#rival boys

[mywifeleftme]

322: Rival Boys // Animal Instincts

Animal Instincts Rival Boys 2014, Tiny Records (Bandcamp)

Rival Boys were an Ontario indie rock band active in Toronto from the late ‘00s to the mid ‘10s. They were a three-piece comprising sibling vocalists Lee and Graeme Rose (on bass/violin and guitar, respectively) and drummer Sam Sholdice, with a sound somewhat like Vancouverites Mother Mother on a blue day. (Whom, as an aside, I have discovered are now way more popular thanks to TikTok than they ever were at the time—they have 8.3 million listeners a month on Spotify, which is like… 38 times more than the New Pornographers.) Both Roses affect a mewl somewhere between Violent Femmes’ Gordon Gano and Sarah McLachlan, with Lee’s more powerful bellow usually taking the lead. In conjunction with the cold mountain violin that periodically sweeps the floorboards, it gives their otherwise youthful affect a nostalgic somberness. They were emphatically a rock band though, capable of kicking up a surly crunch: they didn’t have the dance rhythms of the Metric/Land of Talk acolytes who were all over CBC Radio 2 (the national public alternative music station) at the time, preferring to lope along like the Pixies.

Rival Boys were no longer a going concern by the time I moved to Toronto in 2017; I discovered them when I found a CD of their 2009 EP Life of Worry in the basement of an Ottawa house I shared with a friend who’d known somebody in the band back in high school. It was the first time I can remember coming across a group remotely in my social radius that struck me as unequivocally good. I listened to that five-song EP to death for a few years, and I still think they really nailed their sound with it; as a result, I had kind of a chilly response to their 2014 farewell Animal Instincts when I found it at a punk flea market. They’d shed just a touch of the raw-boned vulnerability that had made their loose, imagistic lyrics cling like a thin flannel against a harsh wind; a bit less bite to the guitar; a hair less heedless urgency to the vocals. The serviceable cover of Wolf Parade’s “I’ll Believe in Anything” seemed on the nose; the new rendition of EP highlight “Construction Work” didn’t make my heart stagger around like the original.

But listening to it now, I think Animal Instincts’ real sin was just not being the record I’d fallen in love with. Life of Worry is special, but there’s plenty to like on the LP. Opener “Fortune” edges the hell out of the listener before finally giving us some of Lee in full thunder; “Young and Old” is a showcase for the close harmonies, wet-eyed violin, and martial drumming that were Rival Boys’ most distinctive element; “Don’t Bloom” gives us a little of everything Lee does well, flowing from a distracted, introverted croon to a high wail that arcs like a flaming arrow at a Viking funeral. On this listen anyway, even the new version of “Construction Work” is doing it for me. There’s a nice closure to the fact that it was both among the first and last things they cut: the original with its blazing, desolate frustration sweeping into a folk reel outro that feels like transcendence; the revision more brittle, reserved, like people on the cusp of leaving adolescence behind giving it one last go, the quieter outro never quite taking off but settling into a low, churchy organ drone. It feels like a dignified goodbye.

Which the record in fact was, although it may not have been clear at the time. Graeme dropped out of the music scene altogether; Lee was quiet for a few years, but soldiers on with the very good Ace of Wands; I’m not sure what Sam’s up to these days. Time moves on—it’s 15 years since the EP, 10 now since the LP. I’m sure for the band members and their fans it feels like barely half that time, like finding a book you set down just the other day covered in dust and all your friends so old all the sudden! If ‘00s indie music can be said to have been about anything, it was surely about digging deeper into the experience of being alive, celebrating the wild joy of it while you can, making something of that. Rival Boys surely made something, and it’s nice to have something physical of it to keep.

322/365

[kilometresrufflefuck]

hear me out the other day i woke up and was immediately hit in the face with "7 year gap narumitsu in europe where phoenix kisses edgeworth in a low moment and then tries to flee and edgeworth uses mind chess on him to get the truth out of him which is a completely normal and ordinary average way to discuss your relationship"

[xrk-art]

Cucumber jumscare

Inspired by this 👇 @ouchmyghostskin

The Aftermath 🫡

[cubedmango]

the only thing i want from the dlc

[nottsangel]

no because imagine academic rival!theo going down on u in a classroom or a library or something. like u guys cannot study together but like…he’s down for other stuff…………yk??

“shut the fuck up or people will hear us.” theo warns sternly, spreading your legs with his strong hands on your thighs while you’re leaning against the desk. your fingers tangle in his soft hair as he’s down on his knees, watching the wetness trail down your thighs.

this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. you were meant to study with him— well, not voluntarily, though. you were paired up with him for a group project, much to both of your irritation. and as expected, after a while, you began yelling at each other, both stubborn as hell and unable to agree on anything. then, unexpectedly, caught up in the heat of the moment, he firmly grabbed your face and eagerly kissed you before ripping the clothes of your body…. and that’s how you found yourself in this predicament.

“then hurry the fuck up, theo!” you hiss, impatiently pushing him into into your dripping core and making him groan, the vibrations heightening to the pleasure you’re feeling as he laps at your aching cunt. you throw your head back at the sensation as he skilfully sucks on your swollen clit, causing you to bite down on your lip to suppress any loud moans from escaping.

“oh, fuck, fuck, just like that! feels so good, theo, fuck.”

“never thought i’d hear you moan my name, bella, but i could get used to this.”

normally, you’d bite back at his words, but he quickly pushes two fingers into you at once, causing you to clutch the edge of the desk with all your might as you let out a shaky breath at the feeling. he finds your g-spot so effortlessly, long fingers curling up as the tips of his digits rub against your sweet spot, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“you gonna come, baby? almost breaking my fuckin’ fingers here with how tightly you’re clenching around them.” he growls against your core as your legs begin to tremble. you feel your body grow weaker as his skilful fingers speed up, rubbing against your g-spot relentlessly while his mouth sucks on your clit so perfectly. you can practically feel him smirk against your cunt, enjoying how you respond to his touch.

“i’m gonna— fuck, i’m gonna cum” you moan as theo continues sloppily eating you out and fingering you simultaneously, both his saliva and your juices running down his chin. he so effortlessly pushes you over the edge as your orgasm washes over you, causing you to arch your back as your vision begins to blur, your hand flying to your mouth to silence any loud moans. your chest rises and falls as you come down from your intense high, head still thrown back and your mouth agape.

“cool. let’s go back to work now.”

“theo, wha—”

“oh, and i made you cum. so it’s only fair we do it my way now.”

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[jadeazora]

Cut out the phone call with Arven and the first part of Pecharunt's appearance, but the little "DONK!" sound and way the mochi just bounced off Kiki's forehead, and him touching where it hit, like "ow, that'll probably leave a bump tomorrow 😣"

Also, not something the stills can convey, but when Penny's talking, Kieran does a little "You have got to be kidding me" lean-forward and jaw drop. Like, these people are all going weird screaming "mochi mochi" and here y'all eating the suspicious mochi that strange Pokemon shot at you, what are you doing?!"

There's the fucking Pokemon Center nurse too giving zero fucks about any of the brainwashed insanity going on around town atm, just playing on her phone. Girl does not get paid enough to care:

[overchromatic]

attempted to give Kieran a cooler hairstyle.

[choccy-milky]

Babes you got my foaming at the mouth every time you post or update! This new chapter was so precious!!

Modern AU where the only thing that’s different was instead of an illustration of Sherlock Holmes, it’s a picture of Banana Pumpkinpatch

GIRL THE WAY I GOOGLED "BANANA PUMPKINPATCH CHARACTER" BEFORE REALIZING YOU MEANT BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH LMFAOOO 😭😭😭 but aww THANK YOU💖and this is amazing i had to draw it as soon as u sent it, i love that cloras love for sherlock holmes also works in a modern au setting. CLORAS LOVE FOR SHERLOCK IS ETERNAL

(and yes seb would read/watch it bc of her)

[ho3smadd]

Don't take it personal...

Parings... Theodore Nott x slytherin!reader

Trope... academic rivals to lovers

Warnings... swearing

Summary... Theodore Nott and Y/n have had rivalry to gain the highest grade in Potions for years but when someone gets hurt maybe it's gone too far...

Y/n L/n prided herself on two things: her impeccable grades and her unflappable demeanor. As a Slytherin, she knew the importance of maintaining a composed and strategic front, and she had mastered it to perfection. Except, of course, when it came to Theodore Nott.

Theodore was an enigma, a quiet presence that somehow always managed to get under her skin. He was brilliant, annoyingly so, and the only one who could rival her in Potions. Professor Slughorn often praised their concoctions, hinting at an unspoken rivalry that everyone in Slytherin House was aware of.

Y/n’s competitive spirit was fueled by Theodore’s relentless determination to outdo her. It wasn’t just about the grades; it was about proving herself, about being the best. Every potion she brewed was meticulously crafted, every essay on potion-making filled with insightful analysis and innovative ideas. Yet, no matter how hard she worked, Theodore was always there, a step ahead or right beside her, matching her effort for effort.

One evening, the common room was unusually quiet. Y/n was hunched over her Potions textbook, quill scratching furiously across the parchment. She hadn’t noticed the hours slipping away, the candles burning lower and lower. She hadn’t even noticed her own body’s protests, the gnawing hunger in her stomach because she just had to skip lunch and dinner and the dizzying exhaustion that clouded her vision as her body practically begged for rest.

It was Theodore who noticed. He had been watching her from a distance, his own books spread out in front of him but his attention clearly divided. He saw the way her hands trembled slightly, the way her head dipped closer to the table with each passing minute.

“Y/n” he called softly, but she didn’t respond. She was too engrossed in her work, too caught up in the need to perfect her latest potion theory.

“Y/n!” His voice was sharper this time, cutting through the haze of her concentration. She looked up, eyes glassy with fatigue.

“What, Nott?” she snapped, the sharpness in her voice a stark contrast to her usual calm demeanor.

“You need to eat something. You’ve been at this for hours,” he said, a note of concern creeping into his voice.

“I’m fine,” she insisted, though her vision swam as she tried to focus on him.

“No, you’re not,” he argued, standing up and crossing the room to her side. “You’re going to make yourself sick if you keep this up.”

She opened her mouth to retort, but the words didn’t come. Instead, the room tilted violently, and before she knew it, she was falling, darkness closing in around her.

The next thing Y/n knew, she was lying on a couch in the common room, a soft blanket draped over her. She blinked, trying to piece together what had happened. The room was dimly lit, and she could make out Theodore’s silhouette sitting nearby, a worried expression etched on his face.

“What happened?” she mumbled, her voice weak.

“You passed out,” Theodore said bluntly. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself, Y/n. This fucked up competition that we have… it’s not worth your health.”

Y/n tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced her back down. She closed her eyes, frustration boiling inside her. “I can’t just give up, Theodore. I have to be the best.”

“Why?” he asked, his tone softer now. “Why is it so important to you?”

“Because…” She hesitated, searching for the right words. “Because it’s who I am. It’s all I have. We are both well aware of the customs that purebloods have and the expectations my parents have for me to secure a suitable match. This is for me because nothing ever is.”

Theodore sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Y/n, I never saw you as competition.”

His words took a moment to register. She stared at him, confusion mingling with exhaustion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’ve always admired you, respected you. But I didn’t push myself to outdo you because I saw you as an obstacle. I did it because…” He trailed off, looking almost embarrassed. “Because it was the only way I could get your attention.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“I’ve liked you for a long time, Y/n,” Theodore admitted, his cheeks tinged with color. “But you were always so focused, so distant. Competing with you was the only way I could think of to get you to notice me and prove myself to you.”

She was silent, processing his words. The idea that Theodore had been trying to impress her, to earn her attention, was both shocking and oddly touching. She had always seen their rivalry as a battle, it had never occurred to her that it was his way of reaching out to her.

“Theodore, I…” She paused, uncertain of what to say. “I never knew.”

“Of course not,” he said with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t exactly make it obvious.”

She managed a weak smile in return. “You certainly have a unique way of showing it.”

He chuckled, the tension in the room easing slightly. “I’m sorry if I pushed you too hard. I never wanted to see you hurt. And if it means you’ll take better care of yourself, I’ll back off. I don’t need to compete with you to care about you.”

Y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. For the first time, she saw him not as her rival, but as someone who genuinely cared about her. It was a strange, yet comforting realization.

“You don’t have to back off,” she said softly. “Just… maybe we can find a better way to do this. A way that doesn’t involve me collapsing from exhaustion.”

Theodore’s expression brightened. “I’d like that.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the competitive edge between them replaced by something warmer, something more understanding. Y/n knew it wouldn’t be easy to change the dynamic that had defined their relationship for so long, but she was willing to try. For Theodore, and for herself.

As the days passed, their rivalry transformed into a partnership. They studied together, sharing insights and helping each other improve. Their mutual respect grew, and so did their affection. Theodore’s confession had opened a door that Y/n hadn’t even realized was there, and she was grateful for it.

One evening, as they sat together in the common room, Y/n looked over at Theodore, a smile playing on her lips. “You know, I think we make a pretty good team.”

He smiled back, his eyes warm. “I think so too.”

And in that moment, Y/n realized that she didn’t need to be the best to be happy. She just needed to be with someone who understood her, who cared about her, and who made her feel like she was enough, just as she was. Theodore had given her that, and she was determined to never take it for granted.

A/n... Please let me know what you think because I crave validation 😭

Also requests are openn

[minitiimidnight]

Thinking of you…🌷❤️

[kahixxi]

[slytherinboysvip]

Picture me this- Mattheo Riddle

(enemies to lovers, slowburn-ish)

༺chapter 1༻ ☞chap 2☜

Y/n and Mattheo have been attending Hogwarts together their entire lives, however things take a turn in your fourth year when you finally say something to the rowdy Slytherin boy. Ever since that day two years ago you have been ‘rivals’. Quite unfortunately for you there’s been a few complications in your plans of avoiding actual contact with him.

(No tws needed so far)

Mattheo Riddle. The boy you so despised. It wasn’t a one side hatred either, everyone at Hogwarts knew you two were Rivals. He hadn’t cared for his grades or anything school related for that matter till you began to challenge him, “You just simply have a pea brain, not much you can do with that.” Those words in your 4th year started this all. You couldn’t help yourself from crushing the boasting boys ego thinking he was cool for not taking anything seriously.

Over the years rather unfortunately he proved to be a rather good competitor. Constantly going head to head against each other with everything. You became a prefect, so he became a prefect. He didn’t even take the job seriously either, it drove you insane. Simply becoming one because he knew he could, not because he wanted to, and this gave him the biggest advantage to getting away with doing things to you.

Never paying mind to curfew calls and telling students to get to their dormitories Mattheo would rather watch you struggle, watching you intently from across the halls as you kept a speedy pace looking around for any students. You weren’t the type to actually get mad at them of course, you honestly just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible and without Mattheo helping it was a lot of work.

It was another night of this poor routine you’ve had to get used to, just the dungeons and surrounding areas taking at least thirty minutes to check only finding a few lost first years and snogging couples sending them all on their way to their dorms.

Finally making it to the outside doors you began your final walk around the grounds of the castle, seeing a few other prefects checking around. “You do know it’s not that serious right, there’s like 3 other prefects out here.” You recognized the annoyingly sly voice coming from behind you hearing leaves crunching as he approached closer “Nobody said you had to come too.” You just kept walking in the opposite direction hoping to be left alone.

“It’s rude to just walk away” Mattheo scoffed catching up to you quicker than you’d hoped. “You never even do these checks what do you want” Looking at him momentarily with a look of annoyance. “For your information sweetheart we have a potions project to do together” He smirked at you mockingly, your face turning into a scowl at the nickname coming out of his mouth

“Don’t call me that”— giving a disgusted look you continued “ And i’m sure I can get out of that.” Finally back at the huge wooden door to the castle you opened it leaving no room for Mattheo and left as quickly as you could not paying anymore attention to him or if he was following. You took straight to professor Snapes class hoping to catch him and to your luck, you did. “Professor-“ you spoke but before you could finish he brutally interrupted “I do not care what sort of thing is going on between you and Mr.Riddle, and I will not be changing your partner.” He looked up unamused to your lingering presence, “Goodbye Ms.Y/l/n”.

God dammit you thought, of all things you could’ve had to deal with, of all people. You genuinely couldn’t think of anyone worse you could have had as a partner, even considering Neville and Seamus as better candidates. The second you stepped out of Snapes office you were once again met with the last face you wanted to see. “I knew it’d be no use” He smirked walking up to you, “Looks like you’re stuck with me” He winked before walking away.

The worst part of this might just be the fact that you two have to be partners.. for months.

𓆙𓆙

Day 1

You walked as slowly as possible to your next class dreading every moment you stepped closer to your unfortunate demise. You hoped it wouldn’t be as bad as you were making it out to be, he wasn’t bad at potions he was just.. well, him.

Stepping into class you were met with new seating arrangements as to be expected, looking around seeing Mattheo towards the back corner sulkily walking towards your new seat. “Don’t look too happy now y/n” Theo joked from across you and Riddle, “Ha Ha very funny Theodore” You sarcastically replied sitting down with a huff.

“You’re feisty today aren’t you” Mattheo poked at your side with his quill. “I will break that right now don’t test me” Pulling it away from you, he chuckled in response and threw his hands up in surrender “Aye, i’m not trying to die”. “Good thinking” Theo chimed in once more.

“Pay attention I will only say this once.” Snape began “This should be easy for you all considering I’ve been your teacher, — he looked around scowling “ You will be making a simple Developing Solution. Find the page you need, get all the ingredients yourself, curate the potion, then you will be tasked to find a fascinating sight and taking a photo, then to see if your potion worked you’ll take your photograph and dip it in your solution. Whoever finishes first- and successfully gets 100 points to their house. Now leave me be” He sat at his desk and everyone and their partners began talking.

“We could just buy this shit easily this is so dumb why couldn’t we do something more fun” Mattheo scoffed turning through the pages in his book. You didn’t respond as you too were look for the page, even though he was right this was pretty boring. “Found it” you opened to the page fully pushing it between the two of you. “Why does this require so much shit” He ran his finger down the list reading it all “Where are we going to get Fairy wings. There’s no way this says Three Griffin claws.” He continued “No wonder we have two months I thought this was easy” you sighed running your hand through your hair putting your head down.

You truly were stuck being his partner for awhile. “I still don’t know why none of you are already trying to gather ingredients.” Snape spoke lowly and some students quickly got up and left. “Do you want to study this some more in the Library?” You looked over to Mattheo waiting for a response “Why do we need to study it we could just find everything and make it first” He held an unamused expression “I’d rather know what i’m making first, and plus we can find out where to get all of this i’m sure it’s in a book somewhere”

“I guess” he began getting up and you followed, putting your stuff together and starting the small journey to the Library. “Why do you think Snape is making us do this I never would’ve thought he’d give us an assignment to take a ‘fascinating’ picture” Mattheo randomly said adding air quotes, you couldn’t lie this was kind of funny so you cracked a smile, not left unnoticed by him “First expression i’ve ever got from you” He teased and you just ignored him.

“You are going to have to stop ignoring me you know, it’s not like i’m being a dick” He rolled his eyes tilting his head down at you “Fine, but this doesn’t mean I like you we’re still not friends” You replied keeping your eyes forward “Ouch you’re totally hurting my feelings with that one” he laughed continuing on. Finally reaching the Library you walked as far to the back as you could sitting in one of the only beanbag chairs. “That’s my spot” He stood above you, “I’m already here, and I always sit here” not budging you stayed sat.

“Looks like I have no choice” he shrugged sitting down on top of you stretching his legs out and letting out a sigh “Get the fuck off me” You pushed him as hard as you could and he very dramatically fell forward onto the ground acting as if he’d been shot “Ow.” He got up and sat across from you. “Anyways..” He spoke “I’m gonna find some books, just like wait here I guess” He walked off. Now usually you’d protest however you were far too comfortable and you didn’t want to lose your seat.

Around five minutes later he returned holding four different sized books, setting them all down and sitting. ‘Potions for dummies’, ‘Wizard photography and exciting new ways’, ‘Potions Index’, and ‘Potions ingredients index *and where to find*’. Seeing the potions for dummies first you looked at him and laughed throwing it at him “We won’t be needing this, but these others are good actually I’ll start looking in the Ingredients index” grabbing the book and opening up looking for the items on your list.

1. One pair of Fairy wings

2. Three Griffin claws

3. 2oz Molten Antimony

4. 8 Sheivlefig Leaves

5. 1 cup standard potion water

It seemed easy but it was anything but. First looking for the Fairy wings in the index of the index, opening to page 6,782 you began reading.

“Great.” You huffed sinking down into the beanbag “What?” Mattheo looked up from his book “Fairy wings are only ever found during peak winter that’s not for another month.” Mattheos mouth dropped open and he sat back annoyed “Okay, Snape is an asshole for this. Whoever finishes first my ass”.

“At least we can get everything else it’ll be difficult but it’s possible.” Giving him a somewhat sympathetic smile “We could always sneak off to diagon alley and get some of the stuff from there” He shrugged “Are you mad? What if we got caught not to mention how hard it would be to even get there durning school hours” You looked at him as if he had grown a second head. He let out a little laugh towards your reaction “Relax I do it all the time we just have to leave as soon as everyone goes to sleep and we’re doing rounds”

“Are you saying.. that all the times I was doing rounds alone, you were at Diagon Alley having a grand ole time” Your expression grew back to your usual straight faced scowl you gave him “Well it’s not like you need my help you’re perfectly capable” .. “You’re right I am perfectly capable, I don’t need your help with this just like I don’t need your help with Prefect duty or anything else for that matter.” Your promptly got up grabbing the index and walking to your dorm not looking back.

You don’t know why this irked you so much it’s not like you had ever truly cared he didn’t help he was right you were perfectly capable but the fact that he just left all the work to you because he could was infuriating. You worked your ass off for this title no matter what anyone else thought of it and he just takes it for granted. You angrily sat on your bed opening the book to find where to get everything else.

𓆙𓆙

Day 2

After a very long weekend of dreading your monday class it was time once again to deal with your rival.

You sat down not paying mind to Mattheo at all and Snape gave the same spiel about leaving him alone. “You’re going to have to stop ignoring me sometime y/n” He tapped your hand and you just pushed him off “And that’s not this time” You opened your book despite already reading everything you needed to. “Now what did you do this time Matt” Theo walked over “Nothing I wasn’t already doing” he rolled his eyes, Theo kneeled down lower to you “So what did Sir Riddle do” He smirked

“Annoyed the fuck out of me” You simply responded not looking up. “Ah, what’s new.” He retorted going back to his own table. “What Nott said, what’s new” Matt rolled his eyes. You got up without saying a word and walked up to Professor Snape. “Sir” You muttered, “what.” he said monotone. “Can I please do my project myself It will still be done by the deadline I can promise that” You pleaded hoping he’d somehow cave in, which, he didn’t. “I already told you Y/l/n, No.” He looked back down to what he was doing with no more words.

Walking back to your seat Mattheo spoke up “You can’t get rid of me that easily I’m like a stain on your favorite white shirt”. “You’re definitely a stain.”

“Alright everyone go do whatever you need for this potion that you can, get out of here” Snape said from his desk and you quickly left the room. “I KNOW WHERE TO FIND FAI-“ you cut off Mattheos yelling from across the hall running up to him and putting your hand over his mouth “Are you insane!! What kind of example of a prefect are you!” You looked at him like he was crazy which in this moment he seemed. You hadn’t processed that your hand was still over his mouth till you felt his warm slimy tongue lick the inside of your palm causing you to immediately remove it “EWWWWWWW EWWWWW EWWWWWW EWWWWW” You screamed waving your hand around frantically “EWWWWWW” You continued- wiping your hand all over his robes “YOURE NASTYYY!”.

Finally calming down you looked down at your hand making the most twisted face. Meanwhile Mattheo was laughing his ass off at this entire sight. Just as you were getting on him for yelling here you were screaming like a maniac over some spit. “It’s not funny— you huffed “I need to was my hands” Giving him a death stare he raised his hands up “No one said to put your hand over my mouth, you don’t know where that things been” He joked only making you more grossed out and needing immediate hand washing. “Merlin woman calm down there’s literally a girl lavatory right there” he pointed behind you and you ran inside washing your hands quicker than you ever had, and multiple times.

“How long does it take to wash hands” You heard Mattheos voice from behind you startling you “You’re not supposed to be in here you could get in trouble” looking at him though the mirror “What? Are you gonna tell a prefect on me?” He smirked. “Here I got you” He said walking towards a mirror looking in it “You’re not supposed to be in the girls bathroom 10 points from your house” He pointed at himself with a stern look making you giggle. “Is that a laugh I hear” He quickly jerked his head to you “Nope!”

“We should go before we get caught in here anyway, come on.”. You were back in the hallway and you came back to the realization that you were supposed to be upset with him. “I still don’t forgive you.” You looked at him but he was already looking at you with a puzzled expression “And why is it you don’t forgive me for exactly?” .. “You leaving every prefect duty to me” You scoffed “It’s not like you’d enjoy my help or company” He rolled his eyes, “I never said we’d do it together, but the point of two prefects per house is a thing for many reasons.” .. “Well the second I became prefect I was immediately in your way so don’t blame me blame yourself”

Genuinely confused you shook your head “What are you even talking about I never even acknowledge you whilst doing it”, “Exactly at least I had the decency to acknowledge when you became prefect I even remember congratulating you but the second I become one I’m like the devil.” If you didn’t know better you’d say he might’ve sounded a little hurt. “How do you expect me to congratulate you when you don’t even try to do what prefects are meant to do!” You retorted determined to keep your ground and your side of things. “Are you thick in the head? Don’t you think if I wasn’t doing what I was meant to be that I would’ve lost my position as perfect a long time ago? Genuinely how narcissistic are you y/n? I have to deal with all of the male Slytherins, deal with annoying ass first and second years asking questions they could ask literally everyone, but no just because I don’t help you with one thing which you can do by yourself means I’m awful.” He scoffed starting to walk away.

“Are you serious right now Mattheo?— You continued on following him “Yeah you do all that shit but so do I? I have to deal with every girl, I deal with their little problems and crushes, I have to put up with restocking every product girls need , and then after everything you complained about doing which once again I have to deal with too, I have to leave my dorm and walk around the castle and school grounds just to make sure every student is where they need to be, and I never once have officially complained to you about it all till now, and yet you’re acting like a victim. Typical.” Now you were the one walking away and he didn’t follow in fact he just stood there.

new series for my mattheo girlies sorry for abandoning the last one 😓😓😓 this might be slow burn ish but idk because i love smut LMAO hmmm who knows what will happennnn hope you enjoy <333

[heartfullofleeches]

Rival Femboy Yan who hates Femboy Cheerleader Reader-

Rival Femboy Yan who was the previous talk of their college campus before people got to a real taste of him and his standoffish attitude-

Rival Femboy Yan who despises Femboy Cheerleader for being the type of sweet natured individual that others gravitate towards- Opening the eyes of Rival's most devoted followers to how cruel he can be to them.

Rival Femboy Yan who steals parts of Femboy Cheerleader Reader's look. Rival Femboy Yan who's quickly called out for this.

Rival Femboy Yan who demands Femboy Cheerleader Reader's half empty tube of lipstick and the spare skirts out of their locker. Femboy Cheerleader Reader who's kind enough to help out what they assume to be a schoolmate in need.

Rival Femboy Yan who finds Reader's skirts too tight - because he can't control his body's natural reaction to wearing their clothes. Rival Femboy Yan who puts Femboy Cheerleader Reader's lipstick on his fleshlight - imagine the smear on his cock having come from their lips instead of ones made of plastic

Rival Femboy Yan who stalks Femboy Cheerleader Reader during their solo practices. Rival Femboy Yan who swears he's only filming them to learn all their little tricks before the next team meeting.

Rival Femboy Yan who makes jokes to his friends about how funny it'd be if they dared him to kiss Femboy Cheerleader Reader at an upcoming. Not because he wants to kiss them. It'll just be funny to see their reaction.

Rival Femboy Yan who tapes dozens upon dozens of pictures of his rival to his bedroom wall. The stains on them are from him losing his temper and throwing various things at them. You're the pervert if you think those white blotches are another else.

Rival Femboy Yan who really wants to take a shower with Femboy Cheerleader Reader.... Who said that?

Rival Femboy Yan who's benched for serval games after beating the shit out of a football player from another school who tried hitting on Femboy Cheerleader Reader after a game.

Rival Femboy Yan who trips Femboy Cheerleader Reader for panty shots because he hates them that much.

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[agentc0rn]

A bit of a messy comic (which I have not done for some time). Just a scene I imagined at some point after the match (?)

PT. 2

[ghostatrandom]

I know I said I wouldn’t talk much about the leak but look at him………he’s soooo proud of himself……his stupid smug face….