Missing Shoes.

missing shoes.

pairings. frat!adam banks x fem!reader

about. fulton’s shoes have been missing for weeks now and the ducks unintentionally find them in the strangest place

warnings. swearing, alcohol, tipsy!adam

ricky rocks. aye adam!

you heard the horrid screams all the way out in the garage where you and dean sat, analyzing old rhonda. the ‘88 red suburban passed down to fulton from his father. the old automobile had a long run, one that seemed to be coming to an end by the way you and dean not being able to find the true problem of why it wouldn’t start up.

the screams soon turned into straight loud yelling that made you clench your jaw, sharing a look with dean. the two of you soon raced out of the garage rather fast toward the entertainment area where the commotion seemed to have been resonating from.

you immediately frowned to see fulton scouting around the room, his hands in his hair, tugging at it roughly. you once again shared a look with dean who looked just as lost as you. in this situation, you were expecting blood, maybe even a stab wound, something that represented physical pain. but instead, you saw fulton, someone who hadn’t been off the couch in days, someone with no stab wounds nor blood on him, causing you to roll your eyes.

“where the hell is my beer?”

“what?”

“my beer,” his hands released his hair, lifting in the air aggressively, “i got up to go to the bathroom and when i came back.. it was gone!”

you squinted at him, trying to find the relevance and need to scream over a missing beer, “maybe you drank it all,” you tried to reason, shrugging lightly.

“i did not drink it all,” he gave you a pointed look, making sure you understood, “the can would still be here anyways, i haven’t cleaned up my pile in weeks.”

that’s when you cringed once he motioned to the pile of beer bottles collecting dust by the side of the couch. he was making use of his spring break.

“maybe they’re where your shoes are,” dean suggested, shrugging innocently but deep down suppressing a smile.

the comment made you laugh while fulton fully glared at his friend, his shoulders going slack from being reminded, “that’s not even funny, man.”

you laughed again. fulton had lost his shoes about two months ago, causing quite a problem since they seemed to be his only pair of shoes. when asked why they were his only pair, he reasoned they were lucky and he found no reason to buy another pair.

you all looked at him like he was crazy.

he had practically turned the frat house upside down in search of these lucky old sneakers, but never found anything except a couple of fives and a lawn gnome hidden under his bed.

“god, fulton, no wonder you lost your shoes,” connie had cringed, her face wrinkling up as she stared into the boys room. “your room is an absolute pig sty.”

after a week he had given up and bought a new pair of sneakers, leaving the lucky ones in the past. but it was still a burden on his mind.

“what’re you laughing at?”

“nothing, fulton,” you shrugged helplessly, a snide smile on your face. “i just think you got a problem.”

“i’ll fucking kick your ass.”

“hey, don’t be talking to my girlfriend like that,” adam appeared out of nowhere with a slight smile on his face while he drunk from a glass beer bottle. “not nice, man.”

fulton glared before coming to realization, “hey, is that my beer?”

“is it?” adam raised the beer as it closely examining it after slinging an arm around your shoulders. “i could’ve sworn this was mine.”

“do you have my shoes too?”

you rolled your eyes while leaning closer into adam’s warm body. he held you closer despite bickering with fulton some more.

the four of you were the only ones home due to julie dragging part of the team out for a hike since everyone had been sitting in on their asses most of spring break.

you and dean denied due to needing to fix rhonda, adam stayed because you stayed, and fulton… fulton wouldn’t have lasted on the hike for five minutes due to his diet now only consisting of beer and eight day old fried chicken. he was a couch potato.

the phone suddenly rang, drowning out part of adam and fulton’s arguing, but they still continued, having no reason to stop.

“y/n,” dean yelled after you, “it’s for you.”

you unhinged from adam, heading towards the crappy green home phone that was probably as old as the house. you nodded to dean before taking the phone, “hello?”

“y/n, you’ll never guess what.”

“julie?”

“you have to come down here,” the girl rambled on, an obvious grin on her face despite you having no ability to see her. “everyone’s losing their shit, you have to come.”

“where are you calling me from?”

“a pay phone outside of west river.”

“is charlie still with you?”

“yeah,” julie bit her nail, “he’s the one who found it,” she pauses, you can hear her breathing lightly before a cautious sigh sounds, “we also need you guys to come out here anyways.”

“why?”

“we kinda ran out of gas..”

you sigh, scratching your forehead, “hand the phone to charlie.”

you felt arms go around your shoulders as you waited silently for julie to hand the phone to your praised captain charlie. your lips were pressed tightly together as adam sunk his head into the crook of your neck, but you smiled as he begun to sway the two of you back in forth in his patient tick.

you could tell he was slightly tipsy and probably had more than one of fulton’s beers by the way the smell of booze curled up in the curve of your neck from his breath. you leaned into him while your one arm that wasn’t holding the phone reached up and held his arm sweetly.

“hey, y/n/n!”

“hi charlie,” you hummed, continuing to sway with adam.

“you need to get down here right now,” charlie yelled, “fulton will love this. plus our cars out of gas, so we kinda need you to pick us all up.”

you sighed but nodded, “alright charlie, but rhonda’s not exactly working right now..”

“that’s fine!”

you weren’t exactly sure if charlie had heard you correctly but you shrugged, mumbling an ‘alright’ before hanging up the phone, trying to process why exactly charlie was so excited.

°•

you were finally on the road after twenty minutes of trying to get rhonda up running. twenty minutes of dean raging, twenty minutes of adam acting as if he were some car expert, and twenty minutes of you smacking at the both of them.

it wasn’t until fulton decided to make an appearance explaining everything you all were doing was wrong and then rhonda finally worked. and it was the stupidest thing ever. he had smacked the hood of the car five times before it finally started.

it pissed you off.

“where are they again?” adam was leaned and stretched out against you in the middle row, another beer in his hand, drinking the day away faster than fulton was. your hand were in his hair, soothing and making him relax even more than he already was.

“outside of west river… somewhere.”

“great,” he mumbled, taking another sip of his beer, “that could be anywhere.”

“we’ll find em,” fulton mumbled surely before his hope sunk down once they passed the ‘now leaving west river’ sign, seeing no broken down car on the side of the road. “eventually.”

about ten minutes passed before adam’s back straightened, his finger tip knocking against the window lightly, catching all of your attention, “julie’s car. that’s julie’s car, right?”

fulton hit the breaks fast sending you all forward in your seats, “it is!” the boy pulled to the side of the road in front of julie’s red subaru; a shit car she could barely afford. you all got out rather quickly before the inspecting begun.

her car was completely empty besides the small wrappers and pieces of trash that cluttered the floor and the air freshener hung from her rear view mirror. adam tried the handle of the drivers side door, discovering it was locked. he shrugged before all four of you decided silently to head into the woods, calling out your teammates names.

“how do you think they even called us,” fulton’s eyes wandered and analyzed that anywhere he looked there was a tree. “there couldn’t possibly be a phone booth this far out in the woods.”

“with things we’ve seen, i wouldn’t be surprised,” dean mumbled. “let’s just hurry this up, the sky’s starting to get dark.”

“what, you scared?” adam smirked as he tipped back the can of busch light he held.

“no, i just don’t want to be out here any longer than i have to.”

you had to agree with dean. the darker it got outside the colder it would get and the four of you had no idea where you were going, for all you knew, the rest of the team wasn’t even within the woods but maybe farther up the street trying to hitch hike.

“you know what this reminds me of,” adam hiccuped, interrupting the five minutes of silence that had slowly taken over you all. “that one time we went scouting for an alien up at oregon.”

you smiled, thinking of how you had all piled into adam’s parents rv and drove 33 hours for a stupid museum that supposedly had actual alien bones goldberg had heard of but ended up being a hoax. the weather was horrible, preventing you all from doing any other planned activities and you ended up renting a motel room due to connie locking everyone out.

the trip would have overall sucked if it weren’t for the front desk man informing you all of the old abandon mining site that used to be an active alien spotting area. everyone’s cheer had been restored after that and not even the rain could stop all of you once you all had your galoshes and rain coats on.

you hadn’t found anything, but the rest of the night spent in the motel room with adam didn’t have you disappointed.

“you guys finally made it,” charlie appeared out of no where with his hiking pack on and his face sunburned. “you guys need to see this.”

you shared a look with adam before following charlie who trekked in what seemed to be a memorized path by the way he glided around the trees so easily and found the rest of your friends without a sweat. they were all camped out by a rundown looking telephone booth making you frown as you tipped your head slightly.

“does it work?”

“who cares, this is what you all made a big deal about?” dean scowled at charlie and julie who was leaned against the pealing red painted wood of the booth. “let’s get out of here man, my legs are aching.”

julie rolled her eyes before pushing herself off of it, “just look,” her finger raised toward the sky where all your eyes followed to what you assumed was where their actual surprise was; a long line of brass hung from tree to tree, decorated with multiple pairs of shoes, something you were surprised you hadn’t noticed.

your eyebrows lifted in surprise as you examined the multiple kinds of shoes that varied from condition to color to style to brand.

and then- “no fucking way.”

your eyes landed on a ratty pair of sneakers that looked familiar and your guess was proved right when you heard fulton’s gasp.

his long lossed sneakers were finally found.

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we meet again. george mackay x reader

summary: in which reader has met the angel of death on many occasions, always finding some way to get away, but what about this time?

warning/s: swearing, mentions of murder and death

slater’s note: i know some of you enjoyed this concept, so i thought i’d pop another one of these out

you had shook his hand greatly, have meeting him many times before, each on different occasions of the edge, where he greeted all before their great end.

“you haven’t changed,” you mumbled, gripping his hand tightly, eyeing him up and down with the suit he had on, the same suit he wore the first time you had met him, and the second time, and the third.

“you say that every time,” he mumbled, huffing and looking away from you in what seemed to have been annoyance, but you should’ve known better, the angel of death doesn’t get annoyed.

“what’s it this time?” the two of you begin to walk, turning away from each other and allowing your shoulders to graze one another every once and awhile. “hit by a bus? food poisoning? murdered by a boyfriend?”

“funny,” his eyes grazed along the park view, paying closely attention to the people and animals that ran around in all their glory. “almost like all of those things have happened to you before.”

“well, i am the world’s biggest mystery,” you rose your hands in a proudness, “no one knows how i’ve escaped death so many times.”

“yeah, well, maybe not this time,” his voice was low, like he was trying to keep the words to himself, but failed as you rose an eyebrow, now looking to him questioningly.

“you sure, ole’ boy?”

“when am i ever?”

“the last four times.”

he shrugged, keeping silent and wondering to himself. it made you frown, now a little conscious to each step you were taking, wondering if this really was your time and you no longer could escape death.

“are we only crossing paths or are you really here to take me away this time?” your tone was flat and more serious now, no longer comfortable with the presence of someone you wish you could call a friend instead of an enemy.

“it depends,” he glanced to you, unsure of your path himself, but it felt different this time. he was sure your time had finally came to an end, but he could never be too certain due to thinking that the last couples of times he had came to encounter you.

the first time he had ever met you was at the age of five when you had walked straight out in front of a bus, unaware of all your surroundings and letting go of the safety of your mothers hand.

he had hovered over you, frowning, never finding pleasure in taking the soul of a young one. but strangely you had opened your eyes widely, like you had just been struck across the face and you had just realized.

you had survived.

the second time the two of you came across paths was the first time you had noticed him. there was something about him that made you feel safe even as an hour later you had once again almost touched deaths face with being shoved into the tracks of the subway by a stranger.

fortunately a woman quickly pulled you out, saving your life seconds before the subway could have ran you over. you were sixteen then, full of ambition and curiosity, causing you to forever wonder who the man in the black suit was on the other side of the tracks were, standing, and waiting for you to get trampled.

at eighteen you had eaten a bad piece of chicken on a birthday vacation, sending you for the bathroom of your hotel room, vomiting and vomiting until you laid weak against the cold tile bathroom floor, death soon accompanying you.

he held your hand lightly, analyzing your weak figure. your eyes barely cleared enough for you to tell who was holding your hand so comfortingly.

you were there for hours and he waited patiently, having no where to be but by your side like a companion.

eventually, the hospital was sent for and you once again slipped away from his finger tips.

finally, age twenty one you had come to realize who he was. you weren’t disturbed at all like many of the other people who had come to realize his position. rather, you found him comforting and someone there for you despite him quite literally only being there for your death.

he didn’t care for you as much as you cared about him. you found his visits exciting while he dreaded them.

but at twenty one you had almost been murdered by your very own boyfriend. he was shot dead before he could offer an explanation as to why.

you were only stabbed once, that being in the stomach. and although you seemed to be so close to your end, you pulled through, once again escaping the angel of death.

“if you’re so tired of our encounters, kill me yourself.”

“that’s not how it works.”

“i’m sure it could.”

“i’m not going to kill you.”

you pouted teasingly, “awh, boohoo.”

he rolled his eyes, “i’ll find you when it’s time.”

°•

with your heart in your throat you watched the scene unfold right in front of your eyes. so quickly and so easily, you almost thought it wasn’t real til you heard the screams that very much were, causing you to clench your jaw, wincing.

a man who’s identity that was concealed behind a black ski mask tightly gripped a young woman. it seemed that what may have been a mugging now turned into a kidnapping as he attempted to lug the girl into the back of his car.

“hey,” your face turned red and you couldn’t help but yell as you cautiously crossed the road, slightly unsure of your actions, “get away from her!”

your words only struck panic in the man, quickening his pace as he tried to induce her, but she continued to pull and kick away from him, finding hope that she would get away from this situation.

you joined arms with her as you tried to pull her away from him and soon you did, somehow allowing yourself to be taken ahold of by the man in the ski mask and taking her place as she ran despite your yelp.

you were caught off guard, being shoved into the back of his car, and then suddenly feeling a blunt force knocked against your head. your body went limp and you felt your vision slowly black out, but not before you caught the sight of the angel standing within the shadows, seeing through to your capture.

°•

black.

you vision was black and spotty till light suddenly flooded your vision and pain consumed your body like a flash of lightening. you didn't come to realization of what had happened until you saw him.

he sat across from you in a chair with his hands clasped, examining your face intently, waiting. you knew what for. and you truly believed it would happen just from the position you were in; a rope bound to your ankles and wrists, your body lying against the carpeted floor of what seemed to be a bedroom.

"help me."

"you know i can't help you," his face was blank but you could see a dash of sympathy that dotted his eyes as he slightly tilted his head to look at you better. "it's your time, but you need to breathe while you still can."

you coughed, feeling your voice at a strain, "no it's not." you rolled your head, observing your surroundings the best you could with your vision that was still slightly clouded. "it's not my time, i'm not going to die like this."

he watched you struggle as you maneuvered your body so you could attempt to stand or kneel or anything that wasn't laying. he almost found you pathetic—the way you got yourself into this mess. you were so much smarter than that and with all the misfortune you had been through, he would have hoped you'd be just a little more careful.

"he'll be back soon," the angel mumbled, still watching you go. "if you don't want to die, you'll have to be more sensible."

"don't tell me how to be sensible," you attempted to crawl toward the nightstand, hoping to break the rope with something in the drawer. “you might as well not speak if you aren’t going to help me.”

and then he was gone. vanished. disappeared. out of sight. he no longer sat in that chair.

you sighed, but continued worming your toward the drawer with persistence. you almost made it to the drawer to if it weren’t for a large grip pulling you back to the ground roughly. no mercy was shown as the man flipped you over to your back, fuming.

“bitch think you can get away,” he's straddling you now and oddly begins to untie you even as you struggle beneath him, just waiting to hit him and run. "you think you're so fucking tough, let's see how you deal with this."

once your arms are untied he moves fast to your feet but not before raising a gun, daring you to try anything. you stay back despite your skin crawling, begging you to run or move or do something that wasn't just sitting there.

the aching feeling finally got to you and you slung your foot on the side of his head the moment you felt the ropes loosen around your ankle. you got up fast only to trip again and he was quick to gab your leg, still clasping the side of his head in pain on the ground. you shook your leg vigorously, kicking him in the head multiple times as hard as you could till he let go. you got up fast and ran out the door.

"you fucking bitch!" he was already up barely giving you time to navigate your escape. "i'm going to kill you!"

you pushed into a room, locking the door, and finally catching your breath. you felt you couldn't process it—whatever this was. it didn't feel real and you almost questioned if this was a dream until the violent stomps of the man came rushing down the hall, causing the floor beneath you to vibrate.

"oh fuck," your hand shook as you lightly clamped it against your mouth, now searching for a light switch as your other hand swiped against the wall aggressively. "fuck."

you wished you didn't find that light switch. it would have been better to be left in the dark. but light still flooded in and with that the bloody body with an unintelligible face was sunken in within the bathtub. you let out a horrified scream, quickly covering your mouth in fear.

your whole body shook now and you wanted to cry. the reality of death became more clear and you wished the angel would have been here to comfort you.

"oh god-"

"i know you're in there!" the door begun to shake as the man on the other side pushed against it, wriggling the locked door handle. you became overwhelmed as you looked around the room, trying to avoid the body in search of some object to use as a weapon. you came to the conclusion that if you were going to leave alive, you'd have to hurt this man.

"open this door!"

you begun to shuffle around in the drawers quickly the moment he began to slam his body against the door. grief took over your body to the point the only feeling flowing through your body was an uncomfortable tingling, making you not want to move if it weren't for the fear of your life.

you almost gave up just as the door did and after that, your sight went black.

°•

you woke up to your head pounding and your arm screaming in agony. you forgot where you were. you couldn't think straight and your sight was barely clear as the only thing that you could clearly see was blood.

"hopefully, this taught you something," his tall figure hovered over you, examining your face, almost as if making sure life still bloomed in your eyes.

you didn't say a word, you almost didn't recognize him and you swore you were hallucinating. but laying in blood, you watched him go, and you knew this wasn't your time and the body he came to collect, wasn't yours.

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canon within my hp writing.

will and is going to be updated continuously…

theodore nott and hermione granger are best friends even though he does not want to admit it.

blaise zabini is the most sensible one out of the whole group. [actually idk about this.. more like theo 🤔]

reader is best friends with george and fred weasley no matter what house she is in and all three of them definitely make fun of draco malfoy.

tom riddle is mattheo riddle’s father which ultimately dooms him and he is treated like a servant/spy.

all of the slytherin boys wear rings.

theodore nott’s nickname is ‘teddy’ and he absolutely despises it ⇾ (got this from this fic on here!)

lorenzo berkshire’s nicknames are ‘lo’ and ‘berk’ and ‘len’

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OMG HI ELLE I MISS YOU TOO

my boyfriend doesn’t love me. slytherin boys x reader

summary : in which draco can no longer keep the secret of cheating on you, revealing it to his slytherin friends causing a whirlwind of anger

warning/s : swearing, credits to a tiktok i saw, lorenzo is nicknamed len, cat fight

slater’s note : i always forget to finish this

the slytherin common room was warm and dimly lit with the small chatter between blaise and enzo filling the calm air. a nice, quiet background noise to ease you deeper into your studying, despite you longing to join their light laughs and conversations.

you tucked a strand behind your ear as your eyes continued to scan the small and long paragraphed words beginning to dance across the page with how tired your eyes began to get- and how they began to sting.

you blinked a couple times before wrenching your wrist under your eyesight, scanning the minute and hour hand. it made you blink back in surprisal, a feeling of grief filling your chest like a glass of water with the realization of it being three in the morning.. meaning you wouldn’t be getting much sleep.

“i’m going to bed,” you mumbled hesitatingly, stretching your back out as you stood from the floor and before your six friends, all preoccupied in their own activities and thoughts.

“already?”

“it’s five past three, len,” you gave the brunette boy who seised his conversation with blaise a sheepish look, before shifting over to draco who sat in a desperate chair, pressing your lips against his pale cheek, “goodnight love.”

he hummed, seeming to grip the arms of the chair tighter when you had gotten closer, almost dreading and tensing at your touch and presence full of love for him. mattheo quirked a brow, picking up on body language unlike the rest of your friends, causing a feelings of confusion and amusing concern to enter his chest.

“i’ll see you all in the morning,” you nodded off, heading to the path of your room while the rest of them all hummed their goodbyes and good nights quietly.

draco watched you up until you reached the staircase, his eyes then traveling to back to where they were before; the faded out patterned carpet. mattheo’s eyes stayed on him, watching and analyzing, trying to guess what he was thinking about.

usually draco would have followed right behind you after a couple of minutes, biding his own good nights, but ten minutes had past and he had stayed in the exact same position.

“i need to say something,” draco mumbled, adjusting himself up in the black leather chair to a straight posture. his abrupt movement had caused a chain reaction of sudden adjustments and looks of curiosity.

it’s silent then again, his eyes still on the carpet before pansy called for him to speak out.

“i fucked astoria over the summer,” he mumbled, his ringed fingers pressed against his forehead as he thought in shame and spoke unemotionally. “multiple times.”

it’s silent and definitely none were expecting those words, especially enzo who’s eyebrows raised and then once more lowered, allowing anger to overcome him, “i’m going to kill you.”

most eyes staggered to lorenzo, his words so sudden and almost seemingly in an unfit tone that made pansy cringe and clench her jaw with how stern and hard they were.

it’s silent again until:

“what’d you say to me?”

draco hadn’t seemed to process it until then, his head turning slightly and finally looking away from the carpet, now to lorenzo who already stared back.

“i’m going to fucking kill you, asshole,” he looked as if he was about to fly from the leather black couch. his knuckles tightened and jaw clenched up to the point his jaw was shaping his skin sharply.

no one had ever seen enzo so angry. sure, he was easily upset, especially when drunk, but never had either of the five of them seen him so angry.

“you cheated on her?” theo breathed out, putting out his cigarette on the ash tray sitting on the stool beside the couch. he suppressed his own anger. still very unsure of it and whether or not if he should have been so concerned. “you’re telling me.. you cheated on the very lovely girl waiting for you upstairs that is willing to give you everything with the drop of a hand.”

he was trying to reason it to himself. trying to understand it the best he could and if he was hearing draco right. theo’s statement had made the rest of them think through the whole thing more deeply, now fully processing.

“you’re an asshole,” mattheo laughed inappropriately, shaking his head with a cigarette in his mouth. he had never wanted to choke the fuck out of a person so much more than then.

“how could you do this, how could you fucking do this,” enzo had always adored you. it was a different kind of love that he only found he could sum up for a sister. he felt obligated to protect you, kiss your boo-boos, and he was sure all the other boys felt that same way until this moment, seemingly proving otherwise with him the only one showing his concern and anger.

“it just happened. it didn’t mean anything.”

“oh?” theo nodded his head, as if understanding. but really, he didn’t.

he himself, like enzo, loved you. he just didn’t know how to show it with the missing piece in his brain, never had learned to show affection for a lover or a friend. he would rather observe, and watch, and share small, educated advice made specifically for you, and only you. he had never known a female friend so well, or rather any female at all. not even pansy, he had never found any relation to her snobbish attitude even though he was rather similar to her in that way.

“it was truly an accident,” draco felt pressured to explain himself due to the silence and harsh stares filling his vision. “i love y/n. i love her. i would never try to hurt her.”

“well you did. you’re going to,” mattheo hummed, shaking his head. he had never expected draco to cheat on you. the same draco who had practically made every one of them swear to never make a move on you, the same draco who filled your room with flowers from floor to ceiling after the first date, the same draco who had gave you a promise ring after your one year anniversary. “and you’re a goddamn fool for doing so.”

“listen,” draco extended his arm in the direction of mattheo who sat far right across from him. his tone became hard and his eyes crinkled as mattheo’s short, but insolent words hit his heart. “i don’t need to be lectured by the unfaithful himself, alright? i don’t need to be lectured by any of you, i just had to say it.” 

“i’m not in a relationship, mate,” mattheo grinned like a sick dog while taking a hit of his cigarette. “can’t be unfaithful if i don’t have a girlfriend. you.. on the other hand.”

“fuck you.” 

“you are fucked, pal,” blaise shook his head, “you’re gonna tell her, right?”

“fuck, why would i?” 

a look of astonishment crossed all of their faces as they stared at draco, not understanding his word at all. 

“how could you not?” pansy stared at him wide eyed, “you drop that bomb on us and then expect everything to continue on like normal? fuck that draco, i’ll tell her myself.” 

“fuck you won’t,” he gets to his feet fast just as she does, “sit down, parkinson.” 

“suck my dick, malfoy,” she shoves him out of the way just as he grabs onto her arms, practically throwing her into the chair mattheo sat in; who caught her the best he could without inflicting pain on either one of them. “fuck is your problem?” 

she gets to her feet fast again, now prepared to sock him the face, “grow up, draco. learn to deal with the consequences of your actions.” she takes two steps and he once again is on her, gripping her arm so tight to the point she makes a sounds of anguish. 

“alight, enough,” mattheo pushes him back once to his own feet. “step down, draco. we both know you won’t do anything.”

“oh really?” “really,” he nods, his eyes going hard before looking behind draco to your figure that stood on the staircase, “especially if you want to help your case in front of her.” 

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- idk if i should keep tagging people for the general slytherin boys

crushes i haven’t introduced to my blog.

— sunday special! this is a little post break from my writing, so i hope you enjoy as i introduce some very favorite men of mine :) maybe i’ll turn this into a series since you can only include ten images per post :D

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brad pitt. — this is the og! i’ve been in love with him for awhile and i think he’s a very lovable person- dilf brad is hotter than heartthrob brad, i said what i said.

hayden christensen. — very hot! very sexc! my favorite emo boyfriend :D i attempted writing for him, but in an au and i got bored so i don’t think i’ll really ever write for him, but there’s some really great fics about anakin on a03 😭

nick robinson. — this is the real og and i have some strange attachment to him ever since 2016 and every once and awhile i go onto wattpad and reread fics about him.

jon bernthal. — this is my current male crush, i am absolutely obsessed with this man and i admire him so much. would do anything for him tbh. i am also thinking about writing about him soon.

timothee chalamet. — i’ve only really had a subtle crush on him but he’s my favorite person ever and i have written at least three screenplays where he’s the main lead.