#he's also an international student like me

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Just A Game (Chapter Ten)

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Fighting, cussing

The rest of the weekend after the party was a blur. It felt too long and too short at the same time. Mattheo must’ve been hiding from you. You couldn’t find him around the castle at all.

You barely remember what happened that night. You remember drinking and dancing with your friends. You remember being shoved in a small closet with Mattheo and his lips on yours. You swear you remember hearing ‘I miss you too’ coming from him, but you can’t remember if that was your imagination.

Maybe you should stop drinking.

The feel of his lips haunted your days and nights. You had trouble sleeping and your mind would trail off, replaying that moment over and over.

You wondered if Mattheo had the same problem. Maybe that’s why he was hiding from you.

You knew he couldn’t escape you today though unless he skips class, which isn’t uncommon, but you were nearly praying he wouldn’t skip today.

You made it early to Herbology, taking your seat and nervously scribbling on your parchment. Why were you so nervous? Maybe because you drunkenly kissed the guy who sits next to you and he’s been avoiding you. You found yourself in an internal argument with yourself, only coming out of it when the other students started taking their seats too.

Mattheo was still nowhere to be seen as class started. You were a little frustrated now. It had been days. You just wanted to talk to him. That could also be why he was hiding from you, he knew you wanted to talk to him about the other night.

Suddenly, he came strolling into class about 10 minutes late, taking his seat by you like normal. He didn’t even look at you, but that was normal now.

The class was dragging on. You were patiently waiting for class to end so you could have a chance to talk to him.

The second you were dismissed, you shoved your stuff in your bag to make sure Mattheo couldn't get away from you this time. He was already almost out of the door by the time you even stood up. You weaved between the other students that were leaving to get to him. You finally caught his arm in the crowd of students, making you both stop as he turned to face you.

Another student ran into you from your sudden stop, making you stumble into Mattheo. He caught you and helped steady you.

“Watch where you're going.” The boy who ran into you said with a nasty attitude.

“You watch where the fuck you're going.” Mattheo spoke up before you even could. And as soon you turned around to face the boy, you saw Mattheo shove the boy away from you.

“She's the idiot who stopped in front of me!” The boy said, shoving Mattheo back.

“Watch your fucking mouth!” Mattheo spat back, stepping forward to hit him, but you grabbed his arm again.

“Mattheo.” You said his name to get his attention to stop him.

He stopped and glared at the boy before turning back to you.

“Yeah, obey your little bitch there.” The boy said, now with an amused tone.

Before the boy could even walk around him, Mattheo turned back to him quickly and punched him in the face with a loud crack. The sudden move and noise made you gasp and cover your mouth as you watched the boy fall to the ground.

“You ever call her a name again and I'll fucking gut you, understand?” Mattheo asked as he leaned over the boy.

“Mattheo! Enough!” You said, pulling him away by his arm, away from the crowd of students gathered around to watch the fight.

Mattheo let you drag him away without any resistance as he glared at the boy before turning back around to walk with you.

“Please don't hurt people for me again.” You said to him as he finally looked at you.

“He was a fucking prick! You should've let me.” Mattheo said, still clearly heated.

“Please, Mattheo.” You stopped walking to face him, making him stop to face you too, his hands now shoved in his pockets.

He exhaled sharply out of his nose. “What do you want?” His eyes flicked to the grass between you two instead of looking at you.

“I was kinda hoping to talk about Friday night.” You said, still looking at him, hoping he would look at you again.

He rolled his eyes, looking at you for a second before looking to the side. “It was just a game, (Y/N). That's all.”

“But you said you missed me.” You shifted on your feet, feeling your face heat from embarrassment now. Maybe you read it all wrong.

“I was drunk. I say stupid shit when I'm drunk.” He shook his head as he looked back at you.

“So that was a lie? And the kiss?” You asked, fidgeting with your hands in front of you.

“We were playing ‘7 Minutes in Heaven’, the whole point is to make out. Alright? I was playing the game.” He said, his face neutral.

“Oh.” Your gaze drifted down for a moment before looking back up at him. “I guess I misread it.”

“Yeah, guess so.” He said, sighing and looking back to the side.

“Why were you avoiding me this weekend?”

“(Y/N), just stop. Just stop. It was just a game. Don't read so much into it.” He said, shaking his head again, but refusing to look back at you.

“Right. You're right. It was just a game.” You said, looking back at the ground.

He stayed there for a few seconds before walking off back towards the castle.

“I meant my ‘I miss you’.” You called to him after a moment.

You saw him stop walking for a second before he continued, leaving you behind yet again.

Chapter 9

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[lovebotmo]

like the movies

chapter nine - dusk's rendezvous

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pairing: theodore nott x reader

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author’s note: thank you so so so x10389885 for all the love i've been getting as of late!!! i see all your notes, reblogs, and comments and they mean the absolute world to me. wishing you all the best for the coming new year and i hope you all have/had happy holidays!!! <3

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song inspiration: "baby i'm a fool" by melody gardot

“How bad could it be, hm?”

Meeting Parvati’s eyes in your dorm mirror, you considered her seemingly innocent question.

What was the harm, truly?

“Well, he could be horribly ugly.” A puff of hot air escaped your lips at Ginny’s rebuttal. You caught the glare Parvati shot the redhead who could only sheepishly grin.

“Are you trying to suggest she shouldn’t go?”

“Not at all!” Ginny replied. Pausing, she turned to look at you. “Just trying to temper expectations. Don’t want you to be disappointed, ‘s all.” Her change in tone only worsened the sinking feeling that was quickly settling into your gut. Seeming to sense the catastrophizing her sentence had set off in your mind, she piped up. “Hey! If he’s not cute, maybe he’ll be this great guy! Godric knows the lookers can be the absolute worst.” The bitter smile on her face let you know she was thinking of her ill-fated romance with Dean Thomas.

“So, I’m either saddled with some class-act minger or an attractive asshat. Wonderful. Loving these options.”

“I have a feeling my comments have not been entirely helpful this afternoon,” Ginny mused.

“You think?” Parvati rolled her eyes. “What I’m hoping Ginny is trying to say is that you don’t know who’s going to be waiting for you at the Black Lake, so don’t go into it expecting anything, right?”

“Right-o, Patil.”

“Anyhow, it’s not like you’ve been cracking on with anyone recently, right? So, who knows what will happen.”

Your mind seemed to stall over the feelings you hadn’t voiced to anyone. Though Hermione’s eyes had hinted at your affection for a certain Slytherin that first snow of the season, you had yet to be fully candid with your friends.

You fronted a smile. “Right again, Parvati.”

“So…” she drawled, getting up from your bed and standing behind where you sat at your desk. “It’ll be grand, Y/n.” Parvati patted you on the shoulder. “Just grand.”

“Besides, if he tries anything naughty, I’ll jinx him in the—”

“Ginny!”

Having clasped your secret admirer’s latest gift around your neck, you made your descent from Gryffindor Tower. Your friends had kindly let you get ready in peace; their endless chatter had only served to put your nerves on edge. The sun had just begun to set over the surrounding mountains of Hogwarts, casting the grounds in rich blues and oranges from the dying light. Wrapping your arms around yourself in an ill-favored attempt to stay warm, you made your way to the Black Lake, hoping that whoever he was, you wouldn’t have to wait in the winter chill.

As fate would have it, you didn’t have to wait long.

“Y/n!”

Turning around to see who the voice belonged to, you were met with the sight of Zacharias Smith jogging toward you.

A seventh year like yourself, Zacharias Smith was a Hufflepuff you had shared a few classes with over the years. However, the frequency of your shared schedule had petered off as Smith decided to not pursue certain advanced coursework. You’d chat on the occasional run-in, but he was more of an acquaintance than a friend.

One of your last classes with him was History of Magic in fourth year, where you had been seat partners. Smith wasn’t a bad student per se, but he made it perfectly clear studying the goblin rebellions of the eighteenth century was not at the top of his priority list. At the end of the year, Professor Binns had assigned each pair of students a section of the International Statute of Secrecy to study and present to the class. You could count on one finger the times Zacharias had helped you with the project, constantly skipping out on study sessions for time on the quidditch pitch. As a chaser for Hufflepuff, Zacharias was perfectly adequate. As a student, he was less so, and you found yourself slaving away for hours to make up for his lack of effort and frankly, blatant disregard for your time. You fourth year-self had most definitely shared an unkind word about the Hufflepuff.

“Zacharias…Hi.” In your nervousness, you rocked back and forth on your feet, still reeling from the realization that the brown-eyed blonde before you was your secret admirer. A feeling shamefully close to disappointment began to gnaw at you. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

He let out a light laugh, “Yeah, sorry didn’t mean to startle you. Just wanted to make sure I caught you before it got too dark. Can’t be getting detention again with Filch. ‘Right bastard, that man.” That made you both chuckle. “Anyhow, L/n, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade together this weekend, maybe grab a butterbeer?”

Eyes widening at his forthrightness, you let out a shocked laugh causing the blonde’s eyebrows to furrow. “Sorry! Sorry. ‘S just…I’m kind of surprised you’re into me.”

Zacharias stared at you in confusion. “Really? I mean, I’ve liked you since our fourth year—when we had History of Magic together. Don’t you remember—I asked you to the Yule Ball that year?”

In fact, you did remember Zacharias asking you to the Yule Ball after class with flowers. You also remembered politely declining—having already secured a date—only for him to turn right around and ask Romilda Vane seconds later with the same bouquet. Rather classy, that was.

“Yeah, I know I ended up going with Romilda, but you were my first choice, you know.”

Geez, way to butter up a girl.

“Still,” you let out a quick huff of air, “I didn’t think you were the ‘secret admirer’ type. I guess I figured you’d be straight-up with your intentions,” you mused, picking at a loose strand on your sweater. “You don’t seem the type to play the long game with gifts and notes, and all that.”

Zacharias paused, an unreadable expression flickering over his face. Running a hand thorough his cropped locks, he looked away at the Black Lake’s horizon before smiling back at you.

“What can I say?” replied Zacharias. “I’m a chaser. I go after what I want. And what I want, is to take you on a date to Hogsmeade this weekend. So…?” he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

What an absolute line.

Words on the tip of your tongue to turn him down once again, you remembered the words of your wise friends just earlier that afternoon.

What’s the harm? It’s not like there’s anyone else showing up, no matter how much I might wish for it.

Shoving down your disappointment, you made an effort to smile in return at the Hufflepuff in front of you. “I’d love to, Zacharias.”

Offering his arm, you gingerly accepted, and the two of you walked back toward the castle together, watched only by a lone keeper exiting the nearby quidditch pitch.

After your rendezvous at the Black Lake, you had agreed to meet your friends back at your dormitory to dish. Hence, you were laying on your carpet, chronicling the night’s events in scintillating detail. Like you, your friends were surprised by the identity of your admirer.

“Smith? As in Zacharias Smith?” At your nod, Hannah hemmed and hawed before letting out an expressive, “Huh.”

Sitting up from your horizontal position on the floor, you looked at your friend. “What is it?”

Hannah took her time in answering, before finally finding the words. “It’s just that…Zacharias isn’t exactly who I had been picturing.”

While you were loath to admit it, Zacharias hadn’t been who you were expecting that evening either, nor had he been who you had hoped to see. However, you couldn’t help but wonder why Hannah’s expectations weren’t met.

“Why’s that?” you asked.

Before the Hufflepuff could answer, Ginny gave her two cents, “Well, because he’s a complete wanker.”

“Ginny!”

“What, Han!” exclaimed Weasley, “It’s true! And I know you were thinking it too! He’s one of the worst losers I’ve ever seen—and that’s saying something, considering Ron’s my brother.” That sent you all into a fit of giggles, reminiscing on the times you’d had to witness the sore sport Ron could be when it came to quidditch. “Seriously, though,” the girl continued, “I saw him break a broom in a fit after losing in a scrimmage against Ravenclaw. A scrimmage, Y/n.”

“Not to rag on Zacharias, but I can’t say that I’m terribly fond of him either,” added Hannah. “In our third year, he sold out one of his roommates to Snape after they’d broken into the Potions storeroom together, just so he’d get out of detention. Made it terribly awkward between them for the rest of the term” Hannah sighed, “He’s not exactly a model Hufflepuff.”

Their stories only confirmed the sinking suspicion already settling in your mind. The time you had spent with Zacharias wasn’t the worst, but it wasn’t something you took to regularly reminiscing on. You distinctly remembered the feeling of relief when your History of Magic project together had ended. But that had been three years ago.  

Plopping down beside you, Hermione nudged your shoulder. “Maybe he’s turned a new leaf? If he did all of this for you to show how interested he was, something’s had to have changed, right? None of us really know him.”

“I’m really hoping you’re right, Hermione” you admitted. “I think the romantic in me might die if I find out he’s the tosser you lot have made him out to be. After all the thought he put into those gifts and notes…”

“It doesn’t bode well to make assumptions about people, Y/n. Just think about all the things people say about Luna,” remarked Padma to your left.

“Pads!” you gasped in shock.

“Look, I love Luna and all her oddities and idiosyncrasies,” Padma offered, “But if I had listened to all the awful things people have said about her, I’d have never become friends with her. People call her Loony Lovegood for Godric’s sake!”

Padma’s reasoning seemed to strike a chord with your group of friends. Sighing, Hannah turned to level a look at you. “Padma’s right, you know. We shouldn’t assume he sucks just from a handful of choice anecdotes.”

“We’ve forgiven all manner of sins, after all,” surmised Ginny. “Even with Ron’s grousing after losing a quidditch match, Hermione still wants to snog the living daylights out of my brother. Can’t understand it for the life of me.”

“Ginny—enough!”

“What? Am I wrong?”

The next day, Hogwarts’s rumor mill was churning out the news of your impending date with Zacharias Smith. Intending to escape the careless whispers and curious looks waiting for you at breakfast in the Great Hall, you had made your way to the Kitchens. With a quick ‘Hello’ to Dobby and Winky, you grabbed a muffin (or three) and stuffed your mouth before heading towards the library. There, the murmurs of your classmates were kept at bay by the harsh glare of Madam Pince, ever the watchful librarian. However, it seemed not everyone feared the archivist’s death glare.

“You’re going out with that prick, Smith?” The harsh accusation had your head snapping to find the person who had leveled it at you. That clipped tone belonged to none other than your coveted Potions partner currently towering above you and your corner table. To the untrained eye, Theo appeared terribly composed. Yet, you could see the tension in his neck, seemingly like a serpent ready to make a lethal strike. His eyes were glacial, boring into your own, mouth in a stern line to complete his sinister expression.

Narrowing your eyes at the venom leaking from his voice, you snappily answered. “I’ve agreed to go to Hogsmeade with him, yes.”

Theo didn’t seem to very much like your answer.

“Why?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“Why’ve you agreed to go out with that gormless git?”

“Excuse me?”

“I thought it was a joke when Enzo mentioned it. I wouldn’t do you the disservice of imagining it possible. How could Y/n go out with someone so incredibly thick and inconsiderate? Imagine my surprise when I found out Berkshire was being completely serious.”

You were struck by the leveled ire of his words. The Theo in front of you was completely unrecognizable to you, no longer the sarcastic and thoughtful Slytherin you had come to know—come to care for. While it was perfectly fair for you to have your reservations about your upcoming date with the Hufflepuff, Theo had no right to poke his nose in your business. Anger began to bubble up inside of you like a heated cauldron.

“Not that it’s your concern, Theo, or Berkshire’s—or anyone’s concern for that matter, but yes, I have agreed to go out with him.”

Theo had the gall to laugh. “You cannot be serious.”

“I am completely serious!” you scoffed. “And he’s been exceedingly thoughtful and considerate, if you must know. Sweets, flowers, notes, and the like! What do you know about being considerate, Theodore? Coming in here to scold me like a child!”

The face in front of you drained of color, no longer a vexed red. Confusion replaced his choleric expression before settling into his stony façade once more.

“You really think Smith would do all of that, for you? That he would care about you that much?”

His questions sent a painful pang through your heart, never expecting such cruelty from someone you had come to consider as a friend, and possibly more.

“As a matter of fact, Nott, I do.” With each word out of your mouth, that carefully constructed mask of measured indifference solidified. Everything you said would only bounce off his exterior. The boy in front of you was beyond reach.

Kissing his teeth, Nott hummed. “And here I was, giving you more credit than you deserved. My mistake.” With that, the Slytherin spun on his feet, making his swift exit from the library.

With half a mind to go after him, you popped out of your seat, chair screeching against the ground. You called out at his retreating form.

“Nott, what—where are you going? We’ve got Potions in five!”

“You’ll manage without me, L/n.”

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[yandere-wishes]

I think I might have a crush on one of the guys in my class. We've only talked a few times. But like he's really smart and soft spoken.

[sholmeser]

actually what i think would be cool is an ace attorney game where each case is its own individual mini-spinoff. first case is kristoph gavin: ace attorney a few years pre-aa4 with apollo as kristoph’s college intern and clay as the defendant. we get to learn more about clay and apollo’s friendship alongside apollo+kristoph and krisnix dynamic. we’re forced to forge evidence because there isnt anything concrete proving clay’s innocence, giving us an inside glimpse into a corrupt attorney’s life. second case is simon blackquill investigations pre-UR1 where on someone else dies at the space center and metis is accused. we see more of athena/simon/aura/metis family dynamic as well as athena and juniper’s friendship as children. manfred von karma investigations (kid miles and vk family dynamic) or lana skye investigations (pre-SL9 ema mia gant jake angel neil) or mia fey ace attorney (maya lana pearl morgan diego maybe even dahlia and iris) or robin newman ace attorney/hugh o’conner investigations (self-indulgent but would be so cute)….the possibilities are endless……just fun little ways to expand on pre-existing character dynamics that might not have been discussed too much without necessarily making an entire game revolving around those characters

[lipstickontheglass1985]

at least now whenever i feel stupid i can remember a grown german man asking me if poland is in the eu or not 😭😭😭

[lurking-latinist]

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[fingertipsmp3]

I’m always so fascinated by people’s bad roommate stories. I’m not sure I’ll ever live with someone I haven’t vetted extensively beforehand ever again

[just-a-normal-crow]

Hellooo mun!!! If you met your muse (or muses, if you wanna do both or just the birb) how do you think that interaction would go like?

((omg hello!! gosh ahsjdk tbh i never really thought about it because i don't even like the idea of any of the actual canon characters interacting with me personally [see: @dolasach's reason for existence + this blog honestly just being made so that i could have a reason to interact with the rp blogs without having to bring out my oc] but this did get me thinking >v<

for the crow:

crows are honestly extremely rare where i live, at most i see them as small black figures in the sky when they're flying off. so if i got the meet the crow irl i think i'd be genuinely thrilled?

as in. i would go through the motions of trying to befriend the thing and also play the part of a fool that tries to feed a mechanical bird ;-; i'd hope that it'd be like what's going on with yvonne, but i'm not talkative enough with animals to get any sort of emotional investment out of anyone at onychinus hq for what drama might be going on in my life. so like. i'd just be a running joke to the engineers for being a reason why the bird keeps coming back with a chassis full of food lol

for dolasach:

okay so like. i so CLEARLY imagine myself to meet her because of some art event where she's a guest, like a lecture or workshop or gallery exhibit opening. she'd have such a particular vibe to her, i feel? that would make it shockingly easy for me to actually reach out and ask questions about her craft (if it were a gallery opening) or ask some really thorough questions + start a bit of banter (if its a workshop) even if her gaze would be so intense i might die on the spot <-aroace but not immune to cool hot people.

i think it would go fairly well, i don't think i've ever left bad impressions on more important people i've interacted with and half the time end up befriending them + i want to believe i'd get a genuine laugh from her 😭 that's all i want oml))

[anaalnathrakhs]

...i'm starting to wonder if i wasn't actually pretty often failed by the adults in my life as a young kid tbh.

[salvadorbonaparte]

I just learned there's a German-Korean (ex) kpop star with the most stereotypical German name. I love that for him.

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

VICTORY FOR THE ME COMMUNITY

[bibleofficial]

ok so i got a dorm w the uni & the flat is literally 3 chinese, a mexican, & me & honestly ? living for it

[gaydryad]

vote now on your phones:

[cynicalmusings]

also… been having a figure skater xiaophros au in my head recently… xiao’s an up-and-coming star who never really asked for the popularity, and aphros is the quiet artistic kid he’s had a crush on since he was seven

[ifeelfreewithoutmyshoes]

I would really just not use a stereotype as a way to describe anybody actually

[tonbanereblogs]

Today I met an exchange student who looks like hozier if he had never contacted the Fae or whatever it is he does