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♱ TEXTING MILES MORALES!

pairings: e-1610/42!miles! x afrolatina!fem!reader

warnings: coarse language, lots of dirty jokes, otherwise none

now playing: buy u a drank (shanty snappin') [feat. young joc] - t-pain

SYNOPSIS: Just experiencing what it would be like texting your boyfriend, Miles Morales.

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i could really make this a series lmfaooo

42 songs — 42! miles morales x reader

spidey!reader. angst, no happy ending. for general audiences. (cannon) character death. reader is a but of a loser here. some fluff. reader has a (loving) mom. gender neautral reader. no pronouns. no y/n. childhood friends to crushes to enemies. jeff is a father figure to the reader

color coded text: miles. you/spidey. your mom. jeff.

inspired by: 24 songs by playboi carti

pre-spidey headcannons

crime is off the charts in this universe, every other day there's a riot, a robbery, accidental killings, purposeful killings, people on the news begging for help, bombings, and general terrorist attacks caused by mutated mad scientists and victims of freak accidents

in the daytime, you can sort of ignore the turmoil the city is in since everyone feels safer when the sun is out. At night time there's a curfew for teenagers and even some young adults because of all the crime that happens.

you feel uneasy a lot of the time because of the political climate but the crush you have on your mom's best friend's son, miles morales, makes you forget about it even if it's just a bit.

you've had a crush on him ever since you could remember; you couldn't even remember when it started.

for the longest time you wanted to confess to him but every time you tried to he would always get distracted by the pretty girls at school.

your hands were sweating as you held onto your backpack strap with two tickets for the museum. you found miles alone in a classroom putting things in his backpack.

"hey, miles." you saw him turn in your direction before smiling a bit. getting closer to where you stood a few feet in front of him you felt a little shiver go up your spine as you saw miles' big brown eyes look directly into yours.

"yeah?" his accent made your heart race a little. looking down at your shoes you began to ask. "y-yeah i was wondering if..." the sound of ruffling pom poms in the door cut you off.

"hey miles are you still coming?" michelle jones stood at the door waving at the boy with her two friends behind her. "uh... yeah im comin, my fault." miles continued getting his things together before walking past you. "can this wait? i gotta get ready for practice?" he said as he walked past you to join the three cheerleaders.

your embarrassment never left you as you watched him leave you in the dust. "yeah... my fault." you muttered to yourself as he left the class room to join the cheerleaders.

you ended up going to the museum by yourself (not wanting to waste any money), little did you know you were going to get bit by a radioactive spider at the vending machine

post spidey & cannon event headcanons

being spidey is not easy in universe 42. the crime was bad before but now it the gotten worse. during your second week of being spidey you had to fight villains that other spidermen would shiver at the green goblin, the sandman, and many more.

after 4 months you've been beaten down, almost died a few times, even almost got your secret identity exposed at least twice but you always get back up because you love your city and everything who lives in it—it's just too bad your new york doesn't feel the same about you.

The people of your new york really like jonah jameson and respect his opinion so when he talked bad about you the public opinion of spidey quickly soured.

you work with the police aka hang criminals upside down with your webs and leave a little note as you swing away when you hear the sirens coming towards you.

you struggle to balance your school life with your spidey life so you end up isolating yourself like all the spidey’s before you have. so now you only interact with miles in passing. when you do have the time to actually talk to him your spidey senses pull you in another direction

your parents worry about you a lot, at first they thought you were fine because your grades were good and you had a few friends but now you sometimes walk with a limp and sometimes your friends (miles specifically) come by to check up on you it's just too bad you're never there

every blunder you made as spidey would always met with a loud rant from jonah jameson. like when you got knocked out by rhino slamming his head into yours multiple times or when you accidentally let the green goblin blow up an entire block because you were getting pestered by protesters who were trying to rip your mask off

speaking of blunders your mom calls you sometimes when you're fighting crime because she's scared about if you're safe and you always try to calm her down but it never works because there's always screaming and explosions going on in the back

most of the time you end you hanging up abruptly because you have to stop the villain or else more people get hurt but you always make sure to face time her when you get away from the chaos so she doesn't get too scared about you

almost a year after becoming spidey you were invited to jeff’s promotional party and your mom stressed that you be there. You haven’t been able to make it to outings recently—canceling at the last minute, not showing up without a warning or leaving early without a trace, it was starting to feel like you were only someone she could talk to on the phone and never in person.

and throw in the fact that the morales family have been friends with your family for years, almost like a second home and none of them have seen you not even miles— it was starting to worry everyone.

when the morales family invited yours to jeffs promotion party your mother practically begged you to come

when you got to the party you and your mom had an argument about your latest disappearances. she brought up how your school was calling her about missing school ans how you were flaking out on her and while you tried to argue that you had more than just her to worry about, your argument immediately fell flat when she asked you ‘like what?’

after congratulating jeff on his promotion you left to sit under the water tower and watch the streets of new york. you knew you couldn't keep lying to your mom forever, she was worried about you and you just wanted to keep her safe. looking out to the city you didn't notice the foot steps coming from behind you.

“you aint gon say hi to me?” a familiar voice said from the right of you. turning your head you saw miles leaning on one of the metal rods that held the tower up. “you were busy with everyone else. i thought you’d be too busy to talk to me.”

“you coulda still came to say hey or sum’ you're like a ghost now.” miles looked down at you causing you to shake your head before looking ahead. “tuh… anyway, i heard you made the basketball team.” you changed the subject as you turned your head around, not being able to see the bashful look on his face. “”yeah it was easy.” “i bet. you're like good at everything.”

the boy looked at his feet trying not to smile when he heard your praise. “also! i noticed your new hairstyle. it's really good on you….” you messed with your fingers a little before turning back to him. “yeah?” the boy would be blushing if his melanin allowed it.

you stayed at the tower for most of the gathering. your mom even coming to get you so you could watch jeff blow out his candles. after that though you had to leave the sounds of police sirens started to go off as the sun began to set, you had to go back to your job.

cannon event & 'cannon event'

as you work to keep the city safe there's always something you can't stop and that is death. unfortunately, you can't save everyone even if you try to. believe me you tried everything but nothing could stop him slipping through your fingers

it was a cold winter when it happened, everyone getting ready for winter break the christmas lights were beginning to be put on display it was almost perfect until norman osborne broke out of jail

if was like he wouldn't go down. it didn't natter what you did—final blow after final blow the man would get back up and destroy even more buildings.

you tried your best to keep everyone safe, multitasking between saving people and knocking down the green goblin. your bones were screaming as you swung across the city, webbing buildings together, destroying rubble before it could hit the civilians below, you did all you know.

but that wasn't enough.

your web couldn't stop the tip of the daily bugle antenna from hitting him. you almost moved in slow motion; jumping off of green goblins glider to chase after the rod.

the man you've seen all your life stood still, paralyzed with fear. your webbing got sloppy after hours of fighting, your left web missed, the other right one ran out of fluid—you couldn't stop the antenna from hitting jeff.

the green goblin laughed maniacally as he flew off into the snowy sky, leaving you shivering holding the man you saw as a father figure.

"spidey...." his voice was weak, the tip of the bar was lodged into his heart, he wasn't going to make it. "i'm sorry..." your voice was weak as you held onto him, you heard his slowing heartbeat above the chaotic city.

"im sorry... i'm sorry" you sung apologies to him as you saw the life draining from his body. "spidey... i was growing to like you." jeff started, looking directly into your mask where your eyes would be. "i know i don't got much time..." he heaved once. twice. thee times.

"but please, don't lose yourself cus a' me." his blinking started to slow down. holding him tighter your couldn't handle this. "please, please stay with me. the paramedics are almost here!" your begged the man who just gave you a sad smile. "remember.... with great power comes great responsibility."

the man stopped breathing in your arms. you almost screamed into the sky if it wasn't for the sirens getting closer. "freeze spidey!" you heard them cock their guns, they were going to shoot you. "w-wait you dont understand!" you tried to explain through tears but you knew you had to go.

a gun-shot from your right made you leave before you could get a word out, a few of them hit you but not enough to be anything fatal

you ran to your house and practically tire your shit off of you. you cried for days, and didn't go to school for at-least three. your mom didn't know why you were so upset but didn't budge, seeing g how depressed you were

spidey didn't show up for a while. almost disappearing entirely besides a few sightings. though the press around the hero in the mask got worse

“Spidey? More like spider menace! look around you New York—that fraudulent freak trying to call themselves a hero is a danger to our livelihoods!” a booming voice echoed through the snowy streets of new york. “The green goblin, the lizard all of them—this is all their fault!” “spidey has brought nothing but uncertainty and harm to this city!”

news reporters seemed to go on and on about you on every channel, every jumbotron, and street corner—spidey was the topic of discussion. they're a killer, a sorry excuse for a hero. who are they? where are they?

*the sinking feeling in your stomach never disappeared as you saw miles at school. he was darker, less talkative, more angry—you cant help but think it's your fault.

you almost quit being spidey but you knew the people needed you even if they acted like they didn't. the robberies, rampaging villaians everyone needed you.

you went back to fighting crime even acter you saw the headlines on the billboards calling you a murderer, a fraud.

in less than a month a new face was making noise on the news. the press called him the prowler. he's been stealing money from museums and the daily bugle; anything he can get his hands on.

his LED mask was the only thing they got as he sped away on his bike.

the prowler began to leave messages 'bring me spidey.' and a simple spider drawing with a red X over it. he wanted you dead, and you knew he wouldn't stop until he had it.

in hindsight it was like dejavu. you're back where you started. fighting on a building in the snow.

"i've been waiting on you spidey." you bearly escaped his claws. stream came from your mouth as you jumped back from him."who are you?!" you knew you were being played with but you couldn't help it. the masked man laughed before swiping at you again.your other cuts from him stung, his claws were full of poison.

"you ruined my life." he managed to punch you, poisonous gas exploded in your face from the impact. "you got me all wrong!" you fought back, bearly noticing you began to crack his mask. "you'll pay for what you did to me." he bunched your face repeatedly.

"no!" bringing your leg up you managed to kick him in his face, knocking him back. getting on-top of him you repeatedly hit him in his face. you didn't even notice the familiar brown eyes being unveiled to you until it was too late.

you froze in place when you saw his face. miles. he knocked you off of him again, smirking, he began to laugh. "this'll be the last face you see, spidey."

"miles?" you felt like throwing up all over again, looking at the boy you've loved for almost all your life talk down to you. you were almost living the worst day of your life all over again.

BABY WYD ˖ ࣪◞⋆ plug.ᐟshinichiro

plug.ᐟshin loves it when you’re falling apart on top of him as you ride him. He doesn’t care if your legs give out and he’s not going to help you out either, he’s just mean like that.

“You better start moving baby, that’s if you wanna cum again.” Shinichiro says with an sly grin. “Shin please,” you cried into his chest. “Please nothing..” Shin says, “you wanna show your ass in front of my boys over a dope feen bitch.” He smacks your ass hard, making you yelp. “So this is your punishment.. you wanna cum? then fuck yourself on my shit and I don’t give a damn about your legs giving out either.”

plug.ᐟshin then sends the sex video to the girl you were upset about.. shin only did that to let you know how serious he is about you being his one and only.

plug.ᐟshin spam text your phone after you text him saying ‘you’re done.’ Not on his watch you’re not.. you’re his forever girl so he’d be damned if he was gonna be a dumb ass and let you go like that. So he pops up at your house to talk but instead he eats your pussy for hours on end.. it’s his way of apologizing for being a asshole.

plug.ᐟshin loves for you to ride along with him while he makes his rounds. Having his sexy ass girl in the passenger seat is heaven to him

plug.ᐟshin spoils the shit outta you with his dirty money. You want that bag? Got it. You want your hair and nails done? Consider it done. He’d literally buy you the world because you deserve nothing but the world .

plug.ᐟshin also bought you an ankle bracelet with his initials on it. It’s a must that you wear it at all times, especially when he’s fucking you. He loves to rub your legs then being able to feel the bracelet. It’s a symbol that you belong to him and only him

plug.ᐟshin doesn’t allow you to smoke, he thinks you’re too pretty for that and wants you to stay his innocent pretty baby.

tags :: @shujismoke <3

Congrats on 2k 🎉. Can I have headcanons of “girl next door” and “going on a date in a flower field” with Senju. And they share their first kiss together. Fluff. Thanks.

— senju kawaragi [akashi] // girl next door // date in a flower field

[𖤐] me after going 500 words over once again lol. i couldnt help it though okay it was too cute to keep at just 1000 words....anywho. thank you for requesting this anon, and i hope the wait was worth it! enjoy my loveliessss xoxo

wc ; 1.5k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

♡ a big smile stretched across your lips as you hefted open the window in your room; you already knew that your day was going to get better as soon as you saw senju’s face popping out of her own window, waving her arms crazily to try and get your attention. 

“senjuuu, what’s up?”  “do you wanna go somewhere with me today?! i found this amazing place that i think you’ll love!!” 

♡ you immediately agreed; how could you have said no to the excited look on her face? 

♡ she had given you exactly zero details though, so you weren’t exactly sure what to be getting ready for. whatever the circumstances though, you were very excited. sure, maybe it was a bad thing that you were hiding your feelings from your friendly neighbor, but it wasn’t like it was harming anything, so it was fine, right? 

♡ you threw some random things into a bag and hastily fixed your hair, checking your reflection in the mirror to make sure that you look alright. when you were satisfied, you hastily wrote a note down where you were going and stuck it on the fridge, exiting your house and looking around for senju. 

“boo!”  “hm? oh, hi! where are we going?” 

♡ senju groaned at your lack of reaction to her attempt at a sneak attack, grumbling about how you were supposed to act scared as she pulled your cheeks, stretching them out with a grumpy look. you only laughed, her expression being quite cute as she pouted. she eventually stopped, grabbing your hand to drag you over to her bike, handing you a helmet as she preached about how you need to protect your head, (she brushed it off when you asked about her own head, saying that she would probably be fine). 

♡ you reluctantly put on the helmet after her insistence, although you were sure to let her know that next time you would not get on her bike if she also didn’t have a helmet. 

“you’re such a worrywart, (y/n)! do you reallyyy think i would do something stupid and get hurt?”  “yes.”  “what!?”

♡ you tried your best to act completely normal as you wrapped your arms around senju’s waist, but you couldn’t help the giddy smile that came from having physical contact with her, (you were just really glad that she couldn’t see you looking like an idiot). despite the fact that you wanted to pull a little bit closer to her, you refrained, going your best to keep a healthy distance between the two of you while still holding onto her. 

♡ it was a lot harder than you could’ve imagined; all the times she would speed through the light as it was turning yellow made you press closer to her than you were originally intending, but you figured if she asked about it that you would blame it on her driving skills. yeah, that’s it. 

♡ you had absolutely no clue as to where you two were going, and your curiosity increased tenfold when senju started driving out of the city limits. you didn’t ask any questions though, feeling a bit excited at being surprised by something. of course though, you didn’t get your hopes up too much. there was absolutely no way she felt the same about you, so you did your best to squash those thoughts before they could emerge. it wasn’t exactly working. 

♡ after another thirty minutes of driving, senju suddenly pulled over to the side of the road, slowing down and turning the engine off. 

“i almost missed it! that would’ve been bad, but anyways, we’re here! let’s go!”

♡ you hastily pulled the helmet off of your head, frantically running after senju as you tried to fix your hair. she had already began the journey to whenever she was taking you, her jogging somehow being a lot faster than your running, (serious, why was she so fast?). 

“we’re here!”  “wait for me, agh, ‘m so tired…woah.”  “right?! let’s go!!” 

♡ you had to stop and do a double take when you finally caught up with her; in front of you was the most wide and vast field of flowers that you had ever seen in your life. the most beautiful sight though, was seeing senju in front of you, waving at you to come and join her. the giddy smile that was on her face as she called your name was making your heart skip several beats, and you could only hope that she didn’t have some sort of super hearing as you walked over to her, trying to keep your eyes on the flowers instead of her. 

“isn’t it awesome, (y/n)?!”  “yeah, it’s super pretty!” 

♡ before you could say anything else, senju had plopped herself down onto the ground, picking some flowers from around her and laying them in her lap, urging you to join her with a blinding smile. 

♡ you hadn’t exactly been sure what she wanted to do in a flower field aside from admire it, but it was obvious now that she wanted to make flower jewelry. over the course of many hours, she did her best to teach you about how to weave the flowers into a flower crown, and how to make bracelets and necklaces. sometimes, she would get over excited and would stop explaining the steps, but she would immediately go back to helping you when she noticed your confusion in trying to copy her steps. 

♡ the day was coming to a close; the sky was filled with beautiful bursts of pinks and oranges, and despite the fact that it was gorgeous, it also meant that you and senju would have to leave soon. 

“aaand, there’s one last thing!”  “oh, what is it?”  “this!” 

♡ from behind her back, senju pulled out a tiny circle of small flowers, woven together to create a ring shape. with no words, she gently grabbed your hand, taking the flower ring and slipping it onto your ring finger. it was taking the most amount of resistance in you to try and not interpret it as something else, but you couldn’t help the quickening pace of your heart and the butterflies in your stomach. 

♡ when you heard senju giggling in front of you, you turned your gaze from the ring to her. you weren’t sure what she was laughing at, but you felt a bit of embarrassment anyways, hoping that you weren’t making a dumb face while you spaced out for a moment. 

“you’re so cute, (y/n)!”  “...don’t say things like that…”  “awh, why not?”  “it could make someone get the wrong idea.”  “i’m not trying to make you get the wrong idea though.” 

♡ the gleeful look on senju’s face was immediately replaced with a serious expression, her eyes suddenly seeming like they were staring into your soul. you swallowed, laughing a little nervously as you tried to figure out what she was saying. 

♡ before you could say anything more, senju had scooched closer to you, her knees moving to rest on top of yours as you leaned back a bit. it was all a little bit more than your heart could handle, and you were sure that if she came any closer you would explode. 

“well, i was more talking about if you said that to another person, they might think something different…”  “you’re the only one i would say that to, (y/n).” 

♡ she had you completely shocked now; your words stopped working. how were you supposed to respond to that? 

♡ senju, apparently, didn’t need any more words from you. her serious expression morphed into a playful one as she climbed onto your lap, pushing you down onto the soft bed of flowers and hovering above you. 

♡ your heart was now beating a million miles a minute, especially with her being directly above you and staring at you with such a soft look in her eyes. you didn’t dare to move; if this was a dream, you did not want to wake up anytime soon. 

♡ without another moment to think about anything else, senju suddenly leaned down right above your face, pausing for a moment and looking at you with a questioning look. when she was sure that you weren’t going to pull away, she gently slotted her lips against yours, seeming a bit hesitant as the two of you looked at each other. 

♡ when you finally realized you weren’t dreaming, you closed your eyes and brought your hand up to her head, threading your fingers through her hair and bringing her closer. senju’s hesitance was immediately thrown out the window at this; her lips moved against yours, feeling velvety soft and warm as her hand went to cup your cheek. 

♡ after a few moments, she pulled away, a warm smile on her face. you had no idea what kind of expression you had on right now; you couldn’t seem to control anything due to the pounding of your heart. senju suddenly flopped, dropping directly onto you and tucking her face into your neck. 

“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long.”

⁶ ₆ HER WAY 𓏲࣪ . PT 7𓂃 🌷

𖦹 pairing: earth42! miles morales x reader

𖦹 summary: when you're not hanging out with the one and only miles morales then you're busy texting him instead.

𖦹 author's note: reminder to not repost any of these on any other apps without my permission 😝😝 also most of these are just extra parts that I couldn't fit in previous ones, sorry if it looks rushed!!

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art work in header made by koscribbls on instagram.

— trust who?

pairing: e-42!miles x 1610!fem!reader

contains: angst, mentions of death, yandere?miles

summary: you were taken from him a year ago, and now it seems the universe has given him a chance to do things differently— and this time, he’s not letting you go. no matter what. wc: 1,648

a/n: i got a lil carried away w this one won’t lie, lol. i love this song, and i put a little twist on it to match the plot. song lyrics are in small, bold italics

🎧: Not You Too - drake (ft. chris brown)

“trust- trust who? trust me and i can set you free. left your man came straight to me you the real mvp, my love.“

dimmed hues of red lights spotted your vision as you came to, eyelids heavy as they peeled apart to reveal the room you assumed would be the setting of your demise. your head snapped up when you finally regained consciousness completely, fright-riddled eyes darting around to scout out an escape plan. but just as you went to move, you heard chains clink from above as your body swayed, and realized you couldn’t. you looked down to find your legs bound by rope, as well as your hands, as well as the rest of your body to a firm, stuffed sack.

feet dangling from the ground, you let your head fall back against the punching bag, defeated, and settled for your only remaining option. “help!” you yelled, voice rasped and weak. “help!” you tried again.

“don’t bother, can’t hear a thing down here.”

an artificial, robotic voice sounded from above, warranting your eyes to meet a masked man who resided on a high beam, crouched in place, watching you. how long had he been there?

he jumped down, catching himself and effortlessly hanging from one arm before his sneakers met the steel floor. they were untied, you noticed.

fear permeated your entire being as he strolled over to you, a semblance of uneasiness coursing through your veins, pumping into your blood and rendering your spine straight as the ominous figure stopped just in front of you.

“ple—please, i don’t know why i’m here,” the words tumbled out in a broken heap of suffocated, stifled sobs as tears welled in your eyes.

“shh, it’s okay,” he shushed you, a hand reaching out to gently pinch your chin, lifting your head back up after it’d fallen. his touch was delicate, like he was scared he’d break you.

“i’m not gonna hurt you, mi vida. i’d never hurt you… you know that.” the voice distorter cut out, your breath catching in your throat and your eyes fluttering over every inch of this strange mask. it reminded you of a ventilation mask you’d seen in miles’ room once, a mask used to protect your lungs from the fumes of spray paint.

as if your mind were working against you, you found yourself… calmer than you were just a few seconds ago, and even more confused. why did the voice sound so familiar?

something wasn’t right.

“who— who are you?” you gulped.

“you don’t remember me?” the shield over his face pulled back, the quiet sound of mechanical whirring as it revealed his face drowned out by the heavy thrumming of your heart in your ear drums.

here stood your boyfriend in front of you, the same features, but… different. his entire demeanor had shifted since you had last seen him just prior to whatever time it was now, to something sinister. his hair was longer, pulled back and braided. an accent, almost resemblant of his mother’s lingered on the tip of his tongue, dripping within the words he spoke. his face was harder, etched and carved like the weight of the world had chipped at it piece by piece, only to settle on his shoulders, leaving him with no time for himself.

this couldn’t be right.

“miles?” you choked out, mouth gaping to find your voice. “w-why… what am I—you’re, you… but different? what is this? where am i?”

a puff of air shot through his nostrils, his best effort at a laugh as a small, smile lifted the corner of his lips, braids gliding over his shoulders when his head tilted to the side.

“you came back to me, mi amor. and god…you’re even more beautiful than i remembered.” he breathed, eyes flickering with sorrow for just a moment as they studied your face, a moment that was almost too brief for you to catch.

when he’d encountered you and his counterpart on the roof with his uncle, he swore his prayers had been answered. somehow, someway you’d been brought back to him— the pain of witnessing the bullet that pierced through your chest that fateful night just a year ago drifted from his mind, and replaced itself with the all consuming, peaceful, sleeping image of you the minute he’d picked you up and cradled you in his arms. it pained him to inject you with the needle to sedate you, but he had no other choice, he could never truly hurt you. no, he would never do that.

“i missed you so much.”

“first time in a long time hurtin' deeply inside”

the hand sporting his mechanical gauntlet lifted towards you, fingers bending so the claws wouldn’t scrape your skin as he let the cold metal brush against the swell of your cheek. the sound of the steel joints ticking made you flinch, chest stuttering for breaths you couldn’t keep within your overworked lungs as you turned away from him.

you looked at him with so much fear in your eyes, when all he’s ever wanted to do was keep you safe, to protect you, to make you feel comforted and secure. and he failed at that before, he knows that, but he’s ready this time. he’d been given a second chance, and he’d be damned if he let you slip through his fingers again.

“it’s me, hermosa… it’s okay, you know me. just trust me, and i can set you free, and then we can be together. just like old times.” his brows furrowed, his tone one of sincerity as he assured you, but it did nothing for your racing heart.

“trust—“ you sputtered, voice wavering when you spoke. “trust who? you? how can i when you have me tied up like this?!” you balked, your bewilderment such a stark contrast from his bleak, seemingly unmoving disposition.

“yeah… i’m real sorry ‘bout that. uncle aaron made me, so i tried not to make ‘em too tight. you know something like this would never, ever be my idea.”

you shook your head, was this some kind of sick joke? why wasn’t he understanding a single word that was coming from your mouth?

you grew frustrated, time was not on your side, and honestly you were getting tired of this game.

“i don’t know anything about you, i don’t even know who you are. you might have his face, and—and his body,” you looked him up and down. “but you… you are not my miles.”

he felt a pang in his chest, the words you uttered, the way you said ‘my miles’, as if he wasn’t right here, as if he wasn’t right in front of you. the version of himself he’d buried in the ground with you just last year wanted to jump out and yell at you, plead with you, anything to make you see he could be just like your miles, because he was your miles.

“oh,” he pulled the skin of his cheek between his teeth as he turned away with an agitated nod, extending his arm out to point towards your miles, who was still unconscious, chin dropped to his chest as he hung from another punching bag.

“him?” his voice raised in volume and broke apart with desperation, a humorless chuckle unintentionally escaping his trembling lips. “what’s the difference? huh? tell me.” he demanded, nostrils flaring as he tried to maintain his composure, staring deep into the eyes of the girl who would’ve burned the whole world down with him if he asked. the girl who was in his grasp, right in this moment, yet still so far from his reach— reserved for the one who had everything that belonged to him.

your head whipped to where he pointed, and the moment your eyes landed on your boyfriend your blood ran cold, a pained gasp rippling your chest. “miles! oh god, please!” you called out for him as you struggled against your restraints, his counterpart interrupting you by blocking your line of your view with his body.

“cálmate,” he hummed, “he’s fine, just unconscious. i’m not cruel. is that how you remember me, mamí?” he questioned, voice bleeding with hurt.

your gaze drifted over to your miles again, hope swelling within you when you heard him groan.

“no, no, princesa. don’t look at him, look at me.” he urged.

he didn’t understand. you always used to say you would love him in every universe, that you’d find him in every lifetime, what happened to that?

“please, we need to get home, if we don’t… he won’t be able to save his father, he—he’ll die. you have to understand.” you pleaded, the tears finally bubbling over your waterline, streamlining down your cheeks.

“you are home! it’s me, mi amor, i’m right here. what about everything we went through?” he asked tenderly, voice full of hurt and eyes still soaking in the slight difference in your features. he was too distracted by the fact that the girl he thought he’d never see again, was right here in front of him to even try and comprehend what you were trying to say. “please, don’t cry. you know i hate seeing you cry.”

nothing else seemed to be working, so you settled for empathizing with him. he was still miles, after all, different universe or not, he was still the same person deep down. and from the way he was looking at you, love flowing from the eyes that held so much anguish within them, you knew some version of you had loved him, too. in the same way you loved your own.

“look, i’m sure i-“ you stopped to correct yourself, “she, loved you, but i’m not her. i’m not from here, and i’m sorry she’s gone, and i’m sorry you have to live with this pain, but, please… you have to let me go.” your tone was forbearing, words teetering off into a hushed plea, your lingering apprehension threatening to tear through the seam of your heartfelt spiel.

“let you go?”

you nodded tentatively.

he moved closer to you, to unbound you from this elevated prison, you assumed. because maybe, just maybe you’d managed to get through to him.

but this wasn’t your universe, and this… this was not your miles.

for the first time in your entirety of knowing miles morales, you felt your heart stop— and not in the way that brought a flurry of warmed, passioned butterflies to flutter within you— but in a way that invited his words to settle like ice in your bones, allowed panic and dread to inhabit your senses, clutching you in a selfish grasp of resentment that had no intentions of letting you go— you realized, as this time, his gloveless hand swiped away yet another tear you hadn’t even noticed you’d shed.

“why would i do that?”

“I've given you enough time. hurtin' deeply inside.“

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BABY WYD ˖ ࣪◞⋆ plug.ᐟshinichiro

plug.ᐟshin loves it when you’re falling apart on top of him as you ride him. He doesn’t care if your legs give out and he’s not going to help you out either, he’s just mean like that.

“You better start moving baby, that’s if you wanna cum again.” Shinichiro says with an sly grin. “Shin please,” you cried into his chest. “Please nothing..” Shin says, “you wanna show your ass in front of my boys over a dope feen bitch.” He smacks your ass hard, making you yelp. “So this is your punishment.. you wanna cum? then fuck yourself on my shit and I don’t give a damn about your legs giving out either.”

plug.ᐟshin then sends the sex video to the girl you were upset about.. shin only did that to let you know how serious he is about you being his one and only.

plug.ᐟshin spam text your phone after you text him saying ‘you’re done.’ Not on his watch you’re not.. you’re his forever girl so he’d be damned if he was gonna be a dumb ass and let you go like that. So he pops up at your house to talk but instead he eats your pussy for hours on end.. it’s his way of apologizing for being a asshole.

plug.ᐟshin loves for you to ride along with him while he makes his rounds. Having his sexy ass girl in the passenger seat is heaven to him

plug.ᐟshin spoils the shit outta you with his dirty money. You want that bag? Got it. You want your hair and nails done? Consider it done. He’d literally buy you the world because you deserve nothing but the world .

plug.ᐟshin also bought you an ankle bracelet with his initials on it. It’s a must that you wear it at all times, especially when he’s fucking you. He loves to rub your legs then being able to feel the bracelet. It’s a symbol that you belong to him and only him

plug.ᐟshin doesn’t allow you to smoke, he thinks you’re too pretty for that and wants you to stay his innocent pretty baby.

tags :: @shujismoke <3

Hi, can I ask you 21 (threesome) for kinktober with Rindou and Inui, please? 🥺

A/N: I've made an entire world to be able to put these two mfers together LMAO sorry it took so long to get out, but I'm quite happy with the result! Hope you enjoy it too!!!

Threesome x Rindou, Inui

Rindou and Seishu had been your friends for as long as you could remember. You know you met Rindou first--in elementary school, right before he and Ran started becoming trouble makers. You remember how quiet and shy he used to be in comparison to his loudmouth brother. He would always hold your hand when you were little, Ran poking fun at his little crush whenever he could. You remember having to move away in middle school, crying for days because you weren’t going to the same school as your favorite boys anymore. (Rindou would never admit to this, but he cried for days too. Ran would tell you later on.)

You remember when you met Seishu, curious about the boy with the burn on his face. He stayed away from you for months, refusing to acknowledge you. You wouldn’t push it, not really, but you would offer him parts of your snacks or your lunches. You’d find him alone sometimes, and just sit with him in silence, until his friend would snatch him away to do god knows what (you later find out his name is Kokonoi). One day he finally told you that he was in a gang, that it was dangerous for you to be around him--that you should stay away. You shrugged anyways. You knew he was in a gang. You’d known the haitani brothers, of course, you knew that life. You weren’t a part of it, but it never stopped you from being friends with them. And you told him so. His eyes widened, hearing the name Haitani--he asked if you’d seen them recently, and you nearly started to cry again like all that time ago when you first moved away. He brought you to them a few weeks later after asking for a temporary truce, and private meeting with them. 

The brothers and Inui tried to stay away from each other after that, if only to keep away from gang violence against each other.

Years and years later, you still stay in touch with the three of them, mostly Rindou and Seishu, full grown adults and out of the gang life now. You visit Seishu regularly at S.S. Motors, bringing him lunches and spending time when your schedules allow (Shinichiro regularly pokes fun at Inupi, squinting his eyes at him whenever he sees the faint blush fall on his cheeks.) Rindou calls you every day, sometimes when you’re with Inui, throwing him a grumble of a ‘hello’ , only for you to laugh and reprimand him for being so jealous (you see him later that night to make up for it.) And you continue your life this way, seeing your favorite boys day in and day out. Some of your coworkers start to feel bad for you, saying you’ll be ‘alone forever’ if you keep giving them all this attention and not trying to find love for yourself. They take you out that weekend, begging you just to let loose and have fun, even letting you pick where you want to go. You pick a club the Haitani’s own, naturally, but you don’t tell them that. 

Rindou happens to be there that night, and so does Seishu, surprisingly enough. Shinichiro wanted to bring him out along with his brothers and Draken, a ‘boys night’--to unwind and just have fun. He agreed, making respectful conversation with Rindou when he found him by the bar. Neither of them notice you’re there for a few hours. They’re not looking at the dance floor, they’re not interested. But eventually Shinichiro pulls Inupi out of the conversation with Rindou long enough to point in your direction--obviously tipsy in the way you’re stumbling, and wildly uncomfortable. A man is behind you, grinding himself into your ass and hands groping at your body--they notice you try to shove away and look at your ‘friends’ for help--they’re too far gone in drinks and conversation with other sleazy men. 

It doesn’t take long for both of them to spring into action, Rindou ripping the guy off you by his collar and Seishu pulling you into his chest. The drunkard was ready to jump at their throats, but of course security got involved before anything else could happen-it was Rindou’s club. “Hey, you okay?” Seishu spoke directly in your ear so you can hear him, and your hands grasped at his shirt, eyes wide going between him and Rindou. “Sei,” You choked out, pressing yourself deeper into him while looking at Rindou. “I wanna go home.” 

Rindou led you to his car as Seishu grabbed your things from the coworkers you came with, and promptly took his leave--a nod of acknowledgement from the rest of the guys understanding he’d be leaving with you. 

It was a short ride to your apartment complex, and you sat in the car with glassy eyes begging them both to come upstairs with you. You were nearly fully sober now, the man shaking you out of the nice buzz you had.

“You’re not usually one for going out, pretty.” Rindou commented, pet name not unnoticed by Seishu ( though he didn’t say anything about it). You sighed, shrugging. “It’s my co workers they’re--” “A couple of dicks.” Seishu mumbled under his breath, which had Rindou cackling, even you cracked a smile. “They’re not that bad. Not at work anyways...they keep saying I should go out and meet someone.” Both men scowled, looking at each other before softening and looking back at you.

“Do you want to meet someone?” Rindou questioned, though he felt he already knew the answer.

“...No. Not really. I like where I’m at. But they think I...” You paused, biting your lip looking between the men. “But they...?” Seishu’s turn to speak. Another sigh.

“They think I spend too much time with you two. That I won’t meet someone if I keep spending all my time with you guys.”

There was a pause in the air, before they cautiously approached you on the couch, sitting on either side. Rindou spoke up first. “Tell ‘em to fuck off.” He whispered, a hand cupping your knee thumb rubbing the side. “You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do, sweetheart.” Now it was Seishu speaking, and had Rindou raising his brow at his term of endearment. They both obviously were very comfortable with you, having their own sweet names for you that didn’t make you bat an eye. You giggled at their words, one hand covering Rindou’s and the other on Inui’s cheek. “I know--you’re my favorite boys, and I don’t think that’ll ever change.” You admitted with a smile, before collecting your hands back in your lap. “But..but what if I am alone forever? What man wants someone who spends all their time with other men? Even if they are her best friends...”

“You’ll never be alone, sweetheart. You have us.” Inui tried to console you, caressing your jaw--a sad smile on your lips. “I know but not like that--” 

“Yes you do, pretty girl. Don’t you know that?” You turned your attention to Rindou, staring into your soul with the way he was looking at you. You swallowed, mouth drying suddenly. “You have us like that. You always have.” Your face was growing hot, trying to wrap your head around what they were saying. You tried to brush it off as just alcohol in your system but you knew better--you knew you weren’t even inebriated anymore. Rindou starts again.

“And you got me all the way fucked up thinking about other men, baby. Barely like sharing you with Inupi.” The blonde chuckles behind you, rolling his eyes. “Feeling’s mutual, Haitani.” You heard the playful tone of the blonde behind you. They’d become closer friends than they’d like to admit, thinking their conversations would be dry since you were the only common ground. Turns out, they were wrong, banter even when you weren’t around. 

Breathing felt heavy, like the oxygen was turning into stones the second it hit your lungs. “I don’t--I don’t understand.” You stuttered out, feeling hands on you from both of the men. “Hey, relax sweetheart. It’s just us, we won’t ever hurt you-you know that.” Seishu whispered into your ear and it felt like electricity shot down your spine, and then he spoke again. “We love you, sweet girl.” You felt like crying at the admission, body on fire. You loved them too, you always have. They were your boys, no one could ever come close to them. Rindou wiped away tears you hadn’t known you were shedding, thumbing over your cheek with desire burning in his eyes, “and we want you. You want us too, baby?” 

He barely got the question out before you started to nod.

-

“Mmh, Sei, feels good.” You breathed out, running your hand through his hair below you. Inui had sat you down on his face seconds after they got you naked on your bed, running his tongue between your folds, suckling at your clit and pushing the muscle deep into your cunt. In front of you was Rindou in all his glory, cupping your face with his large hand and bringing you closer to kiss you- your first proper kiss with him. It’s better than you ever imagined it being, and you imagined it more often than you’d ever admit. He ran his tongue over your lower lip, asking for permission, which you promptly gave. Your mouth parted open, graciously accepting Rindou’s tongue and rubbed yours against his, drool pooling in the corners of your mouth. Below you Seishu pushed into you deeper, nose pushing against your nub and it had you moaning into the other’s mouth. You humped into his mouth, which made you sloppy with the kiss. Rindou parted and you gasped, eyes already hazy and fucked out. “Look at you, baby--you want us so bad hm?” He teased, and you couldn’t help but pout. “‘Course I do, you’re my boys--o-oh fuck, Seishu!” You whined, hand gripping at his roots as he licked through your folds and sucked your clit again. You looked down, heart stopping at how Inui was staring at you--like you hung the stars in the sky yourself. “Fuck,” Between the way he was making you feel and the way he looked at you, you couldn’t help but cum earlier than you thought you would. Legs twitching on him, Inui lapped up all the juices he could, slurping and moaning against your pretty pussy. You pushed off him when it became too much, trying to catch your breath, of course they wouldn’t let you. Rindou kissed at your throat, whispering against you: “Suck my dick, pretty girl.”

Your head was guided down, swallowing hard when you finally had a good look at Rindou. He was big, and honestly it made you nervous to take him in your mouth. The brother pet at your head, pinching your jaw and tilting your head up to him again. “S’okay baby, just the tip...I’ll fit.” You salivated at how good he looked above you, and you were determined to take most of him in your mouth. Pretty lips wrapped around his length, suckling at his head and kissing around the tip, then dragging your tongue down to his balls and back up. “Fuuck, just like that baby, get it nice and wet.” He cooed, pressing his hand on the back of your head as you slowly took him down your throat. He would have felt embarrassed of the moan he let if it weren’t for the fact that it was you sucking him off. Rindou has wanted you on his cock for years, and this night was just a dream come true. Your hand wrapped around the base of his dick, pumping the rest that wouldn’t fit in your mouth. You were absolutely messy--spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth and slowly dripping down your chin, while his cock was a wet mess with how you slobbered on him. You looked up at him through your lashes, tears in the corners of your eyes. Your skin felt hot, letting go of all inhibitions as you sucked your best friend’s cock. Rindou tilted his head back, but not enough to get you out of his line of sight. He’d be damned if he broke eye contact with you, looking up at him so prettily. This view would burn into his mind, and he prays it’s all he sees when he closes his eyes from here on out. 

You’d nearly forgotten about the blonde, before you felt his girthy tip prodding at your hole. You let out a whiny squeal against Rindou, pushing your ass back onto Seishu as he lined himself up. His hand gripped at your hip so hard you were sure you’d bruise. “So impatient,” He mumbled to himself, watching his cock get swallowed up by your tight heat. Your eyes rolled back, stilling your ministrations for a moment while you tried to catch your bearings. Rindou was big, but so was Seishu, his cock stretching you out more than you’ve ever felt with any other man you’d been with. Rindou took over for you, grabbing the sides of your face and fucking into your mouth--with as much care as he could, trying not to go too hard. It was difficult to control himself when you gurgled and moaned around his cock like that, eyes nearly going cross eyed with ecstasy coursing through your nerves. You bounced back and forth on both cocks, Rindou using the momentum to fuck deeper into your mouth. “Breathe, baby, fuck--taking my cock so well, you look so fucking good.” Rindou praised, seeing you take him more into your throat. It was hard to listen to his advice, when Seishu was fucking you so good behind. His hand came down hard on your ass and squeezed, both hands now gripping your cheeks and spreading your ass so he can see how your pussy lips wrapped around his length. “Pussy’s so good, sweetheart, fuck, fuck, fuck, so tight.” You clenched at his words, moaning so much around Rindou he pulled you off his cock before he could cum, “wanna hear how loud you’re getting pretty.” He kissed your jugular as you cried for them, babbling about how good Inupi was making you feel, how big and deep he was--gripping onto Rindou’s biceps in hopes for some sanity. As Rindou kissed you, Seishu leaned forward himself to leave open mouth kisses on your shoulders. “Love you, sweet girl, love you so much.” 

You felt your tears falling freely again, sniffling and whining around his cock. “Love you, Sei! Love you, love you, aah fuck! Love you!” Rindou’s hand crept down your body and his fingers found that beautiful bundle of nerves and rubbed as he kept kissing around your neck and face. You screamed, cumming for the second time tonight harder than before. Your vision went black for a moment, body shaking and leaning into Rindou for stability. Seishu stilled, spilling deep in your sloppy cunt. You felt so warm, feeling his sticky cum shooting into your deepest parts. He’d cum so much you felt cum spilling out from the corners of your pussy even as he had you plugged up. Slowly he pulled out, seeing his cum ooze from your hole, making even his softening cock jump. Much like Rindou, Seishu had already dreamt about making love to you--he’d never imagined it would be like this, but fuck he couldn’t complain when you let him fuck you raw and cum inside you with no complaints, much less scream that you loved him. You were so tired, but you couldn’t stop until Rindou got off--you’d never leave him like that. So with sluggish arms you pushed him down against the headboard and climbed on top of him, trembling legs and all. “Take your time baby, it’s okay.” He whispered to you, gripping at your waist as you slowly pushed yourself down on his cock. You gasped, the feeling of him filling you up was almost too much. He leaned forward and nuzzled into your neck, panting against your skin. “God your pussy’s so fucking tight, you’re driving me crazy baby--fuck, I love you.” You let Rindou pound into you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and gripping his hair, moaning. “So good Rinnie, so good--I love you Rin, love you so much.” You bounced on his lap, feeling him bully his dick deeper into your abused hole. Your moans got louder, pressing your tits against his chest, begging to be closer to him. You pussy twitched around his length, Seishu’s cum covering both of your thighs and making an absolute mess--sticky webbing connecting the both of you. Frankly Rindou couldn’t give less of a fuck, your cunt was everything he’d ever hoped for. He angled himself to fuck right into the gummy part of your walls that had you creaming around him with tears in running down your face. “There we go, baby--you got one more for me yeah?” His jaw was clenched, barely getting the words out as he tried his hardest to push back his own release just to see you cum again. “Come on baby, give it to me, fucking give it to me.” Fingers rubbed and pinched your clit again, and you felt the weight of your orgasm crashing into you like a truck. You mindlessly babbled and cried against him, body shaking and twitching as you felt him continue to pound into you bordering overstimulation until he spilled himself into your cunt. 

The smell of sex was heavy in the air, only pants heard. “Love you both so much.” You sniffled, hiding your embarrassment in Rindou’s shoulder. He laid you down, Seishu ready with a wet rag to clean you up the moment Rindou let you go. “Love you, pretty girl.” Rindou said proudly, as Seishu gently whispered ‘I love you’ into your ear with a kiss, wiping you down. They’d get you comfortable, dressed in fresh clothes to sleep in--the squeeze in your bed was tight for the two bulky men, but they’d rather die than let you go. 

You don’t think you’d ever look at another man again. 

I know this is supposed to be a serious bit but Kakucho in the sunrise actually looked so pretty

Baby Mikey ♡

Tokyo Revengers : Tenjiku-hen E5

𝑻𝒐𝒌𝒚𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝒄'𝒔

Warning : you read it pretty well. NSFW. Which means minors do not INTERRACT.

Ft : Rindou, inupi

𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙪 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙞 :

Perfect boyfriend, right ?

You'll never run out of playlists to listen to with Rindou as boyfriend.

Cold ? He's got about ten hoodies that he likes seeing on you, hanging lose on your thighs, would spray them of his own fragrance after washing them just to know you have his perfume on you wherever you are.

I'm getting at the main point which is...

The jealousy of this man is vice.

As you know, Rindou is a man of few words. Your boyfriend would never tell you straight forward that he is jealous, or have a healthy, honest conversation with you.

He would rather...

Why did he introduced you to Haruchiyo at first ? He should have known that guy would always go out of his ways to make him mad. Just like he was doing now, brushing his lips every now and then against your cheeks as he tells you jokes that Rindou thinks really do not deserve such overdone laughs from you.

The uncomfortable feeling makes his chest tingle, yet Rindou would rather die than admit it to you. But don't you think he would forget, this guy is like a ticking clock, registering every little thing you do for the right time.

In the mean time, you would never get to see Haruchiyo again. Nor any other Tenjiku member.

Rindou really thinks he loves you. Though he still holds that grudge, he can't help but driving you home from school every evening, can't help but think about you randomly during the day, or at night when he's fucking that fist on a pretty nude from you.

But he's registering, and he secretly hoped you would not make any other "mistake", but you do.

You were having so much fun tonight, and if Rindou was anyone else, he would have felt guilty.

But he is Rindou fucking Haitani, and he warned you. These days, Tokyo, at night was not one of the safest places, Kanto Manji was having some troubles with an opponent gang. Would you have been any other girl he dated, he wouldn't have cared. But again, you're so more than that.

He thinks you're so pretty, so eyecatchy. As always, your eyes are the shiniest, and when you spot him from the other end of the club, making his way toward where you're dancing with your friends, they widen the slightest.

He is not the type to embarrass you in front of your friends or anything, believe me.

Close your eyes, imagine this.

The crowd, the dancing bodies, and everything disappears as soon as his lips brush against your cheeks. His blonde locks tickle your neck, and his hands too gently lays on the small of your back. Rindou's fragrance invades your nostrils as much as his deep voice does with your ear.

-" have it your way, love. 'm just gonna sit here and wait for ya. Just be sure you're ready for whatever I got for you. "

Then, just as if it was a dream, his touch flies away, as much as his perfume which lingered a little longer behind him, reminding you just how fucked up you are.

From the other end of the club, your boyfriend looks... Devilishly handsome, first buttons of his white shirt are undone, hair slightly messy, you could almost see his bloodshot eyes from afar watching every move you make. At some point, you're pretty sure you've seen those pretty lips smirk.

This is where I'm getting at, my next main point.

The most important thing I could say as a nsfw fact about Rindou, is his relentless dominance.

He is, the perfect boyfriend from outside. The most protective, caring lover you could ever dream of.

Perfect boyfriend, has his hands around your neck, his tie wrapped tightly around your wrists, that purple gaze usually soft for you looks like it could kill you right now.

-" I'm sorry- Rin', move please, I'm so... So, so fucking sorry, just move " moving your core to chase some friction doesn't even work, he's hell bent on making you cockwarm him all the night, watching you slightly struggling to breath with his hand on your throat.

Usually, he is a man of few words mainly because he is a good listener, especially when you are talking. But tonight, he doesn't even care to hear a word you're saying. He dives deep in the feeling of your pussy wrapped up around him, an expressionless face while he presses kisses on every damn inch of your face and neck.

You both know that these kiss also aren't meant for reassuring, just because he can't seem to get enough of you.

The cold metal of his rings tightens slightly around your throat, having your eyes widening, a groan leaves his mouth so much your doe eyes make his cock throb.

-" Love the way you're taking me. Got me goddamn obsessed. "

Just because you're his own little addiction, just because your walls clench tighter around him at his words, he rolls his hips the slightest bit, making your eyes roll back in your head.

-" You look just as good as a Haitani's wife, laying all pretty under daddy, hugging my dick like my lil pillow princess ".

Because that is what he had wanted to make you, and no matter how independent you are, there is no other way being around Rindou. He lived to mold you into his perfect girl, no way of taking the lead, a simple sharp glance from him makes your heart drop.

Best Tenjiku boyfriend, they say. Yes, he is. So caring, always so much...

And the smirks, small laughs from that pretty face seeing the pain mixing with pleasure on your face are the proof. The perfect, most sadistic boyfriend. Giving a sharp, rough thrust inside you so suddenly that it had you crying his name, balls rubbing against your abused clit.

-" cry all you want " he crooked an eyebrow. "Your screams only got me wanna ruin this pussy. Ain't it the best way to make sure my baby's gonna behave ?"

-" Hm ? Say, love ?"

-" What a man gotta do to protect his best fucking girl, nah ?"

𝑰𝒏𝒖𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒖 :

What a sweet guy, he is sugar coated, honey dripping.

You two could have met after a kinda hard time of your life, you were lacking a lot of trust in people in general and particularly in men.

But Seishu was so soft with you, so careful and fair-play that you ended up trusting him with your life, going around everywhere calling him your...

Your best friend.

Maybe he hadn't been perfectly fair-play into that last one... But he swears he had wanted to be your best friend, at a time.

It was just about how your hands moved around your face as you talked with excitement, about your teeth flashing and eyes sparkling with every smile you reserved only for him. It was about your scent lingering in his t-shirts after hours of hugging him from behind on night rides on his bike, the scent he never truly wanted to wash.

And soon, he started noticing his eagerness to have his hands lingering on you ( what was honestly foreign for Seishu), began feeling the need to find hidden meanings in the books you recommended him, and being even more protective toward you than usual.

Now Seishu would never disrespect you, or your will. If you wanted him as a best friend, then he would take what you had to give him. He would rather suffer that way than lose you at all, believe me, for someone who experienced loneliness, he would rather not go through your absence.

And so it goes, the play starts, he puts the mask, some make up on the ugly unwanted feelings, carries your shopping bags for you, helps you chose your outfit of the day, listen to all your stories about you how much of a loser your ex was, and kisses your cheek goodbye right before turning his back, dropping the mask, and untying his lacerated heart.

But deep inside, Seishu Inui is not as sugar coated as you think he is. Seishu Inui wished he was as innocent, honest with you as you thought he was, but he was not, and the first time you discovered it was...

-" You're my best friend, Sei. It's pouring outside, no need to argue, no bike. you're staying the night. "

It's too late now, you fell asleep, and he should've known, not even a king size bed could've prevented this from happening.

Your ( his) shirt was riding your hips, the covers sliding lower, the cold weather pushed you closer to his heat radiating body. A sigh escaped your lips, just as a beat escaped from his heart as you trapped his leg between your thighs, unconsciously laying your head on his arm.

Picture this, Seishu's blonde hair sprayed on your pillows, his flushed face, sleepy eyes, not moving an inch, frozen.

Or maybe just an inch, just to get into a more comfortable position-

But the friction his leg brought between your thighs had you knitting your eyebrows, a small gasp leaving your lips, something to awaken few things in Seishu.

As the respectful man he is, Seishu tries pushing your thighs away, but that only adds to that friction. And now he has you in your sleep, unconsciously rubbing yourself against him, he thinks he lost it.

Your t-shirts hangs on your waist now, Seishu hates the way his abdomen contracts seeing your bare lower half. And you're wearing nothing but your cute white panties, thus making him feel every move of your clit against his thigh.

He hates himself, and you would probably hate him too, but he swore he saw your eyelashes fluttering at some time, as you desperately chased more friction, and that convinced him to bounce his thigh harder against your clothed cunt.

-" Fuck... " He swears he's gonna stop, but he freezes the moment he hears a broken whisper.

-" Sei- ?"

Your interrogating eyes feel like a stab in the chest, Seishu would bend the knee, apologize until the end of the world, but-

But it seems your little dry humping made you unleash all of the restraints, you roll on your side and find yourself on top of him, legs on each side of his waist.

Seishu's just so pretty, mouth agape, the blue of his eyes is a meer ring around those pupils dilated from pleasure, you think he's gonna push you away. But some god must have been generous enough to give him that chance, he'd be damned to let it go. His hands find your bare hips.

-" You sure 'bout this ? " He hesitantly whispers, though his dick throbs crazy in his sweatpants, he would never neglect your needs. " Just a word, pretty girl. Just a word and I'm giving you all of my fucking love. "

From now on, Seishu solely believed that good things come to those who wait for it. Since after months and months of running from the shadow of his feelings for you, now his eyes were in bliss, swallowing every inch of you sinking on every inch of his hard cock.

Now now, Inui is a gentleman, a respectful, harmless guy.

But with your walls so tightly wrapped around him, he can't help but buckle his hips harder to meet your thrusts, can't help but grab your tits, kneading the flesh in his hands until he had you crying from pleasure and pain. Yes, Seishu is such a sweet guy, he solely believes this behavior is only what months of frustration have made of him.

And his best friend, Kokonoi had already told you once, though you didn't believed it " Seishu can be blunt sometimes ". Another thing you were yet to discover.

Those pretty lips that usually talked so nicely to you, those words that comforted you through your worst times seemed to get trapped behind the pleasure ravaging his lower half, because-

-" gotta slightest idea what you do to me ?" He thrusts his hips once again, circularly, giving particular attention to your clit. " How many times your slutty little skirts made my cock hard ?"

It drives him crazy, how your eyes widen innocently at his statement, meanwhile your pussy clenches in such a sultry around him. Intoxicating. You never knew you'd like those dirty words from the softest man you've known.

-" Pretty girl got me fucking my fist nearly every night. Shit- can feel you close, you like it dontcha ? My gorgeous baby, that's everything you truly ever wanted, right ? Having me fucking obsessed ? Pushing me to my damn limits ? Uh-"

But Seishu Inui is a dirty talker, behind closed doors, Seishu Inui is a hard groper, a carelessly harsh fucker, a sweet lover. Seishu Inui is the perfect mix.

Does anyone even remember who I am ?

Yeah I'm back, I guess ?

Hi everyone 🫶 Hope y'all doing fine and all, wassup ?

shark week

synopsis: you forget about your upcoming period and you had no choice but to seek help from the school's gang leader

warnings: fluff! mikey is kinda an idiot but when is he not, he is the type of person i would scream at if im on that time of the month tbh, he asks too many questions, kinda oblivious to everything tbh

wc: 2.1k

notes: special thanks to kar and hailey for beta reading

shit. 

your eyes widened as an uncomfortable sensation leaked from your lower body. you grit your teeth in embarrassment, looking around the classroom feeling as if all eyes were on you and your shame. 

breathe. just breathe. you try to compose your breaths, cringing slightly as another uncomfortable sensation trickles down your private area. 

fuck. this was just the worst. 

with a shaky hand, you called upon the attention of the teacher who was teaching god knows what– math? history? you weren’t even sure at this point. 

“may i be excused?” the teacher gives you an unimpressed look before he rolls his eyes and gives an affirmation, going back to the topic at hand. 

you silently thanked the designers of your uniform for making the skirt a dark color as you briskly walked towards the bathroom and hurried into a stall. 

fucking hell. your worst nightmare came true. 

you were on your period, and you didn’t have a pad. 

the toilet paper on the side of the stall was empty on all stalls. it felt like the gods were punishing you for something that you weren’t even aware of. 

you looked at your watch. five more minutes until break time. then, you can maybe ask a girl from your class for a pad. 

five more minutes.

just five more minutes…

where the fuck are they?!

ten minutes passed and no one seemed to find the urge to use the comfort room. you swore you heard the bell ring around five minutes ago, but the hallway where the comfort room was is still quiet. too quiet.  

where the hell are the people?! you sighed. not knowing what to do. 

“ne, ne, ken-chin. we should get dorayaki after school!” you hear a voice chirp up and you immediately poke your head out the door, only realizing after that it was a male’s voice and you’d rather die than accept help from a man. 

you froze once you realized that the voice belonged to sano manjiro and you were now eye to eye with him as he stopped in front of the restroom door and tilted his head to the side in confusion. you wanted to ask what was wrong with him but you looked like a deer in headlights and he’s probably the one asking you that instead. 

“eh?” mikey asked in confusion, you slammed the door in front of him and planted your back against it, as if shielding yourself from him. you silently counted for a few seconds, counting until a hundred before you opened the door once more, hoping to not see the delinquent.

“what’s wrong with you.” you yelped, once you peaked your head out and saw that sano manjiro was still outside, but his right hand man was nowhere in sight.

“nothing.” you answered, still holding the door for dear life, not wanting to entertain the delinquent further. 

“it’s not nothing if you’re being weird in the comfort room.” a gasp escapes the blonde, a mischievous look overtook his features. you didn’t like where this was going.

“you need to shit, don’t you?” “what the fuck?!” you couldn’t help but say out loud, the laugh that escaped the gang leader’s lips.

“it’s fine (n/n)-chin, everyone needs to take a shit, i even took one before going to school.” you winced at the literal filth that came out of his mouth

“i don’t need to do that, sano-kun.” you say in a loud whisper, then sighed internally, there was only 10 minutes left for break time and sano manjiro was probably your last saving grace. 

“can you… call for a girl to come here?” mikey blinked his big black eyes in confusion at the sudden change in tone. “eh? why?” 

“just please.” you say in a quiet voice, wanting to get the situation over with. mikey looked at you with a concerned expression, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips were formed into a pout as he tried to decipher what was wrong with you before he gasped once more, his eyes lit up and a smile replaced the pout. 

“you need that don’t you?” that? your face portrayed a look of confusion and mikey reached into his pocket, searching for whatever that is. 

“my sister always needs this for some reason, and—” he pushes a safety pin on your hand “here!” you looked at the safety pin then back at mikey who looked back at you with a grin on his face. 

“what am i supposed to do with this?” you asked, looking back at the shining metal cautiously. 

“it’s to fix your skirt, right?” “what?” “your skirt is probably too loose, right? that’s why you’re so panicked?” 

“huh?” “am i wrong?” 

“yes!” “then what’s your problem?”

“it’s uh…just… please get a girl, i need help from a girl.” 

“eh? aren’t you being a little too sexis–” you couldn’t help but let out a whimper as a cramp made its appearance. “are you okay?” mikey cut himself off, asking worriedly. 

“just get a girl, please!” you yell, having enough of the exchange

“uh, on it! i’ll be right back in two minutes!” then he was off. he ran to the other side of the hallway, stopping by the corner just to give you a cheeky wave. you rolled your eyes but trusted his words. 

true enough, after two minutes you hear two pairs of footsteps get louder as they approach the door. 

you expected to hear the boisterous sound of mikey’s voice but was pleasantly surprised once you heard a soft knock on the door. 

“may i come in?” her voice was soft, gentle, and maybe even comforting. you let her in and you can see her short stature enter the restroom. 

“mikey said you were having –air quote– weird girl problems” you rolled your eyes for the nth time. 

“yeah uh… i forgot to bring a pad…” you mutter and emma nods understandingly before she pulls out her sanitary kit. 

“take whatever you need, my name is emma by the way!” you nodded and rummaged through her kit. you pulled out what you needed and gave emma an embarrassed smile. 

"the name's (y/n)... uh, thank you so, so much." you repeat before emma just smiles and gestures you towards the stall. 

you cleaned yourself up and felt relief as you finally stopped feeling conscious.

you exited the stall and emma was standing there, washing her hands, she perked up once she saw you through the mirror. 

“are you feeling better now?” you smiled back and nodded, “yeah, thank you so much! how could i repay you?” emma giggles and waves her hand in dismissal. 

“it’s no worries. promise!” she reassures you. “ah, i have to get back to my classes, but it was really nice meeting you, (y/n).” she waves as she leaves the restroom. 

you splashed water on your face, fixing your hair before you sighed, mentally scolding yourself for being so unprepared . 

you pushed the door opened, not expecting to see the blonde delinquent waiting for you as he leaned back against the wall. 

“oh, there you are! are you okay now, (n/n)-chin?” you nod, a bit confused as to what mikey was still doing there, he pushed himself off the wall with his foot and walked over to you with a smile. 

“i’ll escort you to class.” eh? “you don’t have to.” mikey shakes his head. “i want to, uh…” mikey looks away, a blush coating his cheeks. 

“emma told me what happened, i didn’t know it was your–” he coughs in embarrassment. “...shark week.”

you stifle a laugh. shark week, really? you wanted to tease him more but stopped yourself to not further his embarrassment. 

though you couldn't understand why was he the one embarrassed. 

"it's fine, sano-kun." mikey shakes his head before he pulls you toward the hallway leading to your classroom. 

"well uh… see you around, sano-kun." you bow slightly. "thank you for helping me with this, as embarrassing as it is.” 

“don’t worry about it, (n/n)-chin, and i didn’t really do anything… whatever, it’s fine. i’ll– uh… see you around!” mikey says, not giving you a moment before he runs away, waving as he turns the corner. 

you didn’t realize that you were smiling as you watched him go.

you didn’t hear from the gang leader for a while, well— he hasn’t really showed up to school in a few weeks and you didn’t really expect him to. it has been almost a month since your encounter by the restroom and he has made no move since then. 

not that you’d expect him to but it was weird that you never saw him again since that day. 

opening up your phone, you cursed once you opened the tracker on your phone and realized that you were about to have your period, but thankfully. you were prepared this time. 

the day ends with you sighing as you pack up your things and stood up from your desk, waving your friends off before heading out the room. 

“(n/n)-chin!” you hear someone yell and his voice was very familiar, a high pitched tone but instead of it sounding annoying, you welcomed the sound as you turned around. 

“oh, sano-kun, good afternoon.” you bow your head in greeting. mikey smiles at you as he walks alongside with you. 

“how’ve you been, i haven’t seen you in a while.” you asked, mikey shakes his head. “i’ve been okay, uh…” mikey moved his arm and you can vaguely hear the rustles of the plastic bag from the convenience store that he held. 

“oh, this is uh… for you.”  mikey handed you the black plastic bag, you looked at him confusedly. 

“uh…” you tilt your head to the side in confusion. mikey coughed, a blush forming on his cheeks. “it’s uh— things for your…cough lady needs—” 

you open the bag to see a few pad and tampon brands, chocolate, candy, even a few teabags. a folded note was also found tucked into the bag but before you could get it, the bag was shut close by mikey, who wasn’t looking at you. 

“open it when you’re at home, geez.” you looked at him with a raised brow before nodding. 

“oh…kay.” you smiled softly at the blonde before thanking him once more. 

“thank you, sano-kun…” “just call me mikey.” “okay, mikey.” the aforementioned smiles before nodding. 

“mikey!” you hear a deep voice yell, the both of you turned towards the voice and you could see his right hand man –draken, walking towards the both of you.

“we have to get to the shrine, the rest of the guys are already there.” draken stops in front of the leader then looks at you before taking another look. 

“holy shit, mikey. you didn’t tell me you were with her.” draken laughs. “you didn’t tell me you were with your little girlfriend.” mikey’s face exploded with red as he sputtered out in denial. 

“draken, fuck off. you go on right ahead. i’ll follow after.” draken laughs before he nods, still laughing at his leader as he walks away. 

“what was that about?” mikey shakes his head. “nothing, you don’t need to worry about, (n/n)-chin. i have to go.” you nod, smiling at him once more. 

“thank you again for this, mikey-kun!” mikey smiles a bit at your words as he walks away, when he was about to leave the school gates, he turns back at you. 

“(n/n)-chin, don’t let anyone else see the note, okay?” you were confused but remembered about the note he stopped you from reading. 

“okay!” you yell back, mikey beamed before he walks over to his motorbike and revs it up, waving at you as he rides away. 

you head home with no other agenda, plucking out a chocolate bar from the bag. 

the paper scraped against the back of your hand and you gasp in realization that you haven’t read it yet. with that, you took the paper from the bag. you scoffed playfully once you see that the paper was slightly crumpled and had a few erasures, but the message still managed to make you smile.

‘hi (n/n)-chan! i don’t know how to tell you in person but i like you. uh i hope these make your shark week more tolerable and if you’re free… here’s my number, we should talk sometime. xxx-xxxx-xxx 

ps: i didn’t know what to get so i asked emma for help.

—mikey’

you could feel your face flush at the letter and the next thing toman knows is that their leader suddenly stopped in his tracks and took out his phone. 

the next thing draken knows is that his left arm was stung from the impact of mikey’s unexpected punch. 

“the fuck’s your problem?” draken hissed as he rubbed his now bruised arm. 

“she messaged.”

the rest of the toman meeting was spent with the captains hyping mikey up and helping him in drafting his response to your ‘hey.’

notes: toman huddled up together with mikey's phone in between because they're discussing what to reply to "hey" is such a thought.

Blame this guy named tony for this ok😭

some more: <3

I can see you + off the quidditch pitch by @agirlsguidetolove

if I cant have you baby by @earthgirl616

yule ball by @storiesfromafan

always by @suugarbabe

everything and nothing by @s1ater

all of these are also reblogged on my profile <3

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— mattheo riddle fanfic recs !!

hate to love you by @riddlemenott

brown eyes by @tvnile

mattheo's girl by @happilykrispypirate

soft glow by @ageofstarkey

unexpected by @suugarbabe

sacred space by @bettymylove

secret admirer by @cloudybarnes

this love by @wordsarelife

if i can't have you baby by @earthgirl16

lover by @dreamcubed

cat's out of the bag by @rilakeila

five times when the secret is almost out by @rilakeila

the muggle mixtape by @writersblockedx

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hello hello! i'm back with more fic reccomendations for u guys bu this time it's the one and only mattheo riddle! (i seriously have an unhealthy obbession with him) anywayss hope this helps! thx for reading! muah<33

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real

I CAN SEE YOU

pairing: mattheo x fem!slytherin!reader

word count: 2.9k

summary: quick little story about meeting mattheo and kissing in a cupboard

a/n: taylor swift and mattheo riddle? my favorite

“‘Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me  And I could see you up against the wall with me.” 

It was never your intention to be up this late in the first place. I mean, it’s only your first day back to Hogwarts and you were struck with a certain homesickness you knew only the stars would cure. Very promising. 

You had forgotten how high the stairs were up to the astronomy tower, greatly underestimating them until you struggled at the halfway mark. Luckily, you’re ambitious. Sometimes, you wish you weren’t, like now. 

At first, you had thought the smell of smoke was only your imagination, and that the familiar haze was only a hallucination, but the dark haired boy leaning cross armed on the railing certainly wasn’t. You watched as he took a drag from cigarette, throwing a bored glance at you over his shoulder. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck, repeated in your head like a prayer. Your first thought was to sprint down the stairs rather than be in the same proximity as Mattheo Riddle. The other was to stay, he had already saw you. What’s the worst that could happen? 

He could murder you. Well duh, anyone is capable of that, but he doesn’t seem to have his wand and you can feel yours uncomfortable poking you through the back pocket of your short pajama bottoms, so you should have the upper hand if he tried to. 

Or, you could just go to bed. Yeah, yeah that seems nice. So what he saw you, he could think you’re a lost first year, not that you look like one.

Taking a step backwards, the wooden floorboards beneath you release a creak, and you wince.  

Fuck. 

“Going so soon?”

Again, fuck. 

His voice startles you, deep and raspy. You watch as he takes another drag, blowing smoke from his mouth. Mattheo looks over at you from his shoulder, eye brows raised impatiently. 

“Who?” you question dumbly. “Me?” 

Mattheo huffs a laugh, still gazing at you with a bored expression. His eyes are a lite as the flames from his cigarette reflect onto him. 

“No,” he deadpans sarcastically. A beat goes by before he rolls his eyes and turns his head back to its original place, looking at the stars like you had intended to do before you got here, but it seems you were looking at him more. 

Rather than standing awkwardly at the stairs, you venture forward leaning on the railing a few feet away from him. The decreased distance makes you more tense, standing awkwardly at the railing. 

Quiet pops erupt as you roll your shoulders, urging yourself to relax and you anxiously search for the big dipper in the darkened sky. In your peripheral vision, you can see Mattheo tilt his head at you. 

“What?” he says, voice low, almost a whisper. Cigarette between his lips, he asks, “Are you scared of me?” 

You turn to him, echoing his position of one side leaning against the railing. 

No, you lie in your head. Definitely not. I’m not afraid of anything. But, most certainly, that would be a lie. 

“A little,” you decide, trying your hardest to make eye contact with him. It’s a struggle to do so, especially as a smirk graces his lips as he plucks his cigarette from his lips. He lightly tosses it onto the floor and squishes the flame under his shoe. 

“L/n, right?” he asks, keeping the conversation alive no matter how much you wish it would die. 

You nod. 

“Y/n?” Your first name surprises you. He takes a, what you assume is unconscious, step towards you, fingers dancing on the railing. 

“Yeah,” you murmur, nodding to yourself. Without a doubt you know who he is, yet you still feel the need to ask. It just seems polite. “Riddle?” 

“Mattheo,” he corrects lightly, much closer to you than he used to be. 

“Oh.” 

A beat passes between you both. As you try to avoid him and the silence, he takes the opportunity to gaze over you and your stupid little pajamas. You’re pretty, he’d give you that. 

Breaking the silence, he strolls away from you, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants as he walks toward the stairs. “I’ll see you around, L/n.” 

With your attention on him, he turns, giving you one last one-over before sighing and shaking his head whilst continuing down the stairs.  

Hearing the final creak from the last step of the stairs and the patter of his feet become distance, you almost collapse, holding yourself up with the railing. You throw your arms over the rail, and then dug your palms into your eyes. “Fuck me,” you groan, trying to convince yourself not to throw yourself off the astronomy tower. 

Now seems like the perfect time to go to bed.

Ever since that night in the astronomy tower two weeks ago, Mattheo Riddle had become unavoidable.

The boy who rarely visited class now seemed to be approaching perfect attendance. For his standards at least.

Like today, in every class you had him in, he was alert, intimidating, and unapproachable. Snarky comments left his mouth like a waterfall, and his eyes wandered to you so often you could feel the burn of his gaze before you caught him staring.

Mattheo’s glares we’re one thing you’d found yourself accustomed to, or more specifically the goosebumps that littered your body, and the fire on the back of your neck. The relief of having him sat behind you in Transfiguration rather than next you didn’t last long.

With a glance behind you, you see him in the same very position he was about five minutes ago; head in his hand, pulling on a strand of his own hair, as his eyes glance between you and whatever he had been writing or doodling on a piece of parchment. When his eyes catch yours, they become ablaze, and you’re greeted with a familiar smirk (or smile, you can’t really tell the difference).

You whip your head around quickly, flushed, and ridiculing yourself for getting caught looking at him.

The moment Professor McGonagall dismisses the class, your packing up, as quickly as possible, but apparently not quick enough.

As students in front of you rush out of class, you’re right behind them. When your past the doors, you sigh, watching students disperse around you until your not.

A hand swallowing your wrist startles you, and when you turn to the owner of it, Mattheo looks down at you, eyes like a puppy.

“You haven’t been to the Astronomy tower in a while?” he starts off, standing big in front of you with a gentle grip on your wrist.

A little dazed you say, “I didn’t know I was supposed to.”

His eyebrows twitch for a second before he smiles at you (definitely not smirking). “Of course you are,” he chuckles. “I get a little lonely.”

”Oh,” you babble, beginning to nimble on your lip. Unsure, you say, “I’ll go some time soon then.”

He hums, eyes flickering to your lips. “Good. What class do you have next.”

For a second you hesitate. “Potions.”

Mattheo hums again, tugging his Slytherin tie looser.

“I’ll walk you there,” he insists, slipping your books into his hands, placing them in one of his hands placing them against his hip.

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that—!”

“Yeah, I do.” He shrugs, “Plus, it’s on my way. I’m skipping my next class.”

How do you argue with that?

“Come on,” he urges, tilting his head at you with a handsome smile. “Maybe, I’ll convince you I’m not that scary.”

That makes you smile. You try to hide your smile by looking at the floor, but you’re blushing when you look up at him. “We’ll see.”

He was very convincing, you’d give him that. Maybe that’s why you kept your word and showed up to the Astronomy tower a fews days later, but who knows.

What you did know is that you could see him, leaning on the railing, a cigarette in his mouth, and a fresh cut on his nose.

You had heard about the fight. The fight between him and some Gryffindor’s name you can’t even remember. You heard how he won, by a long shot. Strangely enough, this didn’t scare you off like you thought it. In fact, it kinda made you want to see him more.

“You know, smokings bad for you,” you greeted, leaning beside him on the railing almost close enough for you elbows to touch.

Mattheo smiled, turning towards you. “A lot of things are.”

“Can I try?” you asked.

His eyebrows furrowed, but his smile didn’t leave his face. “Isn’t it bad for you?” he teases.

You shrugged, “I’m curious.” Mattheo hummed, taking another drag. “So can I?”

“No,” he laughed, shaking his head.

“‘No?’” you repeated. “Why not?”

“I don’t want your pretty little lungs to get hurt,” he says.

Pretty? you want to ask, but you choose to roll your eyes instead and focus on the cut on is nose. Impulsively, you reach out to touch it and feel the soft skin surrounding it. Mattheo watches you with a bizarre expression, but doesn’t say anything, even when you pull away quickly, clearing your throat and turning back to stare off the edge of the tower.

It’s quiet until Matteo softly asks, “You really want to try it?”

“Huh?”

He gestures to the cigarette in his hand.

“Oh!” you exclaim, nodding “I— yeah, sure. sure.”

Without missing a beat he says, “Come closer then.”

Hesitantly, you do as told, standing in front of the slightly older boy as he takes a drag from his cigarette. Slowly, hands comes on to your face gently cradling it, and you hope that he doesn’t hear the way you suck in a breathe. His eyes flutter as he comes closer, and so do yours. When his thumb brushes your lips, you open part your lips without a second thought. He’s so close that your noses bump. You expect him to kiss you. You kinda (definitely) want him to.

What you didn’t expect was the smoke blowing past your lips and the coughing fit that was now happening.

Next to you, Mattheo laughs, his own laughter turning into a coughing fit of his own when you turn back to him with a wild expression.

“Why’d you do that?” you exclaim, shoving his shoulder away from you to continue to clear your throat.

“What did you think I was gonna do?” he laughs, words simple although you swore he knew what you were thinking.

“Nothing.” You coughed one last time, holding your throat. “Fuck, that sucked.”

“Told you,” Mattheo hums. He steps closer, eyes trailing down your chest. “Your poor little lungs,” he tuts.

You can’t help, but giggle, opening your mouth to retort back when you hear a creak. Both you and Mattheo go silent, listening. The dark low echoes of a voice saying “where to my sweet” have your head quietly spinning to Mattheo.

“Filch,” you whisper, panic settling.

Mattheo looks calm when he nods, hand circling your wrist to carefully pull you down the stairs. At the bottom, he presses you both against the wall, him on one side beside you as he peaks past it, looking for Filch. He hisses a curse under his breath.

“What? What’s wrong?” you ask.

Mattheo uses his free hand to rake through his hair. “You’re gonna have to trust me on this one, alright?” he says. “You trust me?”

“Yeah,” you nod, rapidly, licking your lips. “Yeah, I trust you.”

“Okay. Run!” he shouts, tugging your wrist and pulling you with him as he runs down the hall. You’re quick to catch up with him, hand shifting into his as you dash away from shouts from Filch behind you. When you and Mattheo turn the corridor corner, you quickly pressed to the wall.

“What?” you ask, looking into Mattheo’s dark eyes before you see his hand reach for something. A door knob.

“Go,” he says, pushing you toward the door. You can hear Filch’s shouts getting closer. “Come on, Sweetheart,” Mattheo whispers, looking down at you. You ignore the blush rising on your cheeks. He smirks at the sight of it. “Let me take the fall.”

With a nudge, he’s pushing you into the broom closet, ready to close it. Filch’s shouts are right around the corner. “I’ll see you around?” he asks, smile wide.

“You can see me now,” you say, grabbing his hand, tugging him in with you.

You slam the door shut, the ricochet causing a pot to shatter at your feet, but that can’t seem to grasp your attention, not when you and Mattheo are pressed chest to chest, him towering over you, and his arms trapping you against a shelf in the very, very tight space you’ve trapped yourself in.

It’s silent except for your heavy breaths as you two listen to Filch’s murmurs and curses as he walks past your spot, heading further down the corridor in search for the two of you.

“Sorry,” you murmur, trying your hardest to avoid eye contact when that’s all he wanted in the moment, among other things.

Mattheo chuckles, adjusting his stance in an effort to get more comfortable, only getting more closer to you. Same thing, i guess. “Don’t worry about it, but if you wanted me that bad you could’ve just asked.” He shrugs.

“Woah,” you babble. “I didn’t— I don’t, I just didn’t want either of us to get into an trouble.”

Mattheo nods along with what your saying tauntingly, eyes not leaving yours for a second as you ramble. “Oh, yeah. Totally. No other reason to pull me along into this small broom closet with you.”

“Yeah,” you lie. “No other reason.”

“Hmm.” Mattheo dips his head, nose so close to yours that they could bump. “So you don’t want me to kiss you right now,” he asks mockingly.

Instead of answering his question with words, you push yourself on your tippy toes, pushing your lips together. Mattheo responds immediately, one hand flying to the back of your neck and the other to your tightly grip your waist.

“Fuck,” he pants, forehead resting on yours. “Been wanting to do that since your pretty ass came up to the astronomy tower.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he states. “And I think I might do that more often, yeah?”

Nodding, Mattheo smiles at you before creating distance between you both and opening the closet door. He peeks out, checking for filch before nodding his head, gesturing for you to follow him. The two of you make your way out of the broom closet, his arm over your shoulder as he walks you both back to the Slytherin common room.

and done ✔️ love my bae mattheo so here you go

OFF THE QUIDDITCH PITCH

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!slytherin!reader

word count: 0.3k

summary: short mattheo fluff because you have a date when he’s supposed to have practice

“Really, Matty?” you ask, disappointment as clear as the hickey forming below your ear. “You’re missing our date for quidditch? Again?”

Rescheduling dates sucks, especially having to schedule them around Mattheo’s bipolar practice schedule. Malfoy just couldn’t pick a date and time without having to contradict himself, and it was starting to really get on your nerves.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry,” Mattheo mutters, lips lightly pressing into yours as he tries to distract you with kisses. “S’all Malfoy’s fault not mine.”

You hum annoyedly, pushing the boy who was shamelessly cuddling you off of you and rolling onto your side. Mattheo lands with a humph! and he’s quick to give your back a look of disbelief.

“Baby,” he whines. “Come back.” His hands snake around your waist tugging you into him so he was spooning you.

You rolled your eyes, biting you lip to contain a smile when he started pressing kisses against your neck. “Mattheo, stop.”

“No,” he argued, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “Not until you’re not mad at me.”

Sighing frustratedly, you push his head out of your neck turn to look at him. “I’m not at mad you.”

Mattheo gives you a look as to say ‘be fr’.

You giggle. “I’m not, I swear. I just think you’re better off the quidditch pitch.”

Mattheo eyebrows shoot up as he gives you a look of mocking disbelief. “Come on, babe, you’re telling me you don’t think I’m sexy after a match? Don’t lie.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not answering your stupid question.”

Mattheo smiles at you, just staring at your face for a second before leaning in and placing a sweet kiss in your lips.

“I’ll have Malfoy reschedule.”

You smile. “I love you.”

Mattheo kisses you again.

— IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU BABY

pairing: mattheo riddle x nott!reader

summary: you weren't quite used to the attention of other boys, and it seems your brother's best friend isn't too fond of it either

warnings: brother's best friend trope!! swearing, kissing, not much else, very much unedited

author’s note: i don't tend to stray outside of the marauders era characters buuuut i've been a bit obsessed with mattheo and theo recently so this was for my own selfish needs lol as always let me know what you think!!

He had barely looked away from you all evening.

You knew the only reason Mattheo’s eyes had been fixed on you for the entirety of dinner was because of a certain type of attention you had unconsciously garnered on your first day back at school. Particularly male attention. It wasn’t any less disconcerting, however, knowing that your brother’s best friend was prepared to fist fight any potential romantic advances towards you because he was just as protective as your actual older sibling.

Your brother Theodore is no better, a displeased frown appearing every five minutes when he looks over to where you sit at the Gryffindor table.

“Merlin, boys are pathetic,” Ginny mutters, spearing a potato with her fork. “You go away for one summer and come back slightly prettier and they flock to you like bees to honey!” You’re about to weakly protest that she’s exaggerating, but at that exact moment you’re interrupted by a tap on your shoulder.

You slowly turn on the bench, reluctantly lowering your goblet of pumpkin juice to face Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw boy who you’d only ever spoken to when he was going out with Ginny.

“Hi, Michael,” you sigh, offering him a bland smile.

“Hello, Nott,” Michael replies, with what he probably thinks is a winning smile. “Had a good summer? I was just going to ask if you wanted to go on the first Hogsmeade visit of the term with me.”

You stare at him, unblinking. “Er- well, as… nice as that sounds,” you say slowly, not meaning a word. You glance at Ginny as pointedly as you can manage and raise an eyebrow. “I don’t quite relish the idea of going out with my best friend’s ex.”

“Oh! I, erm, I didn’t actually see you there, Ginny,” he stammers, laughing sheepishly. “My mistake.”

“Quite,” Ginny says drily, turning back to her plate of food.

“Well, er, see you later then,” Michael mumbles, nearly tripping over himself as he rushes back to the Ravenclaw table.

You bite your lip to stifle your giggles but it’s not long before you catch Ginny’s eye and the both of you erupt into fits of laughter.

“I can’t believe I ever went out with him,” Ginny groans, wiping her eyes.

“Was he always such a tosser or is that new?” you ask, snorting at the way Ginny scrunches up her face in embarrassment.

You’re still laughing when your eyes happen to pass over the Slytherin table just to focus on Mattheo.

You notice with a jolt that he’s looking at you again. This time, his eyes flick over to the Ravenclaw table for a second where Michael has settled back onto, then back to you and he quirks a brow quizzically.

Frowning, you mouth at him to stop in hopes that he ceases his scrutiny, just for him to roll his eyes and return to whatever one-sided conversation Blaise Zabini was attempting to engage him in. You hope you don’t look as flustered as you feel after realising Mattheo has just witnessed such an embarrassing encounter, but you’ve found over the years that you’re not the best at hiding the effects he has on you. Theo has never mentioned it in front of Mattheo as far as you’re aware, but he definitely hasn’t shied away from teasing you about the childhood crush you have on your brother’s closest friend. Not that you’ve ever admitted it to him anyway, and you’ve gotten a lot better at hiding it since nothing could ever come of it.

“Your brother and Riddle have been looking like they’re ready to halve the male population of Hogwarts since we got on the bloody train,” Ginny says, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Tell me about it,” you sigh, cutting into your carrot a little more viciously than needed. “They keep looking over at our table. I feel like I’m on one of those Muggle reality television programmes Hermione was telling your dad about the other week.”

Arthur Weasley was absolutely transfixed when he was learning about reality television from Hermione during breakfast the week you both stayed at The Burrow, and although you zoned out after his sixteenth question about a singular programme, you feel as though you caught the gist of it.

“Hm,” Ginny agrees, grimacing at the memory. She had nodded off at the table during that conversation and fallen asleep on her slice of toast. “In fairness, that’s not really a new thing.”

“What, being watched by my two guard dogs?” you ask in a mock-serious voice.

“Yeah, but…” Ginny chews thoughtfully for a second before answering. “I’m not just talking about today, or even recently. Your brother mostly minds his own business. I’m talking about Riddle. He’s always looking at you, I noticed it last year. Wherever we are, kind of like he’s checking up on you,” she says like it’s common knowledge, shrugging. “It’s sweet, I guess.”

You blink at her, a little speechless.

“What?” Ginny frowns after a few seconds of your silence. You look at her with raised eyebrows, not really taking her seriously. In your first few years at Hogwarts, you had confided in Ginny regarding your silly, little girl feelings for Mattheo and she would read into every action he took towards you in an attempt to prove he liked you too. Obviously, he saw you as nothing but a younger sister figure and once you grew up a bit, Ginny had let it go too.

Ginny reads your dubious expression now and sets down her knife and fork to cross her arms. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. I’m serious! I’m not just saying it because you were helplessly in love with him until you were, like, fourteen.”

“Shush!” you hiss, thwacking her arm. “Why don’t you just get up on stage with Dumbledore and ask him to include that titbit of information for the entire school to hear in his speech!”

“Good idea,” she says, nodding seriously and starting to get up. You know she’s just teasing, but you start spluttering and frantically grab at her sleeve to sit her back down, causing her to topple onto you slightly. This sets you both off laughing again and you find it hard to stop for the rest of dinner and desert, thankfully staying far away from the topic of Mattheo. You also pointedly avoid looking at him again.

Once dinner is over, you head to the Gryffindor common room with the rest of your house and catch up with everyone for a while. After a couple hours of socialising and fifteen minutes of helping Neville Longbottom search for his pet toad, you head up to your dorm with Ginny and Lena, one of your other dormmates, to unpack.

As soon as you open your luggage, you search for your pyjamas and immediately change out of your robes and into a t-shirt and baggy shorts for comfort. You’re in the middle of unpacking some textbooks when you hear Lena whistle from behind you.

“I do not remember those pyjamas looking like that,” Lena comments, grinning at you. Rolling your eyes, you comply with her request to do a little spin and you can’t help feeling pleased when Lena and Ginny start whooping and hollering. “You’ve always been gorgeous, but you really grew up this summer, huh? Look at those legs!”

“Tell me about it,” Ginny pipes in, flopping down on her bed and abandoning her unpacked suitcase. “She came to stay for a week and Mum looked like she was going to cry every time she saw us. Something about ‘blossoming into young ladies’ or whatever bollocks.”

“You ‘blossomed’ last year,” you point out, and Lena hums in agreement. “I haven’t forgotten how Zacharias Smith fell off his broom trying to wave at you during Quidditch practice.”

Ginny groans and starts ranting about teenage boys again. Lena joins in and starts teasing her about how Harry Potter is the only boy she hasn’t complained about and you’re about to set down your belongings to help Lena dodge the pillows Ginny is throwing at her when a flash of green and silver in your suitcase catches your eye.

“Shite, I have Theo’s uniform,” you huff, grabbing the clothes out of your suitcase and sliding your slippers on. “That means he has mine and I am not dealing with this at seven in the morning. I’m gonna go drop this off, be back in a minute.”

Ginny says goodbye before resuming her pillow attack on Lena as you make your way out of the room and down into the common room. It’s nearly empty, with most people having gone to their rooms to pack and a quick glance at the clock tells you its past curfew. You decide to take the risk since you have a reasonable excuse, but you hope that if you do get caught, it isn’t by Filch or Snape.

By the time you’ve reached the dungeons, you thank Merlin that Theo had the sense to tell you the password for the Slytherin common room before dinner in case of emergency.

“Pureblood,” you mutter, fighting the urge to scoff when the door swings open. You enter the common room and brighten up when you see that the only students still hanging around are Theo and his friends. Your brother seems to have already started unpacking since he’s standing and holding your uniform, presumably about to come and find you. His friends all mumble polite ‘hello’s and he walks up to you with a smile.

“Oh, hey, I was just-” Theo cuts himself off when he properly looks at you and frowns. “Wha- Why are you wearing pyjamas out and about?”

“You’re wearing pyjamas too!” you exclaim, slightly embarrassed that your brother is doing this in front of your friends. They all turn to look at you again, hearing the indignation in Theo’s voice and you notice Mattheo suddenly sits up straighter. Suddenly aware of your bare legs, you tug down the material of your shorts, despite the fact they aren’t even very short to begin with.

“Oi. Stop looking at my sister!”” Theo snaps, glaring at Blaise, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle. You know the only reason they glanced at you in the first place is out of curiosity regarding Theo’s question, but Theo and Mattheo scowl at them all the same and they all start sputtering, Draco in particular when Pansy narrows her eyes at him. Theo sighs at you, quickly exchanging your uniforms. “Just- at least take something to cover up back to your room.”

“I’ll walk her back,” Mattheo says, out of nowhere. He stands up and makes his way over to you, face carefully blank. Theo nods, agreeing quickly before he ruffles your hair goodbye to go and finish packing. You’re too surprised by Mattheo’s offer to protest until you’re already out of the Slytherin common room.

“I don’t need someone to walk me back, you know,” you mumble after a minute of charged silence.

“It was either me or Theo,” he shrugs, completely unapologetic when his mouth quirks up in a smug smile. “And I know you prefer me.”

“You’re both equally annoying,” you say, rolling your eyes, happy that he’s talking to you like normal again. You hated it whenever Mattheo was serious – it was rarely ever towards you and you much preferred when his whole face lit up with a smile. He begins to tease you about your bunny rabbit slippers and you’re in the middle of pretending to be irked when you both run into Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff prefect doing patrol duties.

“Hey,” Ernie offers you a friendly smile and gives Mattheo a brief, slightly nervous glance. While you prefer not to get into trouble for breaking curfew, Mattheo clearly couldn’t care less and his relaxed, yet intimidating stance must be off-putting to Ernie. Thankfully, you’re on friendly terms with the Hufflepuff and you give him an even brighter smile to make up for it, to which he beams at. “How was your summer?”

“Good, yeah! Erm, listen Ernie. We didn’t mean to be out at this time, it’s just that I accidentally had my brother’s uniform and needed to-”

“Oh, forget it. Don’t worry, I won’t dock you any points,” Ernie reassures you, waving off your excuses and you instantly relax. Ernie gives Mattheo another unsure glance before leaning in the tiniest bit closer to you. You try not to pay attention to how Ernie has been glancing at your legs and how Mattheo tenses up when Ernie starts speaking again. “I was actually wondering if you were available next weekend…?”

Ernie trails off when you don’t show any indication of replying straight away and you snap out of your surprise to say something, but Mattheo beats you to it.

“She’s busy then,” he says coldly, working his jaw. “Now, if you don’t mind, it’s late. Kindly get lost.”

“Wha- Matt!” you hiss, smacking his chest to which he barely flinches, nor does he look at all apologetic. “Ernie, I-”

“Never mind,” he says quickly, seemingly eager to just leave. “I’ll, er, see you later.”

You stand frozen in shock while Ernie rushes down the corridor and turns the corner, leaving you and Mattheo alone. Turning slowly, you look at him with barely contained anger.

“Why the hell did you do that?” you demand, voice sharp as nails. If it weren’t past curfew and you weren’t in the middle of a school corridor, you would most definitely be yelling. Mattheo stands with his hands in his pockets, clenching his jaw and his silence makes you even angrier. You accepted long ago that you’d never have a chance with him, but now he was getting in the way of you having a chance with anyone. It was completely unfair. “What if I actually wanted to go out with him?!”

Mattheo scowls at this, but his impossibly dark brown eyes flash with a hint of uncertainty. “Did you?”

“What?” you ask, impatient.

“Did you want to go out with him?” he says, voice low and dangerous. He walks forward, towering over you and you refuse to be intimidated so you start walking backward until your back is against the wall. Despite having cornered you, he maintains a fair amount of distance between you, leaving plenty of space if you want to move away. You don’t.

“That’s none of your business,” you say stubbornly, raising your chin and trying your best to keep your voice steady. Mattheo narrows his eyes and reduces the distance between you ever so slightly with another small step. You nervously keep talking. “I can go out with whoever I want.” Another step. “And you can’t just-” One more step. “Matt.” His shoes are flush with your slippers.

“What?” he whispers, tilting his head and looking at you calmly, while you feeling anything but calm. “I can’t just… what?”

The previously respectable distance has gone out the window and instead you barely have space to breathe with the way Mattheo is leaning in, head dipped toward you but never touching, hands resting on the wall either side of you. He leans in, eyes dropping to your lips and your heart leaps in your chest with anticipation, but he ghosts his lips over your jaw instead and the barely-there contact has you breathing unevenly.

“You can’t…” you exhale, trying to finish your sentence with some dignity and failing miserably. “You can’t just scare people off like an overprotective older brother.”

Mattheo stills, lifting his head enough to meet your eyes, but making no move to distance himself any further. He scoffs quietly. “Brother,” he says the word with a mildly disgusted scowl. “Is that what you think I want to be?”

“I- I don’t…”

“You don’t know,” Mattheo finishes for you, the corners of his mouth turning up, yet his expression is devoid of humour. “No, you don’t know how badly I wanted to hex Macmillan just now. How badly I wanted to try out some new, experimental spells on that fucking Ravenclaw earlier. But none of that had anything to do with brotherly feelings.”

“They were just being nice,” you say stupidly, with not a clue in the world as to why you’re defending them right now. If anything, you’re just confused.

Mattheo quirks a brow, tongue pressing against his cheek as he considers your words. “That Ravenclaw from earlier was talking about you on the train. He said he was going to ask you out at dinner because you’d ‘gotten hot’ over summer,” Mattheo sneers, like he’s suddenly regretting not hexing Michael Corner in the Great Hall. “They weren’t being nice.”

All of a sudden, you feel irritated because you have no idea why Mattheo is telling you any of this. “What’s wrong with a boy finding me attractive? Is that such a crazy idea?” you demand, part of you not wanting him to answer.

“Merlin, do I seriously have to say it?” he groans, sighing when you glare at him. Mattheo takes a breath, meeting your eyes and you marvel at the sincerity you see when he speaks. “You didn’t ‘get hot’ over the summer. You’ve always been beautiful and they’re idiots for not paying attention then.”

Your breath catches in your throat, whether it’s from emotion or from the close proximity with Mattheo, you aren’t sure. “You think I’m beautiful?”

Mattheo nods, leaning back in to brush his nose against your own, his breath mingling with yours. “Always have.”

You take this as a cue to grab the collar of his shirt and pull him in and the next thing you know, his mouth is firm against yours, and his hands are finally touching you, grabbing you by the waist and sliding up your back to hold you closer. You’ve thought about kissing Mattheo before, but the thoughts feel utterly stupid compared to the real thing. Mattheo kisses you fiercely, mouth sliding hot and wet against your own making you come alive and weakening you at the same time. He nips at your bottom lip and you gasp, causing him to smile into the kiss. Your hands are sliding up his chest to snake around his neck when a thought suddenly occurs to you and you pull away abruptly.

“Oh my God, Theodore,” you hiss, covering your mouth with your hand. Mattheo furrows his brows, looking a little dazed and confused. “What are we going to tell him?”

 “He knows I’ve loved you since we were kids,” Mattheo says flippantly, waving you off and impatiently starting to lean in again, but you stop him with a hand on his chest. “What?”

“You’ve loved me since we were kids?” The words hardly register, but before you can feel any sort of elation, you mostly feel pissed off that your brother has clearly had his fun with the situation for years. “And Theo knows?”

“Yes,” Mattheo says slowly, as if he were talking to a child. He brushes the hair out of your face and his gaze turns a little uncertain when he speaks. “Er, this is hopefully the part where you say you feel the same way.”

“Well, of course I feel the same way,” you huff, still thoroughly annoyed at Theo. “He knew I was crazily in love with you too and the bastard was so irritating about it!”

You’re about three quarters of the way down a list of ways you want to get back at your brother when Mattheo gently turns your face by the chin to look at him. “As much as I’d love for you to plot against your brother right now, it’s kind of a mood killer thinking about him when I’m kissing you.”

“Sorry, sorry. Continue with the kissing.”

“How romantic,” he says drily. His smirk turns smug, however, when he processes your previous statement. “So… you were in love with me too. What was the word you used, again? Crazily? Crazily in love…”

“Don’t make me take it back, ‘cause I swear I will.”

© earthgirl616 2023.

Yule Ball

A/N: back with another story, haha. This little baby hit me hard. Also quite happy with how it turned out :)

Pairing: Mattheo x Fem!Reader

Summary: what happens when you wait to be asked by our favourite Slytherin, but he ends up taking another girl. So you go screw it, lets go stag.

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Always

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x y/n

Warnings: slow burn, fluff, smut-adjacent? I guess

Summary: You & Theo have been best friends since year 1. Mattheo has been crushing on you since around the same time; everyone things you and Theo are going to end up together but both you and Theo have others in your sights.

You had met Theo your first ever day at Hogwarts. Really you had met him on the train; you had been so nervous that you were going to miss the train you made your mum get you there extra early. You had found a compartment to yourself in the back, making tiny paper birds with notebook paper and flicking your wand up and down to make them dance. It was a simple spell, a children’s spell really that your mum had taught you. It helped calm you down.

You heard more students arriving on the train the closer it got to 9:00. You weren’t bothered that no one has joined you yet, it was almost more peaceful that way. At 8:59, your compartment door flew open and a mess of brown curls was standing with his back to you, shouting down the car pathway, “Down here, Teddy, c’mon!” The curly haired boy plopped down across from you and almost jumped out of his skin, “Merlin! Sorry, I didn’t notice you there. I’m Mattheo.” You gave a weak smile, but didn’t say anything as another boy came rushing in - more like stumbling- and sat right next to you. He had sandy brown hair and was as skinny as a bean pole. You made a mental note to watch out for his inevitable clumsy-ness in the future.

“I’m Theo, thanks for letting us sit with you. We almost missed the bloody train,” he gave you a crooked smile that reached his eyes. “Teddy and I are first years, I’m assuming you’re the same by your robes,” Mattheo spoke again, tearing open a chocolate frog and shoving half in his mouth. You nodded your head, pulling a knee to your chest. “I told you, it’s Theo now, we’re going to school, it’s Theo not Teddy.” Mattheo rolled his eyes, “Not happenin’, Mate.”

“What’s your name?” Theo turned back to you, smile plastered on his face again. “Y/n,” you spoke barely above a whisper, but Theo nodded, repeating your name to himself over and over again like he was committing it to memory. “She must like you better than me, Teddy, she didn’t speak to me at all when I first walked in,” Mattheo mumbled through mouthfuls of chocolate. The tips of Theo’s earns burned the slightest shade of pink, you found it endearing. “You’re gonna have to get used to me sometime, Princess, we’re all gonna be best friends now.” You turned back to Mattheo, confusion clearly written on your face.

He rolled his eyes again, “It’s like an unwritten rule, duh. The people you sit with on the train your first time to Hogwarts end up being your best friends for life.” You took a deep breath, “Well if I’m stuck with you guys for life, I have a few rules.” Both boys sat up a little straighter, listening intently. “You need to learn to eat with your mouth shut,” you gave your want a small flick in Mattheo’s direction, shutting his mouth immediately. Theo threw his head back in laughter, wiping his eyes, “Okay, you’re definitely going to have to teach me that one.”

“And you,” you turned to Theo, “have to let me call you Teddy.” Theo smiled widely, “If you teach me that mouth sealing spell you can call me whatever you want.” You flicked your wrist again, releasing Mattheo from the spell. He gasped for air dramatically like he had been gagged, “I don’t know when, but I’ll get you back for that one, Mouse. I don’t know when, but expect it.” You tilted your head, “Mouse?” Mattheo smiled proudly to himself, “Yeah, ‘cause when I first came in you were as quiet as a mouse.” You felt your face get hot, your stomach fluttering with butterflies.

You were the last of the three of you to get sorted. The sigh of relief you let out was massive when the sorting hat placed you in Slytherin with your new friends. Theo’s long arm was waving like crazy, beckoning you over to him and Mattheo. The next several years consisted of you three growing closer and closer. You and Mattheo would always argue back and forth. But overall you felt closest to Theo. He was like your brother. You cared for each other at parties, fell asleep on each other in the common room, wore his extra quidditch jersey to games.

People asked you both all the time why you didn’t date. So when Pansy asked you again at the beginning of sixth year you had to roll your eyes. “Me and Teddy? No way, yuck!” You gagged, “he’s like my brother. That’s incest Pans, gross. Never ever no.” She laughed at your response, but still seemed a bit nervous. You raised your eyebrows, “Wait why…do you…OH MERL-” Pansy slapped her hand over your mouth, “Shut it, y/n! Do you want to wake up the rest of the girls? Yes, okay. I’m crushing on Theo.” She covered her face with her hands, groaning and presumably hiding your cheeks that were most definitely bright red.

“Oh this is great, truly,” you smiled. “Honestly, you don’t know how happy this makes me, Pans.” The girl across from you lifted her head, “Why does this make you so happy, Y/n.” Pansy was definitely suspicious at your tone of voice and just your eagerness in general. “Because…” you grinned, “a certain gangly limbed, brown haired boy told me he had a crush on a bombshell black haired girl this summer.” Pansy sat there, blank look on her face. You groaned, “Merlin’s beard…Pansy, Teddy told me he’s had a crush on you for the last year.”

Pansy squealed with excitement but quickly covered her mouth, glancing over at the other girls in the room making sure they where still sleeping. “You know what this means, right?” She sat up on her knees, practically bouncing as she spoke to you. You nodded, in full understanding, “It means we have to make sure you look hot as shit for the welcome party tomorrow.” Pansy nodded, “We both need to look hot as shit.” “Wait why we? Who do I have to look hot for?” You questioned. Pansy tucked herself into her duvet, “That’s for me to know…and you to find out tomorrow.”

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As sixth years you were in charge of party planning. You and Pansy had designated yourselves as lead party planners making sure everything was perfect. You had gotten ready together, making sure each other looked “extra hot” as Pansy stated. You were still clueless as to who you were looking hot for, but you still went along with it. You both let the party get started before you made an entrance. As the pair of you made it across the room you found your group of boys. By the second week of your first year, the group had expanded from just you, Theo and Mattheo to include not only Pansy but also Draco, Blaise and Lorenzo.

Theo’s eyes were glued to Pansy the moment he clocked you guys across the room. You smiled, thanking Merlin that Theo would likely finally get a girlfriend and put the stupid dating rumors for you two to rest. He spoke up immediately, “You look amazing Pansy.” She blushed slightly, “Thank you, Theo. You look pretty good yourself.” The tops of Theo’s earn turned the slightest of pink as his smile grew, still crooked as always. He stood up, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor.

“You looking fucking sexy, too, Y/n-” Enzo started his sentence but was quickly cut off with a flick of Mattheo’s wand, sealing his mouth shut with the charm you had taught the young boy so many years ago causing the rest of the group to burst out laughing. “Can I, erm, talk to you, Mouse? Alone?” Mattheo stood from his seat. You crossed your arms, “Not until you release, Enzo.” He rolled his eyes, flicking his wand again. Enzo opened his jaw wide, moving it around and making chomping movements with his mouth, “You can rightfully piss off for that one.”

Mattheo just gave him the finger before grabbing your hand. You couldn’t help the way your heart raced when his skin made contact with yours. It didn’t always used to be like this. Sure, you had a slight crush when you were eleven, but he was adorable, all the girls had a crush. It had died down a little when he started hooking up with Astoria Greengrass in year three. But last year, when Mattheo started keeping to himself more, not even hooking up with random girls your crush had time to blossom again.

You did your best to keep it to yourself. You two were still close, not as close as you and Theo, but that’s only because doing things like falling asleep on Theo’s shoulder was nothing. If you were to do that on Mattheo, you’d probably fail every test the next day over analyzing every move and breath he took. Mattheo stopped walking when you two made it to the hallway leading to the boys dorms. The silencing charm cut off right before the halls, making it much quieter and easier to talk there than inside the party.

“What’s going on Mattheo, why did want need to talk out here? And why were you mean to Enzo, he was just telling me how nice I looked, he’s allowed-”

“No,” Mattheo started through gritted teeth, “he’s not allowed, and he was being inappropriate to you.” You scoffed, crossing your arms, “Excuse me?” Mattheo turned away from you, yanking down on his curls. “Mattheo Marvelo, look at me this instant!” He whipped around, slamming a hand on the wall next to your head. You jumped slightly, letting out a small yelp. “He is not allowed to say those things to you, Mouse,” Mattheo spoke softly, his jaw was clenched and he kept his eyes shut, clearly trying to keep himself calm.

You reached up, placing a hand on his cheek, “Why?” The boy relaxed into your touch as he took a deep breath. He opened his eyes, meeting yours as you stared back at him. He held eye contact with you; you had always loved Mattheo’s eyes. Theo would tease him and tell him they were “so brown because he was full of shit”. But you were always quick to defend him. Mattheo’s eyes reminded you of mahogany in the middle. He had the richest shade of brown along the rim of his iris, when the sun caught his face on the train that first day you knew you’d be done for long term.

“Talk to me, teo, what’s wrong?” The corner of his mouth turned up slightly at the nickname. You noticed his eyes flick from your own, down to your lips and back. Your heart rate picked up, not quite believing what he might be thinking. When his eyes flicked down again, you got a surge of confidence moving your hand from his cheek to the back of his neck. You pulled him closer, hearing his breath hitch as your lips met.

Your fingers tangled into his dark curls, his hand that wasn’t holding his weight on the wall found your waist. He took a step closer to you, essentially trapping you against the wall, the front of his body now flush to yours. You mind was tangled, you placed your hands on Matteo’s chest, pushing him back slightly. “What’s wrong?” He asked, “Was it bad did I mess up?” You shook your head, smiling, “No, it was, gosh it was amazing, I just don’t understand how, or why, it’s happening.”

Mattheo rested his forehead against yours, “I’ve always loved you, Mouse. It’s always been you. Ever since that first day on the train, when you charmed my mouth shut with that little attitude of yours.” You smiled at the memory as he continued, “Merlin, no one had ever done anything like that to me before. I didn’t understand it at first but I felt love for you in that moment. When everyone started saying you and Theo should date, I got so jealous. I wanted it to be me. But you were always so much closer with him. I tried to date other girls, to chase that feeling I felt that first time we met but they never did it for me. Not like you, Y/n.”

Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. The boy you had been pining after for years just basically told you he loved you since he met you, that his feelings were the same as yours. He opened his mouth to speak again, but instead you tilted your head slightly capturing his mouth with yours. He pulled you closer, seemingly not being able to get enough of you in that moment.

In what felt like entirely too soon he pulled away, “We should get back to everyone else, yeah?” You smiled, nodding your head, “Yeah, s’pose so.” He laced his fingers with yours, leading you back to the couch your friends were sitting. Pansy and Theo now sitting down, Pansy’s legs thrown casually over Theo’s. As the two of you got closer, Pansy’s eyes panned down to your hands. She slapped Theo’s chest, pointing toward you and Mattheo. “Oh thank MERLIN,” Theo exclaimed, causing everyone’s eyes to follow, smiles forming on everyone’s faces. Enzo sat up, “Merlin, finally! We were so tired of hearing Mattheo drown on and on about you, Y/n, year after yea-” in an instant his mouth was charmed shut. Everyone turned to look at Mattheo who put his arms up in defense. You slid your want back in your holder on your leg, shrugging your shoulders, “He talks too much sometimes.”

liquid dreams (draco malfoy x reader)

summary: (y/n) is gone and if the only way for draco to see her is through dreams, so be it

or

“grief is the price we pay for loving.”

warnings: it’s written in non-chronological order, draco is really going through it, grieving process, mentions of blood (not detailed)

(if there’s any more warnings you think i should add let me know!)

a/n: i’m usually one to write fluff, but i wanted to write something more personal, more raw. this one was a roller coaster to write. hope you enjoy it!

i. five months and twelve days after the accident

Draco opens his eyes in panic, breathing labored and loud. He’s scared and confused, and he would be downright spiraling into an anxiety attack if this wasn’t such a common occurrence.

(The first night it’d happened he found himself unable to breath. He’d desperately stumbled out of bed, the haziness of sleep making everything distorted and disorienting. He’d hit his knee against the door, he’d bled on the white tiles of their bathroom floor. He’d spent two hours in the shower that night, fully clothed. The coldness of the water hadn’t been enough to soothe the burning heartbreak that gnaw on his soul, but it’d been enough to anchor him back.)

It takes him a moment to realize he’s frozen mid-action, one of his hands reaching forward and his fingers slightly curved, as if they’d been grasping something.

No. Not something. Someone.

Suddenly everything comes back, jumbled pieces of a half-remembered dream.

Her smile, the small crinkle by her eyes, the warmth of her skin under his fingertips.

Draco chokes out a gasp.

He can’t breathe. He can’t breathe. He can’t breathe.

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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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LITTLE DARK AGE

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.

genre: bonten timeskip, angst, forbidden romance, childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers, 18+ MDNI

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, polyamory, profanity, MCD, unedited, MTBA

update schedule: HIATUS — not discontinued, will pick back up mid-late december

status: incomplete

CHAPTER Ⅰ. I’M GOING BACK TO 505 

CHAPTER Ⅱ. HOUSE OF MEMORIES

CHAPTER Ⅲ. ONE IS PRETTY BUT THE OTHER LIES

CHAPTER Ⅳ. CAUSE YOU WERE CRUEL AND I’M A FOOL

CHAPTER Ⅴ. YOU’RE GONNA GO FAR, KID

CHAPTER Ⅵ. KNOW THAT IF YOU HIDE, IT DOESN’T GO AWAY

CHAPTER Ⅶ. AND YOU’LL NEVER BE PURE AGAIN

CHAPTER Ⅷ. CAUSE I KNOW YOU GET DEJA VU

CHAPTER Ⅸ. YOU’LL WISH YOU NEVER MET HER AT ALL

CHAPTER Ⅹ. OH, HOME, LET ME COME HOME…

CHAPTER ⅩⅠ. … HOME IS WHEREVER I’M WITH YOU

CHAPTER ⅩⅡ. WHATEVER I’VE DONE, I DID IT FOR LOVE

CHAPTER ⅩⅢ. AND WHEN THE SEASONS CHANGE, WILL YOU STAND BY ME?

CHAPTER ⅩⅣ. MY ATLANTIS

CHAPTER ⅩⅤ. BRING A STONE, ALL THE RAGE, MY LITTLE DARK AGE

CHAPTER ⅩⅥ.

CHAPTER ⅩⅦ.

CHAPTER ⅩⅧ.

EPILOGUE.

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CHAPTER Ⅲ. FANART BY @melona-majon

CHAPTER Ⅹ. ILLUSTRATION BY @ichigopanhpff

CHAPTER Ⅹ. ILLUSTRATION PT. 2 BY @ichigopanhpff

CHAPTER Ⅹ. ILLUSTRATION PT. 3 BY @ichigopanhpff

CHAPTER ⅩⅢ ILLUSTRATION BY @ichigopanhpff

reblogs for boost are always appreciated ^.^

BLINDED BY IGNORANCE

pairings — rindou haitani x fem!reader

genre — pining, secret crush, friends → enemies -> lovers, best friends, slow burn, eventual romance, coming of age, angst

warnings — sanzu is rindou’s best man (sorry ran), haitani rindou is so done, basically he cant control his mouth when hes mad, alcohol and drinking underage (rebellious teen things).

word count: 6.2k

notes — jealous rindou has been plaguing my mind for the last 2 weeks and i decided to finally get it out of my head. oh, and no explicit smut in this fic so minors can interact. look at me being generous and shit

“Ran.”

“What.”

“Since when does [Y/N] know Sanzu?” Ran looks up from his phone to see Rindou pointing inside a classroom. Inside that classroom, Sanzu Haruchiyo in the flesh was sitting next you, showing you some stupid shit on his phone and making you laugh.

Ran ultimately didn’t care, but Rindou was peeved. He ultimately has no reason to be angry, cause for what? You were allowed to have friends with other people. He doesn’t mind that. It’s who you’re making friends with. 

It was bad enough that Ran already befriended you after Rindou did, made him feel not so special anymore having to share every single one of his friends with his brother. Now Haruchiyo has joined the mix.

“Guess you’re all in the same class now.” Ran gave a nonchalant shrug before heading down the hallway to his own classroom. Rindou glared daggers into Sanzu’s back, as if trying to get his attention through mind-reading. Seems to have worked when Sanzu feels a looming dark aura behind him and whips his head to see the potential threat, only to find out that it’s just Rindou’s usual grumpy self.

“Are you going to enter the classroom or keep standing out there like a creep?” Sanzu cracks a smile as he watches Rindou roll his eyes before entering the classroom, tossing his bag off his back and dropping it on the table next to Sanzu’s.

Your table is at the end, by the window and he’s so tempted to take the seat behind you so that one, he can stare at you without being creepy and unnoticed, and two, he can’t spend the school year next to Sanzu.

Sanzu for starters, sleeps in class, snores even, he draws doodles in his book and disrupts the patience of students within a 10m radius of him by passing around his notebook to show off his horrible art skills. Oh and another thing, he rips paper so fucking loud. If he makes a mistake in his book, instead of crossing it out like a normal human being, he just rips the entire page.

He’s overall just a horrible and probably — no, most definitely the worst person to sit next to or even be stuck in the same class as for an entire year. Whilst Sanzu is distracted, leaning over other students desks to show them more shitty unfunny videos that always manage to make Sanzu tear up with laughter, Rindou taps your shoulder to get your attention, “Out of everyone in this school to befriend, you choose him?”

You laugh breathlessly. “Stop, he seems nice.”

“That’s only an illusion. The niceness will fade then you’re left with a troublesome, infuriating wackjob that doesn’t know personal space.” The two of you glance over at where Sanzu’s upper body is currently splayed across a random students desk as he shows a group of people videos on his phone. The poor student who’s desk Sanzu is occupying has a frown on his face as he can’t reach his bag to take his stuff out. 

“Wow, he really doesn’t know personal space,” you say amazed at how one person could manage to cause a traffic jam of students in a classroom. “He seems cool though, and he’s funny.”

Internally, Rindou starts to panic. You’ve only known Sanzu for like 10-15 minutes..? Yet you’ve already fallen for his charm. “That’s how it starts [Y/N],” Rindou takes this opportunity to touch your shoulder and leave it resting there. You don’t notice how badly Rindou has it for you, simple physical contact with you will have his inner body going haywire as if there’s a circuit malfunction where his brain should be.

It took Rindou approximately 3 months to realize he’s developing not so friendly feelings for you. The way he gets pissed off when your attention is on anybody that’s not him, the way he always has to look in your direction, the way you take up literally 90% of his mind. The other 10% goes to chicken strips, gum and limited edition simpson stickers. 

That’s actually similar to how the two of you met. It was raining one afternoon after school and you both entered the nearest store for shelter. The rain was heavy, like hailstone type heavy rain. The two of you made eye contact for a second, then eyes trailing down to the last umbrella left on the rack. 

It was like a race. You weren’t sure who moved first, but both of you instantly went and grabbed it. Rindou grabbed it first, but you weren’t about to leave this store without that umbrella. You snatched it off of him, but his grip was so strong that he tugged it and you almost went flying. 

“Give it.” You say and Rindou raises his brow, giving you a look like ?? 

“If you can’t see, I grabbed it first.” Rindou tugs again but this time you expected it, so you didn’t budge. “I need it more.”

You two hold a staring contest, each of you gripping each end of the umbrella. You give a deflated sigh, “I need that umbrella to pick up my little sister from daycare. She can’t get sick in this weather and we don’t have enough money for an Uber.”

The man behind the counter even puts his hand over his heart at your sob story. Rindou is either heartless cause he doesn’t give a shit, or he can tell you’re lying. “Look at your shoes,” he points to them, “they are at least 73,000¥.”

Your eyes shot open as you realized you were wearing the shoes your dad bought you for your 15th birthday. Yes— they were expensive. 

“I-, I stole these.” You're about to give another false sob story until he cuts you off. 

“Enough with the lies, I need this umbrella cause I just dyed my hair and I don’t want it to get rinsed.” Rindou points to the blue streaks in his hair and you eye him quizzically. “Out of every color in the world, you chose blue?”

Rindou scoffs, “blue is my favorite color, and what?”

“It looks fucking horrible that’s what.” You say annoyed and Rindou glares at you, about to think of a comeback until the guy behind the counter coughs. 

“Incase you both didn’t realize, the rain stopped.” 

The two of you both whip your head to the window, seeing the sidewalk still wet with previous rainfall, but the skies were gray but dry. Not a single drop of rain left. 

“Oh,” you both say, dropping the umbrella.

“I’m sorry about what I said about your hair, it looks nice the more I stare at it.” You say , suddenly feeling guilty for being rude to a random stranger over a goddamn umbrella.  

Rindou just eyes you as you quickly grab the first thing you see on the shelf, a pack of mint gum, “I’ll buy this for you, if you want.”

“Are you saying my breath stinks?” Rindou teases and you quickly shake your head, “No! I just grabbed the first thing I—,”

Rindou starts laughing as the look of panic invades your features. “I was just kidding.”

“You’re not funny,” the panic leaves your face, now filled with a glare/pout. 

“I’m Rindou by the way. Haitani.”

“That name sounds familiar, are you—,”

“Ran Haitani’s younger brother? Yeah that’s how everyone knows me.” Rindou is clearly irritated but you shook your head which genuinely made him confused. 

“I was going to say you are in my class. I would have recognised you if it wasn’t for the um,” you gesture to the blue streaks in his hair. Rindou looks up, a strand of blue in his peripheral vision. 

“Oh.” 

Silence fills the store. The store clerk scans the gum and hands it to you but you just pass it onto Rindou, since you did buy it for him. “Thanks by the way, you didn’t have to.”

You shushed him saying that you wanted to give him anything because you felt bad. The two of you walk outside the store together and head different ways after exchanging a small goodbye wave. 

The next morning, you see him in your class and send him another wave. Rindou just nods in your direction and goes back to talking to his friends. 

Later on during that lesson, the teacher tells the class to get into pairs to complete a worksheet. Since the printing paper in the school was getting a bit restricted, the amounts of paper/worksheets were limited. 

Rindou would’ve just partnered up with his friends that he made in that class, but his gaze landed on you, twirling your pen as you sat alone in the corner, visibly upset over something. 

Turns out Rindou isn’t as heartless as he thought because he excused himself from his friends and made his way over to you. “Here,” he pulled out the packet of gum you bought him yesterday and offered you some. 

You remembered the entire incident in the store and huffed out a breathy laugh. “Thought you would’ve gulped that down by now.” You say while making room on the seat next to you, removing your bag that was placed there so he can sit down. 

“You must really think my breath stinks don’t you.” Rindou says, faking offense and you laugh again, but a bit louder which catches him off guard cause it sounds nice. 

“I promise I don’t think your breath stinks, just that most people I know always finish an entire pack of gum in a day.”

Rindou hates gum cause he doesn’t understand the point. Toothpaste literally exists. If your breath stinks, just use fucking toothpaste. 

“I personally don’t even like gum, it’s like edible portable toothpaste.” Rindou complains, then wonders to himself why he didn’t just throw the gum packet away after you gave it to him. 

“I never thought of it that way.” You admit and send him a small smile before closing your mouth because the teacher was coming. 

The teacher passes by and hands you both a worksheet. You grab your pen and start copying the sentences into your notebook and then answering the questions. 

Rindou didn’t expect you and him to actually become friends. It’s weird because the two of you clicked pretty easily. From that day forth, Rindou progressively moved his seat from the corner he was normally at, over to your corner. 

The teacher was tired of telling him to go back to an arranged seating plan and eventually just moved him permanently to let him sit next to you. The only day of the week that Rindou looked forward to was Wednesday because you have double math together. 

Even though he wouldn’t pay attention at all, he just enjoyed your company because you made the lesson fun despite the subject being math. Two months into the friendship, he then realized he had feelings for you simply because you had befriended his motherfucking brother. 

He’d been jealous before in his life. When his mother showered Ran with more attention at home because he was the oldest, he got his first girlfriend at 13, he was taller and more popular in school than Rindou. 

But that sort of jealousy, didn’t compare to what he was seeing right in front of his eyes right now. You giggling stupidly at the words coming out of his brothers mouth. He knows for a fact Ran isn’t that funny and he’d only made you laugh because it was at Rindou's expense. 

When you saw the familiar blue strands of hair from the corner of your eye, you turned to call Rindou over to sit, patting on the chair next to you. Rindou sent Ran a territorial glare as he made his way on over. 

Ran knew almost instantly about Rindou's secret crush. Rindou honestly sucks at hiding his emotions, he’s the more childish one out of the two. Ran hid his emotions well behind a self satisfied smile that almost never leaves his face. Rindou on the other end, when he gets angry, it shows. When he gets sad, it shows. He can’t put a mask on to save his life, so when he’s trying to convince someone that he’s not lying (when he actually is) they catch onto him instantly.

Sort of like Ran did, the moment he asked Rindou if he had a crush on you the second you left the table. “Wh-what? No.” Rindou stammers over his words so easily that it makes Ran facepalm himself.

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” Ran hid his words behind a laugh hidden by his palm, “Stop glaring at me as if I just stole your wife. I know when a girl is off limits.” 

“I don’t like her!” Rindou repeats to try and convince he’s telling the truth (he’s not) but Ran just stands up and leaves Rindou there second guessing his own feelings. That night, he did admit to himself, (not Ran though, he can go screw himself) that he might have caught small feelings for you.

Rindou found himself in a predicament for the next week. He even was searching up ‘How to know if you have a crush’ on google, clicking on the first list and analyzing each bullet point to see if it’s relatable.

5 Signs You Have A Crush, Because The Butterflies Are Real

You Get Excited Just Thinking About Them. ✔️

Rindou literally has an alarm set to wake up on time on Wednesdays, just so he doesn’t miss double math with you. The rest of the days, he wakes up whatever time his body chooses to, then makes his way to school 1 or maybe 3 hours late. Who cares, just that he refuses to miss Wednesday.

You Do Things To Get Their Attention. ✔️

Rindou recalls the time that he was in the middle of telling you something, when one of your friends from your other lessons, enters the class mid lesson. The girl muttered an apology to the class for disrupting the lesson, when in actuality, she should be apologizing to Rindou for ruining his double math lesson with you. The girl asked to speak to you outside so you quickly stood up and shut the door behind you. Rindou watched your silhouette from outside the door as you spoke to the girl using those cute gestures you always use when you talk. You’re so animated and lively, it makes his heart melt. You were out there for at least 5 minutes and he was getting irritated, so he literally excused himself to go to the bathrooms just so he could walk past you and remind you with his presence to go back to class. 

It worked lol.

You Notice Little Details About Them. ✔️

Rindou embarrassed himself one time during lunch and he still beats himself up about it in private. Rindou was sitting way too close to you and accidentally (definitely not on purpose) sniffed your school blazer. “Are you wearing perfume?” He asks, grabbing your blazer with confidence and smelling it more. You laugh and shake your head but continue letting him smell your blazer because you find the whole ordeal comical, “Why do you ask?” Rindou continues smelling your blazer, “i don’t know, it just smells so—” Rindou has to cut his words short to find a more PG word to use other than sexy. “Nice. It smells nice.”  “I didn’t wear any perfume today, but thanks for saying I smell good.” You wink at him and he looks away to hide the embarrassment creeping up his neck. He hears your laughter, one that he normally used to adore hearing, now wishing it would end. Rindou suddenly hears shifting, then your body is close to his, face is his neck as you smell him, “You smell good too.”

He also notices that when you’re nervous, you fidget a lot. Bouncing your leg anxiously, scratching your arm, biting your bottom lip and dig the tips of your fingernails into your palm. When you’re frustrated, your eyebrows crease up and you bite the skin on the inside of your lip.

You Can Imagine Yourself Getting Intimate With Them. ✔️

This is probably one of the things he’s the most ashamed about. It all started in double math when your teacher didn’t show up because she was on a school trip with the third years for the entire day. One of your friends came inside the classroom because their teacher was also away. Basically the class was just filled with students from other classrooms, taking advantage of the lack of teachers. The supply teacher decided that the class was way too noisy and put on a movie for everybody. One of your friends had to stand up on the wall because there was no more seating space, so one of your friends made a suggestive joke asking you to sit on Rindou’s lap to make some room. It was a joke obviously, even Rindou saw it as one, that was until you hopped on his lap anyways to allow your friend to sit down on your seat. The entire movie, you were fidgeting around (one of your nervous habits) and must’ve forgot you were on his lap because you kept on shifting around. It was hell for Rindou. Like ultimate torture. 

That same night was when the wet dreams started. It started off with the two of you just watching a movie inside your room. Pretty average for a dream right? Then you start leaning closer, brushing the strands of hair from his face. Your lips touch his, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer. It’s just a dream, Rindou. You push him flat on the bed, completely forgetting about the movie as you straddle him. Just as you’re about to remove your shirt, he gets jolted awake by Sanzu who elbows him in the face as he turns in his sleep.

You Try To Avoid Them. ✔️

Normally, he would never avoid you. But after the wet dreams started getting more frequent, he became guilty. Having to look at your innocent face as you smile and speak to him and he has to act like he didn’t just jerk off to the thought of you on top of him. 

So maybe he has a slight crush on you. 

But your friendship started to shift on Rindou’s 17th birthday. 

“Hey Rin,” you tap his shoulder to get his attention. Rindou hums, eyes focused on the TV screen as he watches the movie you put on. “Does Ran have any alcohol?”

“Probably, downstairs. Why?”

“Want to get drunk?” You suggest and he turns to look behind his shoulder, eyeing you quizzically, “You serious?”

“I mean, I never got drunk before… and I thought my first time would be with you.” You shift closer towards the end of the bed, “Now are you joining me, or am I going to have to get wasted by myself?”

Rindou takes a moment to think before sliding off the bed, motioning for you to shush as he heads down the stairs, to the kitchen. You stand by the staircase, on lookout for Ran who is sleeping on the couch, cause if he finds out you’re stealing his alcohol, he’s gonna be pretty pissed. 

Once Rindou grabs a bottle, he’s about to head back upstairs but you gesture him to grab another one. Rindou rolls his eyes, grabbing another bottle and you take a bottle from him and head up the stairs back to Rindou’s room.

“If Ran finds out I stole this, he’s gonna murder me.” Rindou admits but you shush him and start trying to crack the bottle open. “We should’ve bought an opener. This is so hard.” Your voice is strained as you put the bottle in your mouth and try to bite the lid off.

“Give it to me, this is sad to watch.” Rindou sighs, sitting down on the floor next to you as you hand him the bottle. “I saw Ran do this with his keys once,” he reaches inside his pocket, grabbing his keys out and twisting it around until it pops open. Your face brightens, excited that he opened the bottle and you kiss his cheek before grabbing the bottle and taking a deep breath before taking a sip.

“This is…. so bitter, bleh.” You smack your lips together, trying to taste it better. 

“Let me try it.” You hand over the bottle and he downs it. “Not that bad to be honest.”

“Open up that one,” you gesture to the other bottle Rindou brought upstairs, “I wanna try this one, maybe it’ll taste better.” Rindou nods and starts to screw open the new bottle lid with his keys. Once he pops it open, he hands it to you and start drinking it. “Oh shit, I prefer this one.”

“Let me try it.” Rindou leans over to grab the bottle from you but you pull back, gatekeeping the bottle. “No, it’s mine.”

“Stop being selfish, let me try some.”

“No, you have that one.” You shift backwards, back hitting the bed as you drink some more. Some spill down your chin and the second you look down to see it dripping down your shirt, Rindou grabs the bottle from your hand.

“HEY!” You yell a bit too loudly, unaware of how loud your voice is, you assume you’re already getting tipsy. You push Rindou down to the ground, and climb over him but he places the bottle over his head. “Let me try some.” Rindou complains when you tackle him to try and grab the bottle back.

“Okay, fine.” You pull back and watch him take a sip out of the bottle. Your eyes are trained on his lips as you stare intensely, the way his lips wrap around the bottle. When he pulls back, his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. You start to get restless, thoughts are racing wild. You barely even drank yet you feel like your brain isn’t you, cause sober you wouldn’t even think about doing what you’re about to do.

Rindou is just about to hand the bottle back to you, when you take a hold of his face, and lean down, pressing your lips together. Rindou drops the bottle, letting it spill over the wooden floor when he brings his hands to cup your face as he deepens the kiss. Tongue swiping on your bottom lip, you part your lips open to let him inside. 

Rindou groans when you start to grind down on his lap. The kiss quickly gets heated, both of you not in the right state of mind as you start to unbutton his shirt, moaning into his mouth when he grabs your hips and starts to rake his fingers along the flesh of your waist, squeezing the skin. 

You pull away briefly just to remove your shirt and toss it somewhere across the room. Rindou takes this moment to rake his eyes down your body, “[Y/N],” he says out of breath.

“Yeah.”

“You’re so hot,” he presses his lips to your neck, sucking red marks onto your flesh. “Keep going,” you moan, massaging your fingers in his scalp. Rindou pulls his face out of your neck and makes eye contact with you. You look down and start to roll your hips on his erection.

“Fuck, keep doing that.” Rindou groans as you giggle, repeating your movements. Rindou reaches behind you and undoes your bra, watching the piece of fabric fall to the ground, revealing your tits.

“Can’t believe you’ve been hiding these from me,” Rindou says, pressing his lips to your nipple. A whine pulls from your lips when you feel his hot wet tongue flick your bud. “It’s called wearing clothes Rin— ah fuck—” 

“Get on the bed.” Rindou says, pulling away and adjusts his clothing. You do as he says, and slide on the bed, watching him as he kicks off his sweats and climbs on top of you. You smile, taking his bottom lip and sucking on the flesh before sticking your tongue inside his mouth. 

Your hands cradle his face as you both make out passionately. Lips moving against each others as if you’re starved for attention. A knock on the door breaks both of you away from each other, seeing Ran look at the two of you all content. 

You quickly wrap the sheets around your bare chest and Rindou stands up and heads towards the door. “It’s not what it looks like—”

Ran rolls his eyes and reaches inside his pocket, handing a condom packet before patting his shoulder, “Next time, don’t be so noisy when your big brother is in the house alright?”

Rindou’s face flushes and he shuts the door before his brother could see the redness on his face. That night, the two of you put the alcohol back in the kitchen, and made sure that you never spoke about that heated session ever again, even though it was always lingering in the back of both of your minds.

***

“Bro, did you know [Y/N] has a boyfriend now?” Sanzu blurts out one day. Rindou has no clue if he was directly talking to Rindou or the group as a whole, but by the way Sanzu was staring directly into Rindou’s soul as he spoke, Rindou had a feeling that Sanzu knew about his crush on you.

“Who cares,” Rindou tries to act nonchalant as he continues to scroll through his phone, trying to act like his heart didn’t just shatter into pieces the moment the words left Sanzu’s lips.

“Just saying, I thought you might’ve been more upset about it.” 

What is this idiot thinking? Why is he outing Rindou’s crush to the entire group? Rindou sent him a death stare to shut the fuck up before his friends started to catch on to what Sanzu was implying.

“Why would Rindou be upset about that?” Koko asks, until a moment of realization hits him like a truck. “Oh fuck.”

“Fuck what?” Rindou says first, “nothing is going on.”

“I already knew,” Ran makes everything worse by opening his mouth. Rindou wanted to sink into the ground and just die. This was so embarrassing.

“How do you know she has a boyfriend though?” Ran asks, staring at Rindou who tries his best to act like he doesn’t care about this, when deep down, Ran knows he’s itching to punch something, or a certain boyfriend of yours.

“Just before class this morning, he handed her a container with some cookies. At first, I just thought he was being nice, till he kissed  her on the cheek and left the classroom. I put two and two together and  boom.” 

“Yikes, he can cook too.” Koko fights back a laugh as he stares at Rindou whose fingers are shaking out of pure anger as he types on his phone. 

“Ok who cares? They’re probably stale as fuck,” Rindou bites, fidgeting restlessly in his seat. Sanzu shakes his head, “they taste like heaven.”

“You ate some?!” Rindou raises his voice a little bit, startling Sanzu. “Yeah? They looked good bro.”

“Whatever.” Rindou stands up, leaving his bag there as he puts his phone in his pocket and walks off. They all call out to him as he walks down the hallway but he ignores them all. “He’s fucking pissed,” Ran says, sighing knowing that he’s gonna have to be the one to clean up the mess.

Rindou honestly should have stayed put with his friends because he ended up seeing something he was actively trying to avoid the moment Sanzu opened his mouth. You and your boyfriend, making out by the lockers. Rindou can’t remember much from his 17th birthday, since he was under the influence of alcohol, but he can still sometimes feel your lips on his. Now he’s seeing your lips against your bfs as you’re pressed against the lockers. His hands roaming all over your body as you smile against his lips—

Fuck everything. 

You getting a boyfriend is probably the worst thing to ever happen to Rindou. You brought him everywhere. Rindou tried to get your attention away from your boyfriend and invited you to the park but you weren’t responding to his texts. It’s like you were actively avoiding him and it was killing him inside.

The only times you would speak to Rindou, would be when you were all hanging out as a group. Sanzu + Rindou + You and your irritating boyfriend. He managed to creep his way into the friendship group and be involved in everything. 

“Sanzu, have you figured out what you’re going to study in college?” You ask as you shift your weight on your boyfriend's lap. Sanzu shakes his head, “might have to drop out of school. I don’t know what I want to study.”

“Take your time man,” the boyfriend that shall not be named opens his mouth and Rindou rolls his eyes. “My father didn’t know what he wanted to do till pretty recently. You have all the time in the world so don’t rush it.”

Sanzu has a heartfelt expression on his face as he starts ranting about how good your boyfriend is with words and blah blah. Well that’s what it sounded like to Rindou. Anything that comes out of your boyfriend's mouth is bullshit to Rindou. 

“Isn’t he amazing?” You gloat and turn on his lap to plant a kiss on his forehead. 

“Seen better, but whatever.” Rindou mumbles under his breath. You hear him loud and clear but decide not to say anything so that your boyfriend wouldn’t get upset. You look at your boyfriend but he still has a smile on his face so you took a deep breath and changed the topic, but sending Rindou a death stare nonetheless.

“Rindou, can we talk?” You stand before Rindou and scratch your arm waiting for his response. Rindou notices and recognizes it as one of your nervous habits. You’re nervous to talk to him? 

“Um, sure.” You sit down on the couch next to him, and turn to face him. “Why are you so rude lately? It’s like you’re always moody and I don’t like it.”

“I’m not rude.” Rindou looks away as he speaks. “I just–,” should he say it? Fuck it. “I just don’t like him and I think you can do better.”

You weren’t expecting that. “Oh…. well I love him, so.”

Love? 

“You love him? You barely even fucking know him. It’s been like 2 months!” 

“Actually, 3 months. Who are you to tell me my feelings?” Rindou knows you’re getting frustrated and irritated so he decides to drop it. 

The arguments get more and more frequent, but the worst one yet was when you give everybody a box of cookies that your boyfriend made and hand them out to everybody to try. Rindou takes a single bite and looks around to see everybody's reaction. Either they were overexaggerating, or Rindou has 0 tastebuds because he thought it tastes like fucking ass but the look on everyones face spoke otherwise.

“This is so good!” Sanzu says, already digging through the box for another cookie. Ran nods and says it’s good and you anxiously wait for Rindou’s response. He just stares at you before looking away, putting the unfinished cookie on the table. “Tastes like shit.”

“Okay, what is your problem?” You get defensive, “Why do you always have something negative to say about him? He’s trying so hard to get on your good side, he even made these for you, yet you’re acting like a goddamn child.”

“Cause it tastes bad. Happy now? You expect me to lie and act like it tastes good?” Sanzu puts the cookie down and chews quietly as he watches the argument unfold. “It tastes like straight up flour, now you two idiots hype it up like he used an ingredient from the krabby patty secret formula.”

“Oh, so you’re a professional baker now? Go on then, show me some fucking tasty treats.”

“You know what, forget it. Just drop it.” Rindou’s back to his sulky mood but you’re not having it this time. “Why are you so infuriating? You were fine 5 months ago, now I get a boyfriend and you—” you pause as if the realization finally hits you. “Oh, I get it now.”

“You don’t get anything.”

“No, I understand. You’re fucking jealous that Im dating someone and you’re not.”

What? 

“Huh? I couldn’t care less about dating anybody. I’d rather date my own left toe than date someone who— you know what, let me shut up.” 

“Go eat shit Rindou.” You have no clue what he was gonna say, but you know that if it was enough to make him shut his mouth, then it wasn’t going to be pleasant. 

“No need, I already ate your boyfriend's cookies.” Rindou sends you a fake smile, and walks out of the room. You flop back on your chair, groaning out of pure frustration because another conversation led to another heated argument. But this time, you didn’t think you both would be able to bounce back from this. 

The two of you spent months actively avoiding each other. The last text messages sent were months ago and at night you stare at your phone, just hoping Rindou would come online and text you ‘hey’.

“Have you heard from [Y/N] Ran?” Sanzu asks one day and Ran shakes his head. “Nope, it’s been weeks.”

Rindou’s ears perked up at this. He was actively avoiding you and vice versa, but now you’re avoiding the others? “It’s probably cause of that fucking boyfriend.” Rindou mumbles and for once, Ran and Sanzu agree with him.

“I passed her, in the hallway once and she looked like she was going to speak to me, but her boyfriend showed up behind her and her attention went elsewhere.” Sanzu admits, frowning slightly at the memory, “I hate that dude.”

“Finally, you’re all admitting hes fucking trash and probably pisses inside those cookies.” Rindou grumbles and Sanzu laughs, “No but, you have gotta admit his cookies are good.”

“I’d rather die than ever admit that.” 

***

The following week, Ran knocks on Rindou’s door and says there’s someone here to see you. Rindou assumes it's Sanzu or Koko so he lets them in, only to look up and see you standing right infront of his bed.

“Can we talk?” 

Rindou’s brain stops working for a moment and it’s not until you sit on his bed, the weight bringing him back to reality. “Uh, yeah.” Rindou makes extra room for you to sit down and you take a deep breath and turn to face him.

“I’m sorry….. for arguing with you, um a few months ago. I didn’t want to end our friendship like that, so I, um, needed to apologize in person.” You bite your lip as you finish, staring into Rindou’s eyes. Rindou notices a tear threatening to fall from your face and quickly wipes it before it can. 

“You don’t need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing for saying all those rude things about him. Even though I still dislike his guts, I’ll tolerate him for you.” Rindou’s words made more tears fall from your face. “There’s no need. We broke up yesterday.”

Rindou’s eyes are blown wide as he hears your words. A smile threatening to leave his lips but holds back. Now isn’t the time for celebration. You need comfort right now.

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” He pulls you in for a hug, your scent invading his nose and he dips his head in your hair and kisses the top of your head. You instantly pull away from his hug and look into his eyes. It had been so long since you saw his face, it almost makes more tears fall.

Before you know it, you’re leaning towards him, pressing your lips together. Rindou’s hand caresses your cheek as he feels your lips tremble against his own. “You’re nervous aren’t you?” Rindou mumbles against your lips and you pull back with a shaky breath. “I missed you.”

Rindou is about to lean back in for another kiss but you pull back. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this.” Your words cut deeper than the wind. 

“Do what?” Rindou pulls back to read your facial expression. “I can’t,” you whisper and finally make eye contact with him, tears brimming in your eyes. “I’m such an awful person Rin, I…” your voice is shaky and Rindou can see your leg bouncing as you try and finish your sentences. “I used my boyfriend, well ex now, to try and get over my feelings for you. The idea of us being friends forever hurts. I can’t do that and I can’t sit here and just act like everything is oka—,”

“I love you.” Rindou blurts out and you almost choke on your words. 

“Huh?”

“I said, '' I love you. I’ve always loved you. Since we were like 16. Seeing you with that asshole boyfriend just made me angry, and frustrated cause that wasn’t me next to you.”

“Can I kiss you? Properly this time.” Rindou nods and you smile as you lean in, pulling him towards you. “Missed you s’much.” Rindou’s voice is muffled against your lips.

“Missed you more.”