections, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone.

As he flipped through the pages of the latest book he had borrowed, the text on the back of the book having promised a thrilling romance between star-crossed lovers in a fantasy realm, Enzo couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. He longed to connect with you, to share in the joy you found in reading, but it seemed like an impossible task.

But then, as he turned a particularly dog-eared page, he came across a passage that made him pause. It was a passage about love, about longing, about the ache of unrequited affection. And in that moment, Enzo realized that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't so different from the characters in the books you loved so much.

With a curious furrow in his brow, he carefully examined the dog-eared page, wondering if perhaps you had left it as a deliberate sign. Maybe, it was your subtle way of sending him a hint—a hint that you felt the same way he did.

As he pondered the possibility, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that you were trying to tell him something? The thought filled him with a rush of excitement, igniting a flicker of hope within his chest.

But before he could dwell on it further, his attention was drawn to something tucked between the pages. With trembling fingers, Enzo reached for the small slip of parchment, his pulse quickening with anticipation.

As he unfolded the note, his eyes widened in surprise, and a flush of embarrassment crept up his neck. The delicate script danced across the parchment, revealing your words:

‘Caught you sneaking glances, Berkshire. Don't worry, I don't mind. Maybe we can talk about books sometime? I'd love to hear your thoughts on the ones you've been borrowing. – Y/n’

Enzo felt a mixture of emotions wash over him—embarrassment, surprise, but above all, a strange sense of relief. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, knowing that you were aware of his attempts to get your attention.

But as he continued to read the note over and over, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. There was a warmth to your words, a kindness that eased the embarrassment he felt.

With a newfound sense of determination, Enzo folded the note and tucked it into his pocket, his mind racing with possibilities. Maybe he didn't need to impress you by matching your passion for literature. Maybe all he needed to do was be himself.

The next day, he found himself back in the library, the note from you burning a hole in his pocket. He couldn't shake the nervous excitement coursing through him as he went to return the borrowed book, his eyes darting around in search of you.

And there you were, nestled in the back corner of the library, a book in hand and a serene expression on your face. Enzo's heart skipped a beat at the sight of you, and with a deep breath, he made his way over to where you sat.

"Hey," he said softly as he approached, internally cringing at the way his voice was tinged with nervousness.

You looked up from your book, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips as you met his gaze. "Hey, Enzo. What brings you here?"

Enzo shifted nervously, his mind racing as he tried to find the right words. "I, uh, just wanted to return this," he said, holding up the book he had borrowed the day before. "And, um, maybe take you up on your offer to talk about books?"

Your smile widened, and you gestured for him to take a seat beside you. "I'd like that," you said, patting the empty space next to you. "So, what did you think of this one?"

Enzo hesitated for a moment, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck. "Honestly? I didn’t finish it," he admitted sheepishly. "But I, uh, I really liked the parts I did read."

To his relief, you laughed softly, a musical sound that filled the air with warmth. "That's okay," you said reassuringly. "We can talk about it whenever you're ready. Or we can talk about something else. It's up to you."

As you spoke, Enzo felt a wave of relief wash over him. Your easygoing nature and understanding demeanor helped to quell the nervous flutter in his chest. He settled into the seat beside you, feeling more at ease than he had in days.

"Thanks," he said, offering you a grateful smile. "I appreciate it. And, uh, I'd love to hear what you think about the books you've been reading too."

Your smile widened, and you leaned in closer, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'd love to tell you about them," you said eagerly. "I've been reading this really interesting series about magical creatures. Have you heard of it?"

Enzo shook his head, feeling a pang of embarrassment at his lack of knowledge. "No, I haven't," he admitted sheepishly. "But it sounds intriguing. Maybe you could lend me the first one sometime?"

To his surprise, you nodded eagerly. "Of course," you said, reaching into your bag to pull out the book in question. "Here you go. Let me know what you think."

Enzo accepted the book with a grateful smile, feeling a rush of warmth at your generosity. As he flipped through the pages and you easily continued your conversation, the hours seemed to fly by unnoticed. The library around you faded into the background as you delved deeper into discussion, sharing thoughts and opinions on various books and topics. Enzo found himself hanging on your every word, captivated by your intellect and passion. He didn’t even feel bad about not adding much to the conversation, completely satisfied with listening to you ramble about something you were clearly so passionate about.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the library windows, Enzo realized that he didn't want the day to end. He wanted to spend more time with you, to explore the depths of your mind and get to know you even better.

Summoning his courage, he cleared his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hey, um," he began, his voice slightly shaky with nerves. "I was wondering if, uh, maybe you'd like to go out with me sometime? You know, like on a date?"

Your eyes widened in surprise, a soft blush creeping into your cheeks. "Oh," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I, um, I'd like that, Enzo. I'd really like that."

Relief washed over him and he leaned into your space a little closer without even realizing it. "Really? You would?" he asked, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice.

You nodded, a unfamiliarly shy smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Yeah," you said, your voice filled with warmth. "I'd love to go out with you."

Enzo's heart soared at your words. He couldn't believe his luck, couldn't believe that someone as amazing as you would want to go on a date with him. And even more, he couldn’t believe that his little stunt, the one his friends had said was lowkey stalking, had worked.

"Great!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "Um, how about this Saturday? We could go to Hogsmeade together, maybe grab a butterbeer or something?"

You nodded eagerly, a sparkle of anticipation in your eyes. "That sounds perfect, Enzo. And then we can go to Tomes and Scrolls and pick out a book you’ll actually enjoy. Maybe we could read it together?"

"I'd love that," he replied, a broad smile spreading across his face. "It sounds like the perfect date."

The warmth of your smile matched his own as you agreed, and for a moment, everything felt right in the world. As the two of you continued to chat, the library slowly emptied out around you, leaving just the two of you in the cozy solitude of the reading room. Time seemed to stand still as he watched you read your book.

Eventually, the librarian announced that the library would be closing soon, breaking the spell of the moment. Reluctantly, Enzo and you gathered your things and made your way to the exit.

Outside, the castle hallways were bathed in the soft light of dusk, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. The dopey smile didn’t want to leave his face he walked beside you, his heart filled with anticipation for the weekend.

As you reached the entrance to your common room, Enzo turned to face you, a little sad to let you go for the night. "So, I'll see you on Saturday, then?" he asked, his voice tinged with hope.

You nodded, smiling up at him. "I can't wait," you replied. "It's a date."

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#enzo my absolute beloved #lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire x reader

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handmade-witch · 16 days

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Rainy Nights

Mattheo Riddle x Reader (fluff)

➸ summary: cuddling with Mattheo on a rainy day in october

➸ warnings/notes: none

word count: 534

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THE RAIN HAS been non-stop for almost a week now. Orange leaves turned to mush as the ground became wetter and wetter as the days rolled by.

Floating jack-o-lanterns littered the Great Hall, and soft melodies played in the background, seemingly coming from nowhere.

A cheesy halloween movie played in-front of you as you laid on your boyfriend’s chest, his breathing pattern becoming more relaxed as time passed. The soft pitter patter of rain could be heard outside, even all the way down in the Slytherin dungeons. The fish in the Black Lake could be seen outside of the common room window, their normal habitat too cold for them to stay at the shallow end for too long.

Mattheo caressed your bare arm as the movie continued playing, his eyes closed and not focused on the movie at all.

“Hey, you said you’d pay attention to the movie,” you scolded.

He only grinned in response. His annoyingly pearly teeth clashed against his skin as his smile spread, his eyes opening ever so slightly to gaze at you.

“I never said that,” he replied, turning his head to see you better. “I said I’d let you pick the movie, not that I’d watch it.”

You only rolled your eyes at him. Of course he would find a loophole in his own statement. What a cheeky bastard.

“Okay but you love me and you want to make me happy. So watch the movie.”

The vibrations in his chest indicated that he found your sentence funny. Sitting upright, you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Do I?” he mumbled jokingly.

Fine. He wanted to play this game? You could handle that.

“Ohhh,” you said calmly, trying not to let a smile slip out. “You don’t love me? There shouldn’t be a problem if I told you to sleep in your own dorm tonight then?”

Almost immediately, Mattheo’s face fell.

“Did I say ‘do I’? I meant yes I do my beautiful princess.”

You burst out laughing at his antics. Despite his attitude you noticed that he was actually paying attention to the movie now. His eyes glinted in the dark room, the light from your laptop illuminating his features.

He really was gorgeous. And you always envied his long lashes.

“I don’t think I’m convinced. I think I should sleep here alone…” you said, trying to gauge his reaction.

In an instance you were flipped over, your laptop toppling over at the foot of the bed. Soft, wet kisses were left all over your face as Mattheo trapped you under his arms. You giggled at the ticklish feeling.

“You know I love you,” he said, his voice muffled by your cheek as he pressed his lips to it.

Heart fluttering, you answered him. “I know. I love you too.”

He dropped his head on your chest after he adjusted the laptop to face you guys once again. Listening to your heartbeat, his eyes began to droop again.

“So I can stay here tonight?”

It was a mere whisper, but you caught it anyway.

“You can always stay here.”

Leaving a chaste kiss to his forehead, it wasn’t long before sleep overtook you as well, the movie long forgotten.

#love me some fluffing fluff #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle

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handmade-witch · 17 days

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DEADLY CLASS 1.02: NOISE, NOISE, NOISE

#mattheo riddle #benjamin wadsworth

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handmade-witch · 17 days

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i think Mattheo being nervous about interacting with muggles while at the same time coming off as super intimidating to others is so endearing <3

mattheo riddle | coffee shop drabble just some fluff with mattheo outside of his typical setting. been in my drafts for a while but the 500 mg of caffeine i’ve had today inspired me to finish it. 1.1k words | f!reader

After spending most of your morning strolling through densely populated city streets, you and your boyfriend Mattheo longed for a short break. You found yourselves entering an equally busy coffee shop; despite all of the action, you sighed in relief as the inside brought a coziness that the foggy spring weather had not granted. Your moment of peace was swiftly interrupted when the comforting air was punctured by a spiteful “Fucking London," muttered by Mattheo.

"Hey, remember what I said, to speak respectfully of muggle life,” you firmly reminded him, prompting Mattheo to roll his eyes.

"I'm just commenting on their ridiculous practices. Imagine living without a few charms to speed up their queues or possessing knowledge of hexes for unruly patrons. Some of these raggedy muggle men clearly have a death wish, eyeing you up," Mattheo explained, his voice heating up slightly as an air of jealousy spiked through him, earning a swift hush from you.

"Enough of that. Firstly, pay no mind to the muggle men; we're not leaving this cafe with an assault charge. And you can't simply overlook every aspect of their world, Matty," you told him. "We're gonna have to stop here sometimes. And let's not forget, you've already strayed from your 'hardened Slytherin principles' by being involved with a half-blood," you added, arching a stern brow. A faint blush tinged Mattheo's cheeks with the reminder of your blood status. He knew he had messed up slightly. "Feeling less judgmental now, are we?" you questioned with a pleased smirk before gesturing towards the lengthy queue of customers. "Come on, go get in line."

Mattheo shot you one last sour glance before standing up, planting a guilty kiss on your forehead, and apologetically joining the queue.

As the aroma of coffee grounds filled your senses and the chatter turned to white noise, you observed Mattheo as he waited. He was constantly fidgeting with his fingers and casting wary glances around, his discomfort for something so foreign to him obvious. It was jarring seeing Mattheo in a new context. Because of your relationship, sometimes you were oblivious to the fact that others found him a bit terrifying.

For one thing, Mattheo constantly exuded a dark allure. His deep brown eyes seemed to penetrate whatever they landed on. His tousled dark curls, erring on the longer end, failed to conceal most of the scars on his face. The most prominent one that lined the bridge of his nose left him looking jaded, with bystanders unaware of how often you placed kisses over it. Despite not being exceptionally tall, his muscular frame hinted at his physical strength. And then there were his scarred hands, roughened up by his often excessive fights, some appearing as if they could have happened as recently as the day prior (and to be fair, you're not sure what he had been up to the times you weren't with him). Even his all-black outfit served to highlight the rest. The subtle paces the muggles strayed away from him in the queue confirmed your suspicions that Mattheo stood out for reasons beyond magic.

Of course, you adored him. To you, he was simply your handsome boyfriend, with scars and poor choices of wording and all.

After a few moments of growing boredom, you made the decision to move from your saved table to join Mattheo in line. Lost in his thoughts (probably something like asking himself how he ended up here), it took you nudging his side for him to notice. He looked at you, the pointed glare he had been directing at everything else softening, but the tenderness was short-lived as he soon became mischievous.

"A tad antsy, are we?" he teased arrogantly, "Have you forgiven me yet?"

"You did offend me back there, so I'm keeping you on a tight leash for the rest of the day." You snuck a hand around his upper arm, emphasizing your point. He smirked and took the excuse to wrap his hand around your waist in a sweet but possessive hold.

"So, what is the lady ordering?" Mattheo asked with a light squeeze to your side.

"I think I'll go for the iced latte," you remarked while perusing the menu. Mattheo snorted, a cocky smirk gracing his lips.

"Don't tell me you also judge others for their coffee," you cautioned, letting him know he was getting on your last nerve.

"Oh please, black coffee being the better drink is just factual."

"Enough of that," you snapped. "You're pushing it today. And I'm not sure how much I trust you, with your entire diet consisting of coffee and cigarettes. Which, speaking of, is a habit we need to break you out of," you continued with your irritated lecture.

"Hey, I'm not on my deathbed," he cut off your tangent, feigning offense with a defiant scoff.

After what felt like an eternity, you reached the front of the line, and Mattheo watched as you placed your order. He offered to pay, a gentlemanly gesture that was most likely to make up for the half-blood comment, to which you accepted. After solving a slight delay caused by confusion over muggle versus wizarding money (Mattheo handing the polite employee galleons, to everyone's surprise), your drinks were finally being prepared.

"It serves you right," you remarked. “Keep insulting your lady, and you'll be paying forever."

"Don't worry; I planned on doing that anyway."

You picked up your drinks and Mattheo pulled off the lid to blow on his to cool it down, prompting you to giggle at his actions.

"How's that scorching black coffee for you?" you asked teasingly, looking a bit too pleased at the sight. He pouted slightly before upping the attitude, warning you to watch your tongue.

Once again, without a clue about his surroundings, Mattheo attempted to cool his drink with a freezing charm. You quickly stopped to remind him that fingertips don't typically summon ice in the muggle world. He gave you a scornful look but complied, waiting patiently instead for his prized black coffee.

Waiting a few more minutes before heading out to brave the lousy weather, you couldn't resist checking out your boyfriend again. You had to admit that Mattheo's intimidating look, paired with a drink in hand, was especially attractive. Everything about him just worked for you, and you pulled some corny comment about him looking hotter than the drink, eliciting a groan from him to hide his amusement.

Now fastened with liquid energy to get you through the rest of the day, you left the cafe side by side, the bickering never ceasing.

#LOVE LOVE LOVE this #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader

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handmade-witch · 20 days

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oo this is fun! These are all so cute! 💓 ty @mrsriddles-blog & @obsessedwithceleste

np tags 💜: @viikysmile @mothcomrade @shiftingwithleah

Let's all make ourselves as little guys! Everyone is welcome to join!

Here's mine:

Tagging: @silentwillowwhisperer @hecateisalesbian @mushr00mswirl @mischievousmary

#tag game #picrew

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handmade-witch · 22 days

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noo ur not dumb im just in a silly goofy mood 😂💓

Ight Slytherin boys fans!!!! which phase are you in rn!!!

(since we all are homie hoppers)

#voting enzo because i feel like sometimes hes underrated

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handmade-witch · 22 days

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why isn't all of the above (at the same time) an option 💀

Ight Slytherin boys fans!!!! which phase are you in rn!!!

(since we all are homie hoppers)

#slytherin boys #more poly slytherin boys please

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handmade-witch · 23 days

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Can I...?

pairing - mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary - five times you ask Mattheo "can I...?", and the one time he returns the question

warnings - fluff, a little bit suggestive talk, probably way too soft Mattheo but idc <3

wordcount - 4k

a/n - the pictures didn't turn out so good but anyways, this was supposed to be a little blurb but somehow it ended up turning into this

Mattheo rubbed at his temples, his annoyance clearly written on his face. He was sitting at a table in the Hogwarts library, surrounded by stacks of books and parchment scattered haphazardly around him. He was working on an assignment for his History of Magic class, trying to concentrate, but his frustration grew as the library became increasingly crowded that day. The constant buzz of conversation and shuffling of feet made it difficult for him to focus.

Usually, he would have given up on the essay long ago, not really caring about his grade in the subject. But this one was important. Professor Binns had warned him - if he missed this deadline he would be banned from playing quidditch for a whole month. And if Mattheo wasn't able to play the next game against Gryffindor, Draco might actually have a heart attack. He didn't want to be the cause of that and he could definitely do without the Malfoy boy's whining.

To add to his annoyance, Mattheo found himself sharing the table with another student, a girl he didn’t recognise, which was not helping him focus. She seemed immersed in her own studies, but he couldn't help feeling bothered by the lack of personal space. He sighed and muttered under his breath about the inconvenience.

As Mattheo struggled with his assignment, his frustration grew. He couldn't quite grasp the concept he was working on, the dates and names getting mixed up in his head, and it was starting to weigh on him. Just when he was about to finally give up, he noticed the girl glancing at his notes with a thoughtful expression.

With a huff, Mattheo hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up. "Can I help you?"

The girl's eyes snapped up to his, a light blush crawling over her cheeks, seemingly not expecting him to talk to her. "I'm sorry?"

Mattheo's annoyance was momentarily replaced by surprise as he mustered her face, noticing her bright eyes and the way her soft locks fell over her shoulders. Her warm skin complimented the pink of her lips, which formed a slight pout as she frowned at him. Mattheo couldn't look away as his stomach flipped, but he quickly shook himself out of his stupor.

"You were staring," he grumbled, pushing a hand through his already messy curls. "How about you keep your eyes on your own parchment?"

Her face flushed crimson. "Oh, um, I...," she paused, seeming to struggle finding her words. "I just recognised what you were working on and it looked as if you were having a hard time. I'm sorry for intruding, I was just thinking of offering some help."

She spoke softly, almost like a whisper, yet the sound carried clearly across the table towards him. Her voice was melodic and smooth as honey, and Mattheo felt another shiver run down his spine. He glanced back to his paper, considering her offer for a moment.

"Are you any good at History of Magic?" he ended up asking.

"I don't want to brag, but I think I'm alright," you smiled tentatively. "Can I take a better look at it?"

You held out your hand, mentioning for him to hand over his paper. Why you were still set on helping him out even after he had been kind of rude to you just now, he wasn't sure. But he knew it would benefit him more to go along with it than question it. Besides, she had apologized for invading his privacy, so he guessed there wasn't any harm done.

With reluctance he handed his parchment over, and you leaned over the table to examine it.

When you looked back up again your smile broadened and Mattheo realized how close you were, he didn't even notice himself leaning in closer.

"Okay, so your introduction is really good!" you exclaimed, sliding the parchment into the middle of the table where both of you were able to read his messy handwriting. Mattheo frowned slightly at your praise, not expecting it at all, though he didn’t let it show.

You continued, “Your writing is also quite excellent. It's straight to the point, well worded and easy to follow.”

Now it was Mattheo's turn to feel heat dancing along his cheeks. This had to be the first time anyone has ever complimented him concerning his schoolwork.

"I also like the events you chose to include in order to validate your statement. But see here-" your voice paused as you marked some spots in his essay. "You're mixing up your dates and with that, you're applying the wrong events to your arguments."

Mattheo took the parchment from you, looking at your marks critically. You were right, of course. Before he could say anything in return, you were speaking again, your lips still spread into that soft smile. "Something that always helps me with these essays is creating a timeline and then adding my arguments into it."

He nodded slowly, still unsure on what exactly you were advising him to do. "Okay, thank you."

"Want me to show you?" you questioned, already pulling out a new sheet of parchment and sliding it into the middle of the table.

"I would really appreciate that," Mattheo nodded at you, surprising himself when his own lips spread into a smile.

You quickly sketched out a timeline, a simple line through the middle of the paper with the events he had picked out marked along it. Then you instructed him to add some bullet points to each of the markers, telling him it will make it easier to decide which arguments would work with each of the events.

Not long after, he found himself with the finished timeline and an actual plan on how to structure his essay. You went back to working on your own assignment as he started his essay over. This time it wasn’t the noise of the crowded library or his confusion of the dates that distracted him from his homework. No, this time it was the pretty girl sitting across from him and the way she was biting her bottom lip in thought as she copied notes from her book that had his eyes wandering from his paper.

But by the time Mrs. Pince told everyone to pack up as she was about to close the library for the night, he had finished his essay and you had read through it again, telling him that he would for sure get a good grade on it.

Mattheo was still wondering how you had been able to make History of Magic feel easy for him. Blaise and Draco had both tried tutoring him many times before, both losing hope in their friend quickly. He wasn’t sure what it was that made you helping him so different. Maybe it was the fact that Blaise had never shown him this much patience or that Draco’s whiny voice didn’t hold his attention the way your soothing one did.

Whatever it was, he made a mental note to thank you again the next time he saw you. And while he was at it, he would remember to ask for your name that time, as he had been mentally cursing himself for not asking for it since he left the library that evening.

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Mattheo was running to catch up with you, carelessly pushing first years out of his way to reach you. You were startled by the warm hand being placed on your arm, turning around to see who was trying to get your attention.

Your smile instantly brightened up when you found Mattheo’s grinning face above yours. The boy was slightly out of breath and you wondered what he had been doing before you noticed him behind you.

Before you could greet him or ask for the cause of his heavy breathing, he was holding a piece of parchment in front of your face, obstructing your view of his features. Your jaw dropped at the big letter E scribbled in the top right hand corner.

“Exceeds Expectations! That’s amazing, Mattheo!” you beamed, gently pushing down the paper to look at him again. “You definitely deserve it, that essay ended up being really good.”

Mattheo wasn’t even sure why he had wanted to show you so badly, but his first instinct after Professor Binns had handed him back the paper was to find you. “Thank you, I couldn’t have gotten it done without you. You’re a live-saver, really.”

“Don’t even mention it,” you waved him off with a shake of your head and his eyes were dragged away from yours as he watched the way some of your hair tumbled out of your ponytail, framing your face perfectly.

Mattheo forced his gaze back to yours, ignoring the warmth creeping up his neck. “No, I mean it. Draco would have killed me if I messed this up and couldn’t play the next game because of a stupid homework assignment. You saved me a lot of trouble and I definitely owe you a favor.”

“What kind of favor are we talking about?” you questioned with a sly smile, your eyebrows quirking up. His ears started burning at the look you were giving him, even after you let out a laugh, obviously joking.

“I don’t know. Whatever you need, you just let me know,” he managed to get out.

“Alright. I’ll think of something,” you told him with a grin, your eyes dropping from his face, brows furrowing.

Mattheo looked down at his robes, trying to find whatever had caught your attention. “What is it?”

“Your tie is all messed up,” you informed him, hand shooting up before freezing in midair. You looked up at him again through your lashes, tilting your head slightly to the side. “Can I fix it?”

He could feel his throat dry up, feeling like he swallowed a lump of concrete. “Uh… yeah. Sure,” he mumbled, and you took a step closer to him, your hands finding the material hugging his neck. His skin felt hot where your fingers brushed against it and he couldn't stop himself from staring at your concentrated face, using the moment to take you in without being caught.

He barely registered the movement of your hand as you lifted the tie out of his collar, slowly unwrapping it from his neck. He held his breath while you were focused, watching your fingers working quickly to undo the knot, his heart thumping painfully in his chest.

“There you go,” you said, looking up only once to meet his eyes once you finished tying it back, fingers gently patting his chest where the green and silver material rested. He stared back, unable to tear his gaze away.

"I've got to run now or I'll be late to potions. I'll see you later, yeah?" you smiled at him before turning around to walk away.

When your figure disappeared around the corner, Mattheo let out the breath he had been holding. He had forgotten to ask for your name again.

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Your legs were growing tired as you stood outside the Three Broomsticks, waiting for your friend to show up. People were offering you strange looks, and you tried to make yourself seem smaller, wishing you were able to just blend in with the wall behind you.

This was embarrassing and you probably should have known better. Your friend had been supposed to meet you here half an hour ago, meaning she had stood you up once again. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time it had happened. But each time she offered, you found your hopes rising back up.

Deciding that you were done waiting out here like a fool, you went to push open the door, entering the bustling pup. You scanned the crowded room, searching for a familiar face amidst the sea of students occupying the tables. As your eyes roamed, they landed on a group of friends sitting at a table near the back of the room. Among them was Mattheo, you found Mattheo's mop of messy curls.

Feeling a surge of confidence, you made your way over to their table. As you approached, you found Mattheo engrossed in a conversation with his friends, none of them having noticed your arrival yet. They were laughing and joking, one of them gesturing with his hands wildly as he talked.

Summoning your courage, you cleared your throat softly to catch their attention. They turned their heads towards you, curiosity evident in their expressions. Mattheo's eyes widened in recognition as he saw you, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Hey," he greeted warmly.

You returned his smile, grateful for the friendly reception. "Hey, Mattheo! Can I sit with you all? Only if it's not a bother, of course. I was supposed to meet my friend but I don't think she will show up anytime soon."

Mattheo's friends exchanged glances, teasing grins already making their way onto their faces as they scooted over to make space for you. They had been impatiently waiting to finally meet the girl that had drawn Mattheo to the library instead of the astronomy tower for a smoke over the last couple of weeks.

Mattheo was about to respond but one of his friends beat him to it. The tall boy jumped up from his seat, pulling it out to you. "You're not bothering us at all. Here, take my seat."

You sent him a thankful smile, unaware of the glare Mattheo was sending his way. As you settled into the chair, the boy pulled up another chair for himself, settling down next to you. "I'm Enzo, by the way. It's nice to finally meet you."

You told him your own name and he introduced you to the rest of the group. You already knew their names, of course. But they didn't need to know that. You were pretty sure all of Hogwarts knew who they were.

"So, what were you all talking about?" you asked them curiously.

Blaise leaned over Draco to face before he spoke up. "They were talking about Quidditch. Please change the subject?"

"Oh, I love Quidditch!" you exclaimed and Blaise slumped back into his seat with a sigh. "You guys are playing Gryffindor this weekend, right?"

"Sure are," Enzo said, nudging your arm with his elbow. "Are you coming to watch?"

"I wasn't planning on it, but I guess I am now," you let out a small laugh, your eyes finding Mattheo's over the table. His gaze was still fixed on the lack of space between you and his friend.

When he noticed you looking at him, he tore his gaze away and focused on you, offering up his familiar grin. "You should definitely come and cheer me on."

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You sent Draco, Enzo and Theo a bright smile as they walked past where you where standing outside the locker room, wishing them luck for the game. Mattheo was taking quite some time getting ready, you realized.

You didn’t mind waiting a bit, though. The two of you had become good friends these last few weeks, but never having been friends with anyone on the Quidditch team, you weren't sure if what you were planning was weird or not.

When he finally left the building he ran straight into you, his hands reaching out and grabbing your shoulders to steady you as you stumbled back. "Oh, sorry. Wasn't expecting you to be here."

"No, it's fine. It was my fault for standing in the way," you told him, your free hand fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. "I was waiting for you."

His cheeks turned pink, and he grinned. "Oh? What do you need? Finally decided on that favor?"

"Not yet," you laughed, tilting your head again in that cute way that made Mattheo's stomach flip. "I just wanted to give you this before the game."

Mattheo's gaze dipped to where you pulled your hand from behind your back, offering him a single yellow flower. "What's this?" he questioned, gently taking the stem from your hand and rolling it between his fingers.

"It's Marigold. It symbolizes good luck," you explained, not really meeting his eyes. It felt foolish now. Mattheo Riddle didn't need luck on the Quidditch pitch and he certainly didn't need a silly flower from you. You wondered what had come over you when you went to pluck it earlier.

Before you could beat yourself up more in your head, Mattheo's hand left your shoulder, coming up to brush some of your hair back behind your ear. "Thank you. I'm sure this will help me play my best today."

His soft voice made you lift up your chin, daring a look at his face. Your cheeks flushed as you watched him tuck the flower behind his right ear with a lopsided grin.

"I hope so. There is something else I've heard that's supposed to be lucky," you managed to stammer out and he nodded for you to go on, enjoying that he was the one making you this flustered. "Can I kiss your cheek? Just for good luck, of course."

The grin on Mattheo's face faltered for a second, unsure if he heard you right. He quickly caught himself, his hand sliding back to your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "Well, I'm gonna need all the luck I can get."

Not giving yourself another moment to hesitate and talk yourself out of it, you pushed up onto your toes, pressing your lips to his warm cheek. When you leaned back down he was grinning like an idiot, dark curls falling into his eyes and the flower peeking out of it now seeming a little less out of place.

Taking a rushed step back, you turned to leave. "Good luck, Matty!" you called out to him over your shoulder, making your way to the stands before he could see the blush covering your cheeks.

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Warm sunlight was kissing your skin and a small, quiet sigh escaped from your lips. You closed your eyes, taking in the sounds of the wind brushing through the leaves of the tree above you and the excited chatter of some first years sprawled out on the grass not far from you.

Mattheo was lying next to you, hands folded on his stomach as he was dozing away in the warm summer weather. His head rested on your lap, the weight on your leg providing just enough comfort to let you forget about the nerves that always seemed to rise up within you when he was this close to you.

Your eyes raked across his features, taking in his slightly sunburned cheeks, the soft curve of his lips and the dusting of almost invisible freckles scattered across his nose. It was an odd thought - how much you had come to love the Slytherin boy in the short time you had known each other, how little it took for your heart to threaten to beat out of your chest in his presence.

Your gaze zeroes in on his soft curls splayed across your thigh, fingers itching to move these last couple of inches to reach them. Caught up in your thoughts you didn't notice when Mattheo's eyes blinked open. "You're staring again," he mumbled with a teasing smirk.

You half expected for your breath to catch or your cheeks to flush when you were caught, but ever since he let you kiss his cheek for the first time, you had found yourself feeling bolder around him, aching to find another excuse to touch him again.

"Can I play with your hair?" Your question surprised both of you, but you held his gaze firmly, not letting him know that you hadn't meant to blurt it out. Instead, you kept your voice low and soft. "It looks so soft. I've been wondering what it feels like."

One of his hands came up to pat your knee as he closed his eyes again. "You know, you don't have to ask. You should know by now that I'll let you do anything you want."

He had told you this before, when you asked him if it was okay to hold his hand when he walked you back to your common room after studying at the library one night. And when you asked him if you could have some of the bacon from his plate during breakfast one morning.

"I just like to be sure," you mused, your hands first brushing through his hair hesitantly, before you pushed them into his locks more firmly, reveling in the content sigh leaving his lips as your nails scratched along his scalp.

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Pushing the palm of your hand against your mouth, you tried to stifle the giggle threatening to blubber out of you. Mattheo had your hand clutched tightly in his own, dragging you behind him through the dusky hallways as you fled from Filch.

The two of you had been trying to sneak into the restricted section of the library, but because neither of you was able to keep your laughter quiet enough to be stealthy, the caretaker had found you easily and had started the chase.

A startled yelp was ripped from you when Mattheo suddenly pulled you left, dragging you into an alcove behind one of the statues lining the hall. His hand was covering your mouth, his chest pressing against yours in the small space and you were sure he must be able to feel your heartbeat speed up.

His eyes found yours as you heard rushed steps pass where you were hiding, disappearing around the corner. Mattheo released your hand from his mouth so that you could gasp for air. Your heart was hammering away like a mad drum and you felt dizzy - lightheaded at his close proximity.

Before any of you could say anything, that giggle finally spilled out of you, Mattheo's laughter soon joining in. "That was close," you grinned when your laughter finally calmed down, one of your hands coming to a rest on Mattheo's chest.

His eyes dropped to where your hand was placed, the one that had been covering your mouth coming up to keep it there. You saw something unfamiliar flutter in his eyes. "Are you okay? What is it?"

"Nothing," he hesitated, still staring at where his thumb was now tracing patterns on the back of your hand. Then he looked back up and you thought you saw something like determination cross his face.

"Mattheo?" you questioned, unsure what caused the sudden shift in his mood.

His gaze bore into yours as he took a deep breath, releasing it slowly before he spoke in a low voice. "Can I kiss you?"

You blinked, surprised by the question, and then you smiled softly. The corners of your eyes crinkled up as you nodded your reply. "Yes."

The words barely had time to leave your mouth when Mattheo leaned in and kissed you. It was gentle and sweet, soft lips fitting together perfectly. His arm slid around your waist until he had you completely pressed against his body. He held you tight and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you leaned into the kiss.

After just a moment Mattheo broke the kiss with a soft chuckle, pressing a series of quick kisses across your jaw and along your neck before pulling away. His arms slipped off your waist to settle loosely at your hips.

He stared at you, his eyes full of affection, and you couldn't help grinning widely, even as warmth filled your cheeks. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that," he smiled, leaning his forehead against yours.

"Can I kiss you again?" you asked in a quiet voice, almost a whisper. Instead of an answer, his lips captured yours again, both of you smiling into the kiss.

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💗💗 @obsessedwithceleste

np tags 💓: @mrsriddles-blog @tomriddleslove @viikysmile @mothcomrade @shiftingwithleah

reblog this post with the song that was last stuck in your head, I'll start:

505 by Arctic Monkeys

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I’m not saying I love Mattheo but I would kiss his dark mark to remind him that I love him and all of the darkness inside of him

#this but i AM saying i love Mattheo #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #your honor i love him

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I beg for a one shot where Theodore Nott or Mattheo Riddle is playing pc games while his fem!gf!reader begs for attention. Like she’s sitting on the floor next to him while he’s in his gaming chair and her head rests on his leg as she looks up at him with puppy dog eyes, and him just completely folds under her gaze like that man is whipped.

Game Over

pairing -theodore nott x fem!reader

warnings - fluff, soft!theo, established relationship

a/n - thank you for requesting love!! 💕

wordcount - 613

You sit on the floor in front of Theo, leaning against the edge of his desk with your head resting on his lap. He's deeply engrossed in a game on his PC, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he yells at someone – Mattheo, if you had to guess – through his headset.

You watch him intently, hoping for even a sliver of attention from your boyfriend. But unfortunately he seems entirely consumed by his game, his focus unyielding. You sigh softly, contemplating your next move to snag his attention.

With a playful grin, you look up at him with wide, puppy dog eyes, knowing it's a tactic that always works. You pout slightly, hoping he'll notice your silent plea for affection. Your fingertips caress along the sides of his thighs, slightly tickling his skin through the material of his grey sweatpants.

Theo glances down at you, his lips twitching with amusement at your adorable expression. He tries to suppress a smile, but your irresistible charm melts his resolve faster than he could have anticipated.

You have to fight to keep the smile from your face, knowing he’s about to break. Adding on a little extra, you tilt your head to the side the way you knew always makes him melt, blinking up at him through your lashes.

"Hey, guys," he says suddenly, interrupting his friends' banter through the headset. "I think I need to take a rain check on this game. Something's come up."

You can hear his friends protest, teasing him about abandoning the match, knowing exactly who’s the reason for him suddenly logging off, but Theo ignores their protests. He reaches down, gently lifting your chin with a finger to meet his gaze.

"Sorry," he tells them, his voice warm and filled with affection as he looks at you. "But I've got something much more important to attend to right now."

You can't help but grin triumphantly as he shuts down the game and removes his headset. He leans forward, scooping you up in his arms and settling you onto his lap.

Wrapping his arms around you, Theo peppers soft kisses along your forehead, murmuring sweet nothings as he finally gives you the undivided attention you've been craving.

As he stands up from his chair and carries you effortlessly to the bed, you snuggle into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body enveloping you. The soft glow of the room's dim lighting casts a serene atmosphere, creating the perfect setting for what promises to be a night filled with comfort and affection.

He lays you down gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he settles beside you. With a tender smile, he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you.

"You know," he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "you have this uncanny ability to distract me like no one else can."

You chuckle softly, nestling closer to him, reveling in the sensation of his arms around you. "Is that a bad thing?" you tease, tracing patterns along his chest with your fingertips.

Theo shakes his head, his expression softening with adoration. "Not at all," he replies, his voice filled with sincerity. "In fact, it's one of the things I love most about you."

You smile up at him, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at his words. Leaning up, you press a gentle kiss to his lips, savoring the feeling of his lips melting against yours.

As you settle back against the pillows, Theo pulls you closer once more. "I promise," he whispers against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine, "these will be the best cuddles you've ever had."

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Good Things Fall Apart

Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: based on this request🫶🏽 a series of flashbacks spanning the course of your shattered relationship with the infamous Theodore Nott.

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The world around you blurs as you stumble hazily over to the circle of sofas surrounding the fireplace of the Slytherin common room. Music is blaring loudly, pumping through your veins as you search the table for another drink.

“Woah there, maybe it’s time we switch you over to water,” Blaise says, hastily grabbing onto your arm to steady you.

“Nuh uh, just saw Theodore’s tongue down some witches throat. Don’t wanna remember anything from tonight,” you slur, grabbing the neck of the first bottle you see and carelessly knocking it back.

The image of Theo leaning against the wall, arms caged around another witch who wasn’t you as he practically devoured her flashed through your mind as you inhaled the burning liquid.

With a heavy sigh, Blaise resigns himself to helping you onto the sofa, slowly lowering you down onto the plush haven and discreetly moving the still half full bottle away from you.

“You seen Daph?” You ask, still far too sober for your liking.

Blaise shakes his head. “She and Pans ran off together ages ago.” He replies, looking at you with pity.

You hated that. When people felt bad for you. Always giving you sorrowful looks and whispering amongst one another.

“What the hell happened between the two of you anyway? I thought you two were all in love or something,” he asks, sitting down lazily next to you as the familiar burn of alcohol scorches your throat once more.

Blaise had no idea where the new bottle had materialized from.

“I thought so too.”

It was a party like this one where you and Theodore had first met. Daphne had invited you to get ready with her and Pansy before hand which had resulted in the three of you being decently buzzed by the time the party was starting. She had giggled about how she was just dying to introduce you to some of the boys she and Pansy had grown up with.

The three of you spent the early stages of the night laughing, dancing, gossiping in the corner, but it wasn’t long before you found yourself alone in the crowd of students, dancing and swaying to the loud, hazy music. You didn’t mind. You loved the feeling of carefree ecstasy that came with blending in with a drunk crowd.

Only you didn’t blend in. At least not to him. His eyes followed you everywhere as you wandered through the throngs of people filling the common room. All the way up to the moment you backed into the tall, brunette, only for him to whisk you off your feet and into his arms where you stayed for the rest of the night.

“Woah, sorry!” You slurred, feeling the heat of another body behind you as you stumbled back out of the way of another couple making a beeline back to the dorms.

Looking up, your eyes met his in a mesmerizing stare as he smirked down at you.

“No worries principessa, I do believe you just fell for me.”

In your drunken state, the corny line was the funniest thing you’d ever heard, and the boy gazes down at you with adoration as you double over with laughter.

You spend the remainder of the party locked in the boys arms, lounging on the sofas overlooking the rest of the crowd.

When his lips aren’t whispering seductively in your ear as he sits wrapped around you, they’re pressed softly against your shoulder, your neck, your throat, and finally your lips.

You remember the addictive feeling of reveling in the boy’s eager attention. Relishing in every electrifying touch, every gentle breath against your skin.

And the hypnotizing way in which he lead you back to his dorm, closing the door swiftly behind you as his eyes darkened with hunger.

You remember feeling scared. Terrified. When you realized what you had done. You didn’t regret it. Of course not. But would he? Would you end up being just another conquest?

Your worries subside that morning however, when strong arms wrap around you once more, pulling you closer, enveloping you in warmth.

“Mine.” The boy murmurs quietly before you both doze off again, basking in each other’s presence.

“There you are! We’ve been searching for you everywhere!” Daphne announces, frolicking over to where you and Blaise had tucked yourselves away to, dragging a very drunk Pansy along behind her.

“Just saw Theo with his latest conquest. That bloody fucking wanker doesn’t know what he lost. I’m bout to whack some sense into that tosser,” Pansy slurs, stumbling over to you and wrapping her arms around you in what is probably supposed to be a comforting hug.

“Thanks Pans, but I think I’d rather not hear about him tonight. Pass me that bottle?” You ask as Pansy happily hands you yet another half full bottle of suspicious liquid.

“Oh that’s so not a healthy coping mechanism,” Daphne mutters, but she doesn’t stop you.

You give the girl a lazy shrug, tipping your drink back.

“Stops me from overthinking,” you reply, slamming the bottle down on the table in front of you.

“Well, we can help with that too. Come on. Sitting here in self pity isn’t any fun. You need to let loose,” Daph replies, dragging you up by one arm while Pansy grabs the other.

You send a desperate look back Blaise’s way, but he only smiles, waving the three of you off.

The pair drag you out into the middle of the packed center of the common room where sweaty bodies are moving in unison to the bass vibrating through the room. Between the deafening music, flashing lights and dark room, the whole place begins to feel surreal.

It doesn’t take long for the three of you to find yourselves lost in the music, belting out lyrics and trying to keep Pansy from falling over. You’re almost able to convince yourself that you’re having a good time when a flash of brown catches your eye.

You turn to see him there. It only a moment, but that little glimpse of his eyes burning into you was all you needed to be transported back.

You pull the blanket tighter against you to protect yourself from the cold as you lay with your head cradled comfortably in Theodore’s lap.

It was a cold night to be in the astronomy tower, but it was one of you and Theo’s favorite places, allowing you to stare out into the star filled black abyss.

You loved for moments like these. Quiet moments where you could close your eyes and when you opened them again, you knew Theodore’s eyes would be staring back as if you were the only thing in the world.

You let out a soft breath, watching as the small puff of air disappears into the cold air. It had been a long week.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of your mi amore?” Theo asks, gazing down at you.

“Everything. And nothing I suppose,” you reply.

The two of you had been seeing each other for months now. After the first night the two of you seemed inseparable, constantly seeking each other, you were practically attached at the hip.

Daphne of course was thrilled. She had grown up with Theo and was ecstatic that he was enamored with one of her closest friends. His friends welcomed you with open arms, and you formed a particularly close friendship with one Blaise Zabini. All in all, the two of you fit together with almost perfect ease, slotting into one another’s lives as if you’d been there the whole time.

But it was also the most serious relationship either of you had been in, and it was an especially long one for Theo. And the other girls made sure you knew it. How long would you be able to keep him around? You couldn't possibly be that special.

You had known initially that Theodore had a reputation for making his rounds through Hogwarts’ female population. And you had known that more than one of your classmates had vied for his attention. It hadn't really phased you at the time. You figured that people would move on to the next heart throb. They didn't.

It’s not that they were mean to you necessarily, but they didn’t hide their intentions towards Theodore from anyone either. You did your best to act like it didn't phase you, the blatant attempts to sweep Theo out from under your feet. The entitlement honestly astounded you. But it still stung.

Theo’s approach to it all was willful ignorance. He didn’t care, and he said that neither should you. You were the one he wanted. You tried to believe him. You really did. You wanted to believe him. But there was always a voice in the deep recesses of your mind, reminding you that you were never going to be enough.

Theo’s light hum brought you back to the present as he slowly stroked his fingers through your hair, lulling you back into a calm, serene state. It was a soft side of the boy that he didn’t show often. One that almost made you believe that he meant every word that left his lips when he promised he’d never leave.

“Don’t you worry your pretty head, principessa,” he murmured as your eyes once again fluttered shut.

Blinking quickly you find yourself standing back in the middle of the crowded common room, Daphne and Pansy moving against you in their own little world, entangled in each other’s arms.

Your head was spinning, the effects of all the alcohol really kicking in as your mind raced to make sense of the blurring memories.

You needed to sit down. Or throw up. Or cry. Maybe all of the above.

“I’m going to go find Blaise,” you shout over the music, barely getting the girls’ attention.

“You sure you’ll be alright?” Daphne calls back.

Nodding, you stumble your way through the crowd, pushing past foggy faces of students you couldn’t recognize for the life of you. You didn’t remember this many people ever attending a common room party before. But to be fair, in this state you didn’t remember much at all.

You feel the noise, and the lights, and the growing heat, and the burning scent of alcohol of your breath, and the throngs of people begin to overwhelm you as you scan the crowd wildly looking for where Blaise had wandered off to. He really was an elusive bastard when he wanted to be.

Mind buzzing and eyes flickering desperately around the room, it only takes a moment for a group of girls to rush past you and you feel yourself stumbling back. Then the warm body behind you. And then the strong arms holding you upright.

You look up with alarm and your eyes meet his once more.

You can feel yourself trembling as you stare down at the boy in front of you, sitting on his bed with a look of pure apathy on his face.

You were back in Theo’s dorm. A place that had once felt warm and welcoming now was icy cold as the two of you just stared at each other, locked in a stalemate. You could feel in the pit of your stomach that this wouldn’t end well.

“You really don’t see why I’m upset?” You ask finally, not able to stand the silence any longer.

“I understand perfectly why you’re upset. I just don’t think you should be.” Theo replies, leaning back carelessly.

“Theodore, she kissed you! Right in front of me!” You yell, looking at Theo as if he’d grown an extra head.

“And I walked away!” Theo retorts, rolling his eyes.

“You never stand up for me! Not once have you ever stood up for me in all these months. You just let it happen and expect me to be fine with it because what? You don’t care? Do you know how blatantly disrespectful it is to literally kiss someone else’s boyfriend right in front of them? And then you do nothing! What is wrong with you? Why?” You cry the pent up frustration finally getting to you.

How could he possibly not understand?

“I’m defending you by not engaging! None of them matter, just ignore them!”

“You’re doing nothing! Would it kill you to just tell them to stop? Just once?”

“It’s not like I’m encouraging it!”

“Well you’re certainly not stopping it!” You feel the tears well up in your eyes as they begin slowly pouring down your face.

What was truly so hard about this concept that he couldn’t grasp?

“Why are you being so fucking dramatic?”

“Why are you acting like you hate me?”

“Because I hate the fact that you’re blowing this whole thing out of proportion!”

“Well what did you want me to do? Not say anything? Just carry on like my feelings don’t mean anything?” You ask, the hot stream of tears refusing to stop as you continue to stare at the boy.

Theo lets out an agitated sigh, his head falling back in frustration.

“Obviously your feelings matter,” he groans, obviously over the conversation. But you weren’t.

“Obviously not to you.” You snap done with the entire situation. Done with feeling like nothing you did was enough. Done with pretending you didn’t see the other girls fawning over your boyfriend. Done with your boyfriend ignoring how you felt. Just done.

The tears finally roll to a stop and with one last shake of your head, you turn and begin walking towards the door.

“Don’t-“ you hear Theo call.

Slowly, you turn to face the boy.

“Don’t what?” You ask, waiting for the boy to ask you to stay. To not leave. Anything.

You’re met with silence.

Without another word, you turn once more, the door thudding closed behind you.

“Sorry,” you mumble, pulling yourself from Theo’s arms as he continues to stare down at you, arms falling lifelessly to his side.

“Careful, or someone might think you fell for me,” he murmurs, his voice sending chills down your spine.

“Yeah? Well it’s a good thing I didn’t,” you reply, pushing past him. You feel his eyes follow you as you continue stumbling your way back to the dorms. Only when the door is securely shut and you’re wrapped tightly in blankets do you allow the tears to start flowing once more.

Sometimes good things really did have to fall apart.

They asked for angst y'all

On a totally separate note- I found this song on a playlist called "Frat songs that could resurrect me"- I don't know what business this song has doing on that playlist, but it hits

#do u ever just read something that makes you so giddy and excited ur basically vibrating with energy?#thats how i feel rn #literally one of my fav songs ever #theodore nott fic #theodore nott #slytherin boys #theo nott x reader

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