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Paradise On Earth (3)
Chapter: 3. The Forbidden Zone
Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader
Warnings: Language, Violence
Summary: This is an X Reader insert rewrite of the series Outerbanks, following the plots and events of the series, with certain twists to fit the reader into the story and to make things interesting.
A/N: Let me know what you guys think! Comment or send me a message if you want to be tagged.
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Chapter 2 - Masterlist - Series Masterlist - Chapter 4
Word Count: 6.9k
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You found something, you had actually found something. You pulled out the FedEx envelope passing it to John B.
"That's not gold," Pope said from the other side. No, it wasn't gold but it came close to it, the words for P and bird were written on it. It was from your dad, he would call you P (short for princess) and he would call John B bird. JJ extended his hand to help you out, catching you by your waist when you almost fell.
"Code red, code red," JJ repeated the warning. "Square groupers, square groupers!"
"Go, go, go" you rushed. All four of you hid on the side of the wall of your ancestor's grave.
"It's the guys who robbed your house," JJ assumed, peering over the side of the stone.
"Guys, the lights." You were all rushing to turn off the flashlights, "Do you think it's them?"
"Homie's got a gun," JJ spotted. You peered up from behind JJ's shoulder to get a better look, he held you back with an arm. The pounding in your chest reminded you of the encounter at the chateau, this time you would try not to stay frozen.
"Screw this," You decided to abandon your post to not get caught by whoever was out there. Tired, of hiding and deciding to make a run for it. You lead the group, hopping over the stone wall and metal gate.
Almost home free when you saw Pope dangling on the gate, "Guys, I'm stuck." He held himself up so as not to rip his shorts.
"Pope, come on!" JJ yells, Kie and John B run back to help Pope as JJ whips out his gun. "Pope, don't move okay?"
"JJ, no!" You shove JJ's arms down from aim, "Are you crazy?"
"I'm just trying to help!"
"No, you're just dying to use that thing and you're gonna end up shooting someone."
Pope's shorts rip off by Kie pulling him down, he covers his privates with his hands awkwardly. "Nice man, it's a little tootsie roll," JJ comments.
You burst out laughing at the situation as one by one you hop into the van, successfully escaping the graveyard.
"JJ, what're doing?" You eye the bread with big spots of mold, he spreads jelly over it. "That bread had mold in it three days ago."
"I'll just pull off the bad parts," He reasons "plus, mold is good for you. It's a natural organism."
You scrunch up your nose, "I hope you enjoy whatever organism that's gonna come out of your body after you eat that."
You all circle John B in your dad's office, candles lit all over. As you said earlier, the electric company still hadn't come to fix the wires over on the cut, leaving lanterns, flashlights, and candles as your only way to see in the dark.
John B opens the envelope with his set of keys, out of the corner of your eye you see JJ gag and spit out the piece of the mold sandwich he made. You smile to yourself, knowing that you warned him and now he had to face the consequences since he didn't listen. John B slips out a paper folded a million ways, opening it up to reveal a map with coordinates.
"Holy shit," You admire.
"X marks the spot," Pope points out. One of the several lines on the map holds an X, "Longitude, latitude." John B analyzes the map.
"Wait, there's somethin' else in there," You notice the envelope still had a lump. You dig in to find a tape recorder. You pressed the play button, Dear bird and P. The sound of your dad's voice came out and it brought an overwhelming sense of sorrow.
"Who's bird and P?" JJ asked, John B answered in a tone not too far from what you were feeling, "That's what our dad called us, I was bird and Y/N was P."
Your dad's voice came back, I hate to say, 'I told you so' but I told you so. And you doubted your old man. I suspect at this moment, John B you're filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight, and Y/N, well, don't let your brother kill himself just yet. You giggled through your sobs, leaning on John B's back with your hands folded atop his head to rest yours.
I didn't expect to find the Royal Merchant either. You were probably right to call me out, wasn't exactly father of the decade. What can I say, kids? I could smell the barn and hopefully, we're listening to this in our brand new sugar-shack down in Costa Rica, livin' off passive investments and pulling on permits. If not, and you find this for less than optimal reasons, well, that's what the map is for. You all give each other a knowing look. If somethin' happens to me, finish what I started. Go for the gold, kids. I love you, Kids, even if I didn't always act like it. I'll see you on the other side.
The tape ended, leaving you and John B with an emptiness that truly let you soak in how alone you both are. John B stands from the chair stumbling to the frame of the door, sobbing.
"Holy shit! He did it, Big John found the Royal Merchant," You heard JJ flipping out in the background about the newfound information. Kie scolds him on his timing, you go to hug your brother in comfort.
~~~
It was quiet as everyone sat around the pier waiting in anticipation for someone to speak up about the treasure you all now needed to find. You were angry at your father for a long time for leaving on what he knew was a dangerous quest for gold he might not find it, now that he had you felt ashamed but finally at peace at knowing that he died after completing his lifelong goal. This was closure for you, though you knew this was only the beginning for John B, if not only to find your father but to complete the mission of finding the Royal Merchant that your Dad worked his entire life for. The search had caused a rift in the family for a time, now at least you knew it wasn't some wild goose chase and there had been something deeper all along.
"How much was it again?" JJ ascertains.
"Four hundred mill," Pope replies, You shudder at the thought of being able to even touch four hundred million dollars.
"All right, let's talk split. Now before we say evenly, may I remind you that I am the only one that can defend us from those groupers who were after us." You roll your eyes at JJ holding up his gun in proof. "Protection? Not cheap, okay?"
He was acting as if he had been a bodyguard his entire life, "J, you haven't even trained, I bet you anything that your just gonna aim for the bad guys and end up shooting us." You mention.
"Youtube, my dear, that's at least a five percent bump right there." He argues, "Any objections? didn't think so."
Kie raises her hand, JJ ignores her and continues "I don't hear any so."
"Whatever you say JJ, Pope what are you gonna do with your hundred mill?" You turn to ask him.
"Pay for college in advance and also, textbooks. Those are expensive." A total Pope answer, you wouldn't expect anything else from him.
"What about you, Kie?" You nod at her.
"Yeah, what does a socialist do when she's rich?" JJ questions taking a sip of his beer, Kie scoffs smiling, "Just wanna make a double album about OBX, the pogues. You know, the way catch a fire is about Kingston. Record it at Marley studio, Peter Tosh producing."
"Peter Tosh is dead." Pope and Kie say in sync, she slips out an "I know, spirit of Peter Tosh is will never die."
"Actually, I know what I'm gonna do." JJ declares, "I'm gonna get a big ass house on figure eight and go full kook."
"You're gonna go full kook," You stare at JJ. A boy who hated kooks wanting to go full kook, you let out a laugh.
"Yeah, you're laughing now but once you come into my mansion you're gonna see a marble statue of myself and a koi pond."
"That's if I ever visit," You smiled amused.
"Damn, after everything I've done for you. You're not gonna visit me in my mega-mansion, you'd have your own room you know," JJ suggests. You shake your head, still smiling "Define everything you've done, besides gives me constant headaches and heart attacks."
"You wound me, Princess, truly." He puts a hand on his heart in feigned hurt, "What's your plan then?"
You take a second to think, "I wanna travel the world. Travel and write stories about adventures or maybe the people I meet."
"You were always a great writer," JJ says softly staring at you. You meet his gaze, you remembered you were in 6th grade while John B, JJ, Pope, and Kie were in 7th, it was your prime crush time on JJ. You didn't bother hiding it, you would write him love letters, little things about how cute and sweet you thought he was. JJ shook it off and thought it was a running joke but little did he know you would fall more and more in love with him as the years would go on. He would write letters back flirting back until he got an actual love confession from you.
He came to talk to you after and that's when you got worried, he would usually respond in a letter and you would never really talk about your secret letters in person.
He asked if you were serious about what you wrote, you were nervously denied that it was because of the humorless tone he used when he asked. He laughed saying "Of course you weren't serious, no pogue-on-pogue macking right?" Your heart sunk, forgetting completely about the rule Kie had enforced and John B encouraged, not wanting his friend to get to you.
"Yeah, yeah," You played along not knowing what to say taking it as rejection. You didn't notice the way JJ asked in hopes that you would say the rule didn't matter, silently begging it wasn't a joke, and the notes that you and he would pass back and forth during a span of 2 months would actually mean something. "It was just jokes, J, I was just trying to see what a boy would say if I were to actually confess like that. There's this guy in my English class that sits in front of me-" You rambled about a non-existent boy to cover your lie.
After that moment you both never spoke about it, until now where you knew he was bringing up the past. The way his eyes stared fixedly at yours and the tone of his voice gave away what he was thinking and he knew you'd be the only one to understand the underlying meaning.
You tore away from his gaze to ask John B the question that circled around, "What about you, John B?"
He broke from his silent brooding atop the wooden railing and said, "To going full kook."
"To going full kook!" You all raised your beers to cheer.
~~~
You and Kie sat next to each other at the edge of the side of the HMS, both sporting new bathing suits, soaking in the sun.
JJ whistles to all your attention, "You guys see that?" You look ahead at the boat a little ways ahead, JJ spews out the facts on the boat "That's the Malibu 24-MXZ, the world's finest wakesetter, number one in luxury, quality, and performance. 200K easy."
"We picked the wrong parents," Pope commented.
"I hate to break it to you guys, but that's Topper and his girlfriend," Kie stated.
The HMS Pogue and the expensive deep plum-colored boat slowly float past each other, Sarah Cameron stares directly with her boyfriend's arm wrapped around her waist, simply facing away as you pass ignoring you all.
"You don't have to act like you don't see us, bitch," Kie glares in the direction they're heading.
Since figure eight was the only side of the island to have internet you all headed to a hotel where JJ worked when he wasn't working at the country club, to look up the coordinates of the map. Pope took the lead typing it in on the computer's digital map.
"Shit, it's on the high side, only 900 feet." John B pointed out shrugging.
"That's not too deep," JJ added. 900 feet seemed pretty deep to you, then again what did you know how far you could go underwater to retrieve hidden treasure.
"Is that doable or something?" Kie asked, JJ nodded "Yeah, totally doable."
"Okay, so how will we possibly get 900 feet down in the water, Mr. Diver." You raise a brow in question.
"The salvage yard, they got a drone that drops 1,000. It has a 360 camera and everything." JJ explained, "it's for like, deep dives and stuff, it's exactly what we need."
"Can your dad get his grimy little hands on that?" John B asked.
"Well, my dad's grimy little hands got his ass fired, I guess the salvage captain frowns on showing up shitfaced, turns out."
"But the drone's there," You inquire. He nods, "It's in the impound yard out back."
"The Royal Merchant is how much again?" You look at John B, "400 mill."
The solution to the mechanism that would lead you to the 400 million dollars that would change your lives was staring right in front of you. They all knew it, Pope sprinted to the door to block it with his body.
"No, absolutely not." He protested, "No!"
"Pope, move," Kie peeled his arms from the door successfully moving him out of the way.
"Guys, that's too-" He groaned, "Can't we do anything legal for money."
You skip out the door, excited for the new adventure tapping Pope on the cheek when you pass him to catch up with Kie and JJ, "We tried that already Poopy."
Pope complaining on the illegality of the situation all the way to the van and on the way there, despite all the reassurances that in the end, it will all be worth it.
"Pope, we're not stealing the drone, we're borrowing it." John B justifies.
Pope sits behind John B driving with his arms crossed, "Humans are the only animal that can't tell fantasy from reality."
"Did you come up with that?" John B asks.
"No, Albert Bernstein came up with that but it applies to this whole treasure-hunting thing."
"This whole treasure hunting thing gives me pirates of the Caribbean vibes," You murmur.
You catch JJ smiling into the joint he was rolling with his tongue, "So, which is it, fantasy or reality?" Pope relays the options to John B.
"Why you so weird Pope?" JJ says aloud, Kie answers Pope's question "It's fantasy, but a possible reality."
"Reality," You and Kie smile at each other.
"Virtual Reality," JJ mutters about to light the plant-filled rolled but Pope plucked it from JJ's lips, tossing it aside. "Keep the signal clear," he reminds JJ of his job.
"Rude, poopy," You picked it up putting it between your lips signaling at JJ to light it. "I need this for courage," As you spoke you pulled up where Kie's jeep was parked, the HMS Pogue connected at the back.
You open the back sliding door, "After all it's not what you do for misogyny but what misogyny can do for you."
"That's my girl," JJ encouraged. You took your last two hits passing it to JJ.
"Hey, don't worry. You got this," John B tells Kie who walks backward and says "It's not me I'm worried about."
John B then points at you "And you, try not to get into too much trouble, yeah?"
"I could say the same thing for you, big brother" You salute him before following Kie.
She drove you both to the location where JJ's dad used to work, "Plan?" You asked her before heading out.
"Use your assets, as disgusting as that sounds, distract him for a sec while I unscrew the bolts to the tires and let the air out." She sighs out, you exhale to release the anxiety.
"Sounds easy enough," You and Kie glance at each other then open the doors to get on with the plan. "We definitely need a girl's night after this," You slip in before walking up to the security gate. "Oh, for sure," Kie whispers back ducking to fulfill her part of the plan.
"Hello," You wave to catch his attention "Excuse me?"
"Can I help you?" A bald 40-year-old looking man walks up to the gate, You smile sweetly "Hi, um my friend and I actually have a flat tire."
You pleaded to whatever God that you were doing this right, "I was wondering if you could maybe help us out?" You let out a soft chuckle.
"Yeah," He agreed going back up to his booth to open the gate.
You let out a breath, "gross." You walk the guy to the back left side of the boat where Kie was standing pretending to observe the tire.
"Yeah, so it's right over here."
"Oh, you got help, thank god." She feigned relief, pressing a hand to her chest.
"Been sitting in the yard too long?" The guard asks.
"Yeah," You lean against the boat to play it off.
"I got this," He squats down with his tools.
"Thank you so much," You said flirtatiously. You felt his eyes roaming your body while you were looking around making sure the boys were in the clear.
A few minutes later you hear a dog barking inside the gate where the boys were, "You heard that?" The guard got up.
"Heard what?" You asked innocently, looking over at Kie who was working quickly to let the air out of the other tire.
"Oh, Tebow's got somethin',"
"It's probably just a raccoon, maybe. You know?" You thought you had him fooled when he crouched down again asking "Hey, where's your friend? It looks all good now."
He walks over to the other side, "Wait, I-"
"What the hell are you doing?"
"This one looks a little low too," She pretends to inspect it. It doesn't go over well with the guy who quickly runs inside the gate.
"Shit," You and Kie rush to the car. "They're not gonna get caught," You whisper to yourself repeatedly as a way to manifest a positive outcome.
You all reconvene at the chateau relaxing on the porch sharing the details on what happened that separated you all.
"When I tell you I had no fricking clue what I was doing!" You bark out a laugh recounting your feeling on "flirting" with the guard.
"Dude, I could tell by the way you were looking over at me every couple of seconds," Kie retorts "I thought the guy just had to know something was up."
"Hey, at least you didn't have to flirt with him, Ms. 'Oh, thank God you came to save us"
"Alright, ladies, ladies you're both pretty," JJ intervened "Who else is hungry because I'm starving!"
You rolled your eyes, John B spoke up "Kie, think you could spare us?"
"Yeah, think my parents could spare a couple of plates for my strays," She gets up arm extended towards you. You take it, the both of you strutting to the car.
~~~
You obviously couldn't tell how hungry you were from all the excitement because the moment you stepped in the wreck you could've fainted at the sight of food. You and JJ held on to each other dramatically eyes wild, searching for anything edible.
"What I would do for beer, shrimp, and grits right now," JJ spoke to himself as Kiara greeted her dad behind the counter.
You followed her deeper into the restaurant as she continued to speak with her dad, hopefully being able to convince him to let you all eat leftovers.
John B, you, JJ, and Pope circle the back tables as you look for seats; eyeing the other customer's plates. You were sure you all looked like a group of wolves foraging. You look away from the half-full plate, your stomach growling in protest. Mr. Carrera then looks at you all and you each wave, awkwardly standing, waiting for Kie's say so.
You take it as a good sign when you see Kie smiling and hugging her dad, "Sit down," She says and you all clamber to the empty chairs.
Mr. Carrera brings out 5 red baskets of food, setting them down in front of each of you. The moment it touches the table you're stuffing whatever you can fit inside your mouth.
"Jesus, Y/N" John B's eyes widen
"Oh shut up, look at yourself right now," John B was a perfect mirror of yourself, mouth full barely able to chew. At this point, your level of starvation overcame your care to look decent.
"I have never seen you eat as much as you have right now," JJ stares as if he's witnessing a cosmic event.
"Y'all are so dramatic," You get up from your chair beside JJ and move next to Pope. Kie sets up music in the background and dances to the table to set the jar of water for refills, on the table. She waves over to John B, pretending to reel him in so that he could dance with her.
You settle in the backless high chair on the small island, next to Pope, you open your mouth to grumble about being judged for the way you eat when you catch Pope staring at Kiara longingly. How could you have missed this? The obvious pining, you were too busy caught up in your own pining to see. You wondered if anyone else knew, Pope was a good guy, and though you secretly hoped for Kie and your brother to get together, Pope was everything Kie could want. He actually cared, he would put thought into everything he does for her.
You thought about how you approach this, then tossed the thought aside going for it. You nudged Pope with your shoulder, "So?"
"Oh, hey Y/N," He replied simply. You rolled your eyes, nudging him again, nodding towards Kie not so discretely.
"You're gonna have to be more specific Y/N, because I have-" He paused, putting the pieces together at the sight of your chesire smile "No."
"Yes," You smiled shaking your head eagerly.
"No, Y/N," Pope said sternly.
"Y/N, yes," You referred to yourself in the third person "When were you going to tell me?"
"There's nothing to tell," He shrugged, taking a scoop of grits and eating it.
"Sure there is and I'm gonna sit here waiting till you tell me," You cross your leg one over the other, placing your elbow on your knee and a hand on your chin. "You're gonna be sitting there for a while," He states.
"I've got time," He gives you a doubtful look. "Really, cause you got work tomorrow bright and early."
"You're wrong for that, Poopy," You shove him playfully. JJ stands behind you both, slinging his arms around both your shoulders. "What are you two chatty Charlies talking about?"
"Chatty Charlies?" You raise a brow, "a little bit premature to be using dad jokes, huh JJ?"
"I don't know, why don't ask Vanessa from 5th period," He jokes. You scrunch your nose up in disgust, "Nice JJ, real nice." Pope added.
"We were just discussing," Pope shoots you a look before you answer. "Work, I wanna ask Mr. Carrera if he would be interested in letting me work here now that John B got fired." It wasn't a complete lie, you intended on asking Kie's dad if you could start working there as your official second job. You already waited on tables at the country club so you'd have the experience from that and the times where you helped them out when you wanted to hang out with Kie while she was on her shift. You just wanted to wait for the right time to ask.
"I was telling her that my dad wouldn't mind having you work for him," Pope stated.
"As much as I love Heywards, I need a place with at least some air conditioning." You replied, "Speaking of, I think I get out while you two are delivering tomorrow, maybe I could help y'all out so you get out of it quicker?"
"If you want, it's only a couple deliveries and I think one of them is actually to the country club or right by it." Pope clarified, "Mkay, I'll meet you in the path by the docks."
JJ went to go bother John B and Kiara so you took the opportunity to whisper to Pope, "This conversation isn't over."
By the end of the night you and Kie agreed to a sleepover, she offered to give you a ride to work before joining the boys in seeing if the camera would work.
~~~
A full 6 hours of work later, your starving and tired from staying up with Kie, watching movies, and talking knowing you had work but it had been a while since you spent time with her just one on one without the influence of the boys looming over. You came to regret not getting as much sleep as you should have. You almost dropped a sleeve of plates trying to make it one trip to the table you were serving, tripping over yourself. You weren't normally clumsy, only when you lacked sleep or when something was on your mind, this time it was the former. Luckily you made it through the day, your final task being meeting up with Pope to help him with the groceries he needed to deliver to the house near the country club.
You walk down the path to where you knew Pope would come from, You were planning on waiting on the corner but heard a commotion coming from the other side. Normally, you would ignore it, minding your business so as not to get into trouble but you overheard Rafe's voice.
"My bad man," You walk to the other side to see Pope on the ground with his knees to his stomach and arms to cover his face, beers scattered everywhere.
"What the fuck is going on here?" You yell, Pope scrambles to get up and swings at Rafe, Rafe stabs the gold club into Pope's gut and swings it back, slamming onto Pope's back as he's keeled over.
"Rafe, stop!" You scream, "Topper, stop him!"
You plead at Topper who looks just as shocked as you were, Topper just holds out his hands to calm him "Rafe, Rafe! Come on, man!"
You run over to Pope, falling to your knees "Pope, Hey it's me" You grab his face in your hands to check if he was conscious.
"Stay down, bitch!" Rafe shouts, You snap your head around furiously. You lay Pope's head down so he could recover on his own for a second, you get up and march up to Rafe. "You asshole, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" You slap him, he breathes out angrily.
You try to hone your anger but you couldn't at the sight of Pope laying there struggling to breathe or to even get up, Rafe mercilessly beat Pope to the ground and for what? You turn your back on him for a second thinking he wasn't worth it but then again he deserved what was coming to him. You used all your anger to used that force took a step back and swung your fist back, your right fist connecting with his left cheek. You were sure it would leave a bruise, you picked up a bit of sand and threw it at his eyes, using his momentary blindness you kneed him in the groin.
"Y/N that's enough!" Topper warned.
"It's enough when I say it's enough!" Topper stood between you and Rafe holding out an arm to stop you. Rafe seemed to recover grabbing the golf club, hitting the ground with it, letting out a battle cry.
You thought he would've hit you with it but Topper pushed him back, "Rafe, listen, come on, man."
Rafe walks away then, comes back again towering over you, crouched down beside Pope. You glare at him as he leaned closer to you both, "Hey, We don't want you here, got that?"
"Let them go, man," Topper weak attempt at controlling his friend.
"Stay off figure eight, Pogue." You gawk at him in distaste, Topper hangs back for a second looking at the damage Rafe caused, in shock.
"You better get out of here, Topper." You warn "Because I swear to god this is not over!"
You yell louder, "you hear that Rafe! I said this isn't fucking over!"
Pope gushes out blood from his mouth, you hold back tears that threaten to slip out your eyes, the sight of him too much to handle. You inhale shakily, knowing you have to pull yourself together, "Pope, C-can you help me help you stand up?"
"Y-yes," He says with a ragged breath.
You wrap his arm over your shoulders, holding his arm with your right and your left arm around his waist to help him walk.
Pope spoke through clenched teeth, "My dad's going to kill me."
"We'll worry about that later, let just get to the boat."
The walk to the boat was a quiet struggle, he couldn't hold his weight back as much but you managed to get by without coming across a lot of people. As soon as you got to where the boat was parked, you searched for a first aid kit. You already knew what to do from years of practice, cleaning up JJ's scrapes and cuts he got from his dad. You cleaned up Pope's cuts as best you could with what you had, while you waited for JJ to get back, Pope was silent as you finished throwing out the swabs of blood.
"Pope! Dude, you are not going to believe what just happened to me, man!" JJ comes running from the long pier, "Whoo! that was the best 100 bucks I've ever made!"
Pope starts up the boat and pulls out into the marsh the moment JJ stepped foot on the deck. "Oh, what's up princess!" He ruffles your hair, "When I say count me in on all these grocery deliveries, Pope, I mean it."
"How 'bout next time, you guys use the buddy system, yeah?"
"Wait, why?" JJ looks between you and Pope confused, "What's up with you? Bro, you good?"
"No, he's not good JJ," You cross your arms.
"Yo, what happened to your face, dude?" JJ lifts Pope's cap slightly, "Jesus! what happened?"
"Rafe and Topper jumped me," Pope replied. "They said no pogues on their side of the island," The memory of Rafe crouched next to you and Pope, spitting out those words made your blood boil, it made you wish you hit Rafe more than what you already did.
"What are you gonna do?" JJ asked, "Hold up, they didn't touch you did they?" JJ grabs you by the shoulders inspecting you top to bottom.
"No, but I made sure Rafe wouldn't ever try to." You scoffed, "I don't think I could've given him the same damage though."
"You were great, Y/N, thanks." Pope gave you a pain-filled smile.
JJ pulls you closer with his arm around your shoulder, "so, what's the plan?"
"This is war Pope, they hit us, we hit them," Pope dives into the water. The plan ended up being to sink Topper's very expensive boat. You stay hidden by the wheel, out of sight out of mind, and JJ is a lookout with his sunglasses and bandana.
Pope pulls himself back into Heyward's boat, waving the piece he stole from Topper's boat.
"I'm so proud of you right now," JJ smiles triumphantly.
"Guys, you can't tell anybody," Pope states, staring at both of you directly.
"Oh, no yeah totally dude," JJ agrees.
"No, I'm serious, dude. Not Kie, not John B, nobody" He says seriously, "Y/N that goes for you too. I know John B's your brother and all but not a word,"
"Please, as if I tell John B everything, my lips are sealed." You mock zipping your lips and throwing away the key. "Yeah, what she said, now give me that," JJ demands Pope to hand over the thing Pope stole from the luxurious boat.
JJ tosses it far into the marsh, "Okay, let's get outta here!"
You watch as Toppers boat sinks into the water, as you leave.
~~~
The moment you stepped on land, you threw some random excuse at JJ and Pope telling them you'll see them later at the chateau. You were close enough to the spot, sprinting and hoping he was there. You carried your pepper spray and self-defense knife in your bag wherever you go, so if he tried anything you would be ready.
Lo and behold he was sitting with a flask in hand. "Oh ho, look who it is!" He shouts dramatically, something he did a lot you were coming to realize.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Rafe?"
"What's wrong with me?" He looked bewildered "Your friend comes to my side of the island and expects there not to be consequences."
"He was doing his job, you daddy's little bitch boy!" You shove him back once he got too close when you climbed your way to the top.
He snatches your wrist, bumping your chest into his, you fight against his hold. He holds strength in the one hand he's holding you with, he searches your face caressing it from your temple to your cheek. You stare back furiously yet in curiosity, he roughly squeezes your cheeks, "You really test my patience, angel."
"I hate you," You spat.
"Then why are you here?"
You jerk yourself out of his grip, "to tell you that our deal is off."
"You can't do that!"
"Yes, I can," You go to climb down the ladder, once again Rafe reaches for your wrist stopping you. "Our deal wasn't legally fucking binding, Rafe, let me go!"
He does as you say, once you reach the ground he yells out "You're going to regret this, Pogue!"
~~~
The sun is setting as You rush into the chateau to change and catch some waves with Pope, JJ Kie, and John B who are already in the water, sitting on their boards. The rest of the evening was spent surfing with the pogues, you weren't the best surfer but you tried and it was a fun hobby. JJ taught you how to ride a surfboard, he taught you almost everything you know funnily enough. If it wasn't for the painful feelings you have for him he would've been like a brother to you, though that spot has been taken up by Pope. But even though he'd always be the best friend you were in love with, you knew JJ had always thought of you as a sister.
One day, John B suspected something was going on between you and JJ confronted him about it. They didn't know you were right around the corner when you heard JJ say that what John B was suspecting was weird and that you were like the little sister he never had. And just like that moment with the letters, your heart broke for the second and final time. After that you never thought to assume he returned your feelings, you simply went on with how you would usually act with JJ knowing it didn't mean anything nor will it ever mean anything more to him.
All the touching and the nicknames and the flirting was just JJ being JJ. Now, you were just left with these strong unreciprocated emotions always hoping for more.
You became distracted, slipping from your board, crashing down into the water. "Woah, you almost caught that!" Kie exclaiming, referencing the mid-size wave that caused your fall.
"You good?" JJ called out to you.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna go in," You paddle to shore.
You swipe your towel from the tree branch you left it on, wrapping it around yourself then sat down at the root of the tree. You felt the urge to read your book now that you were sitting and waiting for the others, "Yo, you good?" JJ strolls up to you.
"Yeah, 'M tired" You yawned "the blow made me realize how exhausted I actually am."
He nodded, "We're gonna head out right now if you wanna head to the twinkie, could give you a piggyback ride?" He offered.
"Sure, we haven't done that in a while" You got up dusting off the towel you had still wrapped around you. "I just have to get my clothes and book," JJ waves the book you left on top of your clothes on the beach. "Oh, these?"
"Hand them over, J" You held out a hand, he only passed you the book. "My clothes?" you asked expectantly.
"Ah ah ah," He waves a nagging finger. "You're gonna have to catch me first," You shifted your weight on one foot placing a hand on your hip. "What are we five?"
"Is that any way to talk to someone who has your life in their hands?"
"You have my shorts and top JJ," You deadpanned. "I could go back home like this if I wanted to."
"Great, I like you better this way anyway." He sized you up and took a step closer, making you step back against the trunk of the tree.
"Watch yourself, J" You leaned towards him, "Wouldn't want JB seeing you flirt with his dear baby sister."
"Y/N, you're only a year younger than us," He says running a hand through his hair.
"Tell him that," You look to your left where you see John B, Pope, and Kiara coming from the water laughing about something. "For the record, I like you better this way too," You eye him up and down the same way he did to you. You took a step closer to him, your eyes stuck on his ocean blue ones like a trance. His eyes flickered to your lips then back to your eyes, "What're you doing?" You whispered.
He broke out of the bubble that had formed around you both, "Nothing princess." He hands you, your clothes and walks away. You quickly slip on your shirt and shorts, running to catch up with JJ who wasn't too far away, you use your momentum to jump. He catches you with a slight fumble, "think I was gonna let you out of the piggyback ride?"
"No," He chuckles "of course not."
You wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head against his, enjoying the walk.
~~~
"You really think it's out there?" Pope who was still skeptical, asked "Like no bullshit?"
You and JJ sat on the hammock, Kie, Pope, and John B sat around in chairs.
"I think I do," John B answered.
"Only one way to find out," Pope and John B did the secret handshake.
"Look we're gonna find it y'know," Kie speaks up.
"Even JJ believes," You add. Soon regretting it, "Oh my God, JJ, do you really believe?" John B mocks you.
"Totally, wait, are we talking about four mil?"
"Four hundred mil," you all clarify in unison.
"Jinx," You and Kie say at the same time. "I'm gonna dream about shipwrecks," JJ shifts to his side. "Goodnight birdshit!"
You travel on Heyward's boat at the direct location of the coordinates, you each were tasked with something to keep watch of.
JJ was steering the boat, Pope was looking at the drone screen, John B was shouting at instructions at JJ on where to keep the boat, You and Kie were keeping track of the line you had to bring the drone down on.
"Four hundred feet!" You call out. You bring down another couple of feet of the bright yellow line, "The tide's turning."
"Hey, JJ, ten seconds easy," John B says.
"Copy that," He calls back out.
"JJ, 20 seconds mid-speed, all right? south."
"Keep the tether out of the prop!" JJ states. The begins to get harder to move with the current, "I'm trying!"
"Okay, 700 feet!" The sky is now a dark gloomy gray, clouds surround the sky, this not ideal weather to be doing this. You all feel the storm coming, but you all can't leave now. Thunder crashes in the sky, "900 feet!"
"JJ, we're gonna turtle in this storm, man." John B voices.
"920!" You exclaim. John B shouts out more directions to JJ, Kie helps you after seeing you struggle with the line. "John B, there's too much current, we're gonna lose it!"
The boat comes to a steady stop, you hear beeping coming from the tablet John B is holding. "C'mon Pope, what'd you see?" he pleads.
"Nothin'. A whole lot of nothin'"
"Y/N!" Pope shouts. You shout back, "960, 970, 980!" The line almost runs out until Pope declares, "I'm at the bottom! I'm at the bottom!"
You, Kie, Pope, and John B stare at the screen, the sunken ship with barnacles and rust pops up on the screen as the camera swims around it.
John B smiles "It's the royal merchant."
Chapter 4
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j e a l o u s y
fandom- Harry Potter
pairing(s)- theodore nott
a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite bois, requests are forever open, luv, teddy
requested- yes
warnings- none i think-
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Theodore Nott, the king of the hearts of the innocent with all his pride which no one could strip from him, all the power which no one could touch, the one so high from all, that no one would play against his will.
then why oh why was everything he had built for himself, his charm, his walls, his cool, all fumbling and crumbling beneath him when you arrived?
you weren't his girlfriend, why should he care what you did or with who you did. he shouldn't be bothered.
But it did
the music blared, and the common room was fully alive but his eyes never left you for the two hours in the Slytherin party after a excellent match as a bloke tried so desperately to talk you up. So desperate to get just a smile from his girl. its as if he actually thought she would want to be near him or his drunk antics which just seemed to light the fire in Nott more.
At this point he was stumbling attempting to twirl a strand of your hair as you tried to gently move away from getting beer spilt over your dress.
"touch her and i'll break your neck"
A hand slid through you waist, but it was the hand with a snake coiled ring you recognized by touch. the arm dragged her away into the crowd, leaving the bloke confused and high.
"how many bloody times have i told you not to that Nott?"
"as if you'd be caught anywhere near his pants"
"what if I did? atleast he shows consistent interest"
I shouldn't have said that
you thought he would be frustrated, or at least mad. instead he did the most unexpected thing expected from Theodore Nott. he revealed a smile spread out on his face. an absolutley stunning one where it showcased its dimples and made your heart do leaps.
"you're so cute, but not in a I wanna pat you head but in a I wanna push you up against the wall, and show that balding bitch who's name you'll be screaming for the rest of your damn life"
"And my darling, i will do everything in my power to show you that i am the only man you will ever lay eyes on as long as i live and breathe."
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oliveswiftly · 3 hours ago
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j e a l o u s y
fandom- Harry Potter
pairing(s)- theodore nott
a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite bois, requests are forever open, luv, teddy
requested- yes
warnings- none i think-
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Theodore Nott, the king of the hearts of the innocent with all his pride which no one could strip from him, all the power which no one could touch, the one so high from all, that no one would play against his will.
then why oh why was everything he had built for himself, his charm, his walls, his cool, all fumbling and crumbling beneath him when you arrived?
you weren't his girlfriend, why should he care what you did or with who you did. he shouldn't be bothered.
But it did
the music blared, and the common room was fully alive but his eyes never left you for the two hours in the Slytherin party after a excellent match as a bloke tried so desperately to talk you up. So desperate to get just a smile from his girl. its as if he actually thought she would want to be near him or his drunk antics which just seemed to light the fire in Nott more.
At this point he was stumbling attempting to twirl a strand of your hair as you tried to gently move away from getting beer spilt over your dress.
"touch her and i'll break your neck"
A hand slid through you waist, but it was the hand with a snake coiled ring you recognized by touch. the arm dragged her away into the crowd, leaving the bloke confused and high.
"how many bloody times have i told you not to that Nott?"
"as if you'd be caught anywhere near his pants"
"what if I did? atleast he shows consistent interest"
I shouldn't have said that
you thought he would be frustrated, or at least mad. instead he did the most unexpected thing expected from Theodore Nott. he revealed a smile spread out on his face. an absolutley stunning one where it showcased its dimples and made your heart do leaps.
"you're so cute, but not in a I wanna pat you head but in a I wanna push you up against the wall, and show that balding bitch who's name you'll be screaming for the rest of your damn life"
"And my darling, i will do everything in my power to show you that i am the only man you will ever lay eyes on as long as i live and breathe."
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Do You Still Care?
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pairing: bf!mattheo x fem!gryffindor!chaser!reader
genre: angst
tw: mental health issues on y/n’s side (briefly) mentioned, mention of sex, swearing
word count: 5112
summary: mattheo’s plan to see if you still care backfires completely and ends with a breakup, but are you two able to resolve what's gone wrong?
Songs: the way i loved you - taylor swift (lyrics used), scared of my guitar - olivia rodrigo
a/n: thanks for the help @inksoakedparchment <3
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dividers by @chachachannah
The promise ring landed on the cold stone flooring of the Slytherin common room with a metallic clink as you dropped the silver jewellery to catch Mattheo’s attention. You were both disappointed and frustrated with him because the last thing you thought you’d see when stepping into the Slytherin commons was a girl, clearly not you, sitting in your boyfriend’s lap.
Mattheo, clearly enjoying himself as he had his hands on the girl’s waist, turned his head to look at you. The shine left his eyes as they met yours, but his gaze soon dropped to the ring he bought you for your second anniversary, which was now on the floor. It stirred something in him, even the thought of it not being on your finger, where it belonged didn’t sit right in him. But he had to hide his pain. He knew he couldn’t break now.
Your facial muscles hardened as you crossed your arms in front of your chest, eyeing your boyfriend angrily, the girl in his lap oblivious to everything around her as all she cared about was that she got the privilege of touching Mattheo Riddle.
“I’m breaking up with you,” you exclaimed coldly, closing off the emotions and locking them up before they could overtake you. If he plays the indifferent, so are you.
This snapped Mattheo out of his trance as he realized he took it too far, and that his plan backfired. “What? No, Y/N, you can’t just say that-“
“Well, yeah, I can,” you spat and shook your head as you eyed the girl from a year below you in his lap and with a scoff, you added, “We’re over, Mattheo.”
“No, you’re overreacting,” he practically pushed the girl off his lap as he got up to be at eye level with you. Walking up to you, he took the promise ring from the floor and held it up for you between his thumb and index fingers. “We’re good together, princess. I love you, you love me. You can’t break up with me,” he shook his head as he tried to hold a desperate sound back, trying hard to maintain this cold facade he mastered throughout the years — the one he only let fall completely when he was around you.
You pushed his hand with the ring away as you spoke up angrily, “But I’m not going to be a second choice every time you see a pretty girl!” and without warning, you turned around and walked out of the common room.
He was still shocked as he stared at your ring between his fingers. This was a stupid game, he shouldn’t have done this. You were his first real girlfriend. The first serious relationship and the last he wanted to ever end. Why did he flirt with a girl in the first place even? It was because you two had been arguing a lot lately, which only resulted in your relationship becoming more of a competition of who can shut down more and keep the indifferent, cold act up. You needed time because it had always been hard for you to express your feelings the moment they appeared — you needed to digest them and let them digest you before you could finally get them off your chest in one way or another. But the more you kept it for yourself the more he thought you were falling out of love with him and didn’t care about him anymore. That’s why he came up with this idea; to make you jealous to see if you did still care. He was only now thinking about how he should’ve given you the time you needed to open up.
You hadn't even talked to him for weeks, trying to push the pain of the breakup down by focusing on other things: your studies, friends, yourself and you were working on erasing Mattheo from your life. And how could you make yourself forget about that twat? By replacing him.
Not the most logical thing to do, for sure and it only complicated things even more, but you got together with Michael Corner from Ravenclaw. It wasn't quite a mature thing to do, especially when Michael did actually have feelings for you and you knew how you'd regret this later because it could only end in pain on one of your side. Because if he found out you — let's be real — used him, he'd get heartbroken and angry. But if he didn't find out, you'd be unhappy with him which he probably wouldn't even notice. So, this is how you got yourself trapped in this vicious circle.
Mattheo, on the other hand, had been acting like a complete douchebag since you'd broken up with him. Not that he had been that nice before. But now the number of the fights he got himself into had severely increased, he started acting colder than anytime else before, and he started looking through you like you weren't even there. He also lost interest in his studies almost completely, his marks dropping lower and lower each day. Or, well, his enquiry had decreased to practising the jinxes and hexes he'd learnt on other students, and getting rid of his excess energy and frustration on the Quidditch pitch. Each and every time he saw you, it just annoyed him so much. He didn't like you with this new other guy, he hated how you seemed to enjoy your life without him so easily. He despised Michael, hated the way he talked with that stupid Welsh accent, and how he always seemed to have his goddamn hand on your waist, right where he had his when you two were together. No one other than him had the right to touch you, in his opinion, and he couldn't stand the mental image of you with someone else. He missed seeing the way your face lit up every time you got excited about something, he missed how your pretty eyes were sparkling and shining when you looked at him. He missed you, and how it had been before things started going spiralling down with all those many and frequent arguments lately. He was miserable and as much as it is selfish, he wanted you to feel just as bad.
But leading the word back to you, erasing him from your life had been harder than you make it seem to be. But knowing his grades were dropping and seeing him acting like a total arse to everyone all you could think of is how this all is your fault, how you were the source of causes behind him changing this seriously.
By the time the day of the Gryffindor-Slytherin match came, students were betting on either team or even making it complicated as "Potter will catch the Snitch but Slytherin will win." Of course, they were; every year this is the biggest match between all houses since the rivalry is the worst between these two houses. It's even worse than a World Cup — it's like boys comparing their sizes. It's no different this year either. The Beaters aren't playing as 'nicely' as they do against Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff — they don't only hit the Bludgers with their bats but the Beaters, and occasionally, the Chasers of the opposing team, too, and the Chasers go on the speed they normally would.
You were manoeuvring with the Quaffle in your hand across the field while Mattheo tried to take you down by crossing your way. Yes, he wanted to win and wanted you to lose for once but despite being as angry and frustrated with you, he couldn't bring himself to tackle you down with a Bludger. How could he? Yes, you broke up with him but that doesn't mean anyone can hurt you. You are his princess, Merlin forbid anyone touching you.
"Twat," you muttered to yourself as Mattheo passes you by, but then set off with greater speed to score another against Slytherin, making it 140-100 for Gryffindor. Soon, Slytherin scored too, as Theo got the Quaffle in his hands, but as you set off to get the ball back, a Bludger coming from Goyle hit your broom. This caused you to lose your balance and your grip on the broom handle.
Mattheo watched in horror as you were hanging from your broom, in the air, among the flying balls and students. His mind immediately went blank as he witnessed the scene before his eyes and he forgot all about the game. Without thinking about it any further, he set off in your direction instantly and wrapped an arm around your waist to save you from falling, and before you’d known, you were sitting behind him on the broom.
“What are you doing?” you asked as you wrapped your arms around his torso.
“Making sure you don’t fall, you idiot,” he exclaimed, trying to ignore the rapid pounding of his heart in his chest as you held onto him tight. Merlin, he missed your body close to his so much.
“Thanks,” you muttered reluctantly, trying to push down ann the feelings that lingered in you for him still.
“Don’t mention it,” he shook his head with a cold tone as he took you to the ground to get your broom back from where it’d fallen. He didn’t want to let go of you, he wanted you to stay pressed up against him, just to feel your arms around him, your warm breath tickling the soft skin of his neck. But he knew he had to let go. You have moved on, you don’t even talk.
Muttering another ‘Thanks’ when you got off from behind him, you went to grab the broomstick. He hopped off his broom too, watching as your delicate figure walked away from him frustratedly, trying to keep up the image that this hadn’t affected him at all, which took him back to how much he hated your new boyfriend. He was supposed to be your boyfriend, you two should’ve lived happily ever after like you two had dreamed.
And now, after the brief moment together, he hated the Ravenclaw boy even more.
“Don’t forget the game is still going on. Or are you worried about your little boyfriend seeing us together?” the mocking words rolled off his tongue without him even thinking about what he was saying.
Your blood boiled at his comment, but when your eyes flickered to the Ravenclaw stands, seeing Michael in all Gryffindor colours, you somehow didn’t feel guilty for the Ravenclaw boy witnessing this scene with you and your ex-boyfriend. “Jealous?” You spat at Mattheo and rolled your eyes, gripping your broomstick.
He let out a sarcastic scoff and following suit, he rolled his eyes. “Jealous? Of the nerd?”
Of course he was jealous, but he couldn’t possibly admit it. This was a game of who is the most stubborn to admit their true feelings. And he wasn’t going to lose. But it took everything in him not to just push you back to the ground, climb on top of you and fuck kiss you until you forget your goddamn boyfriend’s name.
“Yeah. Jealous ‘cause I’m with him?” You stepped back. Michael is a nice guy, you had to give him that. But he’s not Mattheo. Michael wasn’t by far the one you wanted, not who you loved. He didn’t have those mesmerizing chocolate eyes that stared into your soul and shined when he was looking at you, he didn’t have the dark curls you instinctively raked your fingers through after a long day when he was lying on top of you, using your breasts as a pillow and listening to your heartbeat like it was a music you composed only for him.
His eyes remained on you, and that little statement made him snap on an instant. He threw his broom onto the ground to be able to step closer and pull you in by the waist and flush your body against his. By this time, he had completely forgotten about the match going on — not that you had thought about that at this moment either. It was just the two of you again, even if just for a moment, even if it was only arguing with your ex-boyfriend. “Damn right, I’m jealous. He gets to touch you. He gets to kiss you. I hate it.”
“He can see this. Us. Everyone can,” you instinctively gripped onto his upper arms as your bodies stayed pressed against each other while glaring into his eyes. You couldn’t deny that you missed this closeness with him. Because your heart still only desired him and had no space for anyone else in it.
Mattheo glanced around, seeing the people and players looking at the two of you. But he didn’t actually give a damn about that right then. He was completely focused on you, his eyes burning with jealousy and a hint of desire. His hands remained on your waist as he wanted nothing more than to just kiss you without a care in the world about the public. “Do I look like I care?”
“No. We both know that’s not something you normally do,” you freed yourself from his grip as you made the snarky comment about the girl in his lap before grabbing your broom again and setting off to continue the match. How dare he come at you with how jealous he is after what he’d done? Bloody git.
The team was cheering after Harry had caught the Snitch, right when Katie scored through a hoop one last time, making the final score 340-250 for Gryffindor. When Crabbe’s Bludger hit you and you fell off your broom, leading to the ominous conversation with Mattheo, the Gryffindor team lost you, a damn good Chaser for enough time for Slytherin to win over the points, so when Crabbe scolded Mattheo for technically saving you, no one was surprised.
The stout boy yelled after Mattheo, who was currently leaving the pitch, enraged. “What the fuck was that?” Crabbe echoed, following the curly-haired boy. “It’s our job to get those bloody Gryffindors off their brooms and I had Y/L/N! She’s the best Chaser on that fucking team! Without her, we would’ve won! But you had to go and save her like the damn Prince Charming you are?!”
Mattheo clenched his jaw as Crabbe shouted at him, his arms crossed against his chest. He knew that Crabbe was right. It wasn’t his smartest move to save your ass, but deep down he also knew that no one should harm you. He was not losing you.
“So what? You want me to let you take her down or something? And yes, I’m the one to save her because she’s the only goddamn person worth saving in this whole world.”
You overheard his words and your whole body froze. Suddenly, all other noises, your team’s and the other students’ happy cheers were tuned out, you could only hear Mattheo’s words repeating in your head. Your heart was already pumping ten times faster, and stronger as well, you could hear the drum, the fast da-dum in your ears. The only person worth saving? You?
“Fuck, mate! What happened to the dickhead you’ve been since you two broke up?” Crabbe continued spitting in Matt’s face. “I started to think you got some sense when she dumped you! She’s just a dumb Gryffindor who likes being the centre of attention, dude, grow up! She’s not like us, not worth your time! Just some basic ass bitch — but she’s fuckable, I give you that”
Mattheo could feel his anger and rage building within him, but he tried to keep his cool, knowing that if he snapped, there would be no stopping him. He glanced in your direction, seeing you standing in the distance, watching him and Crabbe. He clenched his jaw as Crabbe called you a 'dumb Gryffindor', as he said you’re not worth his time. But the last comment, about you only being some nice piece of meat, made him snap. He suddenly sprang closer to Crabbe and pushing him against the wall of the changing rooms, Mattheo pinned him the boy twice his size there, relentlessly gripping his Quidditch robes.
“Shut your goddamn mouth, you piece of shit,” he spat at Crabbe. “You don't even know her. You don't have the right to talk about her, you don't have the right to say her name! And if you dare talk about her like that again, I will tear you limb from limb!” he growled at the other boy in a low voice, his eyes darkened by anger and rage.
“Aw, Riddle, you gone soft for her. Is shagging her this nice?” Crabbe, being taller and bigger in a sense that’s not muscle mass laughed at Mattheo with a grin, not realizing the next thing Mattheo would do for sure was breaking his nose.
But before he could have done any damage to the boy, you pulled Mattheo away, knowing there would be nothing that could stop him from potentially sending Crabbe into a coma and himself in detention. For you. Because of you. Again.
When your hands grabbed onto his biceps to pull him back, his fingers instinctively softened on the fabric of Crabbe’s robes, knowing your touch like the back of his palm. He felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him as you held onto him and pulled him back, the urge to spin around and kiss you growing stronger than any, but he was still too pissed over Crabbe’s words.
“He’s not worth it. Just some douchebag,” you muttered to Mattheo when he started to try to escape your arms, Theo helping you by using a muting charm on Crabbe in order to keep him from saying anything else that would anger Mattheo even further. Partly angrily, you shoved him under a rain of cold water in the changing rooms to have him come to his senses, still in your Quidditch robes.
The cold shower snapped him out of the haze of anger Crabbe’s words put him into, his breathing returning back from feral to normal as he faced you in the shower, his hair soaking wet and his robes already dripping too — your clothes were somewhat damp as well by that time. “I’m not sure if I would’ve been able to stop myself back there,” he shook his head slightly.
“I know,” you just nodded, while in an internal fight between love and hate where you had no idea which one to let win.
Mattheo, knowing you more than anyone else, instantly knew what you were thinking, now that he was finally focusing on you and not on keeping the cold facade up in front of you. He could feel his dark curls stick to his forehead as they were soaking wet, still standing under the cold water. He looks at you for a moment before speaking up. “Just scream at me. Shout whatever you want.”
You wanted to scream, and shout, just like he had told you to. But you knew you had to stay away from him emotionally because it would only lead to you breaking down in front of him, which would probably end in a position with him that would be considered cheating on Michael. Your boyfriend. Mattheo wasn’t your boyfriend anymore, for fuck’s sake!
You shook your head. “No,” you scoffed and turned the water off before taking a step back. “Thanks for defending me. And saving my ass. But we’re over,” you said, your demeanour cold and distant as you turned around and walked away.
Mattheo's eyes widened in shock as he heard you say you were over, again. The panic and pain that washed over him got the best of him and quickly grabbed your arm again and turned you around, forcing you to face him again. He didn't want to lose you completely, not like this, not because of his own stupidity. "You don't mean that," he shook his head as he spoke up in desperation.
"Yes, I do," you scoffed angrily. No, in fact, you did not mean it at all. "You were openly flirting with that Slytherin, she was looking at you like she had given you head earlier! Oh, or had she? Why did you go and have to do that?"
Mattheo's expression turned from desperate to frustrated in no time as he clenched his jaw. He took a step closer to you, his voice growing more agitated. "Damn, Y/N, I was just messing around, I-"
"Messing around?" you cut in with an irritated scoff, covering the pain of betrayal. "When you had a girlfriend? Are you insane?" you pushed him back to make him stumble a bit and let go of your arm, on the verge of crying out of frustration and hurt.
At your refusal to trust him, his frustration and annoyance only grew, showing in a sigh and a scowl as you pushed him away. "I've never done anything with her! I would never do anything with her, Y/N. I don't want anyone else but you, don't you get that?"
"I don't care! I don't want someone who's doing things behind my back! Next time you get someone pregnant and tell me you were only messing around?!" you shook your head as the first set of tears started running down your cheek.
Mattheo felt his anger being replaced by a sense of shock and pain as he got accused of ever being able to cheat on you. "Damn it, Y/N, I'd never do anything with anyone else! I just... I just wanted to get a reaction out of you."
"Why?" you ran a frustrated hand through your hair while shaking your head. You started to lose it, not understanding the situation by now.
"Because I'm a moron, okay?" he scoffed bitterly. "Because I knew you'd get jealous if you saw me like that. We were falling out and I wanted to see if you still cared!" he spilt, to which a gobsmacked and frustrated expression got painted on your face. He thought you stopped caring about him?
I mean, sure, you two had started falling out and you two did argue a lot in the past month or two, but it wasn't at all because you didn't care about him anymore. You just couldn't quite word what was happening inside you. And right when you were finally ready and stepped into the common room to fill him in and come clean, he was sitting there, on the couch with another girl in his lap.
Suddenly the few little tears turned into rivers as fat drops rushed down both your cheeks, out of all the anger, frustration, sadness and disappointment that have built up in the past few weeks. You backed off, towards the door but as he saw you do that with the heavy rain of tears that were streaming down your face, his eyes welled up as well and he warily took a step closer to you to pull you into a tight embrace while muttering "No, no, no, don't cry." You gave in to the similarity of his touch and leaned into it for a second before coming to your senses and pulling away, knowing Michael was waiting for you outside.
Mattheo watched you suddenly abort the physical contact between the two of you, his expression quickly changing to confusion and disappointment as you stepped back. He didn't have to see the boy to know the reason behind your motions. "No, wait," he reached out and grabbed your wrist to turn you around with a desperate voice and a pleading tone. "Don't go. Please, don't go with him."
"I have to," you replied as you were forced to look into his eyes but you couldn't mask the pain anymore. "He's my boyfriend."
Those words felt like a punch to the gut for Mattheo, shattering the remains of his heart into a million little pieces. Hearing you call Michael Corner your boyfriend caused a wave of pain and anger to course through his veins. He clenched his jaw, his grip on your wrist only growing firmer the more desperate he became. "You don't have to, that's the point. You're with me, not him. You're mine, not his."
Your blood boiling, you freed your wrist from his tight grip exasperatedly. "You don't fucking own me, Mattheo Thomas Riddle"
"Damn it, I know I don't! I never said that. But we belong together, Y/N/N. You know you don't love him. Not like you love me."
He dares to call you by your nickname?
"Unfortunately," you spit, "that's not your fucking business anymore."
This is how we get to the present day. You broke things off with Michael yesterday after guilt got too much for you to handle, after realizing you can't possibly keep stringing him along like some dog, you can't use him to drown the feelings you have for Mattheo. And this is why you are currently in the music room on the fifth floor. It has always been like some sort of shelter for you. It's never judged, had a piano you played with preference and you could just sit down and live up to your artistic skills. You wrote your poems and songs here.
Mattheo knows. Not about the break-up but how much time you spend in this classroom. He sometimes accompanied you as well, while you two were together. So, when he doesn't find you in your room after hearing you ended things with Michael, this is where he looks for you.
You're sitting by the piano, playing the instrument in question, singing something you wrote a few days prior. And Mattheo's only watching, standing by the door, listening to your beautiful, usually soothing but now oh-so-troubled voice, paying attention to how your delicate fingers dance over the keys.
"...He can't see the smile I'm faking And my heart's not breaking 'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all And you were wild and crazy Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated Got away by some mistake and now
I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain It's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name I'm so in love that I acted insane And that's the way I loved you Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kind of rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you..."
It's a gasp that snaps you out of the song and your focus is instantly shifted the moment you turn to look at the person the sound came from, and you find yourself facing Mattheo. He's feeling guilty, but then again, the knowledge that you miss him makes him feel proud and a strange sense of happiness flows through him. It fills him with the hope that maybe, just maybe there is a chance to make this thing work between the two of you.
"Are you following me?" you ask, scoffing as you shut your feelings out again when looking at him.
"Maybe I am," he admits with a shrug, trying to feign nonchalance. He glances at the piano before shifting his attention back to you, and saying, "heard you playing."
"No shit, Sherlock," you bark bark back at him.
"This was about me, wasn't it?" he steps to the piano and looks down at you after closing the door.
"About comparing you and Michael," you correct him.
"And what's the point in that?"
"To remind myself how I love an obnoxious prick instead of someone who's kind and caring," you roll your eyes.
Mattheo scowls at your insult and crosses his arms defensively. "I'm not obnoxious. I'm not going to pretend to be someone else to fit your definition of 'kind' and 'caring.'"
"I miss my Mattheo," you exclaim coldly. "" Who was like that, with me. Who didn't try to make me jealous because he was fucked in the head and thought I didn't care!"
He sighs in frustration, running his hand through his hair. "I still am that Mattheo. I never stopped being him. I was just trying to get a reaction out of you, to see if you cared at all. Nothing with that girl was serious."
You scoff. "And now you expect me to just forgive and forget for choosing not to talk about the very obvious problem but to go the easier way?"
Exasperated by the conversation, he shakes his head. "No. No, I don't expect you to do that so easily. I know what I did was wrong, okay? I know I messed up. But I was angry and frustrated because we were fighting almost every day for weeks and you weren't making it any easier by not telling me about how you were feeling. I-I was worried about you and then I was worried for us, for the future we've planned. I acted unreasonably and the next thing I know is you taking your ring off and me losing you because of my own stupidity."
Taken aback, you shake your head with thoughts of all kinds going through your head. He still loves you, how could you deny him? "I told you I had something going on that I wasn't able to talk about yet," you shake your head.
"I know. I know and I'm sorry. I should've given you the time and I should've been patient. But I feared I was losing you," he lets out a guilty, ragged breath. "I'm not begging you, but I'm not giving up on you, on us either. I'm sorry, I miss you," he says, tapping his fingertips on top of the piano as he looks down at you.
Letting out a relieved sigh at hearing the genuineness of his tone and words, you get up from the instrument and step toward him, taking his hand in yours, thus making both of your hearts skip a beat before they start to beat more rapidly. The truth is, you don't think he could ever do anything that'd make you stop loving him.
"I'm sorry and I miss you too," you reply softly, making him smile while the shine returns to his chocolate eyes as he looks at you. He reaches into his pocket, then holds the promise ring you've taken off out for you. He's been having it in his pocket since that day, and on his nightstand at night. "May I?"
With a small yet genuine smile, you nod and hold your hand out for him, and after returning it to where it belongs, he kisses your hand gently. "I'll never let you go again."
"You better."
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in which the only Hufflepuff friend in the group of slytherins develops a crush on Theodore Nott— something only fools do.
fem!hufflepuff reader, bff Pansy, use of euphemisms and teasing yn for being innocent but sfw, reader is very emotional, jealous theo, 2800 words
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"Y/n!!"
After a year, you'd think that people would get used to seeing the same Hufflepuff go over to the Slytherin table, but alas, half the Great Hall turned to watch you approach the table and take a seat next to Pansy.
She sticks her middle finger up behind your back, aiming it at all of the people who are still staring, and they quickly turn away. It was an unlikely friendship, but she was not going to let anyone make you feel bad about it.
"About time you get here," Draco huffs, "I've had to hear Pansy's 'girl talk' while you were sleeping."
You smile sheepishly at him, you had taken your sweet time this morning, hitting snooze a few times before listening to your favorite record and doing more singing than actually getting ready— resulting in you being extra late to breakfast.
"Sorry, Draco."
"Don't apologize yn, he doesn't deserve it."
You can hear the teasing lilt in Theo's voice from across the table, and Draco throws a handful of grapes at him.
"Whatever," Pansy turns her back to them, "did you hear, apparently the Hufflepuff chaser has a crush on you."
Your eyes flit between her face and your hands, and you wonder where she got her information from.
The boys around you seem to perk up at this, and Draco chides Pansy for deeming that piece of information unimportant compared to all her other, much more useless, girl talk this morning.
"Where on Earth did you hear that?" You cut in, not enjoying the way everyone is suddenly interested in your (nonexistent) love life.
"From a very trustworthy source," is all she'll give away, and you cringe.
"Can we change subjects, please?"
Theo narrows his eyes at you, as if he's searching your face for something.
"You don't care about it then? You're not jumping at the chance to ride his broom?"
The Slytherins around you snicker at his euphemism, but you go bright red.
"I- what! Why would you say- no!"
This only makes them laugh harder, but Pansy collects herself enough to place a reassuring hand on your arm.
"Don't worry, we all know our little puff would never."
You slap her hand away, upset at them treating you like a child.
"Well if you guys are only gonna tease me, I'm gonna go back to my own table."
"Y/n, we didn't mean-" Theo starts, but he's still got a smirk on his face, so you ignore him, leaving before he can try and stop you.
You take a seat at your own house table, and the Hufflepuffs around you immediately welcome you into their conversation.
You don't know why it bothered you so much. They were right, you weren't going to be "riding someone's broom" anytime soon, but hearing the way they talked about it— like you were just some silly, innocent baby— really bugged you.
If you were being honest with yourself, you also knew that deep down you've been repressing feelings for Theodore, because you knew enough stories about him to know it would never work. He was a heartthrob, and had no issue finding girls to entertain him at night— to him you were just a little girl. That conversation was just more proof. There's no way he'd be interested in you.
You unintentionally make eye contact with Zacharias Smith when you finally get out of your head, but you immediately look away, turning back to your friends just as Hannah asks about your Christmas plans.
You don't see your Slytherin friends again until Charms class, and Pansy immediately brings up what happened at breakfast.
"Hey, I'm sorry about that. I don't want you to feel bad, that's just how we are."
You give her a tight lipped smile, shrugging your shoulders. You've realized that most of the anger came from the realization that Theo probably saw you as a child, not actually their teasing.
"No biggie, it's forgiven."
She eyes you suspiciously but decides not to question it, instead starting to talk about her next party idea until she gets shushed when Professor Flitwick starts explaining directions.
You use the quiet moment to sneak a look at Theo, who's leaned back in his chair smirking at something Draco said next to him.
Pansy turns to you and you quickly shift your focus, but it appears she's already seen you. She gives you a raised eyebrow, and you play dumb, looking back at the teapot on your desk and trying to give it legs.
"What was that about back there?" Pansy asks as the two of you walk out together.
"I know it took me forever to get those stupid legs," you cringe, hoping to throw her off course.
"No I meant your staring."
You try not to look guilty, just shrugging your shoulders and explaining, "figured the boys might have figured it out faster. Should have known better."
She grins at that, muttering "you really should have." But something tells you she doesn't quite believe your story.
Your thoughts are only confirmed the next day when she invites you over to her dorm and then immediately suggests the two of you take veritaserum to play a game of truth or dare.
You let out a sigh.
"I'm not doing that Pans, just ask me whatever you want to know."
She grins, "you know me so well."
"Unfortunately," you tease, and she slaps your arm but asks her question anyway.
"Do you have a crush on Draco?"
Her face drops into confusion when you start laughing hysterically.
"That's what you thought? Merlin, you had me scared for no reason. No Pans, I absolutely do not have a crush on Draco."
She lets out a small sigh of relief, but you can tell she's a little peeved you laughed at her.
"Well what was I supposed to think? You got all grumpy yesterday when we were teasing you about your love life, and then the staring. It was either that or you're secretly in love with Nott, which, lets be for real."
She leaves it at that, but your cheeks flush pink. Be for real what? Be for real, he'd never want you? Be for real, what universe would the two of you work out? Be for real, he hates you?
The thoughts keep coming one after another, and suddenly your vision is blurred.
"Hey, woah, what's wrong?"
You cursed Pansy for being so observant.
"Nothing, I think my allergies are acting up." You say, but there's sadness in your voice, and there's an inch of snow outside, which isn't exactly pollen friendly.
"Don't lie to me y/n."
"I'm sorry for being so stupid and emotional." You cry, and Pansy rubs your back slowly.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being emotional! You don't see us do it much, but a lot of that's got to do with how we were raised. I wish I felt things as deeply as you do."
Your tears seem to slow, and she smiles.
"Now as for stupid, that depends on where that fit came from."
You look up at her in embarrassment, more hot tears threatening to fill your eyes.
"I... what did you mean?" You ask instead.
"Huh?"
"When you said be for real about me secretly being.." you couldn't bring yourself to say it, as if saying the words would make it true and something you could no longer push away and pretend wasn't there.
Realization dawns on Pansy's face, and she immediately wraps you up in a hug.
"Oh yn, it all makes sense now."
You continue to cry, and she looks at you with what you assume is pity in her eyes.
"I know, I'm such a fool! I know it would never happen, I know half of Hogwarts has a crush on him, I know he'd never want a girl like me." All of the things you'd been keeping to yourself and secretly thinking come spilling out of your mouth, and Pansy rubs your back while you continue to cry.
"Hey don't talk like that! Theo doesn't care about those people, and I know he cares about you. Not to mention, "a girl like you"? You're the exact type of girl that Theo needs. He practically never smiles the way he does when you're around. Just calm down okay?"
You nod through your cries, finally settling down as Pansy throws a magazine at you and the two of you lay across her bed.
Unknowingly, you end up falling asleep, tired from the amount of crying you did. Pansy notices but decides not to wake you, heading down to the common room where the guys would be getting back from quidditch practice soon.
When you wake up the room is dark, and a quick looks around reminds you you're in Pansy's room and not your own. You check the bathroom attached to the dorm, and when no one is in there you head down to the common room, assuming that's where she's gone to.
The whole group is sat on leather couches and armchairs when you make it down the stairs, and you rub the sleep out of your eyes as you approach the group.
"There's our bella addormentata," Theodore purrs, and you immediately flush even though you only understand half of his phrase. (sleeping beauty)
"Sorry for falling asleep." You apologize as you take the seat Pansy offered you, coincidentally landing between her and the reason for your crying.
"Stop apologizing so much," Theo whispers in your ear, and you refuse to look at him in fear of him seeing exactly the effect he has on you. Instead you continue to look at Pansy.
"No biggie, you needed it after that." She says, and you nod.
"After what? What happened?" Draco asked, ever the nosy weasel.
Pansy looked at you, obviously waiting for you to answer so she could go along with whatever you say.
You consider lying, but figure there's no point. They all know you're an emotional person, no one would find it unusual.
"I- uh- cried a little bit. Tired me out."
The boys (that you can see) all nod their heads in understanding and decide to switch topics, finally letting you relax.
However, since you'd turned your back to Theo, that now meant when you leaned back to get comfy you leaned directly into his chest, as he had one arm on the back of the couch behind you.
"Oh I'm so sorry!" You whisper, shooting back up and speaking only to him in an attempt to not draw attention from the others.
"Don't be silly," he says back, pulling your shoulders so you're back in the relaxed position against him, "you're welcome in my arms any day ragazza dolce." (Sweet girl)
You flush red again, but this time you do look up at him, a teasing glint in your eyes.
"You know I have absolutely no idea what you're saying, right?"
He grins, "that's part of the fun."
"Whatever," you turn back away from him to look at the group, your head resting right over his heart, "as long as you're not calling me a troll."
"I promise I'm not." He says, ruffling your hair before the both of you rejoin the main conversation.
"Zacharias Smith was at our practice today," Draco tells Pansy, and she looks at him in surprise.
"Really? Maybe he was looking for yn. She does sometimes keep me company in the stands."
"Oh he definitely was." Blaise smirks, and you feel Theo tense behind you. "Walked right up to Theo and asked where the pretty little one we're always hanging out with was."
"What?" Pansy shrieks, looking over, although you're unsure if the intentional target was you or the boy behind you. Her eyes momentarily widen at seeing your position before she notices something and smirks.
"Theo," she drawls, "I didn't notice those cuts on your knuckles earlier, is that new?"
Everyone turns to look at Theo, and you sit up in alarm, turning to look at his hand that's laying behind your spot on the couch.
"Theo! What happened? Why didn't you go get this checked out?"
He averts his eyes from your gaze. "Just wasn't thinking about it," he shrugs.
You frown. "How could you not be thinking about it, that looks painful!"
He shrugs again, grimacing when you grab his hand, insisting he let you heal it.
"Just let me go get my wand okay? I left it in Pansy's room."
You get up to leave, and with your back turned you don't see Pansy whisper to Theo and then him get up and follow you.
"I'll just come with." He announces, following you back to your friends room.
You try not to think about the intimacy of being alone with Theo while you tend to his wounds, trying once again to shove all your feelings down far in your heart.
Thankfully none of Pansy's roommates had come back, and Theo sits on her bed while you grab your wand from her nightstand before standing in between his spread legs.
"Give me your hand."
He complies, and you try not to blush at the warmth of his, much bigger, hand resting on your own.
"This is nasty Theo, did you punch a wall or something?" You ask, beginning to heal a few of the cuts. Luckily most of them were clean from where he'd washed them when he showered after practice, but they were scabbed over and his knuckles were blue with beginning to form bruises.
He lets out an amused huff of laughter and you stop your ministrations, looking up at him immediately.
"Tell me you didn't actually punch a wall."
He shrugs, "it was either that or Smith, and I know you don't like when I get into fights."
You feel yourself heat up. He didn't hit someone because of your preference, and the person just happened to be the guy who supposedly has a crush on you.
"Well I'm glad you didn't send my housemate to the hospital wing at least, although I wish you wouldn't have hurt yourself," you sigh, continuing to heal his hands.
Out of nowhere he pulls it away.
"Theo?"
"Look, I-" he cards a hand through his hair, contemplating his next words. "I didn't like it that Smith came looking for you. Especially that he asked me."
You look at him in confusion, "what? Why?"
He looks distraught, but he can't help the crooked smile that etches itself on his face.
"You're damn oblivious, you know that?"
You continue to look at him, no thoughts behind your eyes.
"Uh, I mean I guess? I've been told that a few times, though I'm not sure how it's pertinent to this situation."
Suddenly Theo's hands are on your cheeks, and his face is inches from your own.
"What- what are you doing?"
"I want to kiss you." He states plainly, as if it's the most normal thing in the world— as if the five words didn't have you spiraling out of control.
"Wait- do you want to kiss me because you think I'm like pretty or do you want to kiss me because you like me?"
You'd never even thought he would consider you pretty, but at his words you had to rethink a lot of things you thought you knew.
"I like you, amorina." (Little love)
"Really?" You know you should be celebrating, but you can't help the doubt that creeps into your mind. "You don't think I'm a silly, innocent, little Hufflepuff?"
He grins, "you can be my silly little Hufflepuff. And no I don't care that you're not jumping at the opportunity to go broom hopping."
You can't help but laugh a his phrasing, but you're glad he knew what you meant.
"I like you, amorina, I don't care about anything else, as long as I get you."
You smile, and Theo swears he could die happy if it's the last thing he sees.
"Well in that case, I want you to kiss me too."
He can barely hold back his own smile as he places his lips on yours, cradling your jaw with one hand while the other holds your hip.
He kissed you gently, not at all like what you'd expected, but you feel his adoration flowing out of it, and you can't help but break it to let out a giggle.
"And to think I was crying over you a few hours ago."
He grins, standing up and grabbing your hand to walk back down to the common room together, where your friends were waiting for you to go to dinner.
"No more crying over me okay?"
You nod your head, and he pulls you in for one more kiss before you rejoin the rest of your friends.
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Fools - T.N
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in which the only Hufflepuff friend in the group of slytherins develops a crush on Theodore Nott— something only fools do.
fem!hufflepuff reader, bff Pansy, use of euphemisms and teasing yn for being innocent but sfw, reader is very emotional, jealous theo, 2800 words
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"Y/n!!"
After a year, you'd think that people would get used to seeing the same Hufflepuff go over to the Slytherin table, but alas, half the Great Hall turned to watch you approach the table and take a seat next to Pansy.
She sticks her middle finger up behind your back, aiming it at all of the people who are still staring, and they quickly turn away. It was an unlikely friendship, but she was not going to let anyone make you feel bad about it.
"About time you get here," Draco huffs, "I've had to hear Pansy's 'girl talk' while you were sleeping."
You smile sheepishly at him, you had taken your sweet time this morning, hitting snooze a few times before listening to your favorite record and doing more singing than actually getting ready— resulting in you being extra late to breakfast.
"Sorry, Draco."
"Don't apologize yn, he doesn't deserve it."
You can hear the teasing lilt in Theo's voice from across the table, and Draco throws a handful of grapes at him.
"Whatever," Pansy turns her back to them, "did you hear, apparently the Hufflepuff chaser has a crush on you."
Your eyes flit between her face and your hands, and you wonder where she got her information from.
The boys around you seem to perk up at this, and Draco chides Pansy for deeming that piece of information unimportant compared to all her other, much more useless, girl talk this morning.
"Where on Earth did you hear that?" You cut in, not enjoying the way everyone is suddenly interested in your (nonexistent) love life.
"From a very trustworthy source," is all she'll give away, and you cringe.
"Can we change subjects, please?"
Theo narrows his eyes at you, as if he's searching your face for something.
"You don't care about it then? You're not jumping at the chance to ride his broom?"
The Slytherins around you snicker at his euphemism, but you go bright red.
"I- what! Why would you say- no!"
This only makes them laugh harder, but Pansy collects herself enough to place a reassuring hand on your arm.
"Don't worry, we all know our little puff would never."
You slap her hand away, upset at them treating you like a child.
"Well if you guys are only gonna tease me, I'm gonna go back to my own table."
"Y/n, we didn't mean-" Theo starts, but he's still got a smirk on his face, so you ignore him, leaving before he can try and stop you.
You take a seat at your own house table, and the Hufflepuffs around you immediately welcome you into their conversation.
You don't know why it bothered you so much. They were right, you weren't going to be "riding someone's broom" anytime soon, but hearing the way they talked about it— like you were just some silly, innocent baby— really bugged you.
If you were being honest with yourself, you also knew that deep down you've been repressing feelings for Theodore, because you knew enough stories about him to know it would never work. He was a heartthrob, and had no issue finding girls to entertain him at night— to him you were just a little girl. That conversation was just more proof. There's no way he'd be interested in you.
You unintentionally make eye contact with Zacharias Smith when you finally get out of your head, but you immediately look away, turning back to your friends just as Hannah asks about your Christmas plans.
You don't see your Slytherin friends again until Charms class, and Pansy immediately brings up what happened at breakfast.
"Hey, I'm sorry about that. I don't want you to feel bad, that's just how we are."
You give her a tight lipped smile, shrugging your shoulders. You've realized that most of the anger came from the realization that Theo probably saw you as a child, not actually their teasing.
"No biggie, it's forgiven."
She eyes you suspiciously but decides not to question it, instead starting to talk about her next party idea until she gets shushed when Professor Flitwick starts explaining directions.
You use the quiet moment to sneak a look at Theo, who's leaned back in his chair smirking at something Draco said next to him.
Pansy turns to you and you quickly shift your focus, but it appears she's already seen you. She gives you a raised eyebrow, and you play dumb, looking back at the teapot on your desk and trying to give it legs.
"What was that about back there?" Pansy asks as the two of you walk out together.
"I know it took me forever to get those stupid legs," you cringe, hoping to throw her off course.
"No I meant your staring."
You try not to look guilty, just shrugging your shoulders and explaining, "figured the boys might have figured it out faster. Should have known better."
She grins at that, muttering "you really should have." But something tells you she doesn't quite believe your story.
Your thoughts are only confirmed the next day when she invites you over to her dorm and then immediately suggests the two of you take veritaserum to play a game of truth or dare.
You let out a sigh.
"I'm not doing that Pans, just ask me whatever you want to know."
She grins, "you know me so well."
"Unfortunately," you tease, and she slaps your arm but asks her question anyway.
"Do you have a crush on Draco?"
Her face drops into confusion when you start laughing hysterically.
"That's what you thought? Merlin, you had me scared for no reason. No Pans, I absolutely do not have a crush on Draco."
She lets out a small sigh of relief, but you can tell she's a little peeved you laughed at her.
"Well what was I supposed to think? You got all grumpy yesterday when we were teasing you about your love life, and then the staring. It was either that or you're secretly in love with Nott, which, lets be for real."
She leaves it at that, but your cheeks flush pink. Be for real what? Be for real, he'd never want you? Be for real, what universe would the two of you work out? Be for real, he hates you?
The thoughts keep coming one after another, and suddenly your vision is blurred.
"Hey, woah, what's wrong?"
You cursed Pansy for being so observant.
"Nothing, I think my allergies are acting up." You say, but there's sadness in your voice, and there's an inch of snow outside, which isn't exactly pollen friendly.
"Don't lie to me y/n."
"I'm sorry for being so stupid and emotional." You cry, and Pansy rubs your back slowly.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being emotional! You don't see us do it much, but a lot of that's got to do with how we were raised. I wish I felt things as deeply as you do."
Your tears seem to slow, and she smiles.
"Now as for stupid, that depends on where that fit came from."
You look up at her in embarrassment, more hot tears threatening to fill your eyes.
"I... what did you mean?" You ask instead.
"Huh?"
"When you said be for real about me secretly being.." you couldn't bring yourself to say it, as if saying the words would make it true and something you could no longer push away and pretend wasn't there.
Realization dawns on Pansy's face, and she immediately wraps you up in a hug.
"Oh yn, it all makes sense now."
You continue to cry, and she looks at you with what you assume is pity in her eyes.
"I know, I'm such a fool! I know it would never happen, I know half of Hogwarts has a crush on him, I know he'd never want a girl like me." All of the things you'd been keeping to yourself and secretly thinking come spilling out of your mouth, and Pansy rubs your back while you continue to cry.
"Hey don't talk like that! Theo doesn't care about those people, and I know he cares about you. Not to mention, "a girl like you"? You're the exact type of girl that Theo needs. He practically never smiles the way he does when you're around. Just calm down okay?"
You nod through your cries, finally settling down as Pansy throws a magazine at you and the two of you lay across her bed.
Unknowingly, you end up falling asleep, tired from the amount of crying you did. Pansy notices but decides not to wake you, heading down to the common room where the guys would be getting back from quidditch practice soon.
When you wake up the room is dark, and a quick looks around reminds you you're in Pansy's room and not your own. You check the bathroom attached to the dorm, and when no one is in there you head down to the common room, assuming that's where she's gone to.
The whole group is sat on leather couches and armchairs when you make it down the stairs, and you rub the sleep out of your eyes as you approach the group.
"There's our bella addormentata," Theodore purrs, and you immediately flush even though you only understand half of his phrase. (sleeping beauty)
"Sorry for falling asleep." You apologize as you take the seat Pansy offered you, coincidentally landing between her and the reason for your crying.
"Stop apologizing so much," Theo whispers in your ear, and you refuse to look at him in fear of him seeing exactly the effect he has on you. Instead you continue to look at Pansy.
"No biggie, you needed it after that." She says, and you nod.
"After what? What happened?" Draco asked, ever the nosy weasel.
Pansy looked at you, obviously waiting for you to answer so she could go along with whatever you say.
You consider lying, but figure there's no point. They all know you're an emotional person, no one would find it unusual.
"I- uh- cried a little bit. Tired me out."
The boys (that you can see) all nod their heads in understanding and decide to switch topics, finally letting you relax.
However, since you'd turned your back to Theo, that now meant when you leaned back to get comfy you leaned directly into his chest, as he had one arm on the back of the couch behind you.
"Oh I'm so sorry!" You whisper, shooting back up and speaking only to him in an attempt to not draw attention from the others.
"Don't be silly," he says back, pulling your shoulders so you're back in the relaxed position against him, "you're welcome in my arms any day ragazza dolce." (Sweet girl)
You flush red again, but this time you do look up at him, a teasing glint in your eyes.
"You know I have absolutely no idea what you're saying, right?"
He grins, "that's part of the fun."
"Whatever," you turn back away from him to look at the group, your head resting right over his heart, "as long as you're not calling me a troll."
"I promise I'm not." He says, ruffling your hair before the both of you rejoin the main conversation.
"Zacharias Smith was at our practice today," Draco tells Pansy, and she looks at him in surprise.
"Really? Maybe he was looking for yn. She does sometimes keep me company in the stands."
"Oh he definitely was." Blaise smirks, and you feel Theo tense behind you. "Walked right up to Theo and asked where the pretty little one we're always hanging out with was."
"What?" Pansy shrieks, looking over, although you're unsure if the intentional target was you or the boy behind you. Her eyes momentarily widen at seeing your position before she notices something and smirks.
"Theo," she drawls, "I didn't notice those cuts on your knuckles earlier, is that new?"
Everyone turns to look at Theo, and you sit up in alarm, turning to look at his hand that's laying behind your spot on the couch.
"Theo! What happened? Why didn't you go get this checked out?"
He averts his eyes from your gaze. "Just wasn't thinking about it," he shrugs.
You frown. "How could you not be thinking about it, that looks painful!"
He shrugs again, grimacing when you grab his hand, insisting he let you heal it.
"Just let me go get my wand okay? I left it in Pansy's room."
You get up to leave, and with your back turned you don't see Pansy whisper to Theo and then him get up and follow you.
"I'll just come with." He announces, following you back to your friends room.
You try not to think about the intimacy of being alone with Theo while you tend to his wounds, trying once again to shove all your feelings down far in your heart.
Thankfully none of Pansy's roommates had come back, and Theo sits on her bed while you grab your wand from her nightstand before standing in between his spread legs.
"Give me your hand."
He complies, and you try not to blush at the warmth of his, much bigger, hand resting on your own.
"This is nasty Theo, did you punch a wall or something?" You ask, beginning to heal a few of the cuts. Luckily most of them were clean from where he'd washed them when he showered after practice, but they were scabbed over and his knuckles were blue with beginning to form bruises.
He lets out an amused huff of laughter and you stop your ministrations, looking up at him immediately.
"Tell me you didn't actually punch a wall."
He shrugs, "it was either that or Smith, and I know you don't like when I get into fights."
You feel yourself heat up. He didn't hit someone because of your preference, and the person just happened to be the guy who supposedly has a crush on you.
"Well I'm glad you didn't send my housemate to the hospital wing at least, although I wish you wouldn't have hurt yourself," you sigh, continuing to heal his hands.
Out of nowhere he pulls it away.
"Theo?"
"Look, I-" he cards a hand through his hair, contemplating his next words. "I didn't like it that Smith came looking for you. Especially that he asked me."
You look at him in confusion, "what? Why?"
He looks distraught, but he can't help the crooked smile that etches itself on his face.
"You're damn oblivious, you know that?"
You continue to look at him, no thoughts behind your eyes.
"Uh, I mean I guess? I've been told that a few times, though I'm not sure how it's pertinent to this situation."
Suddenly Theo's hands are on your cheeks, and his face is inches from your own.
"What- what are you doing?"
"I want to kiss you." He states plainly, as if it's the most normal thing in the world— as if the five words didn't have you spiraling out of control.
"Wait- do you want to kiss me because you think I'm like pretty or do you want to kiss me because you like me?"
You'd never even thought he would consider you pretty, but at his words you had to rethink a lot of things you thought you knew.
"I like you, amorina." (Little love)
"Really?" You know you should be celebrating, but you can't help the doubt that creeps into your mind. "You don't think I'm a silly, innocent, little Hufflepuff?"
He grins, "you can be my silly little Hufflepuff. And no I don't care that you're not jumping at the opportunity to go broom hopping."
You can't help but laugh a his phrasing, but you're glad he knew what you meant.
"I like you, amorina, I don't care about anything else, as long as I get you."
You smile, and Theo swears he could die happy if it's the last thing he sees.
"Well in that case, I want you to kiss me too."
He can barely hold back his own smile as he places his lips on yours, cradling your jaw with one hand while the other holds your hip.
He kissed you gently, not at all like what you'd expected, but you feel his adoration flowing out of it, and you can't help but break it to let out a giggle.
"And to think I was crying over you a few hours ago."
He grins, standing up and grabbing your hand to walk back down to the common room together, where your friends were waiting for you to go to dinner.
"No more crying over me okay?"
You nod your head, and he pulls you in for one more kiss before you rejoin the rest of your friends.
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Max: Charles asked me to get him a pastry. What should I bring him? Yuki: I don’t know. Why are you asking me? Max: He said to surprise him Yuki: Bring it to him naked
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Pretty when you cry | c.l
pairing: mean!dom!charles x sub!gasly!reader
warnings: smut, taking virginity, cnc, gagging with fingers, gagging with a thong, chocking, dacryphilia, slapping, slight overstimulation, dumbification -> extended version!! (3.9k)
w/c: 2.5k
summary: After desperately trying to find your brother at a very noisy club, you surprisingly land in the arms of his best friend Charles, and you surprisingly land bend over his kitchen counter while he takes your virginity in a very mean and rough way.
song suggestion: Pretty when you cry by Lana del rey
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The music was almost hurting your ears as you slowly tried to squeeze your way through the wild crowd, pulling your arms to your chest that was perfectly hugged by the thin, red dress that you’ve bought yourself not to long ago.
You sighed as you weren’t able to see your brother anywhere even though he told you that he’d stay by your side… most of the time.
Worked out great, didn’t it?
But who were you to blame — you should have known better than that. Obviously your brother, Pierre would be celebrating with his friends and drink until dawn breaks out instead of watching if his little sister and making sure that she’s having fun.
Oh, you were having sooooo much fun trying to find your older brother and telling him that you’ll go home now since you're… tired.
But after multiple hopeless minutes of trying to find Pierre, you gave up and just decided to take seat at the bar, ordering a harmless glass of water.
Suddenly a young but rather crusty and drunk man sat himself down, right next to you even though every other seat was still available. Could this night get any better?
“Well hello, gorgeous,” he slurred his words, obviously being under the influence of too much alcohol as he came a bit closer to you, making you sliding your body a few centimetres away from him,
“I am not-”
“Shut the fuck up and let the man speak, are we clear?” He interrupted you as his palm touched your bare skin on your back, fingers gliding along your shivering figure. You never felt that kind of fear before.
“Don’t be scared-”
“I am not int-”
“Shut the hell up bitch! God! You are really something else, aren’t you little one?” The stranger yelled at you in a loud tone before his fingers went further down, making tears fill up your eyes.
After swallowing at least a tiny part of your fear down, you swiftly stood up, “I said that I am not interested.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, “And I said that you should shut the fuck up and let the man talk, you-”
“Excuse me?” Someone interrupted the stranger who was still touching your back. As soon as you turned around, you were quite suprised to see your brother's best friend, Charles, standing with a dark and almost possessive gaze right behind you.
You gulped as you looked up at Charles, “C-Charles, I-”
But before you could say anything, Charles grabbed the stranger by his wrist and removed his palm from your body, harshly throwing it away before he got a hold of his collar and slammed his against his seat.
“Touch her again, and I’ll make sure that you ain’t got no hands to touch her with anymore, am I clear?” Charles spoke up with pure rage in his voice, quickly letting go of the young, disgusting man before he looked down at your slightly paralysed figure.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked you as soon as the young man left, hand now gently touching your arm, thumb drawing circles onto your skin.
You slowly nodded, “I-I am-” but you couldn’t get the words out, you just started crying and before you knew it, you stood up and fell into your brother's best friend's arms, tightly hugging him as he put his chin on top of your head and shushed you.
“Shh,” he whispered as his palms caressed your back, “It’s okay now, I am here, alright?” Charles asked you as he looked down at you, wiping your tears away before he gave you a quick and short peck onto the top of your head.
You briefly wiped one last tear away before you lifted your head and looked up at Charles, “I w-want to go home b-but I can’t find my b-brother.” Quickly looking around the big, noisy room again to see if you maybe see him now but no chance, Pierre was nowhere in sight.
Charles briefly scanned the room as well before he brushed a strand of hair out of your face and answered,
“I can take you home if you want to, sweetheart,” Charles whispered in your ear while his hands didn’t leave your still shaking body, you nodded before your eyes widened.
“What’s wrong, love?”
“Pierre has my keys! I can’t go home without him!” You nervously told your brother's best friend.
Maybe you’ve imagined it, but you could swear on your older brother that Charles’s eyes briefly darkened as he looked down at you, hands leaving your body as he got his car keys with one hand, and his phone with the other.
You gulped and shook those thoughts away before you leaned forward and glanced at his phone where he’s typing something, other hand playing with his Ferrari car key.
“What are you doing, Charles?” You mumbled. He briefly looked at you, eyes still kind of darker than before,
“I’m texting your brother that I’ve found you and that I’ll take you home with me, okay?” Quickly putting his finger through the big chain that’s attached to his car key before he swiftly took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.
You were just able nod as the monaguesque leaded the two of your out of the loud club, hand tightly grabbing yours since he really didn’t wanna lose you in that big crowd.
Even through the two of you are not dating, Charles always had a special place in your heart that the other friends of your brother didn’t had. Since today you’re not sure which kind of place that is but you always just brushed the feeling away that you’ve got as soon as Charles looked into your eyes or touched you since you were the little sister of his best friend.
And something like that could never end well, right?
“Thank you,” you quietly thanked him in a hush tone as he opened the passenger door for you, closing it behind you before he went over to the drivers seat, immediately starting the engine, making it roar so loud that most of the people that stood outside turned their heads and looked in your direction.
You just gave the a small, polite smile before Charles already took off and drove you to his home.
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“I’ve actually never seen your house before,” you said as you entered Charles's million dollar mansion in Monaco, feeling his big palm on your back as he leaded you the way towards his living room.
Charles hand left you right before he sat himself down onto one of the big sofas in the modern room, you took a seat at the other one right at the opposite of him.
After taking a deep breath, you leaned down and desperately tried to removed your black high heels, but you felt so exhausted that you just sighed and leaned back again, not even trying.
“Should I help you?” Charles asked you in a quiet but deep tone, already getting on his knee in front of you.
You just nodded, muttering a quiet 'thank you' before his fingertips touched your ankle, slowly gliding them down to the hard fabric before he gently opened your heel and removed it from your tired feet, putting it down right next to him.
Then his hands went to your other leg, fingertips touching your knee now, briefly looking up at you. With slightly widened eyes, you looked down at him, hands gripping onto the couch as his soft fingers glided down your leg until he reached the dark heel.
After a few seconds, he was also able to remove your other heel but this time he bend his body downwards and kissed the spot right above foot, just briefly pecking it but it made you blush like a little school girl that just received her very first kiss.
“Thank you Charles, for everything tonight,” you mumbled as he set the other heel next to the first one down, putting your foot down again, looking up at your sitting figure
“No need to thank me mon chéri,” he answered in a hush tone.
You bit your lip as you looked up at him after he stood up, your heels in his hands as he carries then to the front door, gently setting them down before he turned his body around and look at you.
“I am sorry that you guys have to go through stuff like that almost everyday,” Charles started talking about the man in the club, making your ears peek up, “Men are disgusting, no arguments there, that’s for sure.” The monaguesque told you while you nodded along,
“They r-really are, yeah,” you quietly answered as you crossed your legs and leaned your body backwards, eyes not leaving his slightly darker ones.
“I mean,” you started again, “I guess that I don’t know a lot about men or at least their… sexual behaviour since I’ve never been touched by one but they are definitely… disgusting, nasty, ugly, pricks.”
Suddenly, Charles stood a bit straighter, slowly taking baby steps towards your figure on the sofa.
“What do you mean that you’ve never been touched by a man before, sweetheart?” You briefly blushed at the infamous nickname before you spoke up,
“Well, I-I am a Virgin, so-”
And Charles quietly laughed. Only very, very quietly and softly but you were definitely able to hear it, no doubts.
“You-, You’re a virgin?” Charles asked as he stood almost right in front of you, forcing you to look up at your brother's best friend.
You nodded, “yeah, I j-just don’t want to waste it, you know?” You gulped as he stood right in front of you, hands in the pocket of his dark slacks as he looked down into your big eyes looking at him.
“Yeah, I understand,” he mumbled in a deep tone, eyes now visibly darker… for some reason that you couldn’t catch onto.
Then, after starring at each other eyes for a couple of seconds, Charles removed one of his hand from his pocket and put it on your check, thumb gliding along your bottom lip as his lips turned into a very tiny smirk.
You furrowed your brows as you looked up at the Ferrari driver, thumb now softly and slowly caressing your bottom lip. And then he tapped onto your lip, silently asking you to open your mouth and suck on his thumb.
And to your surprise, you did as you were told and opened your mouth and sucked on his thumb.
“I knew it,” Charles muttered as you furrowed your brows again, not knowing what he meant by that.
“I fuckin' knew that you were not the pretty little innocent girl that’s just Pierre’s little sister and nothing more,” he whispered in a deep tone, “Your doing so good for me, ma chérie.”
You took his thumb a bit deeper into your mouth while he opened his pants, removing his belt before he freed himself.
And oh my god, was that fucking big.
He chuckled in a deep tone as he saw how your eyes widened, thumb leaving your greedy mouth, “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” slowly leaning forward so that his mouth was hovering above your ear, “I’ll make it fit in every single hole of yours,” he told you, making you gulp before he brushed some hair out of your face.
“Stick your tongue out, baby,” Charles demanded in a rather soft tone. He got a hold of his big cock and slapped the tip of it onto your wet tongue, repeatedly doing so while you kept your hat on his one.
“That’s my good girl,” he muttered deeply as he shoved his dick down your throat, at first very slowly but then going a bit faster as he noticed your want for it.
“Fucking shit,” he groaned loudly, “if your brother would only know what I am doing with you now and what I am gonna do with you after you’re down with sucking my cock, then I would be dead.” He stated as his breathing pattern got more uneven, feeling his orgasm approaching him while you gagged around his cock.
“O-Oh my god, just l-like that!” He groaned deeply as he got a hold of the back of your head, forcing your mouth even further down his cock while he looked down at you.
You continued gagging on his cock as he shoved him further down your throat, making tears shoot into your eyes, Charles was only able to growl as he noticed that.
He removed your head from his cock and slapped his leaking tip onto your sticked out tongue, smirking while doing so, “if your b-brother should ever p-provoke before, during or after a r-race, I am gonna record you in that e-exact state and send it t-to him, I swear I-I do that.”
You gasped and quickly closed your mouth, in the meanwhile — Charles took your hand and leaded it to his erection, forcing you to jerk him off, “Please d-don’t do that c-charles, Pierre would kill b-both of u-us.” You answered quietly.
He chuckled at your reaction, one hand on your wrist as he guided your hand that was currently jerking him off while the other hand held your chin, thumb playing with your now slightly cum covered lip.
“We'll see… it depends.” He mumbled.
You tilted your head to the side but charles didn’t liked that, immediately turning your head again and pushing your face slightly forward.
“Depends on what?” You asked him innocently, hand not stopping the movements on his cock.
“Depends on how good of a good girl you are for me tonight, you understand?”
You slowly nodded, gulping at his demanding tone. Charles smiled in a wicked way, “Good.”
Then, he gently took your hand and removed it from his cock, tightly gripping your upper arm and pulling your body up, leading you in a quick and careless way towards the kitchen counter, swiftly bending you over it.
“C-Charles, what are you d-”
But your sentence was cut off by his big palm slapping over your mouth, suddenly feeling his closer to your body.
He got a hold of your thong, dragging it down your legs.
You expected him to put it down onto the counter next to you, or maybe dropping it onto the floor but that wasn’t the case, no — he tied the thin, white material around your mouth, not making it unable for you to speak but also not making it able for you to speak properly.
You gulped, or at least desperately tried to do so, as Charles made sure that the white piece of clothing is tightly tied around your mouth, feeling how he exposed your ass, dick gliding along your wet entrance now.
And once again, you gasped at the feeling, especially since you were feeling it for the first time.
“Do you trust me, mon amour?” Charles whispered in your ear from behind while the tears didn’t stop.
You refused to answer for a few seconds but then you mumbled through your thong,
“Yes.”
He quietly sighed, “Bad idea.”
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Favorite fics (Charles):
1.Charles Leclerc:
Deserving (fluff)
Something full (+PG) (Smut)
Him taking your virginity (smut)
So mean to me (smut)
Marked (smut)
Too much (car sex) (smut)
Shut up and make your choice (smut)
Pretty when you cry (smut)
Crying eyes (smut)
Just relax (+CS) (smut)
Love yourself (+PG) (smut)
Riding shotgun (+PG) Part.1; Part.2 (smut)
Charles punishing reader (smut)
True temptation (smut)
Him being jealous (smut)
Jealous (smut)
Fighting lesson (smut)
Real orgasm (smut)
Start again (smut)
Piano lesson (smut)
Dirty boy (smut)
Inked (smut)
Podium finishers (+MV, LN) (smut)
What happens in vegas (+MV) (smut) (love this)
First time squirtig (smut)
Waking up (smut)
Best friends? (smut)
First win of the season (smut)
Personal trainer Charles (smut)!
The blueprint (smut)!
Don't go (smut)
In the car (smut)
Eye contact (+MV) (smut)
Keep going (+MV) (smut)
Wait for you (smut with fluff) (this is so cute and funny, I love it)
A game of red Part.1; Part.2; Part.3 (+CS) (smut, fluff at the very end)
Overworked uni gf (fluff ant the start, smut at the end)
Spanking (suggestive?)
Broken glass (fluff)
Unwanted (sister) (fluff)
30 more minutes (fluff)
Magic in your veins (sister) Pt.1; Pt2 (fluff)
You're the only friend I need (sister) (fluff)
Sleep talking (fluff)
A mean interviewer (fluff)
Once Dance, Chérie (fluff)
A sleepless night in Monaco (fluff)
Night tea and tears (fluff)
Daydream (fluff)
Slipping through his fingers (daughter) (fluff)
Midnight support (sister) (fluff)
You can't do everything (fluff)
Please don't leave me (fluff)
Deal (idk)
Make the world go away (fluff)
Rom-com (fluff)
Our first night in Paris (fluff)
War (fluff)
All you got (fluff)
Hoodie (fluff)
That time of the month (fluff)
Reconciliation (fluff?)
Make a mess (fluff)
Right time (fluff) (this is long and gold)
Childhood friends (fluff)
Making movies out of memories (fluff)
Only you (fluff)
A little teenage dream (fluff)
You're lying, right? Grounded (+LN) (fluff)!
Ghost whisperer (fluff)
Orange peel theory (fluff)
Lessons in anatomy (fluff)
Come here (fluff)
Some extra goodies (fluff)
MASTERLIST
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so let me get this straight this was nico's first ever podium in 15 years and no one celebrated with him ??
When norris won his first gp i distinctly remember charles and max drenching him in champagne.
don't even bother arguing with me atp. this is so disappointing.
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so let me get this straight this was nico's first ever podium in 15 years and no one celebrated with him ??
When norris won his first gp i distinctly remember charles and max drenching him in champagne.
don't even bother arguing with me atp. this is so disappointing.
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unmuted desire - cl16 SNEAK PEAK
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pairing: charles leclerc x fem!race engineer reader summary: in which charles’ race engineer has a secret OR you’re a cam girl and charles happens to stumble across your page. word count: >5k
expected to be posted on patreon this friday!!
tumblr release day: august 29, 2025 (comment for taglist)
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"I said you need a nap." You shrug your shoulders. Leaning back in your chair.
Charles jaw twitches. "That is not what you said."
You hold his stare.
And Charles hates...hates...how warm his skin suddenly felt under the fireproofs. How his hands had gotten warm. How aware he suddenly felt.
His spine straightens.
And you didn't even care.
Just looked back down at the telemetry. Focusing back on the data.
But Charles couldn't stop hearing it.
You need to get fucked.
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oliveswiftly · 5 hours ago
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coochielist | obx | rafe
where you will find every rafe fic ms coochie wrote below
♤ = smut
♡ = fluff
♧ = angst
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Imagines, Blurbs and Drabbles:
say sorry to daddy (♤)
you decided to tease rafe and daddy punishes you for it.
bench press (♤)
you come to the gym to pick up rafe to go out for ice cream but perhaps you came for something else.
bath (♤)
sexy bathtime blurb with poly!rafe and jj
forbidden (♤♧)
wheezie catches you and rafe doing things you shouldn't and she does what she does best...snitches.
rafey (♡)
you stop calling rafe the nickname you gave him and rafe doesn't like it.
brutal (♧)
your chain goes missing and you search to find it but when wheezie gives you some information it turns out you didn’t actually lose it; someone took it.
peach (♤)
you come around to barry's shop to bother him but rafe gets brought into the mix and things take quite the turn.
all these rumors (♤)
you start avoiding your best friends; kelce, topper and rafe after kie starts a rumor about you and they just aren't having that.
you feel me in your stomach, angel? (♤)
you lie tell everyone rafe has a small dick and he is not happy about it.
more than anything (♡)
you hold rafe for the first time and give rafe a soft feeling he’s never felt before.
eyeliner (♡♧)
you begin to push away from rafe after he makes a stupid comment and jj tries to help you two fix it (poly!jj and rafe)
all things go (♡♧)
ward forced rafe to breakup with you but when wheezie finds out what ward plans to do to her brother she gets you but that just makes things so much worse.
sleeping in the clouds (♡)
sleeping (not the dirty kind of sleeping) & cuddling with rafe.
shameless (♤)
you and rafe have had a rivalry since the sandbox days but one night changed your relationship and rafe doesn’t like when you say that you faked it.
freer than we've ever been (♤)
you and your best friend rafe are having fun at a party but things take quite a turn, not that you mind.
so much trouble (♤)
poly!nate jacobs and rafe cameron x fem!reader, that's it, that's the summary
good for you (♧)
jj is jealous when he sees you moving on from him with your new friends who so happened to be his least favorite people; the kooks.
learned your lesson (♤)
rafe punishing you for teasing.
don't fucking ignore me (♤)
one of topper’s new friends keeps on making slick comments about you and rafe isn’t having it.
ab riding (♤)
rafe wants to try something new.
bicep riding(♤)
you ride rafe’s bicep (part 2 to ab riding)
feel something (♡♧)
rafe never expected to feel something when he looked at you but when he has to save you, he realizes how deep in it he is.
i see my future in your eyes (♡♧)
rafe is deeply in love with his best friend.
you're my blessing in disguise (♧♡)
you and rafe get into a big argument that turns into something not so bad. (part 2 to i see my future in your eyes)
i got my driver's license last week (♤)
rafe is driving you and barry home and barry just can't wait till you get home.
on a carousel (♤)
rafe wants to see if he can make you cum before the ride is over.
bloodshot (♡♧)
you find rafe cameron crying on the beach and the two of you become a little closer.
table talk (♤♡)
you cook a meal for rafe but he’s too busy thinking about eating something else.
best friend (♡)
rafe is nervous to tell you his secret.
sweethearts (♡)
your sweethearts know they upset you so they come to the library promising to be good. (poly!kook boys x reader)
pov (♡♤)
rafe wishes you could see yourself from his point of view
Headcanons:
cockwarming w/ rafe cameron
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oliveswiftly · 5 hours ago
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coochielist | obx | jj
where you will find every jj fic ms coochie wrote below
♧ = angst
♤ = smut
♡ = flufff
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Imagines, Blurbs and Drabbles:
Needy for you (♤♡)
jj helps you relieve your need for him.
Boat (♤)
you and jj sneak on the camerons boat for some late night fun.
know that i loved you so bad (♤♡♧)
you relive your teenage memories after you run away from your wedding.
cruel summer (♧)
sarah is a little too attached to jj’s girlfriend
locker room (♤)
locker room fun with jock!jj
bath (♤)
sexy bathtime blurb with poly!rafe and jj
don't you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? (♧)
jj is embarrassed of you.
sneaking in (♤)
jj catches you riding your pillow.
doe eyed as you buried me (♧)
you invite the pogues together for your birthday before you go off to college but the truth comes out but it doesn't just break you.
lesson 1: don't eat out your best friend's girlfriend (♤)
jj wants to teach pope how to eat pussy and decides you would be good for practice but the truth was pope has a crush on you.
god, save the pageant queen (♡♧)
all the pogues are in love with the pageant queen.
eyeliner (♡♧)
you begin to push away from rafe after he makes a stupid comment and jj tries to help you two fix it (poly!jj and rafe)
anywhere else (♡)
jj comforts you after a traumatic event.
mission accomplished (♤)
the pogues lock you and jj in a room so you guys can finally talk out your differences but you do a bit more than that.
road trip (♡♤)
you and jj go are on a roadtrip and decide to stop in the middle of nowhere.
some things live, but all things die (♧)
you and jj weren’t the best couple in the world but you loved each other more than anything but when jj does something on impulse you are brought to the reality of things and you realize you have to make a choice on whether it’ll be you and him forever or if you’ll let him go. inspired by carefully by ben platt.
wanna ride that wave (♤)
jj wants to try something he read.
take my breath (♤)
you thought it would be funny to tease sarah so she shows you who’s boss while jj holds the camera.
sorry (♤)
jj punishes you.
you're here with me (♡)
you get nervous before your speech.
pocketful of sunshine (♤)
you pay jj for weed in a different kind of way 😏
Headcanons:
jj eating you out (♤)
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oliveswiftly · 5 hours ago
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2019
Max: I think we should kiss.
Charles: And I think you should die but we don’t always get what we want.
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