aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh (skip just a little self rant)
why am i like this oh god like there are 6 almost-completed posts in my drafts and for some reason i'm just not getting to posting them and i just don't know at this point maybe its just a temporary thing and i hope it is this is so frustrating asvmicuhnfOA 😭
also a word of advice don't try to learn two languages at the same time its confusing as hek, especially when you have lots of other things to do. english isn't even my first language, and i gotta improve that too and i'm stressing over everything and about not posting for so long 😭
this is what lack of inspo becomes, i guess. I really want to get some inspiration back, so i’ll be doing these prompts for some little drabbles and blurbs or smth.
you can...
a) ..request up to 3 prompts,
b) ...send as many requests as you want, (please do)
c) ...specify the genre (fluff, , angst, etc. or a combo),
This is part 2 to If you were my girl
Best friends to lovers, Lorenzo Berkshire x f!reader. Enzo is in love with y/n, and he'd do anything just to see her smile again.
I'm sorry if your name is Daniel I have nothing against you I swear.
TW- Mentions of cheating, fighting (not with y/n), swearing, angst, comfort, fluff
As the morning sun filtered in through the windows, it cast a beautiful golden glow over the room. The two sleeping silhouettes under the sheets were highlighted by the light, the atmosphere calm and serene.
Some time later, your e/c eyes flutter open, sleepily adjusting to your surroundings, as you take in the scene you were in-
Your head rested on Lorenzo’s chest, his left arm around your waist, holding you close to his body. You could feel his chest rising and falling with every breath, and faintly hear his heartbeat- a comforting sound.
He looked so peaceful, so unlike the quick-witted boy, your best friend, who loved teasing you. Your hand itched to brush away the soft, stray hair that rested on his forehead, but you didn’t dare move, not wanting to disturb this moment of calm.
As if on cue, Lorenzo shifted slightly, his brows furrowing as if he could feel your gaze. His lashes fluttered before his eyes opened, hazy with sleep, and he blinked a few times before focusing on you. A fond, lopsided smile spread across his face.
“Morning,” you murmured softly, your voice still half-asleep.
Lorenzo’s smile widened as he groggily replied, his voice gravelly, “Good morning, angel. Feel better?” He asks softly, his eyes filled with care and fondness
"Yeah...thanks Enzo. You're the best." You murmur gratefully, he had already done so much for you, you didn't need him worrying about you.
Truth be told, you were still hurt by your ex's betrayal- who wouldn't be? It had hardly been a day, and it still stung badly. Memories from your time together seemed to taunt you, like a reminder of what you no longer had.
Enzo could tell you were not being completely honest with him. But he didn't push it, you needed your own space- which was completely understandable. He just wanted to take all your pain away. He would rather experience that same pain ten times worse if it meant you'd be alright.
You press a soft kiss to his cheek- a friendly gesture, one that was common between the two of you, before getting out of his bed and stretching slightly.
"Leaving already, angel?" Lorenzo asks softly, his gaze concerned, as he sat up straight, one hand running through his messy hair.
Your e/c eyes meet Enzo's concerned gaze, and your heart skipped a beat. Sure, you were used to him being so caring- you often joked that he was worse than your mother. But for some reason, this felt different. It felt nice to have someone caring about you.
"Yeah...good thing we have no classes today," You say softly, fixing your sleep-messed hair a little.
Enzo noticed how stiff your movements were, and his heart panged in his chest. He didn't like to see his best friend, his favourite girl hurting, much less because of Daniel fucking Johnson.
Merlin, the things he'd do to see your sweet little smile.
"Yeah, 'cuz then you'd look like a mess hurrying to class." He says playfully, trying to coax at least a soft laugh from you. Anything.
But you just give him a slight smile, one that he could tell was forced. And that made his heart ache all over again.
"I'll catch you later, yeah Enz?" You say softly, before leaving, not giving him a chance to reply, closing the door behind you.
Lorenzo let out a sharp breath. A thousand thoughts raced around his mind at once, his emotions flooding his inner thoughts like a tsunami.
He was angry. The rage had been there for a while now, the anger he suppressed for your own sake. Merlin, he wanted to murder your ex for cheating on you.
You were literally everything a guy could ask for. How dare he hurt your sweet heart? But whenever it came to you, keeping a firm grip on his emotions was Enzo's biggest challenge. He exhaled deeply, feeling frustrated as he runs a hand through his hair.
He would deal with that prick later. Right now, what mattered the most to him was you. God, the things he would do for you.
Later on in the late afternoon, Lorenzo is taking a walk through the corridors, when his gaze drifts out of the window. He saw a vast patch of lush, green grass, filled with some of the most beautiful wildflowers he had ever seen.
"But none of them could ever compare to y/n"
Lorenzo thought, his heart aching at the thought of you being sad and alone right now. He mindlessly walked over to the flowers, absentmindedly picking them, his mind too consumed by thoughts of you.
"If you were my girl, y/n...I'd love you so much. I'd never hurt you, darling.." He murmurs to himself, almost like he was in a trance, as he looks at the flowers he picked, arranging them slightly.
God, why was he so whipped for her? It could be anyone in the world, why his best friend? He thought, as the idea slipped into his mind to give these flowers to you.
Maybe that would be enough to see you smile again.
(Part 3 soon I promise)
I'm so sorry for the delay in posting this, I've got way too much to do. Learning a new language is hard.😭
Oh god. Looks like I'm gonna have to do a part 3 thanks to the short length of this one.
Best friends to lovers, Lorenzo Berkshire x f!reader.
Enzo is in love with y/n, who has a boyfriend, until she realizes she can do so much better
I'm sorry if your name is Daniel I have nothing against you I swear
TW- Mentions of cheating, angst, comfort, fluff, a few sleepy cuddles.
Inspired by "If you were my girl" by Alex Sampson <3
The Slytherins had won yet another match against Gryffindor, and so, a party was in full swing. Flashing lights and loud music filled the common room at the late hour. Even the prefects were too busy enjoying themselves to care about the rules.
Y/N emerged from her dorm room with Pansy-her roommate and close friend. As her gaze drifted across the room from the top of the staircase, the sight of people dancing to the music, some going crazy with the Firewhisky.
“Well? Shall we get going, y/n/n?” Pansy asked, a little smirk on her lips at the sight.
“Lead the way, m’lady.” You quip back with a light, soft laugh. The duo made their way down the staircase, when you suddenly spoke up “Do you think Daniel will be there?” You ask hopefully, a faint, almost unnoticeable blush on your cheeks.
Pansy rolls her eyes at the mention of your boyfriend. She didn’t like the guy, nor did she hide it. “Yeah…he might be around. Who cares?” she scoffs.
You frown a little at her dismissive reply, but you brush it off as her general dislike for him.
The two girls approach the rest of the group, Mattheo flirting with some girl who was perched on the armrest next to him, while Theo and Draco were arguing about something trivial, as usual. Blaise and Lorenzo were watching them fight with much amusement, occasionally making remarks or taking a sip of their drinks.
“The devil and the angel arrive hand in hand.” Theo announces, breaking his fight with Draco to say so. Pansy rolls her eyes at his words, while Lorenzo gets up so you can sit down, as there wasn’t enough place.
“Thank you Enzo…you didn’t need to do that..” You say softly, touched by your best friend’s kind gesture.
“But I wanted to. Not a problem, Y/N/N.” He answers softly, a small grin on his lips as he watches you sit down. Lorenzo sits down on the floor next to where you sat, his back next to your legs.
“You still didn’t tell us who’s the angel and devil between Y/N and Pansy, mate...” Blaise pipes up, a smirk on his lips.
“Y/N is the angel, obviously.” Enzo says playfully, turning his head to look up at you with a teasing smirk.
“Wait, is that a good thing or a bad thing, Pans?” You ask Pansy, who was sitting on the armrest next to Blaise. Pansy shrugs in response, she didn’t mind it either way.
Theo smirks at everyone, happy with the little confusion he made. “I’ll let you guys figure it out.” He says, taking a drag from his cigarette before anyone could ask him anything else.
Around an hour passed in friendly banter and gossip, but your attention wasn’t fully there. You were almost a hundred percent sure Daniel would attend this party, after all, he was the kind of person who loved to attend social gatherings.
Enzo frowns a little as he notices your behavior, nudging your knee to get your attention. "Hey Angel...something on your mind?" He asks softly, gazing at you curiously. He had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with your idiot of a boyfriend.
"Yeah...just wondering what Daniel's up to....didn't even meet me. That is, if he even came..." You murmur softly, a little frown forming on your face.
Enzo's heart ached at the sight of that little frown, he hated that it was there because of him.
"Don't worry, Angel...just enjoy the moment." He says softly, giving you a reassuring look.
You give him a small, unconvincing smile. "I'm not worried, Enz...I'll be right back." You say quickly, before standing up and walking away before he could protest.
"Wai- Where are you going, Y/N?" He calls out, his eyes slightly concerned yet also confused, quickly standing up and following behind.
He soon catches up to you, his long strides making it easier to walk fast, as he gently holds your wrist.
"Where are going, Angel? And...why are you so upset? Did I say something wrong?" Enzo asks softly, his chocolate brown eyes concerned as he gently turns you to face him.
"You didn't do anything, Enz....I'm just..." You bite your lip, thinking of how to phrase it as your brow furrows, before you get it.
"Going to see Dan, is all.." You say, looking up at him.
As soon as the words leave your mouth, a frown forms on Enzo's perfect features. "Oh...okay. Let me walk you there, Y/N. Its late." He says softly, but it was just an excuse to be around you longer. Plus, he didn't trust that Daniel guy. he was a right prick according to Enzo.
"I'll be okay, y'know..." You murmur softly, as the two of you make the way up the staircase leading to the boys dorms. You had a really bad feeling about this.
Enzo smiles softly. "I know you'll be okay, angel....but I don't think I'd forgive myself if something happened to you" He says in a gentlemanly manner, a teasing gleam in his eyes, one that makes you hit his arm playfully.
"Ow....that's considered assault. Way to be a lady, Y/N." Enzo says, as he rubs the spot where you "hit" him jokingly, feigning hurt, as the two of you reach the top of the winding staircase.
You roll your eyes playfully as you reach Daniel's shared dorm, your heart feeling lighter at his teasing. But that doesn't last long.
There, Daniel was sitting on his bed, a girl straddling his lap and giggling annoyingly.
Enzo's eyes darken at the sight. He feels a wave of anger and the need to punch something wash over him, how dare that idiot ever do this to Y/N, his sweet angel?
He was just about to storm in when you gently held his arm to stop him, even if your own eyes were filled with tears threatening to spill, your lips pursed slightly.
Lorenzo almost pushes you off as you hold him back, too consumed by his rage. But one look at your face, the same pretty face he could admire for hours now on the verge of tears, his face softens significantly.
"Angel..." He sighs softly, his heart clenching painfully at the sight of you so utterly hurt. Enzo gently takes your hand in his own, marveling at the difference in size and the softness of your skin.
But he quickly brushes the thought away, you needed him right now, and he would do just that.
“C-Can we leave, Enz…please?” You murmur softly, your eyes filled with a deep sense of pain. Your heart was clenching painfully with betrayal and hurt, and you didn't feel like confronting him. Heck, you didn't want to ever see him again.
Enzo nods in understanding, as he strokes your hand comfortingly. "C'mon....let's go to my dorm. We don't have to go back to the party, Y/N"
You give him a weak little smile, as he gently leads you to his shared dorm, it would probably be empty because of the party. His hand rested comfortingly on your back, as he walks with you, and soon enough, the pair of you reach his dorm.
"I...I honestly never thought he would do something like this....guess Pans was right all along..." You murmur bitterly, as the tears finally spill, rolling down your cheeks.
Each tear that fell down from your beautiful eyes was like a stab to Lorenzo's heart, as he gently tilts your chin to meet his gaze, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. "Everything's gonna be okay, angel..." He murmurs, as he pulls you in for a hug.
You practically melt in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you sob in his shirt.
Lorenzo could feel the tears staining his clothes, but he didn't care, as he held you close, one hand soothingly running through your soft hair, the other holding you protectively.
"Shh sweetheart....I'm here for you...its alright..." He soothes softly, his heart was aching at your tearful state. He wanted to take away all your hurt and just wanted to see that sweet smile of yours he loved so much.
You pulled away reluctantly, your body shaking slightly, as he gently leads you to his bed, sitting you down before sitting down next to you.
"Can I stay here tonight, Enzo?" You murmur softly, you weren't sure what you would do if you were alone once again.
"Of course, angel....I got you." He says softly, taking your hand in his once again.
You sigh softly, a sense of relief washing over you. You then rest your head on Enzo's lap, just like he had done so many times before.
Lorenzo's heart flutters at your tired action. Sure, the two of you had done things like this before, but for some reason, it felt different. It felt...right.
"Do you want to talk about it, sweet angel?" Enzo murmurs softly, as he gently strokes your hair.
"No...not really, Enz.." You reply softly, the exhaustion of the day catching up to you slowly but surely, as a little yawn slips through.
"Tired, Y/N?" He asks, though both of you already know the answer.
You stifle another yawn behind a closed fist, nodding slightly.
Lorenzo chuckles softly, you were so adorable when you were sleepy. "C'mon, angel...lets get you in bed." He whispers softly, his chocolate brown eyes fond.
Lorenzo gently lifts you up from his lap, and places you on his bed, before getting in himself.
"Comfortable, Y/N?" He asks softly, as he turns on his side to face you.
You nod in response. "Yeah...but why is it so cold in your dorm?" You ask softly, shivering slightly from the cold.
Enzo notices this, and pulls a warm blanket over the two of you, before scooting over so that the two of you were lying next to the other.
"Better?" He asks softly, his gaze caring and sweet. He wanted to reach out and touch you, gently caress your hair, but he supposed it was better for you to get your sleep.
"Yeah...goodnight, Enzo.." You murmur sleepily, your eyelids fluttering shut no matter how much you wanted to stay awake a little longer, as you gently rest your head on his shoulder.
"Goodnight, angel...sweet dreams." Lorenzo whispers softly, as he turns off the lights with a flick of his wand, getting comfortable himself.
"Enz? Can you hold me?" You mumble softly, you just hoped you weren't disturbing him or anything.
"Mh- Yeah, Y/N. Anything for you." He answers softly, as he gently wraps his arms around you, holding you close. He could feel the warmth of your body seeping into his through your clothes. God, this was comfy. Now even he was feeling a little sleepy.
"I just wanted to thank you for always being there for me...I love you." You mumble sleepily, as your eyes flutter shut and you slowly fall asleep.
Lorenzo's heart almost stopped at those last three words.
You...you said that you loved him. But then again, did you mean it as a friend, or...?
He sighs softly, he'd have to ask you later. But for now, he took it the way his heart wished it would be- That you loved him the way he loved you.
He knew it was stupid to do that. What if you didn't mean it that way? What if it was something that just slipped out of your mouth while you were sleepy?
"If you were my girl, I would never run away" Lorenzo thought, his heart aching for the one person who could make him feel this way.
But as Lorenzo lay with you in his arms and contentment in his heart, one thing was clear to him.
He was whipped for you, his childhood best friend.
God, this was long overdue.
Should I make a part 2 or leave it at that? I honestly don't know 😭
Trigger warnings: None I think, but let me know if there is any. Slight OOC Tom. (Older brother of Mattheo, not the old guy Riddle)
When he at first realizes that he likes you when you're not dating, his internal voice is just 'No no no hell no.' 'NOOOO WHYY' 'I can't love I'm cold.' and all that whiny nonsense
But once he accepts the fact that he likes you, he can't help but look at you like you hung the moon and the stars
Tom wants to flaunt you to the public after making your relationship with him 'official'. However, he didn't want to seem weak or anything, so the two of you kept it secret for awhile.
Tom is definitely not the type of person to like or show public displays of affection but he will sometimes cuddle with you in his dorm to make up for it. He also likes it when you lay your head on his chest while he reads, sometimes he likes to read to you, a really rare occurrence.
He's fluent in Latin, for some reason. He likes to be more of a listener, letting you ramble on about almost anything while he's busy.
He’ll adjust your hair if a strand falls out of place, he's a perfectionist, but you are perfection to him.
He likes calling you "my angel", "dear" or "my love", even if the words feel a little weird to say, it still feels right in his heart.
He loves it when you say his name, but he doesn't like it when you even mention his last name. He likes it when you call him any nickname you want to. except baby. he is not a baby, he's a cold hearted, grown man.
Reader is a pureblood Slytherin from a rich Italian family. Assume that the Italian Wizarding World has a Sacred-13 with Italian last names. Also your last name is Angelo, though you can swap it out for whatever you like <3.
TW- None (yet)
Part 1 here
Part 2 here
Part 3 here
Part 4 here
Part 5 here
Part 6 here
People born under Amortentia couldn't love.
Right?
At least that's what every source that Tom read told him. He was conceived under Amortentia, and yet, Y/N made him feel a human emotion.
He didn't mind it that much, though it always nagged at the back of his mind. He kept feeling like searching in the corridors for your breathtaking face and sweet smile.
Y/N, with her darling e/c eyes, her sweet laugh, her h/c hair cascading and framing her face perfectly, never ceased to capture his attention.
Her playful nature, the way she always had a smart reply to what he had to say, her intelligence, they all combined and drew him in. Dangerously so.
He may or may have not written down in his diary for you. Day by day his infatuation grows, his mind being diverted from his plans and ambitions.
But he doesn't mind it.
After weeks of forcing himself to finally put his pride aside (a very difficult task for him) and confess, Tom finally decided it was today, the day his heart would either break, or he would have the one thing he pined over like a lovesick puppy.
Y/N.
And so, during Potions, he slipped you a note. Short, simple, and to the point. Just like how he was.
Meet me in the courtyard at 6. ~T.M.R
Tom had never been so nervous in his life.
The hours seemed to pass by in a flash. Tom spent the time picking flowers and arranging them in a bouquet, and repeating over and over what he was going to say to you.
And at 5.50 sharp, he is at the courtyard, wearing a simple white button down and trousers, waiting for you to arrive, the bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand tightly.
However, he doesn't have to wait long, as he spots you walking over, a soft smile on your lips.
“Y/N, I- I um” Tom stuttered slightly, as you approached. His heart was pounding in his chest, his nerves taking over. He clutches the flowers tighter, his knuckles turning white from his nerves.
He takes in a deep breath, before looking into your pretty e/c eyes. Suddenly, he gets the confidence to speak, you seemed to have that effect on him.
“I don’t know what you did to make me feel like this, but my heart keeps racing every time I look at you. I admire you so much, it actually hurts. Your intelligence, your charm, your beauty....I just can't help it. I should be incapable of love. What have you done to me, Y/N?”
He says softly, his dark eyes vulnerable and nervous. Now came the frightening part. What if...?
Just let it happen, Tom. Don't stress over it.
He chides himself mentally, before finally giving you the bouquet of flowers. "I...I think I'm in love with you, Y/N. So....will you be my girlfriend?" He asks softly, his dark eyes vulnerable and open.
Your heart flutters at the sincerity in his tone, as you hold the flowers close to you. They were oh so pretty, like a painting. Your e/c eyes meet his dark gaze, and lets be honest. When could you ever say no to him?
"I...I think I like you too, Tom..." you say softly, a faint blush coloring your cheeks despite yourself.
Tom's heart skips a few beats. Did he hear you correctly? You...you liked him back? Beautiful, smart, sweet Y/N liked him back? His mouth opens slightly, his dark eyes hopeful.
"I-Is that a yes, Y/N?" He asks softly, as he takes your smaller hand gently in his own, sparks flying through his skin at your touch.
You give him a soft, genuine smile, one that made his heart flutter and his cheeks flush slightly.
"Yes, Tom....I'd love to." You answer softly, gazing at him gently.
Tom's heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness, as a soft grin forms on his lips. "That...that's perfect..." he says softly.
"I promise, I'll be the best boyfriend you'll ever have, darling...you won't need for anything, anything at all, as long as I am here." He says sincerely, his dark eyes filled with love and adoration for you, as he gently pulls you in for a hug.
"I know you will, Tom...I know you will." you murmur softly against his chest, your heart filling with contentment and happiness.
Hey guys! This was the ending, I wanted to add more pining and stuff but I couldn't get myself to do more parts, I'm sorry 😭.
Thank you for all the likes on the previous parts. It means a lot to me! It would be nice if you would comment suggestions or something you'd like to read in the future. Thanks. <3
Reader is a pureblood Slytherin from a rich Italian family. Assume that the Italian Wizarding World has a Sacred-13 with Italian last names. Also your last name is Angelo, though you can swap it out for whatever you like <3.
TW- None (yet)
Part 1 here
Part 2 here
Part 3 here
Part 4 here
Part 5 here
Tom couldn't help but smirk at how you'd repeated those words in a teasing manner. You seemed to have a quick wit about you, one that matched his own. It was so easy to talk to you, to just enjoy every second spent with you.
"Now you don't believe me. What do I have to do to prove I'm not completely heartless?" He teases softly, cocking an eyebrow and tilting his head slightly.
Though internally, his heart panged a little. He really hoped this was not how you really thought of him...cruel and heartless.
He quickly dispels the thought from his head, not wanting to dwell on his own doubts, though it lingered in the back of his mind.
"Hm...you tell me instead." You answer, unsure of what to say, though the playful glimmer never dims from your eyes.
Tom paused, giving a small thoughtful expression as he took a moment to think about his answer. What would he do to prove that he wasn't completely cold and heartless?
He almost wanted to say "Anything you want"... but he knew that was way too desperate, even for his standards.
He goes back into thought, considering his options carefully before responding playfully.
"Oh shush, you know I'm amazing." He says cockily, though it is mostly playful, his dark eyes meeting yours amusedly.
"Amazing? You? As if," You scoff playfully, amusement dancing in your eyes as you look at him incredulously. Your voice dripped with playful sarcasm as you continued, "Though I suppose I'll take your word for it."
Tom couldn't help but chuckle at your playful sarcasm and the way you looked at him. You looked absolutely lovely when you were teasing him. The look in your eyes and the sound of your voice was so…good…. It made his heart flutter.
"Way to be a wonderful person, Angelo. Ouch. That hurts, you know. I thought we were friends."
He said with an overdramatic, pouting expression on his face, and he placed his hands in front of his heart in a melodramatic gesture. He had a playful smirk on his face.
Both you and Tom couldn't help but laugh at himself as he spoke, enjoying the playful back and forth and how easy and fun it was to speak with you. It was always so easy and enjoyable to talk to you.
"You wound me and wound me, Miss Y/N."
He teased you, still speaking in a playful tone. He chuckled again, and a thought suddenly crossed his mind, a dangerous thought.
Tom didn't know why, but he wanted to say what came to mind....before he finally blurts it out.
"Though I suppose getting wounded by you is the best kind of hurt." He says smoothly, a hint of flirtation in his tone, a little smile on his lips as he gazes at you.
Tom suddenly freezes, as he realized he said that out loud. He tried to remain casual, and act normal, as if he hadn't just said something almost flirty, but he couldn't stop his heart from thudding in his chest at the words he'd said.
He knew immediately that he was a lost cause at that point. He was already a hopeless case, just by being too smitten with you...
You freeze at his words, before you quickly gain back your composure and playfully roll your e/c eyes at his words. Internally, your heart was fluttering in your chest.
Was he flirting with you? Would he behave this way with everyone? And why was his little smile so damn attractive? Why was he causing you to feel these fluttery butterflies in your stomach?
Only time would tell.
You decide to get out of there before your mind gets the better of you.
Tom watches as you stand up, dusting off your robes. He frowns slightly at the sight of you going away.
"Leaving so soon, Y/N?" He asks, a hint of disappointment seeping into his tone, before he quickly masks it.
You nod in response. Was that....hurt you heard? Maybe disappointment? Was Tom sad that you were leaving?
You're reading way too much into it, for Merlin's sake!
You mentally chided yourself. There was no use dwelling on such things. However, it persistently lingered in the back of your mind.
"I'll see you around, Tom." You say softly, giving him a little wave.
Tom nods in response, though internally, his heart was aching. He wanted to stop you, ask you to stay for a little longer, to talk with him more. But he knew he couldn't, so he just watches you leave, his dark gaze filled with longing.
How he wished he wouldn't be that nervous around you.
Reader is a pureblood Slytherin from a rich Italian family. Assume that the Italian Wizarding World has a Sacred-13 with Italian last names. Also your last name is Angelo, though you can swap it out for whatever you like <3. TW- None (yet)
Part 1 here
Part 2 here
Part 3 here
Part 4 here
Tom couldn't help but stare at you.
You looked so adorable. He almost laughed to himself as he thought about how stupid he was for finding you so cute. You were reading a book and the sunlight shone on your face just right, you looked so calm and beautiful, and you had no idea that he was watching you from the other side of the yard.
He almost wanted to call your name and approach you, but something stopped him. He suddenly came to the realization that he didn't want to disturb you.
He didn't want anyone to disturb you.
He couldn't put his finger on it, but it felt…sacrilegious, almost, to disturb your peaceful moment, and ruin the beautiful sight of you sitting there, peacefully reading a book and enjoying the sunlight.
Tom watched you silently for a few moments. You look engrossed in your book. The sunlight was hitting your face perfectly, and it made you look absolutely gorgeous. He couldn't stop admiring your lovely face, and the way the sunlight was making you shine, making your pretty eyes sparkle and your soft looking lips curled up slightly in a light smile.
He suddenly realized he'd been standing there silently for a while, staring at you. He started to feel dumb. What the hell was he doing?
He decides to just take a chance and approach you. What was the worst that could happen?
Tom finally made his way to where you were sitting, each step making his heart beat faster, before he stops and stands in front of you. He was suddenly aware of how close he was to you.
His heart started beating faster, and a strange feeling of fluttering spread through his chest.
"Hey Y/N.....mind if I join you?" Tom greeted you in a polite and calm tone, forcing himself to sound as unbothered as possible, even his heart was beating way too fast.
ou finally noticed him and looked up from your book, giving him a soft smile and a friendly greeting.
"Hey Tom...nice day, isn't it? And sure, I don't mind." You say softly, closing your book and setting it aside.
Tom couldn't stop himself from feeling his heart skip a beat by the way you said his name. It was such a small thing…but the way you spoke made him feel so weird. You always had a way of saying his name in a way that made the corners of his lips twitch upwards.
"Well? Are you gonna sit, or just stand there?" You ask playfully, your e/c eyes glimmering amusedly, as you gesture to the spot next to you, a little smile on your lips.
Tom chuckled quietly, and a small smile formed on his face at that.
Oh, if only you knew the real reason he had been standing there, not saying anything.
He found himself liking the fact that you were so naturally playful and friendly towards him, even though not everyone took to him so quickly.
"Sorry." He said with a small chuckle, and went to sit down in the patch of shade next to you.
He cleared his throat again at the feeling in his chest, and stuck his legs out ahead of him.
It felt strange, sitting so close to you. It made his heart do strange things, and butterflies flutter in his stomach. He tried to ignore those feelings and remain calm and cool.
"Studying already, huh?" He teased, nodding at the book you were reading before he joined you.
"Not really....just a little bit of light reading." You answer softly, giving him a slight smile.
Tom nods. He knew you were always very focused on books and studying.
He liked that about you, especially the fact that you were intelligent and always wanting to learn.
It was an admirable trait.
He smiled slightly as the two of you fell into comfortable silence. It was so quiet and calm and gentle. It suited you well. He found himself liking the way you spoke so much, and how soft you sounded. It was so different than the way girls usually spoke to him. You never tried to be flirty or seductive. Just nice and kind, and sweet.
He couldn't help but think about how good you'd be at comforting people. He was sure that no matter what, you'd make anyone's day better with just your words and your soft voice.
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your voice calling out to him.
"Tom? Uh...you alive in there, Head Boy?" You tease softly, your e/c eyes glimmering playfully.
Tom blinked, as he realized he'd been zoned out again. You'd asked him something. He hadn't been listening.
He snapped out of whatever thoughts about you had been running in his head, and gave you a sheepish smile, realizing how long he'd been staring at you again.
"Oh...yeah. I was just…distracted."
"Distracted by me, I hope..." You say playfully, nudging gently with your elbow.
Tom's heart jumped for a moment at your words, and he hoped his facial expression would give away nothing. He had to remain casual and calm, no matter what.
He forced a small chuckle at your words, and playfully rolled his eyes at you.
"Please. As if I'd be distracted by you." He teased, his eyes never leaving your face.
"Ouch. Way to be nice, Head Boy. " You tease back, pouting a little in mock-offence, your stubborn and competitive streak flaring up a little.
Tom couldn't help the small smirk that appeared on his face as you said that. Your expression was so teasing, with your feigned offence, small pout, and those sparkling eyes of yours.
He couldn't understand why you had to be so attractive when you did that. How was he supposed to remain cool and indifferent when you did that?
"Oh, come on…I'm just teasing, you know that." He says, giving you a small smirk.
"Really? I never knew you had it in you, Riddle.." You quip back, a hint of playful sarcasm lacing your tone, suppressing your own smile from upturning your lips.
Tom sighs dramatically at your words.
"Must you be so cruel, Miss Angelo?"
You were being so playful and teasing and witty, and he loved it. He loved the way you could smile and joke and just be lighthearted. For a little while, he wasn't thinking about anything else. He just wanted to sit and talk to you.
"I can be nice, you know. At some point."
Tom says, a small smirk on his face. He tried not to think about how he wanted to stay here, just sitting next to you. Talking about absolutely anything.
"Sure. At some point." You repeat amusedly, a small grin on your lips.
A/N- I'm so sorry I was caught up with some work so I couldn't post this sooner 😭
In which reader is a pureblood Slytherin from a rich Italian family. Assume that the Italian Wizarding World has a Sacred-13 with Italian last names. Also your last name is Angelo, though you can swap it out for whatever you like <3.
TW- Fluff, pining.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7 (end)
credits to @cafekitsune for the graphics on this post <3.
