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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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everything and nothing.

pairings. mattheo riddle x slythetin!fem!reader

part one of n/a.

about. mattheo brings along a girl none of your group is fond of, especially you and the timing of it all is horrible.

warnings. swearing, nasty language, underage drinking and smoking, wonky timeline/plot, angst? it sucks i apologize

ricky rocks. i hate this so much tbh and it took so fucking long to fill in the gaps, but happy new year :D

it was planned and laid out so it was perfect and didn’t come off strange; didn't seem abrupt and uncalled for, but you could tell the whole month leading up to the end that something was off.

you were crazy. he called you crazy and you almost believed it till you saw his hand in hers and his lips on her cheek and the only thing you could hear was your heart beat, which eventually faded into mattheo’s voice saying he would never get with a bitch who had to spread her legs in order to get a boys attention.

especially if that bitch was in gryffindor.

to get it straight, from the moment you met mattheo, you knew it’d be something that’d last because he wasn’t like any of the other boys in your group. sure they were all picky, but they were all so different. such as enzo with sex on his mind so much, he only thought with his dick and was practically under the influence half the time you saw him. or theodore who almost never thought about a female and when one looked his way with a pretty smile, his cheeks would go red. or even blaise who seemed to be stuck in the middle and his list was short and easy and in this order; quidditch, girls, booze, and studies. and draco, well draco seemed to be in a completely different world since year six started that even tits didn’t matter to him.

no, mattheo was different. he was silent and kept his thoughts to himself. he never smiled, he never frowned, and he never laughed. his blank expression never faltered and it would have been the most intimidating thing if he hadn’t intrigued you.

everything seemed so permanent. so perfect. no worries, just him and you. you knew him more than anyone; you got to see him smile, laugh, frown, everything that was a secret to other hogwarts students.

until it wasn’t.

after he broke it off with you, you almost never saw his face until your eyes had landed on him, sticking out like a sore thumb in the middle of the great hall where all the gryffindor students sat, holding a small jet-black haired girl by the waist, speaking to her calmly as she smiled at him.

what the fuck.

“that is absolutely not okay, pansy. do you understand how much of a dumbass i looked like, just staring.. fucking staring at him practically fucking a gryffindork and not even the fucking good kind, do you understand?”

pansy watched you pace back and forth in the wash room with her arms crossed, waiting for you to stop rambling and just let it all finally sink in. it never really did and for the life of you, you couldn’t make sense of any of it. it never eased in.

at first, you thought it was a joke, a really bad one that wasn’t exactly sinking in quite right, something that almost amused you, but when it finally did sink in, you felt anything but amused.

“you keep staring at them, nothings going to help," she watched you, her voice in a strain as she examined you with an expression of exasperation. "it's embarrassing that you're so invested in a relationship that you aren't even a part of."

“you’re a cunt, pansy,” you spat, “a real fucking cunt.”

pansy didn’t care, not for awhile anyways. she found your sorrowful stares annoying and she wanted you to snap out of it. you were no more fun and she dreaded your presence more than anything. but that was all until she saw that brat laying on the slytherin couch with her butt just barely covered with her slutty black thong and a large green sweater that was so obviously not hers.

she felt anger bubble up in the base of her stomach as she watched the girl. who did think she was, a stray dog?

“get up, you slag,” she almost ripped a chunk of her hair out from her scalp with how hard she yanked at her hair. “get your lazy sod ass off my couch."

she went skippering out of the room like a wounded puppy and pansy almost pulled out her wand on her if it weren’t for theo and his long lanky arms grabbing her by the back of her night shirt. he had great timing and was quick to wrangle her down with his arms wrapped around her shoulders.

theodore didn't hate anything more than the tension that was created once the snows of december had swooped in and taken over. like you, he wasn't dumb and he picked up on mattheo's strange behavior the moment you all had came back from the break in november. it fucked everything up; whatever it was that mattheo was going through. you didn't have your head screwed on, nor did pansy and it just seemed she was more unhinged than you were just because of the vendetta she seemed to have against all females that didn’t automatically put themselves below her.

blaise was no help, never was, never would be. he only laughed and kept his insults low. and draco didn't even seem like a person anymore—it was like ever since school started back up, his mouth was sewn shut. even if draco had anything to say about whatever it was going on in the friendgroup, he wouldn't, and most likely, if he was going through what theo thought, he most definitely couldn't.

so, yes, theo was the one holding down the fort and he wasn't exactly the happiest about it due to being pushed out of his comfort zone the moment he had to hold down a small and ridiculously muscular girl from strangling another.

"knock it off," he lightly smacked her upside the head, jerking her out of his arms as she wouldn't stop wiggling. "get back to bed, pansy, it's too goddamn early for this."

but theo should've known; loathing didn't stop, not even at the earliest of mornings or the latest of nights.

°•

you were bundled up in your mittens and scarf as you made your way through hogsmeade with your face almost half frozen off from the harsh wind and snowflakes. tears pricked your eyes and you sniffed at the cold. you truly despised winter at hogwarts and you couldn't have been happier to of made it inside of three broomsticks where heat immediately soaked your skin.

you sighed in relief, wringing your scarf off your neck as you made your way to the group of boys who sat in a booth in the way back of the cozy pub, arguing- to your surprisal.

"you can't do that."

"what," enzo raised a brow, "you’re saying i can't do this?"

you sat down just as you saw lorenzo raise a blunt before lighting it despite blaise and thedore's annoyed gazes, "you're going to get us kicked out, berkshire."

"where's your sense of fun boys," he tipped his head, smirking as smoke bubbled through the air. "y/n will give it a try, won't you dear?"

you watched the attention turn to you as enzo's arm extended out in your direction, smiling like a sick dog, inducing you to take it and of course you did, returning the twisted smile. you inhaled sharply, a squint overcoming you eyes before handing it back to him to which he giggled, leaning into his seat as he glanced around at all of you; clearly delusional.

"see, you fuckers just need to relax."

blaise rolled his eyes before fixating his attention on you, or more so, trying to ignore the hotboxing enzo was trying to attempt in the corner, "what is it you're planning to do in three weeks?"

theo coughed, putting out his cigarette, "you mean the yule ball?" he quirked a brow before he became more comfortable in a slouch.

"yeah," blaise nodded and your heart was put to a strain, "i was thinking we could just skip out on it and go for a swim or whatever our desires please." he had a silly smirk on his face that made you raise a brow.

"you want to go for a swim in the middle of december?" you dumbfounded, a haze beginning to creep up on you as you once again held the blunt. "i'd rather go dance."

and you really didn't want to dance.

"well i haven't got a date, so i might as well drown myself."

"enzo, without a date? i believe no such thing."

he fake laughs before a look of annoyance overcoming his face, "believe it or not, dances are reserved for the boyfriends and not just the guy you hookup with when your boyfriend can't provide."

"you're life must be so hard."

"well, seeming i don't have a boyfriend, i'll go with you, enzo," your posture straightened and multiple looks of anguish crossed your friends faces but you were already too dazed to notice. "just don't expect a kiss at the end of the night."

he winked at you, "no promises, love."

blaise smiled to himself before it quickly faltered, once his eyes went beyond you to where the entrance had opened, revealing mattheo... and of course, his small new girlfriend. blaise coughed, diverting his eyes back and forth with quick motion that was hard not to notice. something he only intended for theo to catch, but you weren't dumb and your head turned fast in confusion to see the same sight.

you frowned hard at the sight. of course, with your luck, you weren't surprised they hadn't shown up sooner-

“hey,” blaise grabbed the side of your face, making sure you were looking at him instead of mattheo. "don't look at that prick. here, take a sip," he slid his butter beer across the table before taking out his silver flask and lowly pouring the contents inside causing the drink to fizz even more.

"oi, you can't get her crossed in the afternoon," theo frowned hard before pulling the drink across the wooden table his way, taking a sip before you could. "be more sensible, won't you?"

"i'm only trying to help."

you frowned in annoyance as their bickering begun to take off and you took back the large mug without any of their notice. you gulped down a large amount of liquid fast causing it sting the back of your throat and the foam to layer over the top of your lip, making you look like a child. even more so as you sunk deeper into the booth, watching them with a gloom glazed over your eyes.

"well, your idea of help isn't exactly helpful," theodore rolled his eyes before looking back down to you where you were taking your second gulp of spiked butter beer, he quickly snatched it from your grip, causing the substance to splash and leak from your mouth.

"you ass-"

someone cleared their throat, causing you to stop yourself and look up quickly to where mattheo stood looking down at the four of you with pursed lips. he looked annoyed, but the harder you studied his face, he also almost looked disgusted with how disoriented you all looked. it was hard to tell.

"riddle," blaise tipped his head, examining him, "to what do we owe the pleasure?"

he coughed, glancing down to you as you awkwardly wiped your mouth, before he looked back to no one in particular, "i suspect i'll be seeing all of you tonight, is that right?"

you frowned, glancing around the table quickly for answers from your friends but they all stared up at mattheo with blank faces. your chest thundered as feelings of anxiousness took over with how close you were to mattheo. it was the worst feeling ever and he didn't seem to care as his eyes were everywhere but yours now.

"i wasn't sure you were friends with us," enzo hiccuped, "seeming your new girlfriend is the only person you hang around now."

theo had to kick enzo in the shin before he could say anything more. blaise suppressed a smile by pressing his tongue in the side of his cheek at foul play before focusing better on mattheo, waiting for a reply.

you felt dizzy now with the frown on your face. not fair. it wasn't fair.

"very funny, berkshire," he rubbed his knuckles against the top of his lip with the ghost of a smirk on his face. "maybe i would find more joy in your presence if you weren't trying to get high every moment of the day..." he paused, now looking back down to you slowly, "or peer pressuring others."

you frowned harder.

"i'll see you all in astronomy tower after dark," he nodded and walked away, before stopping again. "but tell pansy that if she pounces on nyla again, i won't hesitate to throw her off."

nyla. so, that's her name.

it had suddenly hit you that it was saturday and on all saturdays, before mattheo begun taking out his new friend, your whole group of friends would climb to the astronomy tower where you would all get stupid drunk till one of you were hanging off the edge for a ride of your lives, a ride that would ultimately end with your death. so, most likely, if pansy were to "pounce" on nyla, mattheo wouldn't have to be the one to throw her off the tower, seeming she was always the one hanging off the rail in pure entertainment of herself.

"such a shame," enzo kissed his teeth, "that man used to be fun before he started caring about what his father wished."

blaise was swift as he swung his elbow toward lorenzo in the ribs before glaring at him from the side, "you'd keep your mouth shut if you knew what was good for you."

"what?"

"nothing, enzo just has his mind in a mix," blaise crossed his arms, quickly attempting the cover the words that slipped out unintentionally. he then tilted his head toward the exit, angling his body to move off his seat, "we should get going if we're going to teach pansy how to stay tame within the presence of nyla. god knows how long that will take."

°•

it was the worst idea to show up at the astronomy tower. everything in your right mind was telling you to just stay in for the night, but your petty heart had a louder voice and was just more convincing, telling you to show up.

mattheo knew you were petty and he was almost surprised that it took you this long to show your true colors, but with abruptly winding you with the news of breaking up, he understood and he knew it'd take time for you to bounce back. it was hard for him too. you just didn't find peace in it like he did.

you typically weren't one to drink, so stumbling up the tower stairs with glistening eyes was very unlike you and was the very first thing mattheo noticed the minute he saw you all pressed against theo who seemed completely exhausted as he tried to keep conversation with you; nodding slowly and mumbling few words in return. it made mattheo resist the urge to shake his head as he directed his eyes down to nyla, who seemed to be completely tucked away in his arm as he held her by the waist.

she wasn't as fond of the idea of meeting you all, seeming you were all the type to harass her on the daily if it weren't for how quiet of a person she was in the first place. none of you had ever seen her before until mattheo was magically tied to her hip. she wasn't dumb, she knew the stares of hatred when she saw it, but for mattheo, she'd do anything for him.

if only that went both ways.

"you don't have to shake any of their hands, just say hi," he whispered lowly into the crest of her ear, making his chest flow with heat as she looked up to his with wistful eyes, nodding. "they're not all as scary as they like to think they are."

the astronomy tower was awfully cold and you cursed mattheo for choosing this of all places to introduce his girlfriend. he probably did so because you'd all be too cold to move incase she said something stupid that would make one of you want to strangle her. that thought made you roll your eyes as you snuggled deeper into theo with your knees pulled to your chest.

the only reason you chose to get drunk was for some liquid courage in order to confront mattheo, but all you felt was tiredness with all your anger weighting down in the core of your chest. you didn't have enough energy to say a word at the moment and you cursed yourself for taking those shots when pregaming with enzo. you knew it'd backfire, but you thought that’d be a bad hangover, not a bad mood that was appraised to sulking.

"i'm not going to lie, this nyla girl looks awfully familiar," the warmth of enzo's body consumed the right side of your body as he leaned in closer to you and theo, mumbling lowly as he watched the jet black haired girl from across the tower, smile up at mattheo as he fixed the hat she had on top of her head. his brows furrowed as he seemed to think harder with his lips pressed into a thin line. "i can't think of where."

it's silent and the only thing you can really hear is the wind and pansy and blaise's small chatter from the back. they were examining the dark grounds below, trying their best to make out landmarks of hogwarts, but failing due to it being ten at night and their was no light in sight.

the both of you glance at enzo as he stroked his chin and you couldn’t tell if it were for dramatic effect or just a tick of him actually thinking hard. you doubted the last option.

"ah," lorenzo exhaled sharply with the snap of his fingers, coming to a conclusion that made you frown up at him with how close he was still. "i know where I've seen her before."

"do you really?" theo raised a brow, annoyed.

"yes," he still looked at her, then bluntly spoke, "I've hooked up with her."

both your eyebrows raised quickly in surprisal, "really?" you shouldn't have been surprised, there wasn't anyone in your year that enzo hadn't hooked up with, and it was notorious that the girl mattheo had chosen was a whore, but it still caught you off guard due to the alcohol burning away all your sensibleness. "when?"

"ah, not too long ago," he waved his hand, "possibly after a quidditch match."

theo rolled his eyes, "change the conversation before they hear you."

"well, see i actually don't think it was after a quidditch match," he brushed off theo, frowning as he thought hard. "maybe it was at a ravenclaw party. oh dear this will be on my mind all night."

"well, do let me know when you figure it out."

"quiet you two."

all three of your heads snapped to the right of you where draco stood, looking over the railing, also examining the dark with hard eyes, almost as if looking for something specifically. you frowned at draco, almost immediately becoming annoyed for no specific reason other than him interrupting and just… standing there.

"have some fun, malfoy," enzo extended out his arm where he held out a bottle of fire whiskey, "there's no reason to be such a prick."

"who's being a prick now?" blaise cut in, coming back from the conversation he was having with pansy. he was smiling lazily before leaning his elbows against the railing where draco was.

"daddy issues over here won't allow me to figure out where i shagged nyla."

"well why don't you ask her?"

and boom, it was that easy.

you were drunk, but not enough for blaise's subtle insinuation to go over your head. he, like enzo, in any event strived to cause chaotic situations that more or so ended with someone getting mad. but blaise always made sure to stay in the background, practically puppeteering enzo by planting bad ideas in his head. and lorenzo, of course, always went with it, purposefully or not. and right now, his next question was intentional.

"where'd we meet again, nyla?" enzo piped up, trying to play off his taunt as general curiosity and innocences as he adjusted himself to sit up taller, brushing against you. you could all see right through it, the dimple in his left cheek from a suppressing smirk being a dead give away. "i forget. do you know?"

her cheeks seemed to have gotten red and mattheo was frowning hard as he stared at the boy right next to you, wanting to know where he was going with this. was this revenge for you, or just another superiority contest lorenzo was trying to pull over mattheo once again? he couldn't tell, but either way, he wasn't amused.

blaise was. his cheeks almost hurt from how hard he was already smiling. it was always the best when he had alcohol in his system. everything he ever tried to hide was out in the open and he became more loose. he no longer found care in his stone cold image that he was so protective of.

"i don't recall," she coughed awkwardly. "i think this is the first time-"

"no," his voice drew out like he was beginning to sing before he tipped his head to the side. "see, i am familiar with you."

your eyes connected to mattheo’s for a second and a feeing of shame crosses your mind for a split second.

“very familiar, if you understand.”

theo reaches over you to shove enzo roughly who begins to laugh hysterically, blowing out your eardrum, “knock it off.”

“what? it’s just a harmless joke.”

he continues to laugh despite both theo and draco’s glare and mattheo, who gets to his feet and marches his way toward all of you. your eyes followed him as he walks fast, expecting him to grab lorenzo by the collar and throw him off the tower, but instead he grabs yours, raising you to your feet with a very harsh tug that makes you yelp in surprisal. enzo’s laughing stops as he watches, puzzled, while theo calls out to mattheo to relax, “she had nothing to do with it.”

“fuck off, nott,” he barked, still dragging you by your collar to the part of the tower where a wall would block the both of you from all of your friends vision.

“what is your problem?”

“what?” you gaped up at him with wide eyes that drive him insane. “that wasn’t me. you know lorenzo-”

“i don’t want to here a word about enzo,” both his hands now gripped the inside of you coat and he had you pressed against the cold black railing that was keeping you from your death. “i can see right through you, sweetheart,” he says snidely and almost smiles, “jealously is not a good look for you.”

he lies.

he couldn’t have been more obsessed with the look that would cross your eyes every time you saw him even having a pinky on nyla.

“what?”

“you have a problem with nyla, tell her,” her cocks his head putting on a mocking smile. “i know you want to.”

“i’d rather keep it to myself,” you shove his hands off, trying to pull away but his hands end right back inside your coat, holding the fabric of your sweater tightly. “i wouldn’t want to make you mad.”

“never stopped you before,” he almost pulls you closer, but stops himself. “c’mon, y/n. i wanna hear what you have to say. i know you’ve been dying to say it, so say it.”

you bite your tongue hard knowing there was no way out of this. his eyes were eating away at you, almost begging you to say something because he truly wanted to know what was racing through your mind. he wanted you to yell at him, but you couldn’t.

"you're no fun when you don't drink," you fake pouted, trying to change the conversation, but you instantly regretted it the moment he pressed you further against the railing to the point your back was leaned over it and you were just on your tiptoes, gripping his bicep in desperation. “mattheo.”

“what?” he drops his smile, “you usually like it when we play. not anymore?”

“not when you’re fucking another girl,” you struggle against his grip and his eyes darken. “let me go.”

“why?”

“because it’s hard being anywhere near you without wanting to punch you in the face,” you’re still balanced on the tips of your shoes, trying to push him back, but he was persistent and held you right where he wanted you. “let me fucking go, mattheo.”

“no,” he dares you to continue.

“what, you really want to know what i think about your new girlfriend?” you raised a brow and he didn’t have to say anything for you to be able to tell what he wanted. “i think she’s a cunt and i think you’re a traitor for going out with a slag like her. it really shows what low of standards you have, to go out with a girl who has also been underneath the body of lorenzo.”

he lets you go.

°•

going to the yule ball was the absolute worst decision your group made. everything was a complete mess, starting strongly with walking in on mattheo showering, then coming to the conclusion that pansy was in a bad mood more than usual to the point she was screaming at theo- which never happens, then realizing lorenzo was your date go the yule ball, which there was nothing wrong with that, other than the fact that that meant you had to go.

“you should be glad, y/n,” pansy mumbled while pinning her hair up, “at least you’re going with someone who will actually speak to you.”

“maybe if you weren’t such an ass, pansy, theodore would find more pleasure in your presence,” blaise called over to her from your bed where he laid watching the two of you get ready. “be glad he chose you and not one of the feening ravenclaws who would pay to even touch him.”

she scoffed, “why don’t you shut it, zabini. i don’t see you with a date.”

“that’s because i’m going to be there for moral support,” he smiled sweetly as he placed his hands behind his head. “make sure my girl, y/n, has a fun time and doesn’t end up crying in one of the washrooms.”

you rolled your eyes but still smiled, “‘preciate it.”

“you better,” he gets to his feet before walking your way, raising his index finger, “i denied my best shaggin’ partner for you.”

of course.

you left soon after that with a pit in your stomach on the whole way to the ball room. you felt something would go wrong, especially after the other night at the astronomy tower. it seemed clear now that mattheo must have seen you as an obstacle, almost an enemy, more than anything with the way he was so close to dropping you. you were very aware of his unkind and vulgar nature that you wouldn't be surprised if he just...

"well don't you look lovely," you jumped as a random head, that you quickly process as fred, dipped down next to yours, a playful smile on his face as he analyzed you in the dark green dress you wore. "you sure don't disappoint, y/n."

"well, fred, she is the slytherin princess, ain't she?"

"fair point, george," he straightened back up, still smirking.

"careful 'ere, weasley," enzo was quick to place his hand on your lower back, making you shiver with how cold his hand was against the warmth of your bare back. "she's my date for tonight."

"lucky man," he smirked before exchanging a glance with george who snickered. "takes a lot to tie her down."

"no doubt."

you could always tell the weasley twins made lorenzo nervous more than anything else, whether that was their height or just their such laxed and carefree nature. you always found humor in it, even more when he practically rushed you to your table where the rest of your friends were already settling down.

he took a breath of relief as he stripped himself from his dress coat, already getting overheated for no reason. you shook your head with a slight smile as you sat down in one of the cushioned chairs. you watched enzo then pull his flask from his pocket, taking a strong swig before exhaling again like alcohol was air.

“what’s got you all nervous?”

“oh, nothing,” he looked down to you as if he hadn’t realized you were right next to him despite him walking you to your chair. “just forgot how to dance, is all.”

you couldn’t tell if he was joking, but you could tell it was an excuse.

“man, sit down,” blaise yanked him down by the belt, “you’re making us all nervous.”

but you had a feeling enzo had nothing to do with that. you looked around at the three boys that sat at your table and they were all squirming in their seats, looking as if they were anticipating something, like they were going to be hexed at any moment. it made you frown hard especially as you seemed to have been the only who noticed it.

“i think i want to dance,” blaise’s feet moved faster than the rest of his body, his eyes locked on nothing particular before looking to you quickly. “y/n, dance?”

a look of confusion struck your face but you got up just as quick, almost tripping over the leg of the chair, “sure.”

“lovely.”

“ay, don’t-don’t wear her out too much,” enzo hiccuped a call after the two of you as you made your way to the main floor, “she’s still my date.” but you had a feeling he wouldn’t have trouble forgetting you with the way he was already half way down with his flask.

“fool,” blaise shook his head, placing a hand on your lower back. he seemed to have been in his own world with the way his mouth was snapped shut after one word, something strange for him when near someone he was close with, but you wouldn’t consider it out of the ordinary with the very large amount of people that surrounded you. yet something still seemed off. “you having a good time?”

“i don’t know,” you shrugged, placing your hand in his and the other on his shoulder, “i’ve only just got here.”

“fair point.”

his eyes wandered again and so did your mind.

“funny thing,” his lip twitched upward, “i could have sworn pansy was in love with theo.”

your eyes traveled behind you to where blaise’s eyes accidentally snagged pansy who was dancing with a random boy, talking his ear off. you stifled a laugh before looking back to blaise who’s expression was blank, all amusement gone causing your own to falter. you couldn't understand how he dropped an emotion so fast.

"what's wrong?"

you think he doesn't hear you by the way his eyes still skim around the room; anywhere but you. but you realize he was ignoring you by the way an awkward silence settles on the two of you relentlessly and he almost stiffens.

“blaise,” your tone hardens, “what’s up with you?”

“nothing,” he mumbles, his eyes still distant, “just relax.”

relax.

“you two done yet?” enzo appears out of nowhere, his hands settling on both your shoulders, “i’m ready to dance.”

you both awkwardly looked over to lorenzo who seemed even more disoriented than before with his hair pulled out of its previous neat state and his white dress shirt unbuttoned two down, flashing his gold chain.

you glanced to blaise who looked at the boy with revolt. you could tell whatever was going through his head wasn’t good and whatever plan he had for tonight, wasn’t working out.

“no.”

“what do you mean 'no'?” enzo looked like he had been just struck across the face for no reason, “she’s my date, not yours, mate.”

“relax, mate, and go dance with pansy.”

“or maybe-”

“no maybe, just fuck off.”

you both watched him saunter off with his back hunched up like a child. you both rolled your eyes as blaise continued to lead you back into a dance- something you weren’t so sure why he was so committed into doing.

“why wouldn’t you just-”

“he can wait his turn,” he mumbled, his eyes meeting yours for a split second, “i have to tell you something anyways.”

“me?” you raise a brow. “you’re actually going to speak to me now?”

“don’t be like that,” he rolled his eyes with a look of annoyance crossing his face for a split second, “it’s difficult enough without you being snide.”

“what is?”

he seems hesitant and he looks at you again but this time they stay there and he studies your face but doesn’t look directly into your eyes, “when you go home for the rest of break, you need to stay there… for a long time, y/n.”

“what-”

“there are-” he shuts his mouth fast, rethinking of how he’d say whatever he had to say without getting himself in trouble. “you need to trust me, just this once-”

“you two having fun?” pansy gives you no time to answer as she intrudes on your conversation. “probably not as fun as our favorite slytherin prince and gryffindor princess-” she cuts herself off as she looks between the two of you, her eyes glimmering with something you couldn’t pin point other than something close to mischief. “god, some hypocrite. you remember when theo liked that ravenclaw girl and-”

she was rambling at this point and you could no longer hear her as your eyes met the couple she was referring to. you watched mattheo and nyla with a coat of envy over your eyes as he looked at her before leaning in close to her with quiet words dripping from his lips.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“you don’t think shit, blaise,” she hustled away faster than you could process with her mind set on one thing-

“what is- what is she doing?”

“something stupid.”

pansy was swift and when she had her mind set on something, she was good at it. she knew what she was doing and she was set on completing it. unfortunately for you, you had no idea what that was, but you knew it wasn’t good when she squished her body between mattheo and nyla.

“silly mattheo, you thought you could get away without a dance with me?”

he grunted in response as she easily took nyla’s place- who now stood a foot away awkwardly. but they both ignored her as their eyes met with challenging stares and stayed that way until pansy once again broke the silence with her wrenching tone.

“you really fucked us all over with your new girlfriend,” she shook her head, eyes pulling away from his as she tried to seem calm in her taunt. “tell me, mattheo, is it worth it?”

“you’re being childish, pansy.”

“am i?”

“yes.”

she smiles, “cmon you always like it when we play.”

he smiles back at her, “not when you’re sticking your nose in places it shouldn’t be. you and y/n both seem to have the same problem.”

“you’re a fucking bitch, mattheo,” she rolled her eyes and pushed away from their dance. “you and your bitch ass girlfriend can go eat shit, i don’t care. do whatever the fuck you want.” pansy then turned to the girl, “i hope you choke on his-”

“okay,” theo grabs her bicep, fast to escort her from the situation before she could say anything more. “you two,” he points at you and blaise as he walks by, “come here.”

you both look at each other before following slowly behind him where he stops at the table you all previously sat at, "you all need to get your shit together," theo had his hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked between all of you. you had never seen his expression so hard and full of solemnity; it fit his face well, like this was something usual for him but it almost worried you as he looked angered and that was never something that touched his skin. "you all need to keep your feelings for this girl to yourself. every single one of you is a fucking mess and we all have a reputation to up hold. save it for another day."

"like you're doing any better, nott," pansy scoffed, crossing her arms, "you're as nervous as a stray cat. why?"

he clenched his jaw allowing the silence to marinate before turning to enzo's direction, "stop drinking," and then to blaise, "find draco," and then pansy, "stop being such an ass and find some other guy to dance with," and then you, "go outside, you need some air."

the four of you all looked to each other before blaise moved first and the rest of you followed like a chain reaction into different directions. you hated that. you felt so helpless and you wished it all would stop. you didn't even have a word with mattheo and you seemed to be this large burden on his mind—even if you didn't do a thing.

the cold air sucked you whole as you stood outside on the patio, gazing out to the sky where a full moon was place in the center of your vision. goosebumps pinched your skin with a shiver and you no longer thought straight with the cold causing your mind to bounce off the walls. you were already so disoriented it didn't help that draco ran in on your mood.

"it's cold out here," he stood far with his chin tipped up like yours, "how long have you been out here?"

"not long."

"you should go inside soon," his gaze hit the side of your face, "maybe lorenzo will dance with you if he snaps out of his bender."

"i'm not in the mood for dancing."

you could hear him sigh and you weren't exactly sure why. he seemed overall hesitant; rocking back and forth on his feet, determining whether or not if he should take a step closer, but he still kept afar. it seemed as if he was almost forced to come out here.

"i'm only going to say this because no one else will," draco stood at a very far distance looking down at his nice black dress shoes with concentration that screamed he was uncomfortable. it made you feel more alone for some strange reason dealing with the fact that he wouldn't come closer and he wouldn't even look at you. "i don't want you to get hurt, y/n. none of us do, but you have to move on because the next few days are not going to be any easier on your heart, nor the next few weeks, or however long he stays with her."

"how can i move on if he doesn't even look at me," you whisper into the air.

"you don't look at him."

“that’s fucking stupid, draco.”

he’s quiet, until, “you don’t have a choice.”

you frown harder and you look up to his hunched figure pushing the small pile of snow around with his shoe, “what is going on?” he glances up to you to realize you were actually looking at him, “every single one of you have been so fucking weird. i’m so tired of putting off feelings just because i have to for the greater good- or whatever the fuck you’re talking about.”

he looked stunned with his mouth slightly opened. he looked like he wanted to say something else but knew he couldn’t. he was lucky too because theo walked out with his hands shoved in his pockets, intruding in on the conversation. he took note of the tension looming through the cold air as he looked between the two of you. he the watched you carefully as you still held a gaze with draco, practically glaring; and he looked away, staring at the stars, praying the night would end soon.

“y/n, come dance with me,” he extended a warm hand out, finding it better to direct the situation than ask questions. you took this gesture as mockery; the alignment of the sentence sounding as if he was babying you, like he has an obligation to take care of you.

“no.”

“no?” he seemed shocked, “you’re breaking my heart, princess.”

you glanced at him for a moment, before fully looking at him, “i think i should leave. this isn’t fun and you all are being fucking weird.”

it’s silent, he thinks about it. you’re not supposed to leave but it’s so hard deny you with the situation that you are in.

“just stay-”

the sound of progressive footsteps causes him to pause mid sentence, his eyes looking to the side until he shifts away from the door. mattheo walks through, his demeanor tense and it immediately soaks all of you. he looked as if he didn’t know where he was as he looked between the three of you—or as if he forgot what he was going to say. it killed you that he let the silence linger, as if he had lectured you all and now wanted you to think about it.

“i need to talk to, y/n,” he looks between the two boys, “alone.”

fuck.

you wished you accepted theo’s invitation now. and he must have too by the look he gave you before walking back into the building with draco. something was wrong.

he didn’t say a word. he couldn’t think straight and nor could you with how unsure his movements were. you felt like you could throw up with the amount of nerves building up fast on anticipation.

say something. say something. mattheo, please, say something. so i don’t-

“do you love her?”

“do i love her?” he almost sounded hurt as he slowly still paced, his hands stuffed in his black dress pants. he couldn’t think straight, and asking that question right off the bat did not help at all. he scoffed, repeating the question in his mind.

“yes,” you nodded, crossing your arms to assume a more stern stance, one he could see right through, one he knew all about and had seen many times before. you were trying to hold your composure. “you know, like you loved me before just breaking it off?”

his pacing almost fully stopped as he cranked his head to the side, clenching his jaw as your words hit. he couldn’t say a word. he couldn’t and he wasn’t going to no matter how much your words stung.

“you know, i almost socked her when you chose her to dance with you,” you clicked your tongue, tipping your head to the side as the image of mattheo lightly taking her hand and guiding her to the main floor where many other couples were slow dancing—it replayed over and over in your head. you scoffed, “i mean we all knew you’d choose her but.. that was the real cherry on top. that or when you whispered in her ear.”

you shook your head, shaming him, wanting him to understand the hurt you felt, “tell me, what did you tell her that was so heartwarming that she just had to kiss you on the mouth?”

“why don’t you shut up,” he’s swift with his movements as he pressed his body completely up against yours, practically hiding you as both his hands clasp your jaw, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. “just shut up, y/n. i do not need you fucking this up for me.”

you were getting into his head.

your eyes were wide and you feel trapped with your arms pressed against your chest, still crossed and held tightly with annoyance and pain. the tip of his nose touched yours and you could smell the vodka he must have downed moments before coming out here.

how does she feel about that?

his drinking?

you never liked it but you were just sure she adored that because everything mattheo did was just-

“can you not let your feelings get in the way for just one second?” he whispers, “can not stay out of the way, y/n? what is not clicking in your head that i do not need you? you are not the one and you are goddamn lucky you’re not.”

“don’t you fucking-” you pause, pressing your lips together as you stopped yourself and thought with tears beginning to layer over your eyes. “you do not get to fucking say that. i’m not the one? oh yes, mattheo i am so fucking lucky to be ditched for a whore.”

he exhaled sharply, turning and pacing further away from you and into the snow where it swirled and decorated the trees and stone pavement. you followed after him, not finished, hoping that all your hurt would flood out by the time you stopped talking.

“i’m not the one? after all that happened, after how long we’ve been together?”

shush.

“i’m not worth you’re time? i’m not worth being in your presence? i’m just another fucking girl that you don’t think about?”

“of course you fucking aren’t,” he turns around and he grasps your face, his eyes wild and mirroring the storm around you. “you’re worth a million more things than me. i’m going to get you killed, i am no good for you.”

silent. just wind and snowflakes dotting both your faces like freckles.

“if i don’t do what i’m doing now, you’re going to be killed or i am. maybe worse,” his fingers laced into your hair, pulling the cold strands from your face so he could see your big doe eyes more clearly now, but it only made him feel worse. “i’m only doing what i’m told.”

it clicked.

"mattheo, no," you dread it, you hate that he gave in. "why-"

he pulled you quickly before you could further your sentence, taking notice to some of the students who begun to walk outside for a breath of fresh air. he pushes toward one of the carriages before opening the small door and pulling the two of you into it.

“why are you with her?” you don't waste time, "why her, what does that have anything to do with your father."

"she's only one step to a plan, y/n," he mumbles, hesitant on what to say, "she knows things i need to know. she has things i need."

"who else knows?"

he pauses, almost stumped on whether or not he should answer. he could be risking a lot, not that you'd snitch on him, but rather you stick your head in places that it didn't need to be in, "all the boys."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"i couldn't do that to you-"

"mattheo that is bullshit," you whisper.

"they're all under the vow, y/n. do you understand what that does to a person?" he pauses, looking hard into your eyes, wanting to know what you were thinking, wanting to know if you understood the point he was getting at. "i tell you, i tell you everything, you go under too-"

"then i go under too," you say it fast without thinking, "mattheo, i want to do it. whoever did it to you and theo and blaise and whoever else, do it to me."

"y/n, no," he frowns hard, not understanding how you could be even asking, "i will not allow you."

"why not?"

he looked frustrated and almost angered, struggling with the ability to convince you. he leans forward now, his hand holding your hip, "you would hear everything i thought, you would hear him. it is a curse. you don't sleep, you don't eat. he is always in your head, it never ends."

"what do i have to lose?"

"everything."

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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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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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