Daddys Girl, Part Two. Jason Todd X Reader

daddy’s girl, part two. jason todd x reader

summary: jason will do anything to prove he’s right, especially when it comes to his suspicion of you.

warning/s: swearing, unedited, gif not mine, very minor mention of sex and drug trafficking

slater’s note: uhh the titans season 3 trailer came out and that kinda gave me motivation to write for jason (even though i don’t take curran as the f/c)

part one, part two

jason watched you go with the flex of his jaw, his eyes drifting to the city lights before looking back through the glass door you had exited through. he tightened the grip he had around champagne bottle to the point his knuckle turned white and he swore he could feel the thick glass crack beneath his strong grip. 

he got up fast once you had fully disappeared after sliding yourself between bodies so fast and so easily. he threw the green champagne bottle to the ground, hearing it shatter from contact of the cement. 

something was not right.

he shoved people lightly out of the way as he made way to the exit of the ballroom in attempt to catch up with you, and lucky for him, you weren’t in any rush as you were only five feet away once he turned the corner with your dress flying around your waist mesmerizingly. 

“hey,” he called after you but you only kept walking while cursing at yourself for wearing the silver chain and going off on him. it was just too easy and he pissed you off enough for you to want to straggle him.. you knew who he was, what he had done, and how he felt so shameless about it.

you almost got away, telling yourself you just needed to cool down but jason had a hold of both your arms, pressing you up against the nicely wallpapered walls before you could get any further. 

“i’m going to ask you this once,” you could smell the alcohol practically leaking from his breath as his face was so close to yours, fierce and skeptical. “who gave you that necklace, some boyfriend of yours?”

“why are you so quick to guess it’s a boyfriend?” you quirked a brow, slightly smirking as you leaned closer. “you make all your girlfriends call you ‘daddy’, jason?”

the quirk of your brow and tip of your head in mock almost made him snap, but he suppressed it with the gripping of his hand tightly as he moved it above your head, but he couldn’t erase the light red that slowly spread across his cheeks and it made your smirk expand even more. the red almost wouldn’t be so visible if it weren’t for how close the two of you were.

“right,” you nodded, content with his silence as you slowly pushed him off.

he didn’t resist, watching you slowly make your way back down the hall where the staircase that lead to your rooms were. he contemplated going after you, calling after you, anything to have the upper hand once again but he couldn’t think of anything as he clasped his chin tightly, thinking of how off putting you suddenly were. how angry.

“oh, and jason,” your voice caught him, his eyes lifting to your own as you had stopped in your place halfway down the hall, turning slightly. “the next time you decide to do a run down on your father’s new daughter, don’t use alcohol as a way to get her to talk.. it could give the wrong idea.”

he frowned deeply, walking away before you could. 

were you blackmailing him?

jason ran a hand down his face while making his way back in the ballroom, not planning on staying much longer but rather only to say goodbye to dick, who was well out of his mind drunk from what jason could see out of the corner of his eye. 

he was dancing, laughing hysterically with girls attached to each of his hips, fully sporting out the true dick grayson he was. jason couldn't help but smile to himself as he grabbed onto a drink from a passing waiter, downing it as he shook his head, always finding amusement when dick got drunk. always flirting and always full of energy, never failing to leave smiles on faces. 

“you two seemed to have hit it off.” 

jason turned to see tim leaned up against the bar with a bottle of water, his eyebrows raised. it made jason roll his eyes slightly, almost guessing tim knew of the rift that suddenly was put in between the two of you. 

“yeah,” jason leaned against the bar with him, “best friends.” 

tim chuckled a little before sipping his water, “she’s a spitfire, isn’t she?”

“no kidding,” jason swallowed down the rest of his whisky filled glass before his eyes landed back on dick who was slowly dragging himself out of the crowd of women that surrounded him, making his way in the direction of him and tim. “a little nasty.” 

tim shook his head in amusement before dick joined his other side with a rather wide smile on his face. he tapped the top of the bar, signaling the bartender to slide him a drink, “you two enjoying yourselves?”

“not as much as you, dicky,” jason took ahold of another glass of whisky, smirking at his brother who had begun to down another glass of alcohol. 

it wasn’t exactly a usual thing for dick to get drunk out of his mind, but it was christmas after all and there was no sign of alfred or bruce’s figure to offer a shameful glare to him. 

“loosen up, jason,” dick clapped the boy on the back, “you looked like you were out on the balcony with y/n... where is she anyway?” his eyes were going everywhere at once, reaching the ceiling, the floor, and sometimes lightly grazing tim and jason’s faces as he spoke. 

jason exhaled sharply, “i wasn’t going to say this, but there is something very off about that girl.” 

tim looked to dick before they both looked back to jason, both very amused at his words and tone. dick downed the last of his drink before scoffing lightly, “you sure you aren’t just jealous that bruce found a new stubborn, hard headed teen that soaks up most of his time?”

jason scowled before dry laughing along with them.

“what’s up, jay,” dick fell from his drunken state by the snap of his fingers, turning serious as he put down his glass, elevating his body so he’s facing jason better. “not so fond of the girl who can beat your ass?”

tim and dick giggled lowly. 

“no,” he dipped his head a little low, dumbfounded at the fact they weren’t taking his words seriously, “she’s fucking weird.” 

“weird?” tim’s eyebrows raised, sipping his drink as if trying to hide the redness in his cheeks, “wow, okay, we're getting a little.. technical here.” 

“look, i’ve met many weird girls and she definitely isn’t one of them.”

“no one cares about the weird girls you’ve slept with, grayson,” jason waved him off, his eyes closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “this is different, there’s something off about her, alright?”

“there's something off about all of us, todd,” tim put down his water bottle, also maneuvering himself to face jason a bit better, “i mean bruce picked her himself, why would she be anything normal?”

“you both are alike jason, maybe that’s why you think she's odd,” dick nodded, diverting his attention from the two of his brothers, more specifically jason before pushing up and off the bar, ready to submerge himself with women once more. 

°•

the air was cold and the last of the gotham snow was melting away as spring was slowly setting in with the lessen of snow fall and increase of rainfall. this was something that jason always enjoyed as he would watch the slush fall into the sewer drains with the push of the rain while he drove through the city on his motorcycle. 

it had been months since jason had made an appearance in the old wayne manner.. like usual and something none of you were quite surprised by, especially you. 

it didn’t take long for you to figure out the habits and insights of jason todd. despite only having three occurrences with him, you were smart enough to fill in the pieces you hadn’t figured out yet from asking your rather opened mouth brothers who took your questions as a curious mind.. and it was a given for anyone who has encountered jason todd to ask questions. 

with your last occurrence with the man, you would have guessed you would have never saw him again, but with your readings on him, you would have also guessed you would being seeing him very much with his obvious curiosity as to who you were.. he was very unsettled by you. 

you weren’t home when he had first arrived but rather at the gotham private school bruce had enrolled you in almost immediately after you had been adopted. 

you hated it. 

alfred had dropped you off at the front door before driving off toward the garage, leaving you to your after school routine that concluded sulking in your bedroom for an hour before you emerged back into the real world where you did your homework and helped alfred with dinner. 

you were quite the treat, well behaved, and well mannered despite jason’s belief that you were anything but that. a liar to be more specific, or even someone who knew how to manipulate people real well. whatever it was... he knew you were hiding something. 

you entered the manner with your lips pressed into a thin line as you ran your fingers through the pages of the book you held, deeply soaked in the words that you whispered to yourself before you stopped walking, reading the last of the page before looking up and over rather quickly into the parlor where you saw the familiar figure of jason. 

he was staring at you blankly, making it hard for you to read him. 

you returned the expression, looking him up and down before allowing your backpack to slowly fall from your shoulders to your forearm, stuffing your book into the bag, “long time no see, todd.”

he stays silent, keeping himself comfortable with his arms stretched across the top of the couch. 

“bruce isn’t here if you were-”

“i’m not here for bruce.” he said nothing more creating the atmosphere to be even more uncomfortable and strange than it already was. 

you rose your eyebrows, slightly leaning back, “okay..?”

you walked away. 

within the couple months jason had been absent from your life and the rest of the adoptive children of bruce, he had been conducting business that circulated all around you. 

no matter how he tried, he couldn’t get you out of his head after the stupid christmas eve ball. with your silk green dress and that stupid familiar looking silver chain and-and your quick spiteful attitude after he had trashed bruce’s name. he couldn’t stop replaying your words and body language in his mind.. all in attempt to get a better read on you, but he failed... leading him to-

“where have you been, kid?”

jason looked up to see dick with his shoulders sunken and looking rather exhausted through his eyes. the whole reason he had came to the manor in the first place was because of dick, wanting to finally prove that there was something up with you. 

“sit down, grayson.” 

he sighed, quirking a brow, “what is it this time?” 

“you seen that chain around her neck?”  “who's neck?” dick took a seat in one of the parlor leather chairs across from jason. 

“y/n’s.”

he sighed again, diverting his eyes from jason as he thought about how ridiculous this conversation just got, “what about the chain, jason?”

“you know what’s on there right? what it says?”

“’daddy’s girl’, yeah, so what? a gift from bruce, he got all of us a piece of jewelry,” dick rose his left hand for examination, showing the gold ring that laid on his index finger that bruce had gifted him years ago. 

jason scoffed, “’daddy’s girl’? c’mon grayson, you know that’s fucking weird, especially for bruce. besides he’s not cheap. he got her a gold locket, not a silver chain,” he watched dick frown, now thinking about it a little deeper, “your a detective grayson, you’d think you’d be just as skeptical as me in the first place.” 

dick crossed his arms, “boyfriend..?” the thought was mortifying to him sense dick felt like an older brother to you, but he couldn’t rule it out.

jason looked at him, licking the inside of cheek as his face lightly turned red at the memory of him saying the same thing and your reply, “no. she said no.” 

“okay then don’t look at me like i’m some weirdo when i know you thought the exact same thing.”  “i never said you were-” “but you looked at me-” “dick, don’t,” jason gave him a pointed look, “it’s deeper than that.” “what is?” “the goddamn chain.” 

dick stayed silent before nodding his head, signaling jason to elaborate. 

“i thought it looked rather familiar, and i had been kicking myself all night the moment i saw it, knowing i had seen it before somewhere until i finally looked back through all the old missions bruce and i had been through and.. goddamn fucking bingo,” jason threw a file on the parlor coffee table, causing it to slightly slide closer to dick. he stared at the manila folder hesitantly before looking back up jason, “the old reodem rich case.. sex and drug trafficker who owned at least a dozen strip clubs, each with twenty girls all branded the same with a silver chain all engraved with ‘daddy's girl’.” 

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friends with benefits, part three. robby keene x reader

summary: did robby bail?

warning/s: swearing

slater’s note: since @hawksahandful brought it up…

“got any sevens?”

“go fish,” johnny looked up to you through his eyelashes before sighing, watching you pull a card from the thick stack, already on your fifth game of go fish.

“great,” you mumbled.

it was ten o’clock at night and you couldn’t feel your legs nor could you hold your eyes open much longer, but it hurt to close them due to the bright fluorescent lights of the california (surprisingly) cold airport practically stabbing them.

you had begun to regret not accepting your mother’s invitation on flying out on an earlier time, that being three in the morning, with how long you had been located in the cold, large, busy, and annoying airport.

you rubbed your eyes as well as your face before slapping your hand of cards on the coffee table sat between you and johnny, no longer finding entertainment in beating him no matter how hard he tried to outsmart you. but the thing was, you cant outsmart someone in the game go fish.

miguel had threw a couple bags of chips on the table just as you had done so before taking a seat on the hard plastic linked together, his leg knocking against your back lightly before pinching the bridge of his nose, exhaling roughly, “you guys done with your game yet?”

“not even close,” johnny threw his hand down as well, leaning back on the palm of his hands after wiping his face from the grogginess that set in. “you seen robby?”

“nope,” miguel popped the ‘p’ making you squeeze your eyes shut to his answer. “but hey, good thing our flight has been delayed like five times.”

johnny scowled. in the five hours you had been there, your flight had been cancelled hour after hour leaving you and your two friends for built up anger and annoyance. it hadn’t helped that the one boy you had been hoping to see the whole day hadn’t shown up yet.

“you think he’d chickened out?” miguel lightly kicked your thigh with his shoe as you had your head leaned back against the seat next to him, being sat on the floor and in front of the rows of many seats.

“i hope not,” you shook your head lightly, thinking of how you had practically helped robby pack as you were laid on his twin size bed, pointing out nice shirts and pairs of pants he was to shove in the suitcase he had just bought that day. “otherwise he’ll have an ass beating when we get back.”

“he’ll show up,” johnny was leaned back on the palm of his hands as he lazily looked around the large airport lounge. “we lawrence’s aren’t quitters.”

“he’s not exactly a lawerence.”

“i’m still the reason he’s in the world,” johnny shrugged, “didn’t wrap when i tapped.”

both miguel and your face screwed up but decided to say nothing more to his words.

°•

your flight was finally called and to your despair, there was no sign of robby.

you frowned as you sat in your seat alone without company. 

for weeks you had been looking forward to all of this; riding down to the bahamas with your best friend in hopes the vacation and experience would turn the two of you into something more.

in the three years you had known robby you had never known him to stand you up, especially without an explanation. robby was always true to his word and trustworthy, something due to not wanting to be like his father, despite johnny being a little more reliable in that moment with the fact that he was sat right across the isle from you… even if it were just for free drinks and no hotel/flight expenses.

“hey, y/n/n,” johnny pinched you lightly, “your parents wont think it’s weird of me still coming.. right?”

you looked to johnny, slightly sad, but quickly narrowing your brows, suppressing an amused look, “johnny,” you gave him a light pointed look, “there was a point in time you lived in our pool house, they’re not going to care if you show up without robby… it’ll just be another tuesday for them.”

your parents were rich and it wasn’t hard to tell with how it had taken two weeks for them to finally figure out a grown man was living in their pool house.. which was basically a second house with it having two floors and being fully furnished.

and once they had discovered johnny’s presences, they hadn’t been too concerned, considering johnny lawrence their yearly charity case. sure, it would seem to be an insult to anyone, but to johnny, it just meant free beer and steak whenever he wanted.

johnny nodded to your statement before turning to his magazine, now reassured to relaxation.. and it wasn’t long before a flight attendant handed him warm towel, sending him to his dreamland and leaving you in your nightmare.

°•

the heat hit you immediately, sweat starting to ease out of your pores as you had made your way off the plane and into the bright bahama air where a bus waited for you and about ten other people.

“this is the life,” you could see johnny slowly ease out of his uptight and annoyed self and into a state you had never seen him. not even pool boy him could compare.

he had slung an arm over you and miguel after a necklace of flowers was placed over his head and a gift basket of chocolate was hung around his arm after getting off the sweaty bus with hot, non-breathable air.

“where’d you get the gift basket?” miguel frowned to see the wicker basket hung on his forearm, then looking back to his own where he lacked such a treat.

“i had to fight the lady back there for it,” he motioned to one of the greeting workers with an obvious frown on her face. “your parents should have warned em’ about me.”

he escaped from the two of you, disappearing behind a corner. it caused you to frown out of confusion with how abrupt he was but you could only go along with miguel’s shrug and foot path towards the inner lobby of the hotel.

“y/n.”

you heard your voice called and immediately you saw your mother’s face. she smiled as she made her way towards you with an obvious pep in her step, also melting away from her usual california uptight self. it made you slightly slow, taken aback by her increase in happiness, but you continued to walk with miguel, smiling back.

“hi mom.”

she had immediately pulled miguel in for a quick hug before turning to you, holding you tightly as she swung you back and forth before whispering in your ear, “he’s great.”

“who?” your face slightly scrunched with confusion.

“robby!”

you frowned until his face filled your vision from behind your mother. his face held a rare smile you only saw when it was just the two of you.

“y/n/n,” he took ahold of you to your shock, practically pushing you away from miguel and your mother who didn’t really care.

“you rode down with my parents?” your arms had wrapped around him instinctively as he continued to push you back towards the more private section of the lobby where tourists lacked.

your stomach filled with relief as well as shock as your face was pressed to his chest before you looked up to his face after he stopped walking. you couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“i couldn’t reach you.”

“you didn’t call?”

he slight shrugged before pulling away after a tight squeeze, “your parents showed up at my dads apartment at three in the morning, ready to take me to this vacation you had told me about that’s supposedly leaves at three p.m, not a.m...”

you laughed nervously, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear before looking into his eyes, “i was meaning to tell you…”

“when were you gone tell me, on the plane?”

“something like that,” you coughed before shaking your head, fully processing that your psycho parents picked him up without you. “why’d they pick you up?”

“your guess is as good as mine,” he shrugged lightly, not necessarily bothered with his hands shoved in his pockets.

you scoffed, shaking your head, “I’m glad you came.”

“what,” he frowned slightly, his hand then reaching up to hold your hip, “you think i wouldn’t?”

“kinda…”

he scoffed, shaking his head at your answer, “ y/n, you know i’d do anything for you, right? even if that means fake dating you to impress your grandparents.”

you smiled lightly, not sure what to say as you shied away from his gaze, suddenly feeling the heat and closeness between the two of you.

“hey,” you looked up to him as he softly kicked his knuckle against your cheek, “i got your back, okay?” he smiled crookedly before pressing a kiss on your cheek, “now get your swimsuit on, i promise your grandma a game of chicken in the pool.”

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prey. theodore nott x reader

summary: theo is unsure whether or not reader loves him from how closed off she is, causing him to fall into a mix of feelings that can bring no good. 

warning/s: swearing, angst, pansy being an ass

slater’s note: n/a

theo’s eyes fixated on you from across the room, a frown stitching deeply into his cheeks as he studied you, letting his thoughts getting the better of him, once again.

your face was scrunched up showing your frown lines as you deeply studied with your fingers tapping against the desk, eager and eating up the information you read.

you were a bright girl, something theo dearly admired of you; always calculating, demanding of answers, never not thinking critically. you were smart, with a heart full of bliss and good intentions.

but never with him.

the moment you laid eyes on theo, the moment you had met him, you had felt different than you had ever before with any boy you had acquainted with. with his soft brown eyes that always held mischief and brown hair that curled when wet and even at the rarest of times, he was bound to be the death of you.

his smile was straight but also rare, and his posture held power and dominance and he loved you more than you could handle.  

and he knew it. 

theo took ahold of the seat that was placed next to you, his lips pressed into a thin line before he took a seat next to you, immediately placing his hand on the nape of your neck, rubbing it as if relieving stress built up in your posture, something he could tell that was circulating through your body as you slouched. 

you glanced over to him, giving him a soft smile, “hi, love.”

“hey,” his voice was soft and it made you melt as his hand traveled from the back of your neck to your cheek, his thumb swiping against your cheekbone repeatedly and slowly, admiration in his eyes as he studied your features.

you shied away slowly after a few minutes, feeling a strange tension build up in your stomach, making your cheeks turn red and shoulders scrunch up as you seemed to lower yourself in your shell.

and just like that, theodore’s paranoia begun to eat at him once more.

°•

“face it, theo,” pansy shrugged, circling around the chair he sat in, “she just isn’t that interested.”

“oh shut it, pansy,” lorenzo pulled the girl by her collar, sending her to the seat next to him on couch, beckoning her to shut his mouth with his annoyed frown. “you know y/n loves you.”

“sure doesn’t act like it,” draco mumbled, taking a seat across from them.

enzo scoffed, shaking his head, “you’re not helping.”

theo was prey to his anxiety and paranoia, especially when it came to you. and it seemed when he needed reassurance most, that everything was alright, his friends never really came in handy.

“he asked.”

“you don’t have to be a dickhead about it though,” blaise shook his head before looking to theo. “she loves you, mate. she just isn’t a generic girlfriend that wants to be loved up on.”

“that’s fucking weird,” pansy’s face scrunched up at blaise’s explanation causing enzo to pinch her harshly. she winced away quickly.

blaise sighed roughly, shaking his head, “stop being an ass, pansy. boys don’t appreciate it.”

she scowls.

theo sighs, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in slight irritation and frustration. it hurt him to think, he knew something was wrong, even if you would say otherwise, there was just something very wrong and the way you reacted to his touch and affectionate words, proved his thoughts true.

he wished you wouldn’t keep it inside.

“you think i should just end it, for her sake?”

“theo, you’re just a paranoid fuck-“

“end what?”

you were paused in the doorway of the slytherin common room, your hand tightly gripping the frame before slowly making your way into the rather cold and dark room.

you felt a level of intimidation with the multiple sets of eyes set on you.

they were always unnerving to you, his friends, a lot to swallow with their big egos and large chested prides that made them hold their heads high.

everyone had the upmost respect or fear for the group. you included.

“hi, lovely,” theo reached out to you as the rest of the group slouched lowly in their seats, eyeing you, causing a feeling of uneasiness to set in your stomach.

“hi.. theo,” you sat yourself on the armrest of the large chair he sat in, angling yourself to look at him, shielding the two of you away from the rest of the group. “you alright?”

“of course,” he whispered, taking ahold of you gently and pulling you to his lap.

your cheeks turned red, resisting the urge to wiggle too much.

blaise bit his nail, taken aback by theo’s whole change in demeanor, no longe clouded with gloom but rather relaxed, melting into the chair, but blaise could see the unease in his eyes.

“alright,” blaise stood to his feet, “i’m going to the astronomy tower to…smoke some muggle dope..”

enzo got up almost immediately, linking arms with blaise before hauling pansy to her feet, giddy for a high.

“well c’mon, malfoy,” enzo looked down to the platinum blonde eagerly, “no time to waste, the weed won’t smoke itself.”

he got up reluctantly and rather slowly like his bones were full of age, finally leaving you and theo alone.

“are you alright, darling?”

“i’m okay,” theo nodded unsurely, adding a smile on hopes to convince you, but he knew better.

“theo..” you tilted your head slightly, concerned eyes swallowing him whole as he adjusted himself and his arms around you, “love, what’s bugging you?”

“y/n, dear,” he swallowed, his finger tips lightly tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “i don’t.. want you- i don’t want to bother you with my worries, that’s all, love. it’s nothing.”

he reassuringly clasped your face with his rough hand and you sighed, laying your own hands on his face, “please tell me.”

he’s hesitant, theo’s eyes reaching to the carpet layered on the floor as you studied his face intensely, dragging your fingers against his frown lines.

“y/n, i’m worried about you,” he whispers, beginning to fiddle with the hem of your skirt. “i feel like i’m trapping you into something you don’t want to be in.”

“that’s silly-“

“is it?” he practically cuts your words off with a raised brow, “you burry everything up, y/n, half the time i don’t know whether or not you even like me.”

“why haven’t you told me before?”

“you didn’t ask,” he shrugged lightly, almost with a twinge of humor. “you keep everything inside.”

“i don’t mean to,” you pressed your lips together, brushing his hair from his face. “you know i love you, theo, you know that right? i just… i’m not used to people wanting to hear what i have to say.. or how i feel..”

“just keep your heart open,” he whispered, taking your hand into his own, pressing his lips against your knuckles lightly. “otherwise i don’t want to fight it.. if you won’t.”

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cold waters, warm bodies. mattheo riddle x reader 

summary: mattheo’s always wanted a kiss from reader

warning/s: swearing and unedited

slater’s note: i tried hard to not specify the house so you could.. just.. insert your own idk but yuh it’s three in the morning, i just wanted to post this

mattheo loved girls. he wasn’t shameful about it.

and girls loved him. a perfect combination.

but you were different.

the last thing on your mind was a boy, especially one from the slytherin house with their notorious nasty attitudes and smug expressions that scared off any and all interaction from anyone that wasn’t a pretty girl or apart of their own house. 

and even as infamous as they were for their snide smiles and harsh comments, they also knew how to throw killer parties that left you hungover and out of your wits for days on after. 

those slytherin parties were the only time when small percentages of outside houses were accepted into the green and dark common room for a night of fun.. fun that always went unspoken once everyone took a step out of that dark and haunting room until the next function was thrown together. 

mattheo always made sure you were there, especially after seeing you stripped down to your underwear for a midnight trip to the black lake where him, blaise, and enzo planned and played out a night of skinny dipping for a couple of gryffindor girls, including you, who just so happened to be brought along by a friend of yours. 

your eyes had shone bright beneath the moon light as you stared out upon the lake before pulling off your sweatshirt, amazed by such a sight and feeling a sudden bravery beneath the darkness of night, allowing only the small light of the stars to touch and dot your skin and the half crescent moon put light to your most admirable features. 

mattheo had watched you silently, pressing his lips into a thin line before rubbing them together, watching the others follow your lead with equally giddy smiles and expressions, all eager to be consumed by the sensation of cold water with another. 

your body had hit the water first, not necessarily caring to keep the atmosphere quiet like it should have been, but rather embracing the sudden rush that ate away at the core of your stomach in excitement. a rush that made you dizzy and kept the corner of you mouth up in a bright smile. 

you remembered that feeling well and you remembered him. although the night at loch shiel was not when you had formally met him but rather at the infamous slytherin party where his hand met your face minutes before you had pulled away with a knowing smile on your face, almost telling him he should know better. 

it was fun for him, the first couple of times anyways. 

he ate up the little moments where you would allow his small touches of affection. the touches that caused the reddening in your cheeks and would get the better of you. you would have then looked away. away from him and he’d bite away a smirk before leaving you to yourself. 

it was the fourth event of another skimpy slytherin adventure that lead him to your door with his arms wrapped around two other girls of your house, all snug and tight with a smirk on his face. and of course blaise, carrying out the introduction and plan to raid the forbidden forest with a couple of bottles of fire whiskey. 

and of course you agreed after pulling on enzo’s green quidditch sweater to mattheo’s irritation, the sweater playing into a small amount of payback due to no hard feelings being shared. 

a lie.

that was the night he had gotten the closest to you. with the dark swallowing you all whole and the fear of being eaten by a abnormally large spider consuming most of your bravery and ability to move as fast as blaise was; it all somehow push and pressed mattheo, who had cleared himself of the two other girls, and you together. his arm tightly wrapped around you waist with delight, keeping the two of you close. 

you couldn’t help but press your head against his chest as he guided you through the dark dirt paths to wherever blaise was leading you all with five shots of fire whisky down and warming his stomach for bravery. his laughs and snickers guiding you all the way through. 

mattheo wasn’t afraid. it was very obvious he wasn’t by the way he lowly laughed at every jump and flinch that coursed itself through your body from every sound and movement that you thought you saw or heard. 

“you’re only seeing things, sweetheart.”

but he only wished you would ignore his words, finding delight in the way you pressed yourself closer to him and allowed your fingers to grip his sweater in hopes it’d protect you from whatever swarmed around you. he felt warmer that way, and he was sure you did as well with the way your shivers decreased with fear and movement closer to him. 

he had hoped by the end of the night your lips would be on his and he would finally have your body pressed against his closer than the two of you were in the forest, sharing a bottle of fire whiskey. 

but to his dismay, you had denied him once more, only allowing his thumb to drag across your bottom lip teasingly but disappointingly, mumbling, “burn that sweater.”

something that made you smile and something that almost made you open your door wider to welcome him in. 

*

“you goin’ to the party tonight?”

you flinched lightly to see blaise’s face close to yours, whispering lowly and close to your ear. you frown for a minute, allowing your recognition to kick in before you smiled lightly, watching him slide into the seat next to you. 

you hummed, pressing your lips together, “depends whether or not you’ll play the songs i’ve been requesting since the very first slytherin party of yours.” 

“can’t help but your music taste is trash, love,” he shrugged plainly before you smacked his chest lightly with a bright smile on your face. he laughed in return with you before adjusting his posture back up, turning serious. “you have to come.”

“maybe,” you still smiled as you looked at him cautiously with your book pressed against your chest. 

you examined him, unsurely, knowing there was something else he wasn’t saying. 

“don’t be like that,” he shook his head, “it’s the last party of the year, we have to go out harder than all the others and you have to be there.” 

you giggled, shaking your head at his silly words, “like i said,” you stood, nodding slightly to him, “i’ll think about it.”

*

you showed up. and you found yourself in the same predicament as always.

you were familiar with his brown eyes as much as you were with his attitude and habits.

he stood over you with his usual thin pressed smirk, holding a red solo cup tightly while looking down to you on your position on the black leather couch that was shoved further from the center of the room. 

it had taken him a little longer than usual to find you and you had guessed it was due to him having his lips on a ravenclaw for most of the party. 

they were still red too. you guessed it was either from smeared on lipstick or due to her pressing so hard up against him that it bruised him a bit. 

you shook your head a little up at him but still smiled at how ridiculous he was, “almost hadn’t recognized you without that neck piece you had on most of the party.” 

a small smiled curved his cheeks as he looked at his shoes before back up to you and your low position, “she didn’t exactly fit me,” he mumbled before taking a seat next to you, his body so close and radiating off heat from the sweater he wore. 

your thumb grazed the corner of his mouth, trying your best to wipe away the red lipstick that soon begun to annoy you despite you still finding humor in it. you could feel his lips twitch beneath your light touch, mattheo’s eyes staring at your face, eating away at how your eyes gleamed beneath this low lighting. 

“you gonna let me kiss you tonight, y/l/n, or are we leaving that another thing for next year?” 

his words made you stop and drop your hand, slightly squinting at him, “depends if you ask nice enough.” 

he shook his head and you could tell you were driving him crazy from how you continued to play out and away from him, “are you scared?”

“why would i be?”

“because,” he mumbled but didn’t continue on with his sentence. he instead continued to study your face before twitching his line of sight to your lips, making your stomach tighten and eyes fall from an amused state, but rather a nervous one. 

you wanted to kiss him. 

and he knew it. 

you had finally cracked. and without asking nicely he had his lips against yours, pressing almost as hard as that ravenclaw girl with his hand holding the back of your neck while the other held your cheek. 

you could feel her lipstick press against your lipgloss, something that you had to swallow down and only ignore for you were eager. you weren’t sure for what but it had to be for him with how quickly you had leaned against him and thrown your arms around his neck, hoping to feel warmer and blissful and just as excited as you had felt when jumping into the cold waters of loch shiel, but it was nothing such. 

his body was warm and somehow the burning taste of alcohol that resonated from his mouth only made you hotter, starting from the insides and flowing out till you felt as if you needed to strip. 

his hold kept you stable and he only wanted to hold you harder, dig his fingers deeper into your skin in reassurance you wouldn’t disappear or melt away like he had half expected you to do, but you stayed, pressing your warm body against his. 

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