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(she/her) just a 23 yr old trying to stay a teenage girl as long as she can. working college student, scorpio sun, long time swiftie and friends fan, cat mom, no hate welcome here! <3

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cruel summer | t.nott 7/31

afterglow | m.riddle 8/06

you are in love | t.nott 8/09

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twilight 3

i apologize for not posting but here’s this pls forgive me - obviously i’ve been in a paul lahote frenzy so this is basically a wolfpack rec list

personal fav 💐

masterlists:

masterlist @sethsclearwater

masterlist @findmeinforks

paul lahote:

distance makes the heart grow fonder @ervotica

where do we go @fashionteahouse

the prophecy @jogetsobsessed

lash out @everlesslahote1

stay part two @findmeinforks 💐💐

the tortured fangirls department - my boy only breaks his favorite toys part two @agreeewrites 💐

the one @lunajay33

request @prettypinkporkchop 💐

scared of losing you @bless-my-demons 💐

pretty @fashionteahouse

embry hall:

reassured insecurities @wolfpackenthusiast

jacob black:

steady steps @prettypinkporkchop

the porches view @mossingvines

[nottyoursbutmine]

so i reread my writings and they’re actually pretty good

should i………go back to….writing?

no

yes

Voting ended onMar 12, 2025

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whoever said no your moms a hoe

but yay time to get writing!!! feel free to request!

[nottyoursbutmine]

so i reread my writings and they’re actually pretty good

should i………go back to….writing?

no

yes

Voting ended onMar 12, 2025

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More Than a Gut Feeling

Pairing: soulmate!Theo Nott x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Based on this request! :)

TW: none, just unlawful amounts of fluff

Featuring: Theo, Draco, Mattheo, Pansy, Lorenzo, Blaise

Summary: Transferring schools in your fifth year is overwhelming enough. But when you find yourself seemingly tethered to a Slytherin boy, you start to wonder… Did you come to Hogwarts by choice? Or did someone lead you here?

“And there was fog, and dust, and all I could see was this hand reaching out for me-”

“Bloody hell Theo, please, we get it. You smoked before bed and had trippy dreams,” Pansy complains, cutting him off from his hazy explanation. She turns to you and rolls her eyes, expressing her disdain.

It’s a typical Monday breakfast in the Great Hall for the Slytherin lads, except they have you now. They’ve recently (and graciously) taken you under their wing after you transferred schools in your fifth year.

Though you’re still adjusting to your surroundings at Hogwarts, your new friends have made the transition easier.

“I didn’t smoke before bed, bastardo,” he replies, lunging slightly towards her in annoyance.

Your eyes linger on Theo for a moment, his dream piquing your interest for some reason. There’s something about it that feels… familiar.

But you shake it off as deja vu in order to move past it. The last thing you want right now is to stand out amongst your new peers.

It’s only been a week since you arrived, but the connection you have with Theodore is unlike the others, and they are starting to notice.

Like when you first met, and the both of you were each holding a hardcover copy of your mutual favorite poetry book.

And a couple days later, when you turned your head to greet him as he was several yards behind you in the hallway, before he even called your name.

And yesterday, when you watched him win the first quidditch match you’d seen because the golden snitch hovered over you the entire time.

“I wish I could remember my dreams like that,” you respond, adding a touch of understanding to the conversation.

Theo’s head turns in the direction of your soft voice, like his gaze is attached to it somehow.

Blaise looks between the two of you, eyebrows raised in suspicion.

Suddenly and smoothly, Mattheo nudges you with his elbow and leans in close to your ear.

“If you dreamt of me, you would.” He smirks, laughing to himself and earning a light smack on the chest from Lorenzo. You notice Theo’s expression turn a smidge darker, something new looming in his eyes.

Lorenzo comments. “You really do ruin everything. You’re like, the king of ruining everything.”

Draco scoffs at Mattheo’s quip and places his hands on the table to signify that it’s time to leave for class. “Come on, Mattheo. Let’s not traumatize the new girl.”

Draco throws an apologetic glance your way.

“Please don’t listen to this child.” He spits out the last few words with haste.

When you look at Theo, you find him still staring at you with a hint of wonder and confusion.

You blush, feeling the crimson warmth spreading from one cheek to another. You reach down to grab your bag and make your way to potions class with the rest of the group.

—

Today’s lesson is, surprisingly, something you’ve already learned at your previous school. And thank the gods, because something about Theo’s dream has your attention caught like a fly in a web.

You imagine his vision, the fog and the reaching. You look down to your own hand, your brows furrowing as you continue to rack your brain. The longer you look at your hand, the more convinced you are that…

No. You just met him a week ago… there’s no way.

But that’s not it. It’s the other dreams he’s mentioned in the past few days, too. One where he’s at Durmstrang looking for someone, another where he’s trying to find them on the Hogwarts Express, but he doesn’t know who he’s following.

Who he’s looking for.

You can’t help but compare them to your own dreams, strikingly, eerily similar.

You recount images of them, scouring through empty train cabins and following the sound of alluring footsteps in your former school.

A tug on your ponytail pulls you out of your distraction, the slight pain guiding your stare. A sea of giggles spreads through the class as you watch Professor Snape’s hand return to his side.

“Miss Y/L/N, I suspect you were the potions teacher at Durmstrang with the way you ignore my curriculum.” Snape retorts, his stern voice closer than you were expecting.

But one particular laugh catches your ears, the corners of your mouth turning up at the sound of it. Your eyes land on Theo, and something about his expression makes your heart skip a beat.

“Tsk tsk, bella,” He whispers, and you bite your lip in response, turning back to your textbook as that damn blush creeps back onto your face.

There’s no denying how unfathomably handsome this man is when he smiles at you, because of you.

Your desk partner, Draco, looks to Theo and then back to you in bewilderment.

“I can never get him to joke around like that,” He says to you. “I’ll be damned if he fancies you more than me already.”

You smile back to Draco, returning the playful demeanor. “Oh, I bet he just adores you.” You respond loud enough so Theo can hear behind you.

You don’t have to turn around to see the bashful smirk on Theo’s face.

—

That night, you toss and turn more than usual. A wild dream keeps you trapped in slumber, unable to relinquish you from it until your roommate, Pansy, physically shakes you awake.

“I’m right here, you oaf!” Pansy yells, her hands squeezing your shoulders as you urgently sit up in bed.

“What? What are you doing? Why are you yelling?” You ask, genuinely lost. The beads of sweat trickle down your temple.

“You don’t remember just now when you were asking ‘Where are you?’ a thousand times in your own sleep?” She responds, her eyes widening with each word.

And then it hits you, the images of your dream. That laugh, a gentle breeze, and a-

“Paper crane?” Pansy asks, looking down into your lap with eyes like headlights.

You slowly look down, afraid to reveal to yourself what lays in your grasp. In your palm is a small, crumpled paper crane. Your baffled stare freaks her out, her hands retracting from your sides.

“What the filthy fuck is that?!” Pansy yells, but her voice sounds quite distant to you as you try desperately to get a hold on reality.

But you know. You know what this is, and you know how you got it. Accepting this fact is like swallowing glass.

“I brought something out of my dream,” you whisper, your breath picking up in pace and weight. The thought is sending you reeling, your brain suddenly racing yet devoid at the same time, unwilling to connect the dots.

“How is this even possible?” You ask yourself.

Pansy continues rambling on, asking you endless questions.

But you can’t seem to shake the idea that this item didn’t exist before you fell asleep last night.

—

After long deliberation, and a real pull back to reality, you manage to get yourself dressed and out the door. But the mental picture of this thing takes up most of the space in your mind that day, haunting you each time you think of it.

It’s not until Divination class, your last period, that things somehow become even more unsettling.

Professor Trelawney begins a lesson about the influence of dreams in real life and the messages they can send to the dreamer.

“Dreams, they can be so powerful. They can point you in specific directions, impact your decisions, make you see the truth.”

Her shakey, ominous voice echoes through your head, her words bouncing off the walls of your skull as you feel around in your pocket for the mysterious object. When you feel the edges of the paper graze your skin, you gently pull it out and place it on the corner of your desk.

From the table over, Theo absentmindedly observes you, your movement guiding his trailing eyes. He sees the object in front of you, but it takes him a second to register what it is, that curious little thing.

He squints, then performs a stunning double take. And when he’s finally able to identify it…

Everything changes.

“Oh… my… god…” Theo whispers, his heart dropping into his stomach like an anchor. His body goes into a state of utter disbelief and stillness. His eyes piercing white and his face ghostly pale as he struggles to grasp the scene in front of him.

Mattheo notices Theo’s knuckles white against the desk and chimes in to check on his friend.

“Mate, you alright? You look like Enzo after a Friday night at the Three–”

But before Mattheo can finish asking, Theo suddenly stands up and gains the attention of everyone in class by the sound of his bench skidding backwards on the floor.

Professor Trelawney’s gaze shifts from Theo to you as she locates the focus point of his unrelenting stare. She offers to take him to the infirmary as he looks “unwell.”

But Theo shakes his head, places his hand over his heart, and silently dashes out of the classroom.

Pansy’s head slowly turns to you with a look of complete perplexity.

“Better go check on Rome, new girl,” she mutters under her breath, referencing Theo’s hometown. She gestures her head in the direction of the door.

You nod hesitantly, soon following in his footsteps and ignoring any questions from your teacher.

—

When you make it to the hallway, you find Theo pacing back and forth, his hand still placed over his heart as if to stop it from exploding. But when he sees you, it only gets more difficult.

You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off before you can even inhale.

“Where in seven hells did you get that paper crane?!” He asks, stopping in his tracks. The conversation continues in bouts of interrupting each other.

“Theodore, I-”

“Don’t call me that, that’s not what you call me in-”

“In what?”

“In my-”

Then a pause. A tense, incredible pause. A stare down.

He continues. “Nothing, it’s mind numbingly mad,”

You take a step towards him, but something in your chest suddenly becomes achingly heavy. In response, you place a hand over your heart, just like Theo is.

In your free hand, you unfold your fingers to reveal the paper crane. His eyes land on it, the shock of it still trapping every fiber of his being.

“You…” you start, the weight in your chest transforms from a brick to a block of anvil with each word.

When you’re within arms length of each other, he manages to reach out, the struggle evident on his face. He fights to finish your sentence for you.

“Made this. Gave this… to you, last night.” He explains, his voice dragging as you notice his hand now gripping his shirt in a fist from the sheer pain in his chest.

“Theo… I think we aren’t dreaming of each other,” you suggest, taking time to breathe between thoughts. The weight on your heart is now seemingly unbearable.

“We’re dreaming with each other,” you say, and just as you finish the thought, Theo’s fingers touch the paper crane in your hand, a graze that feels like lightning.

And just then, as the object fuses the touch of two destined souls, a small clad of thunder emits from between you that only you two can hear. The pains in your chests implode, a knee-dropping sensation of light and warmth replacing it.

Like dynamite in your hearts.

“Bella,” Theo’s hoarse voice is laced with a sincerity that sounds like liquid gold to your ears. There’s no way to describe the feeling inside you right now, this fantastic blend of energies and desires.

The only thing you do know is that it’s burning at both ends, like a charring rope.

“I think… I was meant to find you, cara mia. Gods I sound mental,” he shakes his head, embarrassment written all over his face. To his surprise, he finds your hand gently caressing his cheek, guiding his gaze back to yours.

“Then maybe we both need to visit the infirmary, because I’ve only just arrived here and for some reason I can’t fathom a minute away from you.”

Relief washes over him as he drinks in your words, and the stunning sight of you confessing the very same sentiment he, too, harbors.

Your heart rate quickens as you feel an arm snake around your lower back, out of your line of sight. This feels strangely comfortable, like you’ve felt it for a lifetime already.

“Y/N…” he beckons, his forehead dropping to rest on yours. “I can’t ask you to be mine, because I think someone, or something, else already decided that.” He jokes, the huff from his laugh hitting your face.

The sight of both your smiles is what shifts everything into place. Everything, all at once. And then, your fists are the ones gripping his shirt, pulling his lips onto yours.

The paper crane falls to the ground between you as your lips move against each other, his hands exploring your back like they’re hunting for treasure. The magnitude of this kiss surpasses any other you’ve shared in the past.

Chills run up and down your body, like it’s finally found its home. Its match. His fingers grasp your hair lightly, keeping you in place as he kisses you with vigor.

He pulls away, looking at you like you’re his most prized possession.

“You’re more than a gut feeling, tesoro.” He confesses, earning another kiss from you. This one feels like an aftershock, the aftermath of the impact of your newfound, yet momentous intimacy.

You nod your head in understanding, barely able to form a coherent sentence at the moment.

“Did you… feel that, Theo?” You question, sending a glimmer of hope his way.

“Yes, like… fireworks?” He asks back. He takes your hand and places it on his chest once again, and you swear you could feel the butterflies erupting from inside.

Behind you, a mess of rushed footsteps make their entrance, accompanied by a couple of stern voices.

“These two, I swear…” Blaise complains, shaking his head and catching his breath.

“What in the Merlin-loving fuck is going on here?” Lorenzo sneers, his expression a mix of urgency and frustration.

But you two never broke that stare, that ruthless, solid stare. Instead you beam at each other as you scramble to put the answer into words.

“Fireworks.”

—

That night, you wander the grounds of Hogwarts together as Mattheo, Draco, and Pansy watch you from the Astronomy Tower. The three of them convene to discuss.

“You reckon she used a love potion?” Mattheo suggests, earning another smack on the arm.

“No, you bloody fool. They’re like, tethered or something.” She attempts to convey the notion to the boys, but they just don’t get it.

“Are we tethered then, doll?” Draco jokingly asks Pansy.

“In your dreams, mate.” Mattheo responds, taking a drag from his cigarette. She responds while picturing the paper crane she found in your lap that one fated morning last week.

“You’d be surprised how accurate that is.”

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𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

fluff| Tom Riddle | ༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.| | Tom Riddle Masterlist | Masterlist

Summary: After their first hesitant embrace, Tom Riddle calls Y/N back, desperate for the closeness he pretends to disdain. Pulling her gently into his arms, Tom confesses in a quiet moment of vulnerability that he liked the hug—and never wants to let go. Authors Note: Part two of A moment of vulnerability :) which was requested by anon.

The castle halls were silent, save for the faint whisper of wind rattling through the cracks in the stone. Y/N had just returned to her room when she heard it—Tom’s voice, low but unmistakable, calling her name from the doorway.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice almost unfamiliar in its vulnerability.

Surprised, she turned, her hand still on the handle of her door. “Tom?”

He was standing a few steps away, his eyes darker than usual, but not in their typical calculating way. This time, they held something else—something raw. His fingers lightly gripped his robe, as if unsure of what to do next. Y/N had never seen him this way, not Tom, not the boy who always had an answer, always controlled every situation.

“I need to talk to you,” he murmured, but his tone betrayed him. It wasn’t just words he wanted. There was a longing in his voice, a rare glimpse of the boy beneath the layers of composure.

Y/N took a hesitant step toward him. “Is everything alright?”

Tom's eyes flickered to the floor for a brief second, a movement so quick she almost missed it. Then, without answering, he took a step closer to her, his hand gently tugging at the edge of her robe, as if trying to pull her to him without asking. It wasn’t forceful, but the intention was clear. He needed her close.

She let him guide her, her heartbeat quickening as the distance between them closed. Before she could say anything, Tom slipped his arms around her, pulling her into him with a quiet urgency. His touch was less hesitant this time, less unsure. His hand found the small of her back while the other gently cradled the back of her head, pulling her deeper into his embrace.

For a moment, they stood there in the stillness, his breath warm against her neck as he exhaled shakily, his usual control faltering. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his waist, holding him just as tightly, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, the tension melting from his body the longer they stood together.

“I liked it,” Tom whispered suddenly, so softly she almost didn’t hear it. His voice was low, raspy, barely above a breath, and his lips were close to her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Y/N blinked, her heart skipping at the rare admission from him. “You did?” she asked, her voice equally soft.

His arms tightened slightly, as if the admission had cost him something, as if saying the words made him feel vulnerable in a way he didn’t understand. “I don’t… understand it,” he continued, his words slow, measured. “But when I held you, it was…”

He trailed off, but the meaning lingered between them, heavy and unspoken.

Y/N waited, giving him the time he needed, and in that silence, he leaned in closer, his cheek brushing against hers as he spoke the next words like a confession. “I don’t ever want to let go.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, and she held him tighter, resting her chin on his shoulder. She could feel his body relaxing against hers, as if he had finally allowed himself to fully surrender to the moment, to her.

“You don’t have to,” she whispered back, her voice gentle, soothing.

Tom pressed his forehead against her temple, sinking deeper into her embrace. His heart, which had been racing in his chest, began to slow, the steady rhythm calming him in a way he hadn’t thought possible. He stayed quiet for a long moment, just holding her, his hands gripping her robe as though he feared she might slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

For someone so used to control, to pushing people away, Tom found himself clinging to Y/N like she was his lifeline. He inhaled deeply, her scent filling his senses, grounding him in the moment.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered, though there was no venom in his words, only the faintest hint of a smile against her skin. “How can something so… unnecessary feel like this?”

Y/N chuckled softly, her fingers gently tracing small circles on his back. “Maybe it’s not so unnecessary after all.”

Tom let out a small, almost defeated sigh, his voice soft and resigned. “Maybe not.”

He stayed there for what felt like forever, unwilling to break the moment, unwilling to let go. For the first time, he didn’t feel the need to put up walls or hide behind his usual indifference. In her arms, he could simply be.

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just friends.

a mattheo riddle x reader fic

summary: fluffy, friends to lovers. lots of kissing, a little jealousy. lavender being annoying.

''stop scooching around'' he mumbles, putting his hands on my waist to keep me from moving.

''sorry... its small in here...'' i say, taking a deep breath to hide how insanely nervous i am. mattheo and i are at the weekly slytherin party held in the common room. and of course, everybody including myself, are very drunk and started playing games.

and so here i am, stuck in the closet with my best friend, whom i have been crushing on an insane amount for the past three months, for seven minutes. our friendship is so, so precious to me, hence why i have not made a move or told him how i felt. also the insane fear of rejection, but mostly ruining that friendship.

but its getting harder to hide it, harder to deny how insanely in love with him i am. i find it most hard when there are girls flirting with him in front of my eyes, which in fact has been happening all night. the only person that know about my feelings is pansy. so of course, she voted me and mattheo to be in the closet together.

i should also mention, i have never even so much as kissed a guy. never held hands with a guy, never even cuddled with one. so that adds perfectly on top of the nerves i'm already feelings as his big hands grip my waist.

''it's dark in here, i can't even see you.'' he mumbles, standing even closer to me, my back pressed up against him.

i groan, covering my face as i feel it warm up.

''what's wrong, pretty? am i making you nervous?'' he teases, like always.

''shut up.'' i whisper yell, turning around so that i was a little more in control of just how close i was to him. i look up, only the light creeping through the door making his pretty face visible. he is of course wearing a cheeky grin, cheeks a little flushed from alcohol.

''i knew i'd end up in here with someone, but i did not think it'd be you.'' he giggles, and my face goes even more red. i am thankful it's dark in here.

''why? did you wish it was lavender or something?'' i mumble, grimacing at the thought of her. she's been undeniably obsessed with him for ages now. and nothing irritates me more.

''i'm surprised she isn't knocking this door down now as we speak.'' he rolls his eyes dramatically.

i groan a little, ''yeah, me too.'' i snap slightly.

''ooo, someone's jealous.'' he teases again, smirking as he steps a little closer to me, his hands creeping up my waist. i almost pass out.

''n-no!! obviously not.'' i exclaim, trying to hide my face.

''oh please, you are!''

'nope.''

''you must be''

''nope.''

''not even a little bit?''

''mattheo!!''

''sorry, sorry..''

i sigh, looking up at him for a second with crossed arms.

''i wouldn't be.. y'know, opposed if you were, you know.'' he says, a little suspiciously. i raise an eyebrow.

''you.. you'd like it if i was jealous?'' i say, quietly and nervously.

''maybe a little...'' he says, raising one hand to rest on the side of my face. his thumb brushes my cheek.

''m-mattheo, what are yo-''

''shhh.'' he whispers, ''tell me to stop..'' he says, leaning down slowly, before pressing his lips softly onto mine, just pecking me ever so slightly. he pulls back, trying to look for any distaste on my face, but only finding rosy cheeks and shut eyes.

he presses his lips back onto mine, a little more firm this time, stepping closer to me to pull me in, i kiss back, letting my body relax and melt into the kiss and him. god, him. he's perfect.

i fall even harder.

''times up!!'' i hear pansy yell, the lock on the door jiggles and we jump away from each other, both blushing and flustered messes. pansy opens the door with a smirk, ''did u have fun, lovebirds?'' she giggles. ''don't worry, i'm sure you'll get a turn back in there together at some point.'' she winks.

mattheo smiles at me, a little giddy and lovesick. i blush even more, as we both walk out and sit back down in the circle with all our friends.

lavender scoffs. ''ok. my turn''. she snaps, grabbing the bottle and spinning it. mattheo keeps his eyes on mine the entire time, as i nervously try and avoid all eye contact.

for a second i'm too shocked to even realize who the bottle lands on for lavender. but of course, who other than mattheo. i'm sure she charmed the bottle to definitely land on him. my heart drops, as i quickly look over at him. he looks over at me, ''uh, i don't really think we should lavender...'' mattheo says.

pansy smirks, nudging me with her elbow. ''what happened in there?'' she whispers excitedly. i don't answer though, i stay watching lavender and mattheo intently.

''this is the game mattheo. come on, it'll be fun.'' she exclaims, standing up and walking over it the closet, waiting for him. he glances at me again, ''i won't kiss her..'' he says to me quickly, standing up and joining her.

''oh god'' i mumble, stomach turning a little at the thought of them alone in there. i glance at pansy, ''what is happening'' i whisper in a panic.

i'm just completely and utterly in shock. i kissed him. now he's in there with her. does he like me back? he was the one who kissed me first. and he also said he isn't going to kiss lavender in there. but does he truly mean it? what if she kisses him? i dot want her to kiss him!

i groan, grabbing more alcohol in hopes of calming my nerves.

''calm down, it's going to be okay'' pansy whispers, wrapping her arm over my shoulder.

seven minutes later, mattheo bursts out, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and he doesn't look happy. ''don't you ever pull that shit again'' he snaps at her, coming to sit on the other side of me. i take a breath in, looking over at him.

''you okay?'' i whisper to him.

''i promise i didn't kiss her, when we got in there i told her to just stay on one end and i'd stay the other, but she kind of forced herself onto me and kissed me a-and i pushed her away and came straight out when she did'' he scrambles out.

''no no it's okay, i-i mean even if you did you're allowed..''

''but i don't want to..'' he mumbles. ''oh'' i say, trying to hide my happiness as i hide my smile. he grins at me, a little cheeky grin again.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

after more drinks, more people in the closet, it was mattheo's turn again. he glances at me, winking a little as he spins it and of course, it lands on me.

i gulp.

''what are the chances!!'' pansy exclaims, smiling mischievously at me. i narrow my eyes, suspicious of her.

''c'mon pretty girl'' he mumbles, grabbing my hands and pulling me into the closet again. i try to hide my anxiety, my shyness as he shuts the door and it gets locked.

''i told pansy to come and get us in 20 minutes, by the way. she's going to distract everybody else to play another game, i just wanted some time alone with you'' he says softly, stepping closer to me.

i look up at him. ''i'm sorry if i'm being.. too nervous or anything.. but you know i haven't done any of this before...'' i say softly, smiling a little.

''it's okay, pretty. i know..'' he says gently, tucking some hair behind my ear. ''i'm sorry for, y'know, kissing you out of nowhere. i've managed to stop myself one hundred times before, but you just looked so pretty and... we were alone'' he rambles. ''i just.. i really like you'' he says, smiling at me. ''if that wasn't obvious by now'' he giggled.

my heart just soars out of my chest. ''i like you! too, i mean'' i stuttered.

he sighs, ''god. you're cute'' he presses a soft kiss against my forehead. he then leans down. pressing his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes.

''i lied by the way, i don't just like you. i'm definitely pathetically in love with you.'' he murmurs, before leaning down and connecting our lips together again. firmer, this time, more desperate.

i moan lightly as he kisses me, just urging him on more as he kisses me more and more, his hands holding me as close to him as i can be. my hands grip onto his shirt, as his tongue lightly brushes against my bottom lip. the kiss only gets deeper, and more intense.

''god, i love you'' he practically whimpers against my lips.

i pull back for a breath, as he stares at me so needy, so desperate. something just ignites inside of me, whether it be alcohol, excitement, being insanely in love, or maybe al three.

''i love you, so, so much'' i whisper, stroking my thumb across his rosy cheeks, as he looks at me a little breathless.

''not to come on too strong but if this doesn't mean you're my girlfriend now i might jump out of the windo-''

''yes it means i'm your girlfriend!'' i cut him off eagerly, with a giggle.

''perfect'' he smirks, pressing a soft kiss on my lips again. ''so... wanna go up to my dorm and make out all night?'' he shrugs.

''absolutely''.

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i hope this was okay :3 thank u all for the love on my last 2 fics, it makes me so so happy. love u angels x

[ariaxmu-deactivated20241009]

you’re… oblivious!!

a small mattheo riddle x fem! reader fic. friends to lovers.

summary: everybody in the school knows mattheo likes you… except you. very oblivious reader. thinks he just does this to every girl. fluffy with perhaps a tiny amount of angst.

“y/n! get back here.” i say someone snap, to which i turn around confused, seeing mattheo motioning me to go down a secluded hallway. i follow quietly, before he stops and turns around.

“what is this i hear about you going to hogsmeade with some random guy this weekend?” he says, face harderning as he crosses his arms, looking down at me.

i smile softly. “yeah! i was asked on an actual real life date!!” i squeal.

he clenches his jaw. “with who?” he asks, pretending to not sound so furious.

“just this ravenclaw guy.. you wouldn’t know him” i say gently.

“you drive me insane.” he breaths out a laugh, pinching inbetween his brows as he calms down. “do you not realise what i’m putting down here?” he says, “just how clear am i going to have to make this for you?” he steps a little closer.

“i don’t know.. but have class to go to.”

“no no no, you’re not going anywhere until we’ve sorted this out” mattheo exclaims, pulling me further down the hallway for more privacy.

“do you- do you not realise how i act around you?” he says softly, sitting down on the windowsill beside me.

“yes, you act the same as you act around everybody.”

“you couldn’t be more incorrect.”

“w- hey! i’m completely right.” i say, pouting as i cross my arms.

“oh for the love of god” mattheo stares with a love sick gaze, whilst i pout and put my parts on.

“what? you act no different when you’re with me compared to anybody else.”

“okay i’ve had enough, listen. i write notes for you when you aren’t in class when i don’t even write myself notes, i spend time in the library because i know you’ll be there. i follow you around like a lost puppy sometimes because i just want to be near you. i have tried to ask you out on dates millions of times but you just don’t see it. i’m doing all of this to make. a. move. on. you.” he says, fast but passionately.

my eyes widen as i stare at him, a little stunned. it all makes sense now.

“i carry your books for you, i give you my hoodies when it’s cold, i always make sure you’re asleep before i go to sleep in case you need me, i talk to people about you, i just- god i like you so, so much” he practically whimpers, desperate for me to say something or do something.

i stare at him for one moment more, before saying. “uh… i need to cancel the hogsmeade date this weekend then.” i say with red flushed cheeks.

“yeah; you better.” he says sternly.

“and i think also id like to kiss you”

“yeah you fucking better.” he steps closer, admiring my face for one second, before his hands reach up to my face to press his lips softly onto mine, only for a second before pulling back to check if i was okay.

for an answer i press lips back onto his, harder and more passionately this time. my arms wrapping around his neck, his holding onto my waist and lower back.

“mmmf, finally” he mumbles against my lips.

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just a small one but also kinda cute :3 thanks for reading!! send me requests through inbox.

love u guys tyty <33

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[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

ridiculously in love

pair: Fred Weasley x reader

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It was a quiet afternoon at the Burrow. The warm, golden light of the late summer sun spilled through the windows, casting a soft glow over the cluttered yet cozy living room. Y/N sat curled up on the couch, a worn blanket draped over her legs as she absentmindedly flipped through a book, though her attention wasn’t on the pages. Instead, her thoughts were on Fred Weasley, who had disappeared upstairs nearly an hour ago, leaving her in the silence of the Weasley household.

As if on cue, Y/N heard the familiar creak of the stairs, and soon enough, Fred appeared, a cheeky grin on his face. His ginger hair was a little tousled, as if he had just finished plotting something mischievous with George. But right now, there was a softness in his eyes that was reserved just for her.

"Miss me?" he teased, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed.

Y/N looked up, her lips curling into a smile. "Maybe a little," she replied playfully, closing her book and setting it aside. Fred's grin widened as he sauntered over, sitting down beside her on the couch and immediately pulling her into his arms. She snuggled into his chest, the familiar scent of him—spices and a hint of something sweet—filling her senses. His hand found its way to her hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"I missed you," he murmured, his voice softer now, the teasing edge gone. "An hour away from my girl is too long."

Y/N chuckled, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was soothing, and she closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his embrace. "You’re ridiculous, Fred Weasley."

"Ridiculously in love with you, maybe," he said, tilting her chin up so he could press a kiss to her lips, soft and lingering. When he pulled back, his eyes sparkled with affection, his thumb brushing gently across her cheek. "But I think you already knew that."

Y/N blushed, her heart fluttering in her chest as she looked up at him. No matter how many times Fred said things like that, it never failed to make her feel like the luckiest person in the world. He had a way of making her feel cherished, like she was the only person that mattered in the room.

"I love you too," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, but she knew Fred heard her by the way his expression softened even more. He wrapped his arms around her tighter, pulling her close until there was no space between them. For a long moment, they stayed like that, tangled together on the couch in a cocoon of warmth and love. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them, wrapped up in each other. Fred’s fingers traced soothing patterns along Y/N’s back, and every now and then, he’d press a soft kiss to her forehead or the tip of her nose, making her giggle.

"You’re so cute when you giggle," Fred murmured, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke.

"Stop it," she protested weakly, though she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

"Never," he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I’m on a mission to make you laugh every single day for the rest of our lives."

Y/N’s heart swelled at the thought, and she tilted her head up to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring the moment. His lips were soft against hers, moving in perfect sync, and she felt like she could stay like this forever—just the two of them, wrapped up in each other.

When they finally broke apart, Fred rested his forehead against hers, their noses brushing. "You make me so happy, Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely audible, like it was a secret meant only for her.

She smiled, her fingers gently tracing the freckles across his cheeks. "You make me happy too, Fred."

They stayed like that, wrapped up in the warmth of each other’s embrace, the world outside forgotten. It was just them, in this moment, and nothing else mattered. Time seemed to stretch and bend, and Y/N wished she could stay here forever, in the arms of the boy who had stolen her heart.

Fred shifted slightly, pulling her even closer—if that was possible—and tucked her head under his chin. "I’m not letting you go," he mumbled, his voice thick with contentment. "Ever."

Y/N smiled against his chest, her fingers lightly tracing the patterns on his jumper. "I’m not going anywhere," she whispered back, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his skin against hers. "I’m right here."

And that was exactly where she wanted to be—right there, in Fred Weasley’s arms, wrapped up in love, warmth, and endless affection.

[nottyoursbutmine]

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[suugarbabe]

just friends | m.r. x reader

prompt: Can you do a Mattheo riddle friends to lovers. And Draco asks you out then Mattheo gets jealous and him and Draco have a fight and you help clean all his cuts and stuff? If you can’t that’s fine though ❤️

warnings: mentions of blood, angst, fluff

word count: ~1.5k

a/n: i forgot about the requests i had saved in my google doc so here's one sorry guys.

People thought you and Mattheo being best friends was odd at first. Upon first meeting, people assumed you were quiet and sweet and slow to anger. However when a girl tried to push you around in second year and you landed a hard right hook to her nose, people stopped questioning your friendship and started questioning when you guys were going to start dating. 

You both often played those comments off, saying you were best friends nothing more. Not knowing the other was desperate for the change in relationship status. 

So when Draco asked you to Hogsmead one weekend, you didn’t really have a reason to say no. However when Mattheo found out, he had a less than pleasant response. 

“Are you seriously going with him?” Mattheo was ripping pieces of parchment and throwing them in the fire. You laid across the couch, handing him a new sheet of parchment when he’d finish the other. 

“It’s just Hogsmead, Teo. I’m not betrothed to your cousin,” you tried to sound nonchalant about the whole thing. Mattheo was grumbling in response. 

You sat up on your elbows, “What was that?” Mattheo shook his head, standing up from the floor, “Nothing. Have fun with cousin, tomorrow. Can’t wait to hear all about it.” 

He walked off towards the hall, sounding very much like a stomping toddler and not like he was excited to hear about how your date went tomorrow afternoon. You huffed out an annoyed sigh, deciding to head back to your own dorm. Pansy was sitting atop her bed when you came in and slammed the door behind you. 

“Care to tell the doctor why you’re so peeved?” Pansy sat up at the head of her bed. You groaned, flopping yourself face first on her mattress, mumbling into her duvet. “Come again, dear?” 

You rolled over, staring at the top of her four poster, “Mattheo is being an arsehole.” Pansy couldn’t help but snort, “Tell me something new, Y/n/n.” You groaned again, “He’s never an arse to me, like never ever. Not like he just was. I don’t know what his problem is. Shouldn’t he be happy that my date is at least with someone he knows and likes? I could’ve had a date with Diggory, or even,” you faked a gag, “Potter.” 

Pansy couldn’t help the laugh that emitted from her throat, “I think you’re reaction alone let’s everyone know that the latter would never be an option.” You smiled weakly at her, “Yeah, suppose you’re right.” You sat up now, tucking your feet under you, “I just don’t get what the big deal is. He’s adamant that he and I are just friends, so why get mad when I finally get a date?” 

Pansy looked at you dumbfounded, “Y/n/n, please tell me you’re not that daft.” Your jaw dropped slightly, “What do you mean?” It was Pansy’s turn to groan, “If you can’t see it, I’m not telling you. You’re just going to have to pay more attention.”

You sighed out in annoyance, getting up from her bed and changing into your pyjamas. Pansy dropped the subject, as did you. You laid your head down on your pillow, doing your best to get Mattheo’s judgemental tone out of your mind, which only caused your dreams to be filled with him. 

Your trip to Hogsmead was actually really nice. Draco was a complete gentleman, helping you into and out of the carriage, holding the doors open for you, buying your favorite candies, even buying your lunch and butter beer. 

On the ride back in the carriage, you thanked Draco for a lovely afternoon. He smiled shyly, “Of course, Y/n/n. A beautiful girl like you deserves to be given all the attention and doted on dutifully.” You smiled bashfully, “You’re very kind, Draco.” Draco reached for your hand as you stepped out of the carriage at the doors of the castle. 

You took it, thanking him again as you stepped back to the ground. You opened your mouth to say something when suddenly Draco was ripped from in front of you. You took a shocked step back, trying to focus on the two bodies rolling around on the ground when you noticed it was Mattheo that attacked him. 

Draco and Mattheo were landing blows back and forth. While Mattheo was a few months younger, he was larger, muscular wise than Draco. You worried a bit for Draco, but when he landed an elbow in Mattheo’s ribs, causing him to roll off Draco, the blonde boy stood, walking toward you. 

You opened your mouth to apologize, but Draco cut you off, wiping the blood from his bottom lip, “You two need to sort whatever the fuck you are.” He turned back to look at Mattheo getting up from the ground before turning back to you, “I suggest you take him back to your dorm and clean him up. Have a fucking conversation.” 

You looked back toward Mattheo, who was now looking at the ground. You walked over, grabbing his wrist, “C’mon, Teo. I’ll clean you up.” The walk back to your dorm was silent sans for the sound of both your boots on the corridor floors. When you got to your dorm you led him to the edge of your bed, motioning for him to sit while you got some supplies from the ensuite bathroom. 

When you came back, you opened the first aid kit, grabbing some gauze and soaking it in healing potion. You dabbed the gauze on the bridge of his nose where a fresh cut was now open. Mattheo winced away, “Fucking Salazars dick, Y/n/n, that fucking burns!” 

You grabbed hold of his chin, turning his face toward you again, “Well I wouldn’t even have to do this if you didn’t mindlessly attack Draco. What was that, Teo?” Mattheo avoided your eyes, looking off to the side. 

Your fingers gave his cheeks a gentle squeeze before dabbing his nose again, he winced slightly before meeting your eyes, “You shouldn’t have gone to Hogsmead with him.” You watched as the potion closed the cut on his nose, a pink scar now taking its place. 

You grabbed one of his hands, holding your wand above it, “And why’s that?” Mattheo watched as you waved your wand, quietly muttering a healing spell that closed the cuts over his knuckles leading to fresh scars being formed there, “Because you should have gone with me.” 

Golden brown eyes met yours when you finally looked up, “Teo, we’ve gone to Hogsmead together a bunch of times. Why was this one any different.” Mattheo shook his head, “No, y/n/n, you’re…ugh, you’re not getting it. I don’t want to go with you as your friend. I-I kind of…fancy you.” 

You couldn’t help it when your eyes widened a bit, a small small forming on your face, “You kind of fancy me?” You saw Mattheo’s shoulders physically relax, a smile forming on his lips, “Okay, I really fancy you.” 

You set your wand down on the nightstand before taking a step closer to Mattheo, now fully nestled in between his open legs. “And how long have you really fancied me, Mr. Riddle?” You played with the collar of his t-shirt. You really did love it when Mattheo dressed more casually, you’ll have to tell him. 

Mattheo was feeling more confident now, placing his hands on the backs of your thighs, "Are you gonna hit me if I say a year?" Your eyebrows shot up, "A year? Mattheo Marvelo are you telling me we could've been dating for a year now but you were to wuss to say anything to me?"

At first he opened his mouth to apologize, but his brain quickly made the connections to what your statement alluded, "Y/n Y/m/n, are you saying that you have also fancied me for the last year?"

It was your turn to act reserved, "I mean...yes?" Mattheo's hands on your thighs gave a quick squeeze, causing your to squeal and grab his wrists.

Mattheo smiled at your giggles, now bringing his hands to either side of your face, "Well, looks like we've got lots to make up for, don't we love."

You nodded your head, closing the gap between the two of you, finally allowing your lips to connect with your best friend you've been pining over for the last year

[nottyoursbutmine]

HEARTBREAK IS ONE THING MY EGOS ANOTHER I BEG YOU DONT EMBARRASS ME MOTHERFCKERRRRR

[onlyfreds]

The Lover’s Secret | F.W.

Title: The Lover’s Secret

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: While doing wedding plans, Y/N finds out a secret about her fiancé.

A/N: This fic has been a collab with @an2402lths.I had so much fun writing this with you!

It was a nice summer day. You had just gone back from a little girl’s day out with Ginny and Hermione.

“Freddie! I’m home!” You announced, shutting the door behind you.

You didn't hear a response, which was a bit odd since Fred always answered, you looked for him around the house only to find him in the bedroom you shared with him. He was writing something down which made you curious.

“Hey, Freddie.” You said softly, careful not to startle him

He flinched at the sound of your voice, it was clear he didn't notice when you arrived since he was too busy writing, "H-hey darling, how was your day?" He asked, trying to sound natural but instantly failing.

“It went great, Hermione and I almost splurged at the bookstore.” You said with a small laugh, failing to notice the stutter in his words, “How about you?”

He let out a nervous laugh, "Oh, I was just doing work stuff, nothing out of the ordinary" he said, closing the journal that was resting on his lap.

You playfully squinted your eyes at him, “Is there something wrong honey? You look nervous.”

His eyes widened at your words, "what are you talking about, darling?" He said, his voice changing to full confidence in a second, shocking you a little bit.

You laughed, brushing it off, “Well, you just sound so nervous. I thought there was something going on.”

"I'm not nervous at all, love" he said, scratching the back of his head, when suddenly an idea popped out in his head, "Hey darling, is it okay if we start with the wedding plans? We need to start organizing this thing before it gets a little stressful" he changed the subject, trying to make you forget about his previous antics.

You hummed, noting how quickly he changed the subject as you pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Besides, when was Fred Weasley ever organized?

“Okay then.” You answered, “What did you have in mind?”

"Well I think we should decide the time and place, how many guests are going, the bridesmaids and many stuff" he said, opening up his journal, quickly changing the page he was previously writing on, to subtly going through a new page.

You chuckled, “Slow down hotshot, one at a time. What should we do first?”

He playfully rolled his eyes at you, "Who would be the bridesmaids?" He asked, getting ready to write it down.

“That’s easy.” You said, “Angelina is my maid of honor. Ginny, Hermione, Alicia, Katie and Luna will be my bridesmaids.”

He smiled at your comment, quickly writing it down as you tried to ignore his “unique” style of writing, "The best man will be George of course, and also Lee, Oliver, Harry, Ron and Bill." He finished writing that part, "Where do you want to have the wedding?"

"Of course not, darling" he looked at you fondly, "I was going to say the Burrow too" he winked at you, "how many guests do you want to have? I was thinking about 50 maybe?"

“Make it 50 to 60.” You decided, “Who are we inviting anyway?”

"Our families and closest friends, I was thinking about inviting Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Sprout, since both of them made a bet before we were dating, about when will we finally be together" He recounted, causing the both of you to laugh at the memory.

“Don’t forget Professor Flitwick, he also made a bet. And Madam Pomfrey and Madam Hooch.” You reminded him.

"Let's invite all the professors!" He joked, "What kind of music would you like?" He asked, making a thinking face which made him look a lot more silly, causing you to giggle.

You then thought about it for a moment, “Love songs? It is a wedding after all.”

"Yes, but let's also have a little bit of everything, we have to keep it upbeat, remember?" He winked at you.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him, “Of course.”

"Great" he said, quickly writing it down

“What else?” You asked, running a hand through his hair

He was running out of ideas, he had to be quick, "Hey, do you want to hire one of those muggle DJ's we love?" He gave you a nervous smile

“Sure.” You answered, “Why not? Oh, and what about the theme of the wedding?”

"Well if you let me choose, my theme will be that everyone gets drunk" he said excitedly, winking at you and writing it down as a joke.

You laughed, “So you want me to make a complete fool of myself at our wedding?”

"Darling, I would never let you do that" he said incredulously, "...alone" he teased.

You rolled your eyes at him, “I didn’t know that you kept a journal.”

He was surprised by your changes of subject, but he tried to act as normal as he could, "Oh, this thing?" He said, failing instantly, "This is just a thing for work, not that important" he let out a nervous laugh, "Anyways, let's stick with the wedding plans" he tried to avoid your eyes

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Okay, so if everyone has to get drunk, how will we even remember anything the next day? Besides, I don’t fancy spending my first night married with a drunk husband.”

He laughed at your comment, "That's why I said that we would be the sober ones, besides, it would be HILARIOUS, can you imagine Percy drunk?" He laughed at the thought, jokingly writing it down.

You started laughing, “Oh, I would pay money to see Percy drunk.”

"See? Let me write it down" he said excitedly, but what you noticed is that he kept the journal far away from you, and that he was trying to hide something from you.

You slowly inched your hand in the direction of his journal, while you kept talking, “How about Hermione? Can you imagine how she would be when she’s drunk?”

Fred laughed even harder, not noticing your sudden closeness, "That would be brilliant! Ron would have to take care of her but I reckon he's going to be even more drunk.”

“How about if your parents are drunk.” You mused, your hand an inch away from the journal and all its secrets.

He was too busy laughing while imagining his family in a drunk state, that he didn't notice how close you were to his journal, "I can't wait to see that" he laughed.

“Oh, and imagine if Harry was drunk.” You said with a victorious smile as your fingers grabbed on to the edge of the journal.

It was too late before he noticed your plan, as you quickly grabbed the journal and ran away with it. "Hey! Give it back!" Fred said, a worried tone lacing his voice.

“Why?” You teased, “Don’t want me reading your deepest, darkest secrets?”

His worried face confused you deeply, but what Fred didn't wanted you to know is that the journal was about you, he wrote about you since your first anniversary, there were letters he was too shy to give them to you, he also made lists about little things he loved about you, pictures and many other things. "Love, please give it back" he almost begged, but your curiosity was killing you.

“Okay.” You said, luring him into a false sense of security, “After I read it.”

"Fine, do it. But i can't be here when you read it" he said almost coldly but you could sense a hint of nervousness and worry, then he proceeded to walk to your little garden.

“Hey! Where’re you going?” You asked, now being worried about him, he never acted this way before.

"I'll let you read it, but please don't make me stay and watch you do it." He was clearly embarrassed, trying to avoid your eyes and looking at the ground.

“Why?” You asked, “Look, if it makes you uncomfortable then I won’t read it.”

"It's not that" he said, scratching the back of his head, still not looking at you, "I'm embarrassed that you'll read it." He said, you could notice a slight blush appearing in his cheeks and nose, making him look instantly adorable.

You giggled, “Why?”

"Just read it and you'll find out." he said, almost storming out of the living room, not giving you a chance to answer him.

You ran after him and grabbed his arm, “Come on. I’ve already seen your baby picture. What’s so bad about the journal?”

"You really are stubborn" he laughed, "I'm too embarrassed to tell you, just read it darling, I will be outside if you need me." he said, rushing outside so you couldn't notice how flustered he was getting.

You were confused about what could possibly be in the journal that made the Fred Weasley scared. You actually contemplated on whether or not to read it.

But as Fred said, you were too stubborn, and you already had the journal in your hands, and he basically allowed you to read it. Now it was time for you to get nervous, what was he hiding? But you weren't expecting what you read when you opened it in the first page. It was a collage, there were plenty of pictures of you and Fred throughout the years, your first picture with him as friends, to one you took a week ago.

A small gasp was pulled from you when you turned the page, it was a page filled with pictures of the little trinkets that you gave each other over the years that always had a special meaning.

You turned the page only to find out a list he made, about the things he loves about you.

-Little things I love about Y/n-

• She lights up candles in the middle of the night because she thinks it's romantic

• She sometimes snorts when she laughs (which is adorable)

• She says she doesn't like her laugh (which is stupid so you have to remind her that it's the best sound you've ever heard)

• She frowns when she tries to concentrate

• She talks to the plants like they're real people (and even apologizes when she doesn't give enough attention to one)

• She's just as stubborn as me (sometimes even more)

• You could never get mad at her even if you tried

• Her eyes light up when she talks about something she loves

• She looks like a goddess without even trying

• Her hair is so soft

• She likes to match nail polish with you

• Everytime she laughs is like music to my ears

• But if she ever tells you to stop tickling her, do. It. She will be annoyed af at you in a second (if she's in a bad mood)

• She manages to light up a room with her presence

• She's so precious, I don't even know how I got so lucky to call her mine

• She rarely gets mad or annoyed, so when she does make sure to be there for her, understand her and let her know that she's not alone

Your eyes teared up a little at the list, he remembered every single little thing about you.

You continued to the next page, and you noticed that it wasn't a list, but instead, it was a letter. At first, you were shocked that he didn't gave it to you, but as you read it you realized that he was just too shy to give it to you, because it was about the time he fell in love with you.

Dear Y/N,

I’m pretty sure that I’ll never be able to give this to you in person. But, I can’t keep it away any more. I love you so much. I actually never realized that until now. How your brilliant smile is capable of lighting up even my darkest days. How your laugh is like music to my ears. How you’re always there to cheer me up. I don’t know how I’ve lived my life without you. Even though I know that you’ll never feel the same way. I am still lucky to have you in my life.

Love,

Freddie

You were speechless, you wanted to run where he was to give him a huge hug and laugh at how you were in love with him even before he wrote the letter.

But, being the stubborn one you were. You decided that it could wait and turned the page.

As you turned the page you could see a timeline of your relationship with Fred, he added pictures and important dates, his messy handwriting and how he decorated the journal had you almost melting. Your favorite photos with him were there, and one being when you first got together with him, he was spinning you around in the air while you both were laughing, you didn't know about the existence of that photo until Molly admitted that she took it.

You wondered why Fred feared about you reading the journal. Why would he be so embarrassed since it was so sweet and adorable?

You contusion to read the timeline, he wrote very little detail about your relationship, whether it was when you had your first kiss with him, when you told him you loved him for the first time, when you spent Christmas at the Burrow with his family, when he met your family for the first time, and many other memories. The pictures couldn't get more adorable. There was another one of your favorites, where Fred was hugging you from behind and he was kissing your cheek, you had the biggest smile ever. In that moment your heart started to beat faster as you recognized that you were always smiling and laughing when you were with him.

You could hear him getting closer to you, but you didn't mind, you wanted to hug him and kiss his entire face and just tell him how much you love him. "Freddie, this is the sweetest thing anyone ever did for me" you looked at him with teary eyes.

He looked confused, thinking you were just teasing him, “Really?”

"Yes! Really!" You giggled, giving him a bone crushing hug, "I'm so lucky that I get to call you mine, I adore you Fred Weasley.”

“You didn’t think that the journal was weird? Like I’m some creepy stalker?” He asked.

"What?" You said incredulous, "Of course not! Freddie, I didn't know someone could love me like you do, I wish I had one journal myself so I could let you know how much i love you" you caressed his cheek softly.

He sighed in relief, “I’m so glad you liked it. George teased me a lot when he saw me writing in that.”

You laughed at his comment, "You're the sweetest person in the world, did you know that?" You asked, noticing right away the blush coming out of his cheeks and nose, "Look at you! Getting all shy and flustered, who knew Fred Weasley could do that?" you teased, as your smile never left your lips.

"Yes you are!" You laughed, "look how adorable you look!" You said using a baby voice, squishing his cheeks playfully.

He playfully pouted at you, “No, I’m not.”

"Yes you are" you stubbornly said, "You are the cutest human being ever" you started poking his sides.

He held your wrists in his hand to stop you from poking him any further, “No, you are.”

"Nope, I think everyone can agree that you are the cutest" You rolled your eyes playfully at him, trying to move your wrists from his hand.

He kept your wrist in a tight grip, “As much as you flatter me darling, you’re definitely cuter than me.”

"Remember that I'm just as stubborn as you" you warned him, "Now, could you please let go of my wrists?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

“No.” He said, pressing a small kiss to your lips.

"Why not?" You laughed incredulously, still trying to move your wrists.

“Because,” He said, pretending to think, “I want to keep kissing you.”

"You know you can still do that if you let go, right?" You said, trying to make it look obvious.

He hummed, “You might run away.”

"And why would I run away?" You giggled, feigning innocence.

“Because I know you too well.” He said.

"I don't run away everytime you try to kiss me!" You retorted.

“Yes you do!” He argued.

"I think you're getting confused over here love, I run away when we play fight because I know what you will do to win" you tried to explain, trying so hard not to smile.

“Here we go again.” Fred sarcastically groaned.

"What are you talking about?" You laughed, sometimes you forgot how stubborn you two can be.

“I’m talking about how we always argue about the same topic. Over and over again.” He said.

"Well it's not my fault that you're too stubborn to let it go!" You said, “And what's the 'same topic' anyway?"

“About how you run away because I don’t accept the fact that you’re right.” He answered.

“Okay fine. And I forgot to ask you, how is your writing so neat in the journal?” You asked

"Hey! I wanted to make it special so I put in a bit more effort." He shrugged.

“Aaw,” you cooed, “That’s so sweet.”

"I think I'm going to have the journal back, I don't want you to read this whole page I have about your smile and laugh." He laughed nervously, trying to grab the journal but you immediately stopped him.

“Wait a minute.” You said, “There’s a page about that?”

He immediately regretted telling you that, knowing that you would want to read it right away, "Well, yes." He almost whispered, "Can I have the journal back, darling?" He tried to take it away from you.

You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, “Can you read to me please?”

He tried so hard not to fall for your puppy dog eyes, but failed miserably, "F-fine" he said nervously, "Yay! Thank you, love!" you said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Both of you sat down while you rested your head on his shoulder, waiting for him to start.

"She claims she doesn't like her laugh." He continued reading, not wanting to look at you, "But everytime I hear her laugh or see her smile i can't help but melt and feel all tingly, how her wrinkles in her eyes pop out, how I can see her beautiful eyes when she laughs, how she sometimes snorts when she can’t take it anymore." You both laughed at that, "How her eyes squint when I tickle her sides (she says she hates it, but we know it's not true)" He then looked up to wink at you which made you roll your eyes playfully, "I swear her smile could light up an entire universe, nothing makes me happier that seeing her beautiful smile" as he continued reading you couldn't help but tear up, feeling many emotions in you.

You sniff, not wanting Fred to stop on the account of you crying like a baby.

"Hey, is everything alright?" He said worriedly, "Did I say something wrong?"

“No, everything’s fine.” You said.

"Are you sure?" He asked, "Yes, now please continue!" You said while the both of you giggled.

He then continued on reading until he finished the page, looking at you to see what your reaction would be.

You were speechless, of course you knew how much he loved you, but you will never stop getting all those butterflies everytime he told you he loved you.

"Freddie, please look at me." You said, reaching for his chin with your hand, moving his head to make him look at you as you caressed his cheek softly, "I didn't know anyone could ever love me the way you do, I'm so lucky I get to call you mine in this lifetime." You finished and got closer to him to give him a proper kiss this time.

He smiled, “I must’ve been a saint in my past life if I get to be with a goddess like you in this one.”

"You are such a romantic." you joked, "And you really don't like the idea of me saying that I don't like my laugh, huh?" You smiled.

“How many times do I have to say it?” He teased.

"Say what, Freddie?" You pretended to be confused.

“That I love your laugh!” He said.

"And how many times do I have to tell you that I hate it?" You said, "It’s not cute Freddie, it's more like a wheeze and then it gets loud.” You chuckled.

“It’s like a baby’s laugh.” He insisted, “Why do you have such a hard time believing me?”

"I dont know." you shrugged, "I guess I have a hard time liking one of my insecurities, but I'm starting to accept it thanks to you, so thank you Freddie." you said, not wanting to look at him.

“Aaw,” he teased, “is my baby getting flustered now?”

"Oh, stop it Freddie!" You laughed, pushing him playfully.

“Why?” He continued, “You’re adorable!”

"Freddie, stop teasing me!" You giggled, trying to hide your blush.

“Why?” He asked, turning your head to face him.

"Because I say so." you poked your tongue out to him.

“But you’re adorable.” He cooed.

"Stop that! I'm not adorable!” you tried to hide your smile but failed miserably.

“Yes you are.” Fred teased.

"I don't know where you got that idea." you teased back at him.

“From my heart.” He answered without a second thought.

"You're so cheesy." you laughed at him, but in fact, his comment melted your heart, but you still wanted to mess with him.

“At least you love it.” He said, running a hand through your hair.

"Yeah, but I love you the most.” you said, looking at him fondly.

After the playful fight and a romantic dinner, Y/N waited for Fred to fall asleep, she tried her hardest to sneak out of bed without waking him up. Then, she went to the living room and searched for a forgotten journal she had remembered.

After dusting it off, she took a pen and a few pictures and started. Fred Weasley being her muse.

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miss americana & the heartbreak prince

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