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She Needs Him- G.S

You and Geto are two peas in a pod, acting like the cutest of couples to any outsider. Gojo can't stomach the feeling of his best friend and the girl he loves being so close, so what does he do?

Warnings: None Words: 1.4K A/N: Honestly ooc but we need yearner Gojo and I'm here to deliver- hopefully. And yes, THAT mission doesn't happen and Geto never leaves.- Part 2 already in the works :p

Satoru Gojo was the strongest, everyone knew that. Nothing could faze him, so why does his heart feel so broken at the sight before him. He’s seen it many times, but it never gets any easier. It should be his shoulder you're lying on, not Geto’s. 

Deep down, Gojo was jealous of his best friend and his effortless connection with you. Sure, you and he were friends, but it was different, you didn’t drift to him in a room, you didn’t whisper and giggle with him and you certainly weren’t as touchy. Gojo wanted to ask, if there was something between you and Geto, but even he knew he couldn’t handle the truth.  

It didn’t bother him at first. Didn’t bother him that you always held onto Geto’s arm when you walked, or that you smiled so sweetly when he handed you your favourite ice cream. It totally didn't drive him crazy that it was Geto making you grin like that. Okay, he lied, it irked him from the moment he realised his feelings. After all, he saw you first, he spoke to you that first night on the stairs, the starts bringing you together. Gojo wonders if that memory is as important to you as it is to him; do you consider it special? 

Gojo couldn’t count how many nights it had been where he laid in his bed, tossing and turning, his thoughts full of you. The side he left vacant was cold, it was a habit he had developed, keeping to the left side of the bed, imagining you beside him. In his half-asleep state he’d reach out, hoping to feel the warmth of your body, but alas, you weren’t there. He’d continue the fantasy in his head, wishing to feel your hands around him as you whispered sweet nothings. On some nights he’d let himself cry, the tears staining his grey pillow. Gojo’s doubts rolled in then, voices telling him ‘She doesn’t deserve you, you’re nothing like him; why would she choose you, she needs him more.’ 

The mornings after were torture. Exhaustion filled his body, his black glasses covering the growing bags under his eyes.  

‘Satoru, are you okay? Did you sleep at all?’ a sweet voice calls to him; in his sleep deprived brain, he thinks it's an angel, but he sees you and knows you’re better than that.  

‘The strongest never sleeps Y/N, don’t you know that?’ Gojo replies, putting on his charismatic facade; being vulnerable in front of you was never an option. 

‘Toru... You can te-’ 

‘Y/N!’ Geto shouts, ‘There you are, come on we have training.’ Gojo sees your face falter but thinks nothing of it, ready to turn away. But then he feels your hand on his wrist, the warmth seeping through his sleeve, 

‘Take care of yourself.’ you smile softly. He watches you skip to his best friend, immediately hooking your arm with his, jealousy pooling in his stomach again. 

°•. ✿ .•°

It had been months, if not a year by now, and it was only getting worse. Gojo couldn’t handle the small interactions with you, he wanted needed more. He rarely slept, instead laying on top of his covers, the ceiling more interesting than the dreams that await him. The bin in the corner and his desk full of crumpled papers, words alone could never be enough to profess the adoration he held for you. He days began to blur, and repeat; wake up, look at you, watch you with Geto, stay awake wondering what was wrong with him. Just last week Gojo watched as you brushed away Geto’s bangs, smiling up at him with that toothy grin. He was losing you, and he despised it. The next day wasn’t easier.  

Geto slid into the seat next to him as he watched you spar with Haibara.  

‘She’s great, isn’t she?’ Geto spoke, the softness in his voice is another punch to the gut, but Gojo bites back the envy, 

‘Yeah, she is...’ 

A singular mission changed everything. A special grade appeared, one that shouldn’t have been there. Gojo doesn't remember much except for fighting tirelessly, only seeing the curse head towards you. You were beaten and bloody when it was done, your cursed energy drained. He ran. He ran as fast as he could towards you, but he couldn’t be the hero. 

Shoko could fix his injuries but not his broken heart, Geto got to you first, cradling your weak body. 

‘She’s still breathing, I’ll take her back, can you handle this Satoru?’ Geto calls out. 

Gojo regains his composure, placing the cocky persona back on, ‘I’m the strongest, aren’t I?’  

He ignores the soft coos that fall from Geto’s mouth as he's scooping you up and taking you away. It should be him next to you instead. He casts aside the thoughts and focuses on ending this fight; for you. 

°•. ✿ .•°

A few days pass and Gojo makes his way to your dorm, wanting to check up on you, but stops short of the door when he hears muffled voices. 

‘I’m glad you’re okay Y/N/N.’ Shoko’s in your dorm, a normal occurrence, so he steps closer, about to knock. 

‘So, are you and Geto a thing?’ she asks. He wants to leave, not wanting to worsen the ache he feels, but he’s intrigued.  

‘Shoko, you know what the answer is.’ Geto. He’s in there too? Gojo turns and leaves, sweat pooling on his back. It’s over, no longer could he think of you, you weren’t his, you weren’t even anything close to that. He enters his dorm, the silence deafening, why does he have everything except the thing he really wanted? 

°•. ✿ .•°

‘Hey Satoru, wanna come get ramen with Geto and I?’ Gojo can hear your voice through his door, he wants so desperately to reach out and say yes, be close with you, but he can’t. He made himself a promise and he must stick to it. 

‘Nah, I’m good.’ 

‘Oh... well see you later.’ He hates hearing you so sad, but he can’t falter. The avoidance tactic had been working, his room becoming a sanctuary for him. The letters to you continued but remained crumpled, ready to discard. A different letter lay in front of him as he listens to your retreating footsteps, ‘Kyoto Jujutsu High Transfer Form’ 

°•. ✿ .•°

It had been two weeks since he signed the letter and two weeks since he last saw you. When Yaga asked why the sudden move, Gojo could only say one thing, love. 

As he packed away the last remaining items, his thoughts drifted, maybe in another life it was you and him, but why not this one? He clears his throat and looks around the now empty room. He glances at the clock and pushes his glasses further up his nose, deciding he can spare a few minutes. It was for the best he kept repeating, he needed to do this. Regrets started to piece together and Gojo buried his head in his hands, wishing he had just made a move. 

He leaves in the dead of the night, avoiding the goodbyes that would have kept him here. His suitcase rolls behind him and the bag on his shoulder weighs him down. Gojo stops just short of the entrance, taking everything in. The stars tonight were bright, lighting up the sky like a stage. He smiles softly, remembering that night again. He remembers wanting to give you his jacket when you said you were going back inside, wanting to stay with you longer. But he didn’t, he let you turn and head back into the school, ‘Maybe that would have changed things.’ he mutters. 

Gojo, too absorbed in his mind, failed to realise you on the steps behind him. You hug your arms around yourself and stand.  

‘Toru where are you going?’ He’s missed your voice so much, he wants to reach out and confess, but he doesn't, only tilting his head.  

He notices your shivering and decides to redeem his lost chance, ‘You’re cold, here.’ he says shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you.  

Accepting the jacket, you press further, ‘Are you leaving the school.’ 

‘You deserve him Y/N/N, you need him more than you need me, take care.’ 

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Sorry I've been gone ghosties, my final exams have started so I'll be able to post after that. Stay tuned!!!

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Kiss Me- T.N (Finale of No One Noticed)

Theo Nott x F!Reader The truth is out, but is it real? Warnings: None Words: 412 A/N: This series has officially come to an end, thank you all for the support!! New series is in the works. Wanted to write a small chapter to finish this journey so I hope you enjoy <3 Series Masterlist

The world freezes as you hear those three words. You want to face him, see his wide eyes filled with emotions, but you can’t. He’s lying, he must be.  

‘What?’ you squeak out. Footsteps shuffle towards you and Theo spins you around, planting his hands on your cheeks.  

‘I love you Y/N.’ A tear escapes the corner of your eye, and he brushes it away immediately.  

‘Why?’ 

‘Because you’re everything I want.’ He looks down at his shoes and for once is speechless. ‘Tesoro, I’ve noticed you since fourth year and I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life regretting how I never spoke to you.’ 

‘You love me?’ you say, disbelief echoing in your words. Theo nods and you can see his eyes searching yours for a response.  

‘Kiss me...’ 

Theo wastes no time and crashes his lips on yours. The lingering taste of cigarettes and strawberries dances on his tongue. Just like his dreams, your hands travel to his hair, tugging the soft locks to bring him closer. He pulls away breathless, but his stare remains on you.  

‘I want this to work. I want to be there for you, if you’ll let me.’ 

You crack a small smile and embrace him, ‘I want this to work too.’ 

‘Thank you for letting me in.’ he whispers, hand latching around your waist.  

‘I’m glad I did.’ 

‘We’re doing another games night, I want you to come.’  

Mattheo and Enzo are sprawled on the floor setting up games when you enter hand in hand. Enzo is the first to speak, his mouth full of popcorn, ‘So you told her?’ Theo grins and nods, squeezing your hand tighter.  

‘Did you ask her properly?’ Mattheo chirps in, not bothering to look up.  

Theo whips his head towards you before he asks, ‘Y/N, will you be mine?’ 

You let out a soft chuckle at his antics, ‘Yes, Teddy I will.’  

You join the boys in playing and look around. This was your future, and you were happy. Laughter surrounded you and support never wavered. For the first time in a while, you knew everything was going to work out. Theo’s arm snakes around your waist as he whispers, ‘What are you thinking about?’ 

You gaze longingly into his blue eyes, taking notice of how they soften when they look at you, your hand finds his knee, tapping it gently as you respond, ‘Nothing my love, nothing at all... 

I’m just glad you noticed.’ 

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Sunday-T.N (Part 8 of No One Noticed)

Theo Nott x F!Reader The final day arrives, and you have your doubts, is this all over? Warnings: None Words: 802 A/N: Hello ghosties hope everyone is doing well <33 Sorry for lack of posts recently, coursework is taking over my life, more posts coming soon :)) Series Masterlist

The final day of the week had arrived and you were glad but weary. You made it another week, but would you last another? ‘Final day, final reason’ echos in your mind as you sprawl on your bed. The ceiling has never looked so interesting as you gaze distantly at it. What would happen today? Only bad thoughts lay in your mind; things would go back to the way they there, you knew it, no one truly cared enough to stay for the long run.  

You huff a breath and redirect your stare at your desk, now cluttered with the memories you’ve made. The first picture you received and the plastic crown that lay atop of it. A small piece of crumbled parchment, handed to you swiftly by Mattheo, thanking you for your sympathy. A new sketchbook given to you by Theo after discovering yours to be full, the first page containing Theo’s attempt of a portrait. A smile etches itself onto your face as you recall his concentrated features as you posed for the drawing. You continue across the desk, happy to have made some good memories. A polaroid of you and Pansy at the Slytherin party, perfectly placed next to the one of you and Theo embracing on the quidditch pitch. Finally, you reach the bundle of daises that graciously sit in a small vase.  

The memory of Theo picking them for you loops in your head. Thoughts of his beautiful smile and soft embrace bring you to reality, but you slip again, letting yourself replay the moment he puts the small flower behind your ear, lingering for a few seconds longer, just to admire you. 

It was then you realised. You had feelings for Theodore Nott. Shooting up from the bed, you begin pacing, cursing at yourself for letting this happen. He’d always seemed intriguing to you and now that he had spent a whole week with you, you didn’t want it to end. Your heart pounds and tears well in your eyes as you walk out of your dorm. How could someone like him accept someone like you. You know the end is nearing but you wish time would stop. You want him to be yours, to hold him like he holds you. Hopeless, your feet take you to the place it all began... 

Theo walks up and down his dorm, Mattheo and Enzo watching him intently as he mutters under his breath. ‘I don’t have a reason today, how could this happen, I’m such an idiot.’ He continues to mumble, his words blurring into a mix of English and Italian. Mattheo looks at Enzo before sighing and standing, moving towards Theo.  

‘It’s time to tell her.’ Theo looks at him sceptically, 

‘Tell her? Tell her what? No, I can’t.’ Mattheo grabs Theo’s shoulders firmly. 

‘Tell her.’ 

Last Sunday night seems to replicate itself today. Here you were at the tower, the wind blowing and the stars shining as sadness hangs on your shoulders. For the first time, you don’t feel the need to join the night sky, only wanting to be in its presence as you think. You take your seat on the railing as you did the week prior, taking in the silent night. A feeling of longing settles in your stomach, you would never speak to Theo again after today and you’d have to go back to admiring from a distance. A few tears slip from your eyes at the thought of losing out on love. Would you ever find your person after this? In this life and the next, you knew Theo was meant to be yours, but whether it would happen was a mystery- one you couldn’t stand to solve. 

‘Thought I’d find you here.’ Theo whispers from behind, hands holding the railing beside yours. His chin rests on your shoulder as he follows your eyes to the moon. 

‘The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?’ The phrase makes your breath hitch, maybe he does reciprocate your feelings. You shake your head, banishing such thoughts.  

‘It is.’ you reply, voice wavering. Theo steps away from you as you shuffle down from the rail. Smoothing down your clothes you face him, readying yourself to speak.  

’I just want to say, thank you for the best week of my life, I hope the rest of your time here rewards you well.’ you smile at him weakly, hoping he didn't notice the sniffles, or the tremors in your words. 

Theo remains silent as he absorbs your words, ‘She thinks this is it, it’s now or never...’ 

You wait for him to speak, to say the final reason, but he doesn’t. You nod in understanding and begin walking away, ‘Thank you again Theodore, you’ve helped me more than you know, I’ll see you around school.’ 

‘I love you.’ 

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Saturday- T.N (Part 7 of No One Noticed)

Theo Nott x F!Reader Theo's quidditch practise has you watching intently, but also wondering what he has in store for later Warnings: None Words: 1113 A/N: Thank you for the support on my squid game fic, more coming soon! Also thinking of writing some angst even though I'm a HUGE fluff lover, so we'll see how that goes. As always enjoy :)) Series Masterlist

You awake with a grumble and a pounding headache. You go to reach for Theo but find his spot empty, a small note in place of him. 

‘At practise, see you there x’ 

A kiss? That’s new, but you didn’t mind. Reluctantly, you climb out of bed, going towards your desk and drinking the hangover potion Pansy has dropped off. 

You’re about to leave your dorm when you spot the emerald green fabric hanging on your chair, the white letters spelling Theo’s last name shining brightly. You immediately grab it and head towards the quidditch stands. Whispers surround you but you pay no mind, focused on getting to Pansy.  

‘How are you feeling Mrs Nott?’ she teases. 

‘I’m doing splendid, what about you Mrs Zabini?’ you tease back, earning a playful slap from the raven-haired girl. 

You fix your stare at the players on the pitch, trying to find Theo. You see Enzo, you see Mattheo, you see Dra-. You notice the flop of messy hair from across the pitch, his eyes actively scanning the stands in search of you when he finally spots the person he’d been looking for. You smile as Theo begins flying over, hovering on his broom expertly, ‘Bella, you’re okay,’ relief paints his face, ‘Sorry I left before you woke up, I was already late.’ he admits, scratching the back of his neck. You’re about to respond when a shout cuts through, 

‘Nott! Stop flirting with your girlfriend and get back to work!’ You and Theo burst out in laughter, not bothering to correct his captain. Theo leans in a little closer before he speaks, ‘I’ll see you after. Oh, and nice jersey by the way, last name suits you.’ he winks and flies away, leaving you a blushing mess, and feelings to confront. 

You meet Theo as he walks off the pitch, a sight you could get used to seeing.’ Theo smiles and wraps you in a hug despite your protests of him being too sweaty. ‘I’ll go shower and meet you out front.’ You nod and wait near the changing rooms. 

Sitting on the stray bench, you go to pick at your nails but you stop, ‘I’ll be okay, I can manage.’ you repeat to yourself. Things had certainly began looking up for you since Theo intervened that fateful night, yet you couldn’t stop the doubts that formed about the next couple of days. Would he still talk to you after all this, or would things go back to the way they were, leaving you alone with the memories acting as warmth. The shuffling of feet sounds from behind you so you stand, expecting to meet Theo- but it isn’t.  

‘What do you want Pucey?’ you demand, a scowl etched on your face. He steps closer as he begins to speak, ‘You think you can escape this just because you have a squad of boyfriends now? Well great news, they’re not here to save you right now.’ Evil painted his words and he goes for a shove, maybe a punch. Your eyes screw shut, waiting for impact but it never comes. Hesitantly, your eyes open. 

Theo had returned and caught Pucey’s hand. A darkness is seen in Theo, one you’ve never seen before, ‘What did we talk about?’ Theo says through gritted teeth, hatred infused in the words. You can see a hint of fear flash in Pucey’s eyes and he realises he isn’t going to win. 

‘He’s not going to be around forever.’ he remarks, eyes fully trained on you. He shrugs Theo off and leaves.  

‘Jesus, what a twat.’ you mumble, ‘Thank you for stepping in.’ Theo doesn’t acknowledge your gratitude, instead grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the exit, ‘Come, I have something to show you. 

‘Teddy where are you taking me?’ you laugh, your vision covered by Theo’s hands. 

‘Shh, we’re almost there.’ he continues guiding you and then stops, un-shielding your eyes. You let yourself adjust to the sudden brightness before taking in the scene before you. The two of you are atop a small hill that looks over the castle and a tree rests with its branches and leaves shielding you from the scorching sun. Beneath you the grass is as green as can be, daisies littering it. Theo places a blanket down under the tree and sits down, patting the spot next him, similar to yesterday.  

‘You like?’ he inquires, pushing a strawberry into his mouth. 

‘I love it Theo, how did you find it!’ you exclaim, reaching for the array of fruits he had brought along. 

‘My mother used to take me here, when my father was in one of his moods.’ His mother was still a sensitive subject for him yet he felt safe telling you. You reach a hand out and place it atop of his, stroking his knuckles. 

‘She’d be really proud of you Teddy, I know it.’ Theo nods, accepting your reassurance and he finally looks up at you. In that moment all he saw was a beautiful girl who cared for others more than herself despite her struggles, a girl who was quiet but knowing, a girl who understood him. He instead starts to ask you questions about your home and you answer, Theo hanging onto ever word. 

Time moves fast and the sun begins to set. The two of you are closer than before, both laying on the blanket looking towards the sky. You were tucked into his side, a place you never wanted to leave. The colours of the sky began to fade as did your conversations, a comfortable silence overtaking.  

‘Reason six,’ Theo turns his head towards you, ‘you’re an amazing soul to be around, you truly understand me.’ 

The newfound moonlight kisses your features in a way that makes Theo’s head spin. All that filled his mind was kissing you, feeling your lips on his, heavy breathing as your hands tangle in his hair. He was in love. Theo knew he was a goner the moment he saw you, even more so when he started talking with you. But his feelings  were confirmed when you called him that nickname, Teddy, the one no one was allowed to call him. The memories attached to it ached his soul, images of his mother flashing through his brain when others used it. Yet when it slipped from your lips, all Theo saw bliss. The painful flashes of his mother were now replaced with her smiling at him, encouraging him to invite you in. ‘She would have loved you’ he thinks to himself. However, this caused him fear, you could be easily ripped away, like she was. Theo had to do something. 

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Flowers wither and bloom- Kang Dae-ho

Dae-ho x F!Reader- No game AU A regular customer in your flower shop sends flowers to his girlfriend every week but one day a new man comes in, asking for flowers to be delivered to the same address. Do you tell Dae-ho or let him figure it out on his own? Warnings: None Words: 1582 A/N: Hello Ghosties!!! I hope you enjoy this new story, it's a bit rushed but hopefully it makes sense

Roses, tulips, lilies. Your small shop had them all. Roses for the men who needed to apologise to their girlfriends, tulips for the sweet couple who giggled their way to the counter and lilies for the women who needed a pick me up. You’ve seen it all, and you loved your job.  

The sun sets warmly on your shop, the flowers emitting a golden glow. You were finishing your last few tasks, creating the final bouquet when the bell above the door rings, signalling a new customer. Wiping your hands on your apron, you stand and move towards the customer. His tall figure looms over the ready-made bouquets, his eyes scanning the colourful flowers. Stary hairs fall in his face and his hands brush them away with practised ease. 

‘Hello there, may I help you today sir?’  The man turns and you freeze- he was handsome, but if he came here there’s no chance for you. 

‘Yes, please miss...’ his eyes dart towards your name tag, ‘Y/N, do you have any peonies?’ 

‘Yes sir, I’ve just finished an arrangement of them.’ you smile softly and lead him to the back. He smiles at the sight of them and insists he has to buy them. 

‘Can you deliver them to this place please, they’re for my girlfriend.’ he sheepishly asks. 

‘Of course, would you like to add your name so she knows who it's from?’ 

‘No, she’ll know they're from me.’ he flashes a huge grin and pays. ‘Thank you very much.’  You smile and watch as he leaves, an evident bounce in his step. 

That was last week, and today he returned. You’re with another customer when you spot him, ‘Sir believe me, daisies are perfect, she’ll love them.’ The gentleman grumbles but nods, muttering a thank you before taking his leave. Finally, you turn to the returning customer, ‘Why hello again,’ you laugh,’ What can I do for you today?’ 

‘More peonies hopefully?’ 

‘You, sir, are in luck, I just got a shipment this morning.’ 

‘Perfect, thank you Y/N.’ you freeze momentarily at your name before regaining composure.  

‘Delivery again?’ 

‘Yes please.’ 

‘No problem, sir that’s done for you.’ The man pays and begins to leave but he stops and shouts across the shop,’ See you next week!’ 

And you did, He returned for a third time, and then a fourth and then a fifth. It wasn’t until almost three months later you learned his name. 

‘And that’s all sorted sir.’ 

‘You’re still calling me sir? I thought we were friends now Y/N.’ he laughs. 

‘You never told me your name.’  

‘Dae-ho, Kang Dae-ho.’ he says, sticking out his hand. You laugh slightly and grab his hand- a gesture that sent shivers through your body, even if it was wrong. ‘Y/N Y/L/N.’ 

‘See you next week Y/N.’ 

‘See you then Dae-ho.’ He wouldn’t admit it, but the sound of your voice calling his name filled his heart- it was softer than the harsh yells from his girlfriend.  

Dae-ho soon finds himself on the quaint shop more often, coming in twice or three times a week. He enjoys the calm atmosphere and your welcoming presence. His relationship was failing, he knew that, but the flowers seemed to be working. His girlfriend shouted less and actually spent time with him, and he had you to thank. 

You were happy to have a loyal regular and a new friend. Dae-ho was the positivity you needed in your life, always checking up on you and bringing you tea when he noticed your overworked frame. You pushed down your attraction for him-you were no homewrecker- but that didn’t stop the butterflies that game when his hand brushed yours or when his eyes lingered on yours a second too long. 

One day as you were sweeping the floor, the blasted bell rings and you silently curse-this was the only peace and quiet you got today due to the influx of customers. ‘Good afternoon, sir, what may I help you with today?’ 

‘Roses, a dozen.’ he sharply said, ‘Deliver them here.’ he places a piece of paper down and you freeze. The address is the same as Dae-ho's girlfriend.  

‘A-are you sure this is correct?’ 

‘Yes, please hurry up, I have places to be.’ You complete the order and the man breathes out a thanks before departing. You let out a breath- what were you going to do? 

The days went slow after that as you were battling what to do. Dae-ho hadn’t shown up at his usually time and it worried you, does he already know? The bell you’ve grown to despise rings, but you make no effort to stand, comfortable in your battling mind. 

‘Y/N! Are you here?’ Dae-ho's voice rings out. You can hear him moving around, looking for you. Emerging from the back, you see him. His hair, usually in a pony tail, was down and there was a slight stubble along his face. ‘There you are, you have the weekly peonies?’ 

‘You guys didn’t break up?’ you ask confused. 

‘What? No.’ he responded, mimicking your expression. 

‘Oh right, never mind.’ you say, turning to get his flowers ready. Dae-ho catches your wrist, spinning you back around, ‘What are you talking about?’ 

‘Nothing, it doesn’t matter.’ 

‘No Y/N, tell me.’ his grip on your wrist tightens slightly but he doesn't realise. 

‘Dae-ho I can’t!’ your voice raises. 

‘Just tell me!’ 

‘SHE’S CHEATING ON YOU!’ Your eyes widen and regret begins to set. ‘Some guy came in and got her a dozen roses.’ 

‘Y/N this isn’t funny.’ 

‘I’m not joking, the address and the name was the same.’ you breath out. 

‘Do you like me or something? Why would you try break up my relationship?’ This was a side of Dae-ho you had never seen and it was terrifying. His voice was a few octaves lower and his eyes shone darker.  

‘My feelings towards you or your relationship do not matter right now Dae-ho, she’s cheating on you and you have to accept that.’ 

‘You’re sick Y/N. I thought we were friends.’ His hand finally drops your wrists and he leaves, the door slamming shut, leaving you alone in the solitude you once called comfort. 

Dae-ho's walk home was fuelled with anger. His beloved girlfriend cheating? They had problems but she wouldn’t do that would she? He thinks of his comments towards you and fights off the temptation to run back and apologise. It wasn’t him in that moment. Dae-ho sneaks a glance at his face in the nearest shop window. Staring back at him was his girlfriend. He stumbles back, startled by the vision but enlightened with reasoning. The remarks he made swirl in his mind as he realises why he didn’t feel like himself- his girlfriend’s voice echoed in his head as he spit hateful words at you. The bitterness of his voice resembled hers, had he become her? 

He reaches his girlfriend's apartment and unlocks the door, expecting her to be on the couch, but she wasn’t. He walks through the room, taking notice of the roses that sat on table- surely a coincidence. He moves towards the bedroom and opens the door; the time stops. 

It had been a few weeks since the incident and Dae-ho was nowhere to be seen, but the man from before had returned.  

‘More roses please, my new girlfriend really loved them.’ Trying to keep a straight face, you nodded getting his order ready. The man leans against the counter and continues, ‘Yeah, she said they're way better than those peenies or whatever.’ You bite your lip as an attempt to silence yourself. Luckily you were finished, allowing the man to leave and letting you take a needed deep breath. 

A knock sounds at the door and you hesitantly open it. A bouquet of blue hyacinths lay on the steps. You take them inside and search for a note. 

‘I’m sorry, you were right, meet me at your shop at 7?’           -your favourite customer 

Your breath hitches as you recognise the handwriting. 6:53, he'd be here in 7 minutes. You pace your shop for the remaining minutes, glancing at the clock nonstop and biting your nails. Suddenly the shop bell rings and there he stands. 

Dae-ho looks different. His long hair is now short and those eyes filled with joy were now filled with sorrow. Without thinking you wrap your arms around him. Dae-ho is shocked by your actions but eventually wraps his arms around you.  

‘You’re okay...’ you whisper, ‘What happened?’ 

‘You were right, she was cheating, caught them in the act after I left here.’ 

‘I’m so sorry.’ 

‘Don’t be, I’m sorry. I never should have said those things.’ 

‘It’s okay Dae.’  

‘Dae? That’s a new one.’ he chuckles. 

‘Shut up.’ 

Dae-ho pulls away from the hug and grabs your hands, ‘I need to know if you felt something for me, and if you still do.’ His eyes are wide and looking deeply into yours, awaiting your answer. 

‘Dae-ho...’ 

‘I felt sparks when you called my name, I never felt that way with her.’ he admits, ‘I need you to wait for me Y/N, I need time and I don’t want to hurt you. But I want it to be you.’ His hands cup your cheek and you can see tears brimming on his lashes. You nod at him, and he breaks out in a grin; you look at him for a moment longer before you speak. 

‘I’ll wait for you to bloom again’ 

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Friday-T.N(Part 6 of No One Noticed)

Theo Nott x F!Reader The Slytherin party arrives, and so does your debut as Theodore's 'friend' Warnings: None Words: 1238 A/N: So sorry for the break but I'm back! Been working on a Dae-ho oneshot so that might be coming soon :) This so rushed but I hope you enjoy Series Masterlist

‘Teddy, do I have to come to this party?’ you whine from the bathroom. 

‘Y/N/N, I’m your friend now so you have to accompany me to these things.’ Theo replies, lounging on your bed, mindlessly turning pages of a random textbook. He had insisted that you come to the party, even offering to stay with you as you got ready.  

You slip on the tight black dress and look in the mirrors- the scars aren't noticeable, are they? You begin to panic, attempting to conceal them and thinking of ways to avoid the party.  

‘Bella, are you almost done? We should head down.’ Theo’s voice chirped, followed by a soft thud of the textbook. You unlocked the door and stepped out, shielding yourself from his intense gaze.  

‘Is this, okay?’ you question quietly. 

Theo doesn’t respond, instead making his way over to you, grabbing your hands and grasping them tightly.  

‘You.’ a kiss to your hand. 

‘Look.’ a kiss to your wrist. 

‘Beautiful.’ a final kiss lands on your scars, a gesture that brings butterflies to your stomach. He looks at you, a mischievous but adoring glimmer in his eyes. Theo spins you around, taking in your figure before embracing you tightly, ‘Perfect Y/N.’ You blush at his comments and a surge of confidence overtakes you. 

You plant a small kiss on his cheek before pulling away and heading towards the door, ‘You’ll stay with me, right?’ 

‘Cara mia, it would be a crime not to.’ 

It was an amazing turnout, Gryffindors were mingling with Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were laughing with Slytherins. Theo and you make your way over to the group, his hand resting on your lower back. 

A girl with jet black hair notices you and immediately envelops you in a hug, ‘You must be Y/N! I’m Pansy, I’ve been dying to meet you!’ A sense of happiness fills you as you smile back.  

‘Really? Me of all people?’ you joke. Pansy pulls you into her side, ‘Of course silly, the boys never stop talking about you.’ She leans closer and whispers, ‘And between me and you, I'm so glad there’s another girl in the group, try getting their opinions on outfits.’ You couldn’t help but laugh, Theo’s friends were welcoming and you finally felt like you belonged.  

You and Pansy chat amongst yourselves as Theo retrieves the drinks. While talking, a figure approaches you, ‘Hello ladies.’  

You turn and find Cedric Diggory looking you up and down, causing you to squirm in your spot. 

‘Hi?’ you respond.  

‘You want to go out with me sometime? You’re pretty and it wouldn’t hurt to have you on my arm.’ he flirted. 

Unbeknownst to you, Theo was watching the scene unfold, his jaw clenching tighter every second. He downs the drink in his hand and glares at Cedric- how could he be making a move on his girl? 

‘Mate, you alright? Ohhh Diggory’s making moves Nott.’ Draco chortled. 

‘Shut up Malfoy.’ Theo sneered. 

‘Get her before someone else does.’ with that, Draco moves away. His words echoing in Theo’s mind and his eyes drift to you, shuffling in your seat and your face painted with unease. 

Your eyes shift to Pansy, signalling for help. ‘We’re busy Diggory.’ she speaks.  

‘We can go on the weekend.’ He replies, clearly determined to walk away with a date.  

‘That won’t be possible Dick-ory,’ Theo says, sliding into the spot next to you, his arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulders, ‘WE’RE going out tomorrow.’ he smirks. Cedric is taken aback and you can’t help but stifle a laugh at his expression. He finally leaves and you let out a breath.  

‘Thank you so much, I really didn’t know what else to say. No one’s ever asked me out before.’  

‘Well would you like to come with me tomorrow?’ Theo asks and your eyes light up at his request. 

‘I’d love to.’  

He nods and sends you a grin, ‘I’m gonna go find Matt, you okay staying with Pansy?’ 

‘Yeah, I’ll be fine Teddy.’ 

‘Okay tesoro, don't get up to too much trouble.’ he chuckles and pressing a small kiss to the side of your head before departing. 

‘Oh my Godric, he just asked you out!’ Pansy squeals. 

‘He did?’ 

‘Uhhh yes!’ she giggles, ‘I’ll come by tomorrow to help you get ready, we are girlfriends now after all.’ 

‘I’d really like that.’ you smile. 

Soon after your eyes dance around the room until they meet the icy blue ones you were searching for. Theo’s eyes visibly soften when he sees you and he can't help but see you as the image of love. It was then, as he was giving you the look of love, that Theo realised the gravity of his feelings. He craved the hugs, the late-night talks, the ‘She’s with me’. He craved you and only you. 

Time flies at the party, drinks are flowing and the music is louder than ever. You find yourself on the dance floor with Theo, he’s twirling you around and all you can do is giggle. Your heart feels lighter and the world seems brighter when you’re with Theo. You could get used to this feeling. 

‘I’m gonna go to bed Teddy’ you say shyly. Theo takes your hand and leads you to your dorm.  

You start heading towards the bathroom to change when Theo stops you, instead leading you in front of the mirror. His hands are perfectly placed on your waist, like they were made to be there. ‘Reason five, you are so so so so stunning Y/N.’ He rests his chin on your shoulder and meets your eyes in the mirror, ‘You’re perfect in every way, I wish you could see that.’ 

Tears well in your eyes as you absorb his words. You turn to face him, crashing into his chest, ‘Stay with me tonight?’ you ask.  

‘Anything you want, I’ll do.’  

He helps you change before ridding himself of his shirt and jumps into the bed. Theo pats the empty spot next to him, inviting you to join. You can’t take your eyes away from his toned chest and messy hair, quidditch had clearly done him well. He looks ethereal- and he’s going to be laying right next to you. 

‘Come on, I don’t bite, unless you want me to.’ he winks, causing heat to rise to your cheeks. You lay on the opposite side and turn away, trying to ignore the electricity that spawns when you see him.  

‘What are you doing all the way over there? Come here.’ Theo drags you closer to him, throwing his arm over your body. His cologne lingers in the air and, God was it an addicting thing. This only reaffirmed your thoughts; you were falling for Theodore Nott. He was fixing you piece by piece- something you thought was impossible, yet here he was, acting like a guardian angel. So why are you scared of admitting your feelings.  

Theo buries his head in the crook of your neck, ‘I have quidditch practise tomorrow, come and wear my jersey?’ 

‘Okay,’ you whisper back, ‘if you want me there, I will be.’ 

‘I’ll take you somewhere nice after, promise.’ He nuzzles closer to you, if that’s even possible, his grip on your waist tightens as he starts succumbing to the sleep he was fighting. A whisper slips from his lips that makes your heart beat faster and your thoughts wander,  

‘My favourite girl.’ 

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Thursday-T.N (Part 5 of No One Noticed)

Theo Nott x F!Reader Your happy streak ends, what will Theo do to help? Warnings: Mentions of self-harm (Nothing graphic) Words: 683 A/N: Thank you for all the love on my Squid Game oneshot!!! This one is so rushed im sorry but I Hope you enjoy this new chapter ghosties :))) Series Masterlist

‘What do you think you got on the test?’ Theo asks, nudging you with his shoulder. 

‘Transfiguration isn’t my strongest so I doubt I did well’ you respond. 

The class was bustling with noise, awaiting their results. Professor McGonagall walks between the desks, placing papers before students. You hear groans and squeals and anxiety starts filling you. She finally reaches you and Theo, placing his paper down and sending him a proud nod. She gives you yours and an 83 is written at the top of the test, the highest you’ve ever gotten. ‘Well done Y/N, quite an improvement.’  

You sneak a glance at Theo who seems to be in awe of you,’ You’re so smart Y/N, I’m proud of you.’ His tone has a sense of softness you’ve never experienced. You can’t help but dwell on the past few days with him, Theo really cared and you were glad he did.  

Class finally ends and you pack your books quickly, ready to return to your dorm. You bid a goodbye to Theo and dash away. 

Theo arrives at his dorm, chatting with his friends. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a book- one that isn’t his. He sits on the edge of his bed, examining the smooth brown cover before opening it. Instantly, he recognises your handwriting and the sketches that adorn the pages. There’s some of the astronomy tower, various flowers found in the greenhouses and even sketches of him. He traces his finger along the pencil lines, admiring the talent you had. Theo stands abruptly and walks to your dorm, aiming to return the property he indirectly stole. 

Theo goes to knock but hears small sobs and whimpers, making his heart stop. He barges in and is face to face with your shuddering form. Theo drops the sketchbook, resulting in a large thud, and runs to your side, embracing you tightly. 

‘Y/N/N, what happened, it’s okay, I’m here, you’re safe.’ he rambles, internal panic speaking for him. 

‘Teddy...’ 

You let out a loud sob and look into his eyes. Theo’s hands find your cheeks, keeping you in place, ‘Talk to me tesoro.’ he pleads. 

‘Pucey happened,’ you whispered, ‘He torments me every day but today he just-’ The flow of tears breaks your train of thought, hurt by the hateful comments that were spewed at you. ‘He started pushing me around, telling me to do it already. I don’t understand why, I haven't done anything to him!’ you shout.  

Theo nods, anger flushing in his blue eyes- how could that twat tell you to die. ‘He won't hurt you again. I’ll make sure of it.’  

‘Can you stay with me Teddy, please...’ Desperation filled your voice and Theo doesn’t hesitate to bring you to your feet, leading you to your bed. He picks up the abandoned book and joins you. 

Theo puts his arm around you, guiding you to nestle your head into his chest. ‘Did you relapse?’ he asks quietly.  

Theo feels you shuffle on top of him before you respond, ‘No, I, uh, I was going to but something came over me and I pushed it aside.’  

‘I’m very proud of you Y/N.’ 

A few moments of silence follow, allowing you to catch your breath and calm down. ‘I brought this back.’ He holds up the brown book and hands it to you, ‘You should draw more, they’re really good.’ Heat rises to your cheeks at his compliment and you sheepishly take it from his grasp. 

‘Reason four, you’re extremely talented.’  

The next day in class, you expect Pucey to be up to his usual antics but he's nowhere to be seen. Theo plops into the seat next to you, ‘Told you he won’t hurt you again.’ Your eyes drift to his bloodied knuckles and your heart starts beating faster- did he really do that for you? 

A paper ball hits you, snapping you out of your trance and you realise Mattheo looking at you. You notice his bruised fists and cut lip but decide not to ask (already suspecting an answer), ‘Party tomorrow, you coming?’ 

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From Afar- Namgyu/ Player 124

Namgyu x F!Reader Namgyu hates you, right? So why does he save you in that fateful third game? Warnings: None Words: 1394 A/N: This is honestly so ooc but we roll and the ending is so rushed im sorry, I honestly need more fluff for this man. I hope you guys enjoy :)

You and Namgyu never got along. Since the first game he, along with his gang, teased you relentlessly for being reserved and alone. While it was mainly Thanos who did it, Namgyu would laugh along, building on the comments. You’d try your best to ignore them, usually retreating to Gi-Hun and his team for their comfort. They never minded your presence, welcoming you into their conversations and giving reassuring words. They took your focus away from the posse that tormented you.  

With your lack of acknowledgement, you never noticed how Namgyu’s eyes would follow you as you walked away, how they searched for you in the hoard of people rushing to find teams. He watched you all the time, protecting you from afar. He'd never admit it but at night, laying cold in his bunk, guilt would consume him. You were amazing, kind to the undeserving, kind to him. Every night he’d wrap the blanket tighter around his shivering form, wishing you were there, laid next to him. 

After anxiously awaiting in the main room for what felt like years, Namgyu perks up as the door opens. The pentathlon was a nerve-wracking game, one he couldn’t protect you from. His gaze lands on your hunching form, following behind Gi-Hun. You glance over at him, seeing the corners of his lips turned up. ‘He’s probably glad he still has someone to bully’, you thought. Thanos goes to stand, ready to tease you but Namgyu stops him, ‘You need rest’ he repeats in his mind. ‘Wait till she has more energy.’ he says, and to his surprise, his purple haired friend listens. That night, Namgyu doesn’t sleep, instead keeping a close eye on your bunk, protecting you from afar.  

The third game is chaotic. You’ve survived the past 4 rounds, Young-Il managing to grab you each time. The music starts again and the platform begins to rotate again. You look around, searching for Namgyu- why? You don't know. ‘There’s only 50 doors and 126 players.’ Young-Il says. You ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach and ready yourself to join him, gaining confidence that you will survive.  

‘2’ 

Young-Il grabs Jung-Bae, not you. You try find Gi-Hun, but he’s gone. Jun-Hee, gone. Hyun-Ju, gone. You were going to die. Getting ready to face your end, you remain still, closing your eyes as you prepare for the inevitable gunshot. A tear escapes as you remember all the unfinished business you had; you weren’t supposed to go this early. 

A pair of hands grab you and push you into a yellow room. ‘What were you doing! Why didn’t you move!’ Your eyes shoot open as you realise it was Namgyu who had saved you. His body pressed tightly against the door, preventing others from throwing you out. You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, you start to sob, pulling your knees to your chest; a close encounter with death was not an easy thing to deal with.  

The locks click and Namgyu crouches beside you and without a word, brings you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You grab his shoulders tightly and let yourself cry into his chest. His lips kiss your head every so often, whispers of reassurance spilling from him. Namgyu tilts your head up, making you look at him. The softness in his eyes is unexpected but not unwanted. He uses his sleeve to wipe your eyes and despite the circumstances, he still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. 

‘Why aren’t you with your friend?’ 

‘You were going to die.’ he says plainly, the sincerity in his eyes never wavering. Namgyu takes your hand in his, rubbing your knuckles gently. He knows Thanos will be pissed; they were in that room together before he spotted you, his feet taking him towards you before he could think. He’s proud of his actions, even if it means more enemies. 

The doors open and Namgyu helps you stand, not letting go of your hand. You walk out, hoping he would stay by you, but he spots Thanos, the glare on his face telling him everything. Namgyu begins walking towards him but you stop him. He rips his hand from your grasp and walks, looking back with a look you couldn’t decipher. You look down in disappointment knowing that the things that happened in that room would never occur again.  

Anxiously awaiting your turn, your gaze never faulters from the screen, the O’s winning by one. Hope is a thing of the past by now, you knew deep down you weren’t going home. Your number is called and you press the red button, immediately walking to the correct side of the room. Time passes quickly and soon Namgyu steps up. You watch him closely, wishing there was an explanation for earlier. He looks back in search for you and sees your tear-stained face. Not wanting to face what could have been, you look to your blood-stained shoes. A beep sounds and you wince, ‘another game, just one more game and maybe we’ll leave.’ 

A warm hand intertwines with yours and you look up. Namgyu stands beside you, a red patch in place of his blue one but he’s avoiding your stare, instead glaring at Thanos. He fidgets with your fingers as he watches everyone else go up to vote, and you find yourself twirling his rings as a way to calm your racing heart. His grip tightens when Young-Il steps up. The Xs were winning by one, you just needed him to do the right thing. Namgyu senses your discomfort and pulls you into a hug, hiding your head in his chest. He strokes your back lovingly as he watches Young-Il. 

In-Ho had two options, stop the games or continue torturing the former player. He looks over to the side, hoping to find Gi-Hun but is met with you and Namgyu. The sight of him comforting you brought back memories In-Ho tried so hard to suppress. You, a strong willed but soft woman, mimicked his late wife. Namgyu, calculated and cold, was a younger version of him. His wife’s voice rings out in his head and he knows what to do. 

Cheers erupt from your side after the beep and you look at the score. 

51-49. You were going home. Namgyu cups your cheeks, finally looking at you, ‘Let me be with you, please.’ he blurts out. In that moment you realise what the look from before meant- love. And you felt it too.  

‘Really?’ you ask, worried he was making fun of you again. 

‘I don’t want to be without you, I need to make it up to you.’ You smile and nod at the man, ‘Okay.’ 

The two of you are dropped off in a random alley. As unusual as it was to see each other without the green tracksuits it was nice to finally have a sense of normality. Namgyu’s hand finds its way to the small of your back leading you away.  

‘I’m sorry.’ he says suddenly. 

‘It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.’ Confused, Namgyu stops, turning towards you.  

‘I saw you a couple times, looking at me with those eyes.’  

He chuckles to himself as he drags you along the road, leading you to a small shop. He forces you to sit at a nearby table and places a small kiss on your forehead, promising to return. Left alone, you drift away with thoughts. The games were horrible, but something good came out of it. The cold night makes you shiver but the stars shine warmly across the night sky. You wonder is they always shone that brightly, if the moon was as beautiful before, if the night was always so peaceful. 

Namgyu returns and sits across from you, placing a small cake in the middle. ‘What? It’s our first date and we’re celebrating.’ He digs into the cake and you follow, the sweet frosting taking over your tastebuds. Comfortable silence settles between you, the atmosphere is calmer, something you could get used to. You spare a fleeting glance at the man in front of you, but he’s already looking at you.  

‘What?’ you ask, a small smile appearing on your face. Namgyu doesn’t say anything, instead reaching over the table to place his hand over yours. 

‘I’m glad I met you Y/N.’ 

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Wednesday-T.N (Part 4 of No One Noticed)

Theo Nott x F!Reader Something happens with the boys and you're the only one who can help, will you be successful? Warnings: Some angst (tiniest bit) Words: 827 A/N: This is definitely an ooc Mattheo but it adds to the story, I hope you enjoy :) Series Masterlist

Wednesday classes were finally over and you were glad to retreat to your dorm. Your feet dragged all the way, your robes begging to be taken off. When you finally enter your dorm, you’re met with a small gift box on your bed. 

Suddenly your tired energy vanished as you rushed to open it. Inside was a note that read ‘thought you’d enjoy having some decorations in your room, meet at my dorm later, Theo x’ Your interest was piqued at the mention of a decoration, so you didn’t hesitate to open the tissue paper. Once revealed, you find a photo frame with a picture of you and the boys from yesterday. You were proudly wearing the crown while Mattheo and Enzo were laughing, and Theo- well he was looking at you, clearly enthralled with your wide grin. After staring at the picture for a few moments, you were drawn to the inscription at the bottom, ‘you are not alone.’ The simple sentence almost brings you to tears, how could someone care so much.  

You place the gift on your desk, making sure it was visible from all angles- it was nice to have the reassurance. Putting on fresh clothes, you make your way to the boys' dorm, knocking softly. 

A panicked Theo opens the door, pulling you inside, ‘Thank Godric you’re here, you need to help Mattheo.’ You match Theo’s energy immediately, worrying immensely about your friend.  

 ‘What’s wrong, is he okay?’ Theo leads you towards the bathroom door where you can hear muffled sobs. Your heart breaks as you recognise the feeling- you knew what was happening.  

‘Okay you go, I’ll try sort this,’ you softly say to Theo,’ take care of yourself too Theo, go get some food from the kitchens.’ He hadn’t noticed his grumbling stomach, his worries pushed away all his needs. He nods and turns away. 

You knock and slowly open the door. Mattheo is cradled against the bathtub, tears falling from his eyes. A similar state you were in just a few nights ago.  

‘Mattheo? It’s Y/N.’  

‘Don’t call me that,’ he sobs, 'Call me anything but that.’ 

You inch closer, sitting across from him, 'What do you want me to say?’ 

‘Anything that doesn’t remind me of my father. I’m just his monster.’ 

‘Matt, come on, you’re not a monster,’ you grab his hands, pulling them away from his eyes, ‘We can’t choose our family and you’re nothing like him.’ His tear-filled eyes look into yours, telling you a thousand stories. 

‘I heard them say I’d end up like him, worse if that’s possible. Can I ever be my own person, Y/N, if all everyone does is assume I’m like him?’ 

‘Of course you can. I don’t know you well but I know for certain you’re nothing like him.’ you take his hands in yours, speaking sincerely.   

He takes a deep shuddering breathe before speaking, ‘This is so stupid. It’s be hurting for a while but today, it just snapped. It’s hopeless I can’t talk to anyone about it.’ 

‘Hey don’t say that, it’s valid to be upset about something like this. You can always talk to me about it, I, uh,’ you stop, hesitance lacing your voice’ I understand how you feel. It’s a loneliness that no one can change so you feel like there’s nothing for you anymore, right?’ you look down, fidgeting with your fingers to avoid Mattheo’s gaze. 

Mattheo breathes out a sigh of content, ‘Yeah, exactly like that, I have Theo and Enzo but do I really have them? I mean I refused to let them help, it’s only a matter of time before they stop trying.’ 

‘You guys are best friends; they wouldn’t leave you like that. You just need to let them in, like you let me in.’ 

‘Theo said you’d understand so I decided to try.’ Mattheo whispers. 

‘You’re not alone Matt.’ you bring him to his feet, brushing his curls out of his face 

‘Same goes for you, Y/N, thank you.’ 

The two of you emerge from the bathroom and you lead Mattheo to his bed, sending him a look of encouragement. Theo and Enzo look at you like you’re a hero, wonder painting their faces. You join Theo in his bed, sitting crossed legged in front of him, ‘He’s going to be okay’ 

Theo’s blue eyes drop to your lips for a split second before he regains his composure. ‘Thank you, Y/N, we were getting really worried.’ Your eyes drift towards the other two, who are in a quiet conversation, Enzo nodding his head every so often and Mattheo slowly returning to his usual self. 

‘Third reason, you care about others before yourself.’ You feel Theo’s breath near your ear and turn to face him. The thought of kissing him flashes through your mind; instead, you grab his hand, your thumb tracing over knuckles.  

‘You know, I’m starting to look forward to these.’ you admit. 

‘That means they’re working.’ 

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Hey Ghosties, just wanted to say thank you for all your support, it's very much appreciated!!! I have a couple works in progress, and I've finished my exams for this term so hopefully i'll be posting more!!!

Thank you all again for reading my silly stories <3333

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Tuesday-T.N (Part 3 of No One Noticed)

Theo Nott x F!Reader A new group of friends means your evenings are different, what's Theo's second reason? Warnings: None Words: 607 A/N: Hey ghosties, sorry for lack of uploads, school has been hectic and I have mocks next week. Also thinking of writing for Squid Game so I may have some works in progress. As always, enjoy :) Series Masterlist

Monday morning was the beginning of a new era. You had friends now as Theo said, but it didn’t take away the surprise when you heard a sharp knock on your dorm the next evening. 

You brush away the stray assignments that lay all over the room and walk to the door. Opening it, you're faced with the three boys from yesterday, each holding games and snacks. You move to the side, allowing them to enter your space. Theo looks around the room, taking notice of your organised nature but there’s no clutter; unlike his dorm which was littered with old photos and memories.  

You eye the boys closely as they get comfy on the floor, setting up a variety of muggle board games. Theo taps the spot next to him, inviting you to join, ‘Games night, so we could get to know each other better,’ he explains as he hands everyone the monopoly money, 'Hope you’re ready for some competition cara mia.’ 

The snacks are opened and shared amongst everyone, ‘Hope we got the right ones, we stole anything we could get from the kitchens.’ Mattheo says, crunching on the crisps in his hands. 

‘It’s perfect, thank you.’ you reply, picking at your nails. Theo softly grabs your hands pulling them away, sending you an understanding nod.  

‘I call the dog!’ 

‘Enzo, when aren’t you the dog?’ 

Time flies by quickly and you feel yourself loosening up. Shouts about paying rent and buying properties fuelled the regret in your mind, you should have made friends earlier. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Theo reminds you it’s almost your turn. He quickly returns to his conversation with Mattheo, grumbling about his loss. Confidence builds inside you as you turn to Enzo, 'Get ready to give me all your money Berkshire.’ 

‘What makes you say that Y/L/N?’ he teases back. 

‘You just rolled a seven, look where you land.’ Enzo’s eyes widen as he realises, he landed on your property, the most expensive on the board. ‘Y/N, how could you.’ he exclaims, reluctantly handing you his remaining bills. Theo and Mattheo exchange glances before bursting into laughter, you swiftly joining them. 

Theo pulls out a plastic crown and places it on your head, ‘I crown you, Y/N Y/L/N, the winner of this monopoly game.’ You giggle more before standing up and giving them a short curtsy. ‘I’d like to thank my loyal subjects for allowing this to happen.’ you say poshly.  

You sit back down as Theo brings out the next game, Operation. You grin with excitement, recognising the game. You all played, laughing and teasing each other at your failures. It was a great time and you wished you could live in this moment forever.  

Unbeknownst to you, Mattheo captured many pictures of the night with his muggle camera, winking at Theo as he did so. 

After many more games, it was time for them to go.  They all promised to come back soon to win back the crown. Agreeing immediately, you captured them in a hug saying goodbye. The two boys leave, but Theo remains.  

‘How are you feeling?’ 

‘I’m actually okay, this is the first night where my head wasn't swarming,’ you admit, ‘Thank you for coming.’ 

‘Second reason, you easily connect with people, not many do, yet it’s the easiest thing for you.’ 

Your heart flutters at the second reason and you engulf him in a hug, bidding him a good night. The door clicks shut and you fall onto your bed. You look over at your desk, the crown sat delicately atop your books- maybe you’ll have more to look forward to. 

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Monday-T.N (Part 2 of No One Noticed)

Theo Nott x F!Reader Theo give you the first reason. Warnings: None Words: 592 A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR GHOSTIES! Thank you guys for the love on part one!! I now have a taglist for this series, if you'd like to be added, comment or message me and as always, enjoy :) Series Masterlist

Sounds of students laughing and forks scraping was a common sign that breakfast had arrived, along with the scuffling of tired feet and huffs as students took their places at the table. Owls swooped in, bringing gifts and howlers from angry parents. The fluttering of their wings echoes in the hall, a sound you grew to adore. 

‘Y/N’s going to sit with us today.’ Theo says, taking a bite of his toast. The latest issue of the Daily Prophet hits the table as Mattheo raises his eyebrow in suspicion, Enzo following in suit. 

‘You talked to her? Is she okay?’ Enzo asks, food spilling from his mouth.  

Theo’s face conjures a look of disgust before replying,’ Something happened last night and now I have seven days to convince her to stay, so yes I talked to her.’ 

‘I don’t buy it,’ Mattheo tuts, ‘yesterday you were scared to talk to her and today you’re all buddy buddy?’ 

Theo’s eyes drift towards you as you enter the Great Hall. You were tired and you appeared lifeless, lost in your own thoughts. ‘Y/N over here!’ You turn at the sound of your name, recognising Theo as the culprit. Slowly, you make you way over to him and his friends. 

‘Shit you did talk to her, act natural!’ Mattheo panics as he grabs his discarded newspaper while Enzo puts his fingers on his chin, feigning thought. Theo shuffles up on the bench, giving you room to squeeze in. You mumble a small hello and take a seat, a small plate of food awaiting you. 

‘I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got a bit of everything.’ Theo admits. The gesture makes your heart soften and you give a thankful look towards him, ‘Thank you.’ He offers a small smile in return before going back to his food. 

‘You know that’s upside down, right?’ you ask Mattheo. 

‘Uh, yeah, I was training my eyes, yeah.’ 

‘Right and what’s with lover boy here?’ you reply, gesturing to Enzo. 

‘He’s in love with me!’ Mattheo blurts out, ‘No wait!’ he continues finding excuses, attempting to explain while you sit there, finding amusement in the scene.  

‘Are they high?’ you ask Theo. 

‘No, just in love.’ Enzo sighs dramatically, leaning his head on Mattheo’s shoulder. 

‘Touch me one more time and this fork is going straight up your-’ 

‘Okay come on now.’ Theo attempts to diffuse the situation, not realising the soft giggles that erupt from you. The Slytherins cease their childish bickering, enthralled by your laughter. Theo’s heart beats faster after noticing the grin that takes over your features. 

‘You guys are cool, thank you for letting me eat breakfast with you.’ You move to stand up but Theo’s arm brings you down again, ‘You’re stuck with us now Y/N.’ 

‘Are you sure?’ 

‘Yeah, we’ve wanted to invite you ages ago, but this one was nervous.’ Mattheo cuts in, flashing his signature Riddle smile. 

‘Thank you, I’ve never really had anyone accept me like you guys.’ 

‘Anytime’ 

Breakfast ends and Theo insists on walking you to class. Your shoulders bump together, and your hands brush multiple times, sending shivers down your spine at the close contact. ‘I never thanked you for yesterday.’ you whisper. 

‘You didn’t have to bella, I was just keeping you safe.’ As you reach your class Theo leans close to your ear, ‘First reason, you now have friends that care about you.’ Winking, he walks to his class, leaving you to wonder about this agreement- and how it might not be so bad... 

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No One Noticed-T.N

Theodore Nott x F!Reader In which Theodore Nott saves your life and spends the next week convincing you there's good things in life- In which you realise someone noticed your pain and you let him in Warnings: Talks of suicide and self harm (Nothing in depth just brief mentions) Words: 810 A/N: Hey ghosties, I hope you had an amazing holiday! Apologies for the lack of posts I've been working on this series but I am back for now so enjoy this silly project. This series is very mental health focused so just a reminder that if you are struggling it is okay to talk, my messages are always open <3 Series masterlist

Your eyes stung from the tears, the cold wind freezing them to your cheeks. The astronomy tower had become your refuge for times like this, and you were there often. The pain of your hardships lay heavy upon your heart, and you wonder if any of this is worth it. Your feet mindlessly kick as you sit on the edge, temptation filling your veins. No one noticed your pain, who would? You had nobody, nobody that cared. Every day was a constant battle, one you always lost and there were no signs of winning.  

The wind continues to blow your way, a silent invite to join it and finally be free. Letting go of the present was the forbidden fruit and you couldn't resist. More tears fell from your face, drops landing on your clothes and the floor beneath you. Your fingers trace over the scars that lay on your wrists, reading them like a story. Your eyes drift towards the open sky before you, absorbing the ethereal beauty of the stars and moon- how can something so simple behold such beauty, such mystery? 

You release a deep breath and stand to your feet, moving closer to the railing. Would anyone notice if you left without a trace? You swing your legs over the railing, sitting gently atop of it, your fingers curled around the bar. Tears masked your vision again, a reminder of the reason you were there. No one noticed, so why bother staying? You look down at the ground, taking in the vast height and fear gnaws at your brain. You’re scared but accepting, you’re weary but trusting, you’re ready but hesitant. 

You spare one last glance at the sky, you wish to shine that brightly after this. The wind is still dancing around you, begging you to join the freedom it possesses; and you accept its invitation. Your fingers release the grip they had on the railing, and you fall... 

Theodore Nott noticed. He always did. He saw how you shield your watering eyes with your hair. How you tug on your sleeve to conceal the scars. How you chewed on your lip and bounced your leg when it was the end of the day. Theo often confided in his two closest friends, spilling his worries about you and surprisingly they listened to every word, encouraging him to talk to you despite their confusion about his sudden interest in the girl who sat alone in class. A quiet understanding permeated the dorm when he spoke, all three knowing the position you were in. They began to take notice of your shattered frame and shared knowing glances, wishing they could convince you that people cared-that they cared. So, when Theo saw you walking to the tower, he followed. 

Theo’s hands wrap around your body frantically, pulling you off the railing. You sobbed in response, begging the person to let of you. Theo said nothing but brought you into his chest, letting your tears seep through his shirt. Moments after, you raise your head to see your saviour and shock consumes you. Breaking away from his embrace you begin questioning him, ‘Theodore? What-what are you doing here?’ You had only spoken to the boy briefly, so seeing him with his eyes full of concern and sympathy confused you.  ‘I followed you’, he says sheepishly. Fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you harshly respond,’ Well, you shouldn't have, I don’t need your teasing.’ 

Theo’s eyes soften at your exclamation as he considers his next words. ‘I know how you feel,’ he takes a deep breath and comes closer, capturing your hand with a touch so gentle you wouldn’t know it was there,’ but this isn’t the answer tesoro.’   You bit back instantly, ‘Why shouldn’t I do it, I don’t know you, you don’t know me, there’s nothing for me anymore!’ Theo’s cold hand cradles your cheek, clashing with your warm skin.  

‘There’s me. Let me show you why there’s things to stay for, please.’ Your defensive image breaks at his sincere tone, you’ve never heard him speak with such softness, 'Just give me a week.’ he pleads.   ‘But you don’t know me.’  ‘I was scared of ambushing you, but I've noticed your heavy heart. I want to help Y/N.’ You sigh and nod, ‘Fine, one week Theodore, but it won’t be easy.’ 

A gorgeous smile places itself on Theo, ‘You can call me Theo, no need for formalities.’ You smile shyly at him, a feeling so foreign you almost forgot what it feels like. ‘Let me walk you back to your dorm.’  

He leads you down the tower and along the corridors before stopping at the common room. You both step in, immediately faced with the warmth and comfort. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow for the first day bella.’ And for once, you were excited for the next day. 

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No One Noticed Masterlist- T.N

Theodore Nott x F!Reader In which Theodore Nott saves your life and spends the next week convincing you there's good things in life- In which you realise someone noticed your pain and you let him in Warnings: Talks of suicide and self harm (Nothing in depth just brief mentions) Total words: 7.1K A/N: If anyone reading this is experiencing these thoughts, please know it is okay to talk to someone- my inbox and messages are always open if you need someone to listen, you are not alone <33

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