⟡cranberricig⟡

as you sit comfy on the living room couch, your favorite show playing on the tv while you play with the ends of your hair as you watch, ocassionally checking the time on your phone to see when he'll be here. you can still smell him on some of the pillows, you feel crazy for even noticing, that but even crazier for missing him so badly.

its 7pm, the sun is slowly setting, the tv light is setting over you, suddenly before you reach for your phone, you hear a rattle at the door- "baby," you hear his voice call "i'm home"

you straighten your back in the couch, your heart beating a bit faster as you see him, mattheo, walk towards you in his work clothes. he looks so professional, perfect even. "you're home" you smile as you jump up from your seat to hug him, he embraces you so quickly it feels routine.

your chin rests in his shoulder for a few seconds before he moves his body to face you, holding your face in his hands and kissing you deeply. "i missed you" he says into the kiss, you nod, continuing to kiss him, agreeing with him through your motions. you don't want too, but you pull away for a second, his eyes look like a puppy dogs', wanting more of your lips.

"hungry?" you ask tilting your head, "starving" he replies with a smile, grabbing your chin and kissing you deeply one more time.

he picks you up in his strong arms and spins you around as you laugh before setting you back down on the couch, "let me change so we can cook together, stay still" you nod and sink into the couch as he runs to your guys' room to change.

eventually, he comes out in his blue plaid pijama pants and white wife-beater to match your blue shorts and white hoodie. you can't help but stare at his arms that look perfectly built in that shirt. "something wrong?" he asks as you get up, closer to him, he watches your eyes stare, a smirk draws across his face, he knows exactly what you're looking at.

"no" you reply with a wide smile, "let's get this dinner done i want my dessert as soon as possible" you raise your eyebrows, he raises them back in agreement, knowing exactly what you want.

he guides your hips to the kitchen, placing kisses on your neck as you get to the stove, you sink into his kisses from behind you, holding your hips he whispers into your ear, "stay focused baby hm?" your eyes flutter as his kisses on your neck continue.

he abruptly stops and rattles a box of pasta in his hands, "mattheo" you roll your eyes at his teasing, he snickers and then places the pasta on the counter. he pulls out a few ingridents from the fridge while you get a pot and fill it with water.

he grabs his phone out of his pijama pocket, music suddenly connects to the speaker, pretty boy by the neighborhood starts playing, your guys' favorite song. you turn to him and smile after lighting the stove. "we gotta wait for that water to boil don't we?" he asked, reaching out his hand offering it to you.

"we do" you reply with a smile, taking his hand as he spins you around before pulling you close, your hands wrap around his neck, his behind your back sliding down to your hips. you stare into his face as he guides you, swaying around the kitchen slowly. he's staring back, his dark eyes look into yours making you feel butterflies in your stomach and warmth in your heart all at the same time.

he can't help but admire your smile, this is exactly what he's always wanted, you, this life, this home, this girl. "you're perfect" he whispers, "perfect and mine" his face lights up when you smile wider at his words, "i'm yours" you whisper back. he spins you around one more time, the water is bubbling in the pan.

"i got it" he says letting go of your now lonely hips, he opens the pasta box and pours half of it into the boiling water.

within the next 10 minutes of you guys staring into eachothers eyes, random popcorn kisses and him braiding your loose hair back like you taught him, the pasta was ready.

you drained the water as he prepared the sauce, toasting bread after he stirred the pot of food in front of him, watching him cook was genuinley so hot, the way his face focused as he shredded cheese into a bowl, how his arms flexed as he did it, when he popped open a can of your favorite soda for you with ease, setting it down in front of you on the dinner table for the two of you.

theres two lit candles on the table, the house lights warm and dim, he sits down in front of you with his food, gleaming with pride at the presentation of his dish.

"thank you" you smile at his prideful face, "thank you" he replies, "enjoy, if you dont finish it i will" he jokes knowing you always finish your food and rarley every share your favorite meals.

while you eat the seriously delicious meal, he tells you about his day at work, the annoying people, the funny moments, you laugh about stories about the old days, school at hogwarts, when you were both secretly crushing on each other while you were with your horribly terrible ex boyfriend.

days like this remind you how worth it everything was, all the trouble with his dad, the misunderstandings you worked out together at hogwarts, to living in your dream city, in your dream home, with your adorable pets and the best part, the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

you get me so high - the neighbourhood

so real - jeff buckley

alone at last - chezile

how soon is now? - the smiths

100 - dean blunt

sex, drugs, ect - beach weather

20201203 - mac demarco

sexy boy - air

talk show host - radiohead

beanie - chezile

do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys

he loves it when you get all frustrated trying to help him with his homework (he does it wrong on purpose just to see you get all annoyed)

when watching you from afar, he loves to see when you flip your hair around from each side of your head, especially when you're focused deeply.

when you tap your fingers on your book when you're reading or on your desk when you're bored. he thinks its actually so adorable.

when he hears you stand up for your friends (and even when you've stood up for him sometimes) watching you become defensive and confident, he just wants to grab your face and kiss you all over.

your laugh that he could identify from miles away, especially when you laugh at one of his jokes.

when you're presenting in front of the class with a friend and can't hold back your laughter

during the winter in hogsmede when you wrap one of your thick scaves around your neck but it's so oversized it goes around your nose and covers its pink tip.

the way you smell like freshly baked cookies when you sit really close together during potions

he loves/hates when you complain about your stupid boyfriend, knowing that he could be 100 times better than he is, though it still hurts him that you haven't left him yet.

Chapter 3

------------------------suggested reading playlist ------------

master of none - beach house

symphonia IX (my wait is you) - grimes

good looking - suki waterhouse

deathmetal - panchiko

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you dragged noah to your common room to get a good look at him away from everyone else. he looked terrible, to put it lightly.

"tell me what happened" you crossed your arms in frustration, eyebrows furrowing so deeply you felt like they were going to leave a mark

"why are you mad at me?" he scoffed "that little shit face was flirting with you, you must have done something to start it" his ugly bruised nose twitched

"we weren't flirting you idiot" you usually never use words like that towards him, but you were so upset you didn't care, "he was just making sure I was okay you didn't have to go all west side story on his ass" you flung your hands up in anger

he shook his head in disbelief, a part of him didn't know wether to get angrier and risk moving his painful face more, or just shut up and leave you to your delusions. "you know who he is y/n" he tilted his dark eyes down to yours

"yeah, and you think you do too" you got closer to him, closer to the door, "he's not you know who noah, YOU left me last night, YOU promised you were going to hangout with me, he was the only one standing there watching me drag my drunk self through the party and offered me a hand" you knew that last part was a lie, but you didn't feel guilty.

the whole time, you spent it with riddle, truthfully it was because noah left you, the lie was that you being drunk was the only reason riddle was with you. but defending your honor was more important than that right now. and maybe you were defending riddle's too.

"fine" noah raised his eyebrows, "i'm sorry i left you okay?" he put his hands on your shoulders, momentarily bringing you back to that moment at the party when riddle put his warm sweater on you. you snapped back to reality when he kissed you, suddenly and slowly.

you kissed back barley, still annoyed at his mediocre apology, "lets just get back, I have to go to my last classes" you shrugged pulling away from the kiss, forcing a smile. he smiled back, as if he has done his job of getting you to forgive him.

"but i did wanna ask you something" he says as he opens the door, you pause in the door way, looking up at him, "i know this is really bad timing" he admits, you can see this weird begging look in his eyes you cannot stand. it's usually most prominent when he asks to go out with his friends to parties alone to spend 'time' with them, "but i promise i was thinking about it all day yesterday, and was wondering if you maybe wanted to meet me in my dorm tonight?"

your stomach dropped. was he seriously asking this right now?

"leo is not gonna be there tonight, he's staying in his girlfriends dorm tonight so we'll have it all to ourselves" he tries an unsettling comforting tone as he watches your smile completely wipe from your face. "hey" he lifts your chin with his finger, "let me make up for everything i've done"

you don't know what to say. he's asking to have sex, for the first time, ever. right. after. an arugment. "i don't know" you reply quietly

"come on, please?" he frowns, "i just wanna make it up to you"

"so you wanna have sex to say sorry for leaving me at a party?" this guy is unbelieveable, you furrow your brows so deep it might become permanent.

"no it's not just that babe" he laughs unsucessfully trying to ease your suspicion, "just come tonight okay? we can talk more about it before we do it" he says as if it's already a plan.

after he leaves you with a kiss, the walk to class your brain is quiet. there's nothing to think, nothing to say. how? how could he ask of such a thing? you knew that almost every couple at this point has had sex at this point, but why couldn't he understand you just weren't ready yet?

after a long flight of downwards stairs behind a couple students, you finally got to potions, setting your things down in the dark classroom on your usual desk.

you usually sit with pansy, who was probably skipping as she does every so often, leaving you all alone to... "alone once again ms. y/l/n" snape noted, looking down at you, tilting his head ever so slightly as if to observe you. you nodded. he turned around to the opening of the door, "mr. riddle" he echoed, you had almost forgotten that riddle was in this class. he almost always sits in the way back and never talks to anyone.

"you can have a seat right here, next to ms. y/l/n" he gestures to the seat next to you. mattheo batted his eyes at you avoidantly., the lighting in the room catching his fight scars almost perfectly as if to exentuate them.

"hey" you mumble as he shuffles next to you, setting his things down, he dosen't look at you. "hey" he replies clearing his throat, still avoiding eye contact. god he still smelled good, how??

"riddle, i'm sorry abut last night" you whispered, leaning in close to him "i didn't mean for any of that to happen to you it was all my fault"

"no" he replied, finally looking at you, eyes staring deeply into your own, bringing you back again to that moment at the party, "it wasn't though, you did nothing wrong"

you didn't know what to say, it had never been that easy for you to feel so relieved after feeling so guilty. with noah, he would've made you list the reasons you were wrong and say sorry for each one.

"thanks" was all you could muster "does it hurt?" you whispered, raising your finger to the scar on his lip, touching it lightly, you really don't know why you did that. he didn't wince, just lightly closed his eyes for a second as if to avoid doing so.

"not really" he replies as you slowly lower your finger from his scar "no offense but your boyfriend fights like an alley cat" he reveals a small smirk which makes you laugh quietly.

"class" snape's voice booms through whispers, both of your head's whip towards him, following the syncronized movement of your hands to open your books. "open to page 195" his voice pauses through words, "write notes on the similarities between the ingredients in front of you and the devil's snare description in your books."

you didn't even realize there was a black wilted flower on your desk, with thick stems and a faint red color around its center. "you may work together, do so quietly. for your own sake."

you picked up your quill from inside your bag and tied up your hair into a perfect ponytail to be able to focus more. from the side of your eye, riddle suddenly handed you a side of his wired headphone, you look him up and down with wide eyes, "are you crazy?" you whisper, "snape'll see" you gestured your head toward the pacing teacher

he smiled, this time wider, "he won't care" he shook his head and tried bringing the headphone closer to your hand, which you hesitently raised to take it.

"if he catches us i'll kill you after he kills me" you take it and put it in your ear, the music suddenly rushing to your ears.

"deal" he laughs quietly

you had never heard this song before, you loved the smiths but usually only listened to their basic stuff.

you looked at him and smiled, he smiled back softly and turned back to his book, pointing at a bit of text 'the stem is thick, black, and rough' you nodded, copying it down in the similarities box.

you worked silently through ocassional whispers of details about the plant. it was peacful, you worked together in this perfect flow. he would raise the plant to his eyes to inspect, and then raise them to yours so you could see. he never moved too quick or too slow, you both understood this plant so well it seemed like everyone else had no idea what to do except for you too.

at one point, snape walked by and looked both of you intensly, you could tell he could see the black wire coming from both of your ears but he just turned his nose up, glanced at riddle and slowly walked away. you looked at riddle astonished, who raised his eyebrows like 'i told you so'

an hour passed by in what felt like ten minutes. snape's voice echoed through the room and broke through the sounds of oasis in your ear.

"put your things away and turn in your papers in. the. front." he drawled slowly while moving at a glacial pace towards the center of the room where he whipped his cape around to the desks.

it was the end of class, you hadn't even realized it was over.

you looked over at him, he had these sort of puppy dog eyes that made you want too....stop. you have a boyfriend for merlins sake. you slipped the headphone out of your ear, "thanks" you shrugged, pulling a piece of hair back behind your ear.

"anytime" he shook his head, eyes reverting back to their unbothered stare. he began to pack up his writing things slowly, stalling. "can i talk to you later? the astronomy tower?" he got closer as he whispered the location close enough for no one else to hear and to send a small cast of chills down your spine.

you nod, "after dinner?" you press your lips together anticipating his answer.

"yeah" he nods back, "see you at dinner y/n" mattheo grabs his books in his bag and heads for the door, he glances back as he leaves the room, you give him a small wave and he supressed a smirk.

"what was that" you hear a voice behind you that makes you practically jump in the quiet room, snape whips his head around, annoyed you haven't left yet.

"harry!" you clutched your heart, "you can't just- do that" you hit him upside the head, ruffling his hair as he reaches for it in defense, "when did you get here anyways?? you were never in this class" you tuck your things in your bag and toss it over your shoulder.

"i transferred from herbology, they said someone needed my spot and were offering me to just get this one done full credit halfway through the semester " he laughed at your panic, "i came in when you and riddle were working" he lifted air quotes as he said 'working' while you both headed for the door

"we were working harry" you rolled your eyes, "and who the hell wants herbology that bad?" you snickered opening the door, escaping snape's torture chamber.

"beats me" he fixed his glasses, "listen, I only want to tell you to be-"

"careful" you cut him off "i know" your eyes physically tried not to roll to the back of your head

"safe" he finished, you pursed your lips and blinked slowly, "same thing" you sighed starting up the stairs, harry following quickly behind you.

"i just say that because you think you know someone, a-and then you find out you really don't" he rambled

"did ron steal your last clean pair of boxers or something?" you turned back at the worried boy's face and continued pacing up the stairs.

"y/n" he said firmly, making you stop and turn to him,

"look, I understand your concerns, you especially." you stepped down once to look at him face to face, to see his scar, remind yourself that his father isn't a concept or a legend. "I promise i'm careful, he's not his father."

he swallowed and nodded, blue eyes piercing into yours, "good...good, and you know y/n.. I'm not just talking about riddle." he continued to walk up, leaving you with his words. you took a moment to think before following behind his trail.

your next class compared to your last hour spent with mattheo was completely boring. after class, you went to your dorm to change into something comfterable before dinner. you took a quick shower and dried your silky hair, leaving it half up half down.

you put on a pair of jeans and a white lace tank top with a light dark navy zip up over it. to be honest, these jeans were so comfterable you could sleep in them.

you began to walk down to dinner with a little skip in your step as you remebered you were going to talk to mattheo later in the astronomy tower. you were just excited to talk to him alone again since the party.

your quick pace to the dining hall led you there in time to sit next to hermionie who was flipping through three different DADA books at once. girls a machine. "got any plans tonight?" she looked up from her books momentarily to me at her side.

"nope" I shrugged through a lie "just reading in my dorm tonight probably"

ron scoffed in dissapointment from your answer, the red haired boy in front of you wresteled a chicken leg before getting out, "you two are absolutley boring" hermione jumped to defend herself and ron argued back quickly, but all of the conversation faded out when you saw him.

making eye contact with you from across the hall. he just sat there, friends in front of him, glancing up from his plate at you, and back down to his friends. when his eyes would meet yours for a moment you smiled softly, trying not to make it too obvious. he smiled back even smaller.

it felt like a little high, like exchanging notes under the desk or sneaking in candy to class; no one knew and no one would ever know unless one of you told.

dinner was passing by slowly, it felt like time was playing a torturous game on you making you wait hours to scram to the astrology tower. you looked at the clock, 35 minutes until lunch was over, but only 5 until you went to go meet him.

you stole one last glance at him before getting up, making your excuse, and walking away. he watched as you left your table, keeping your promise to meet him. he couldn't help but smile.

"what?" draco malfoy asked him with a disgusted face, "what's that about?" he pointed at mattheo's small smile which he quickly wiped from his face, "nothing" he shook his head

draco wiped his head around to see what he was smiling at, "you've got a thing for amelia minotaur?" he scoffed classically at the blonde girl, mattheo peeked over to amelia at the ravenclaw table, confused why draco chose her to accuse him of liking and not the girl leaving her table across the hall.

"no" he replied annoyed, amelia smiled and he returned a frigid look. "i don't." he turned back to draco

"right" he laughed again, looking around him to make sure others laughed too, which they didn't.

"listen i have to go just-" mattheo began looking around for listeners, "drop the amelia thing okay? don't go starting things that i have to finish for you" he got up quickly and sternly. he had never really talked to draco like that before, meaning he's never called him out on his problem solving shit before, but then again, draco couldn't do anything about it anyways, since his dad was, well.... you know who, literally.

mattheo made his way out of the dinner hall, through a wave of voices a few eyes watching his fast pace to the door. he continued out to the hall, it seemed like a much longer walk to the astronomy tower than he had ever imagned.

he paced quickly, not hesitantly, not worried, not scared, but curious. his heart never really beat this fast outside of quittich, why did he have so much adrenaline?

eventually, after a long treck, he made it up the staircase to the astronomy tower. finally. that's when he saw a figure.

you.

you stood arms crossed looking out onto the sea, the moon reflecting into the water like a spotlight. he followed your silhouette, scared he might frighten you with sudden words.

you turn once you hear some noise, "you scared me" you sigh in relief with a laugh

"sorry I meant to speak before you turned" he replied almost sarcastically, he moved next to you, resting his arms on the railing like you were. "good dinner huh?"

you let out a laugh through your nose, "dinner was good" you nodded, "you wanted to talk to me about something?"

he licked his lips, realizing the whole reason he was up there. "don't get sappy it's nothing like that" he prefaced, head turning towards you but eyes staying on the water before looking up, "i just wanted to say thanks"

"thanks?" you asked, his eyes now looking into yours, "yeah" he nodded, "thank you for being normal around me" he blinked slowly

"why wouldn't I be normal around you" you shrugged

he pushed back a scoff, "come on" he leaned to the side, body fully facing yours, "you're best friends with harry potter, my dad is voldemort, professors like you, you're popular-"

"I am not popular" you laughed cutting him off

"a girl like you? come on now you can't play that" he laughed back, "girl like me?" you pursed your lips

"a pretty girl with a jerk boyfriend" his eyes moved back to the water, pretty girl. your heart did a skip, your mind did a rewind of his words. pretty girl? "every girl wants to be you" he continued, "every guy wants to date you, everyone wants to be your friend" your eyes moved to where his were, the water glistened as you reflected on your own life through mattheo's words, "you chose to talk to me and make me feel like your friend" he looked back at you, your cheeks warm.

"you are my friend" you smiled, he smiled back, a small smile again, realizing he was expressing himself he held it back a bit.

"i wish people would understand me like that" he cleared his throat, "i wish i could be just mattheo, not mr. riddle or voldemort's son- just mattheo."

"you know i think you and harry would get along" you admit with a shy laugh, "potter?" he laughed "right"

"im serious" you nudged his arm, "you both just want to be free from the name that people expect you to reflect" he turned to you as you explained, "give him a chance"

"would he give me one?" he leaned in closer to you, asking honestly.

you paused, you knew what you were saying made sense and it was all clear, but would anyone be able to see mattheo like you did? you stared at him for a moment, trying to take yourself out of your body and see him like the others did. it didn't work. all you saw was him, wide brown eyes, scarred face, curly hair, just him.

you shrugged as an answer, not wanting to give him false hope. you both knew what you were really thinking.

"will i see you in potions tomorrow?" you changed the subject, flipping your hair over your shoulder smoothly, he nodded, "you will" he replied with a smile.

you looked down for a second to your wrist and saw your watch's thin hands point to the left. FUCK. noah. you realized you had spent the rest of dinner and a few minutes after up here staring at the curly headed boy in the moonlight.

"fuck" you mumbled slapping your head with your hand

he turned to you quickly, "you okay?"

"yeah- no- listen i'm sorry i have to go" you scrambled your words watching as he watched you in confusion. "okay" he shrugged

"i'll see you tomorrow, thanks for um- this" you waved your hand as you ran towards the door to the hallway.

"anytime" he replied to himself, you were long gone. he was left to himself. quiet, thinking of a girl. he reached into his pocket and moved something around, thinking of a girl. looking back out to the stars and the sea, all he could think of was the girl.

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authors note:

HI GUYS!!! im so so sorry it took me so long to write this i promise chapter 4 will come out sooner this week i have finals and i had a FEVER last week and was dying lmaoo but i hope u guys liked this im so excited for u guys to see whats next!

part 2 of things he does that are just so him

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he never wipes off the lipgloss you leave on his lips after you kiss, he prefers when you just lick it off of his lips for him if he really wants it off.

one of his favorite things is when he's laying down on his back, head turned to the tv and you come sit on his lap and read your book while he watches tv. he loves to just hold you there by your hips and watch you focus so intensly.

he's always willing to share his drink, face wash if you're out of your own, but he does NOT play about his food, he lets you have one bite of his meal and that's it, especially if it's his favorite.

he likes when you ask for it, when you tell him exactly how you want him, where, and how much you want him. he literally falls into a trance when you start telling him, and he wastes no time furfiling your every request.

when going on vacation he will always leave room in his bag for your extra clothes that don't fit in yours. he also buys you any new bikini you want as long as you model it for him first.

since he's usually misunderstood by most and feared by many (because of his father) most of his conversation starters are about you, because when he talks about you, he can never run out of things to say.

you take turns scratching eachother's back before bed, but he always ends up being the one to do it for the rest of the night because during your turn you just fall asleep.

things he does that are just so him

sort of freaky edition heh -----

he absolutley adores SLOW kissing. any moment he's admiring you, you can tell by his eyes that he wants it, he'll grab your face and just kiss you so deeply and slowly, taking his time with you that it's impossible to pull away.

in big crowds he dosen't DARE ever leave you, he will always have either his hand in yours or both hands around your waist, guiding you.

anytime he can get the chance he WILL be putting his fingers in your mouth. and everytime he does, he just closes his eyes and tries not to make a sound.

he's very big on mock sympathy. anytime you're expressing dumb frustration over something small or stupid he'll hold your chin up with his finger and say something like, "oh yeah? aw baby, i'm so sorry" in the hottest mocking tone ever. (he's not mean about it, you both know you're frustrated over something dumb)

he curses your name under his breath everytime you kiss his neck, "fuck,___" is something that never fails to leave his mouth.

he loves it when you play with his hair. sometimes, while you're watching tv, he'll lay down in between your legs and let you play with his curls. he secretly finds it funny when you give him a bunch of tiny braids but he tries not to laugh just so you don't do it again, but that never works anyways.

hey guys! i updated chapter 2 and posted it just now! heh i hope u guys like it! chapter 3 is gonna be so good ur not even ready....

@bluenailsedits

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pov: life with mattheo riddle as a couple living together- soft version

in the morning, you'll find him in the kitchen was early as 7am, no shirt, healed scars on his back visible through the faint morning light, cooking you your favorite breakfast (or trying too...he was never taught how to cook but wants to learn for you)

he loves your natural face so much but also resist you when you're all dolled up

when you're getting ready to go out, he will sit by your vanity and watch you do your makeup, he dosen't care how long it takes and dosen't even need his phone, he'll just bring a book, read and watch you.

of course, everytime he showers he invites you with him, most of the time it's not even anything sexual, he just wants you close to him, he wants to admire your beauty.

he'll hate it when you bring home your first stray dog/cat, which will attack him in the beginning until it eventually becomes his bestfriend, him and the pet are literally inseperable.. you almost feel left out when they're cuddling in bed after you get home.

he dosen't care if you go out with your friends or what you wear when you do, in fact, he will always encourage you to look your sexiest. the only thing he cares about is your saftey, he likes to know where you are and how you are almost every hour.

when you're on your period, he won't hesitate to go to the store to pickup whatever you want, even if you don't ask for it, he will just go buy you a ton of things; chips, icecream, soda, candy, pastries, sushi, you name it, and he'll let you choose from whichever you want.

when he's invited out with you to a get together or event, he feels awkward around the other people, it reminds him of struggling to make friends at Hogwarts because of who his dad is, but you're so inclusive and warm he can't help but feel more confident in his socialization.

at the end of an outing together, he'll take your shoes off for you at the door and carry you to bed, he'll even wipe of your makeup if you asked him too.

Chapter 2

---- playlist suggestions to listen too while reading ---

slow dancing in the dark - joji

no. 1 party anthem - arctic monkeys

sex, drugs, ect - beach weather

maroon - taylor swift

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!! before u read !! this story contains mentions of alcohol! im aware that u can't get super drunk off of like 3 shots but y/n is a lightweight okay??

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you both stood silently staring at each other for another couple of seconds which felt like they went in slow motion before he took his hands off of you, the sudden absence brought the chills back despite his warm sweater around your body.

"so.." he sighed, his hands retrieving to his pockets swiftly

"you wanna grab a drink?" you suggest excitedly to break the awakwardness, before he can reply you grab him by the wrist and lead him inside to the drink table where you grab 3 shots. "here," you hand him one, a clear liquid staring at him from the small plastic cup, "it's good don't worry" you reassure him.

"i've drank before" he rolls his eyes, "but not tonight," he hands it back to you, "i've got a game tomorrow" his fingers graze yours as he returns the plastic cup.

"more for me" you shrug, downing one, then the other straight after, before the third one runs down your throat, a warm sensation fills your stomach.

his eyebrows raise and a smirk draws across his face, "you like that stuff huh?" his voice is loud over the booming music

"it's the only good drink" you swallow an extra bit in your mouth, "i dont like it like it but it's not that bad" around you, people are dancing, drinking, smoking, some even talking so close they looked like they combined into one person.

"could've fooled me" he laughs at your response.

two hufflepuff and a group of ravenclaw boys suddenly appraoch you pacing quickly, some with their backs turned to you like they're busy in conflict.

"fucking fight me then!" the tall one shoves the black-haired ravenclaw "dude i'll beat you the hell up!" the other replies, his back bumping into you from the hard shove

mattheo quickly puts his hands on your waist and pulls you away, closer to him. you swallow. hard.

"fuck you almost knocked her over" he shouts at them throwing his hand up, they stare at him back for a second, debating to start with him too before remembering their own fight. "you okay?" he turns to you, hand still on your waist in protection. his face so attractivley concerened.

"uh-huh" you nod. you can't tell if its the drinks, the music, or being so close to mattheo with his hands on your waist that's making you go numb.

"wanna go back outside y/n?" he asks, your head gets a little lighter at the soft eye contact, "c'mon lets go" he glares back and forth at the fighting boys, trying to get you away from the commotion.

you both end up outside again, the same spot as earlier. now you're really starting to feel those drinks, especially because you've barley eaten today. to be fair, you only ate breakfast and brunch, basically oatmeal and a cookie. you stumble a bit, giggling to mask your intense dizziness as you try to keep yourself up.

"woah okay, okay" he laughs, grabbing you steadily by the arms

"i am oka-aaay" you slur loudly, with absolutley no reason to be shouting as all the noise is now behind you guys inside.

"okay!" he shouts back, "you want some water?" his mouth is now closer to your ear as you had stumbled into his shoulder, resting your head on his warm back

"nope" you huff, "hey mattheo" you pick your head back up, staring back into his eyes, or at least trying to, your vision is literally spinning. "how come you're so angry" your finger raises to the scar on his eyebrow, lightly grazing it.

he dosen't wince or flinch away, "angry?" he replies, looking down at your lips, back up at your wandering eyes. he can feel your cold finger over the bare spot in his eyebrow

"yeah" you nod, "i've never seen you smile in class....in the hallsss.....at the tables....at quittich..."

"yeah, yeah i get it" he intrrupts you with a sigh, "it's because i don't have anyone to smile at"

"you don't?" you furrow your brows, how could you not have thought of that? you thought of what it must have been like to be the son of the darkest most 'flinched at named' wizard. literally, he who must not be named's son.

"no" he shakes his head, "but now since i have someone watching me" he points his finger at your nose, "i'll smile at you sometime how about that?"

"you will?" you perk up, now realizing how close up he is, how he looks down into your eyes, "yeah" he smiles. "just once, in the great hall, when they serve chocolate chip cookies"

you nod slowly with a lazy smile, "okaaaaayy" you gave him a thumbs up and felt his hands place themselves on your shoulders again to steady your balance.

"what the fuck?" oh fuck. you knew exactly who that voice was. noah.

you spin to face him, your feet stumble, feeling mattheo's hands fall off of you in an instant. "what were you doing with my fucking girlfriend riddle?" he shouts, people's heads start turning. god your head is getting lighter and lighter by the second, it felt like all those drinks brought 5 friends each that were just now kicking in.

"nothing" mattheo replies defensivley, "look i was just making sure she was okay-" he was inturupted by you, noah gripping your wrist, "he was just...he was just helping me" you mumble through your attempt to get a full sentence out in one slow breath

"helping you?" his grip got tighter "yeah? you think having his hands all over you is 'helping you'?" he pulled you toward him a little, mattheo noticed you trying to shake off noah's grip on you. "are you that goddamn dumb y/n? he wants to fuck you"

"don't fucking call her that" he snaps, stepping closer to noah, not even making eye contact with you through his anger.

"are you telling me what to do with my girlfriend who you were just trying to hook up with?" he laughed, your vision went blurry so quickly all you could see were mattheo's eyes glancing towards yours, he noticed the gloss in them.

you blink slowly, feeling your arms and legs go numb. you've been drunk before off of way more drinks, but this? this was like your whole body was going to sleep and forgot to let you know.

you open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out, only slow blinks and your head slumping.

"y/n" he averted his attention to you, "are you okay?"

noah lets go of your wrist to shove him enough to make him stumble back just a bit, "you don't fucking talk to her" noah being the only thing keeping you up made you loose even more balance.

"can't you see she's not okay?" he yells back holding back the urge to shove him back ten times harder

"i said don't talk to her or i swear to god riddle you're fucking asking for it"

he ignores the threat "y/n" he shouted back at you, "tell me if you're okay"

the last thing you see before your vision goes completley black is noah's fist flying toward's mattheo's face. a loud crowd jeering and chanting. the boys yelling, grunting. you suddenly feel yourself fall like one of those dreams where you wake up from, but this time, your vision is just black.

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your eyes flutter, eyelashes filtering a ray of sun coming from your right side, smell... licorice...fresh sheets and....yep..hermionie. it smells like books and cinnamon.

voices started increasing in volume slowly, like waking up from a dream. "for merlin's sake ronald! will you just go get me another plate of crackers without eating them" you heard her sharp demand whisper to him as harry laughed quietly behind her, both leaning down looking at you.

you eyes opened slowly, "hey" she smiled softly, "are you okay?" hermionie reached her hand to brush some hair out of your face, "we're getting you some food"

"you were out cold" harry added, earning a shoulder nudge from hermionie.

"am i in..?" you began, slowly raising your head to look around

"yes" she nodded, "you're in my room" she saw the confused look on your face, how did she find you after a slytherin party?

"your boyfriend well... he started a fight and the party got caught by filch.." your memory was creeping in as she continued, but only a few bells were faintly ringing, "everyone ran and harry and i saw pansy running, trying to carry you down the hall, completely limp, she stopped and asked us to hide you somewhere before she kept running" the girl could rable, but it all made sense.

you remembered someone's cold hands dragging you, you remember the smell of the smoke, but what you remember the most was seeing noah's fist going for mattheo's face.

your heart sank, wondering if mattheo was hurt, because of you. or, of course, if noah was hurt... of course.

hermionie placed her cold hands over your forehead as harry laughed at her gesture, "she's hungover, not fatally ill hermionie" he snickered

"you never know" she frowned, "you should probably get ready for lunch though" crossing her arms, ron handed you a plate of plain crackers.

you pressed your fingers into your eyebrows, realizing you had slept though two of your classes AND breakfast. and it was going to be pancakes today. fucking great.

you eventually got out of that warm bed and slipped on your uniform, wiping off old makeup from last night. you'd never really not worn any makeup to classes, sometimes you would just wear mascara and concealer, but today, you were way too lazy to even touch your tired face.

you made your way down to the great hall with a few others who were on their way to lunch which had barley started. you could already smell the food, your stomach growled with anticipation.

inside, you found your way to your friends, sitting in between harry and ron, with hermionie and luna facing you. "feeling better?" luna asked softly, almost whispering

"we heard that party was mad" fred chimed in from the side, "yeah" george added "don't worry, you didn't get so bad, we've been seeing people vomit all morning" he laughed

"not me thank god" you rub the side of your neck, "listen, did any of you hear any details about the fight between noah and..?"

"and his..son?" harry asked

"yeah" you nodded, "riddle"

hermionie cringed a bit at the name, "well" she began, swallowing a few words, "i heard that...he got a bit..messed up, but noah got it much worse"

"he did?" you sat up, "how bad?"

she widened her eyes and looked ahead, pointing with her head while clearing her throat to the table behind you. your neck turned slowly, as casually as possible.

thats when you saw him. riddle.

his eyes were avoidant and he looked like his normal, intimidating, angry-eyebrowed self. but his lip had a bold bloody cut and a scar along his nose where blood had already dried and scarred over. you tried not to let your eyes linger too long, but before you could realize how long you were staring, his eyes moved to yours, catching them perfectly.

he blinked hard and you quickly whipped your head around to look away. fuck. had noah really done that to him? over me? and had riddle defended me? now you really wanted to know what noah looked like, was his eye completely black? how much worse could those injuries really get?

you looked back over to hermionie and luna to say something before both of their eyes widened behind you, hermionie's mouth parted open momentarily. "y/n" his voice said. noah.

you turned around, and holy fuck.

his eye was in fact, completely black, his nose looked inflamed, like it had been broken. and oh. my. god. he was missing a back tooth. you could faintly see it, but you knew it was gone by the way his mouth was slightly bruised. so he really was worse.

"noah" you put your hand over your mouth, it was impossible to hide this shock, "are you okay??"

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author's note;

hey guys! ik this was a short chapter but i did wanna get it out by tonight and im pretty sleepy and i have some good stuff coming up lol so just wait and see! i hope you guys liked it remember to leave suggestions or anything lol!

Chapter 1

--- reading playlist recommendation ---

reflections - the neighbourhood

sad girl - lana del rey

maroon - taylor swift

softcore - the neighbourhood

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after a long day of endless classes, pointless papers and forced conversations with classmates, you decided to spend tthe rest of your afternoon quietly in the library.

this week has been rough to say the least, on top of school and finals coming up, your boyfriend, noah, has been ignoring you all week. but what's new?

you argue about the smallest things and then two weeks later he pretends like nothing happened, then, when you bring up your seldom-discussed issues, he explodes and you get into an argument all over again.

and everyone knows when you guys argue because; he's popular, he's the slytherin captian of the quittich team and truly sharp as a circle but somehow snape always passes him.

you found a seat in the dimly candlelit library and set down your book bag on one of the chairs next to you, pulling out the book you're reading right now about a girl who was chosen to marry this prince, but really, she wants to escape and marry the town stable boy.

it's cheesy, you know, but it takes your mind off of your mess of a life.

"you should bathe, wash your hair" a voice said in front of you, lifting your eyes from the book, startled, you know exactly who he is from first glance.

the dark curls, loose tie, mattheo riddle, son of he who must not be named. "excuse me?" you repy defensivley

"the book" he points at your hands, "its a reference, what chapter are you on anyway if you don't know that?" his eyes glared donw further into yours, you can almost feel them scanning you.

"four" you reply hesitantly

"you've been reading that for two weeks now" he laughs quietly

"i'm a slow reader" you admit, shutting the book in your hand to conceal how barley far you've gotten, "wait a second how do you know i've been reading this?" your back tenses up a bit at his strange response, can he read minds? is that a riddle thing?

"i've noticed you" he pulled the chair in front of you and sat down, uninvited but not exactly unwelcome, "i'm not like a stalker or anything" he leaned forward, "people here already think i'm weird enough without you telling them i'm stalking the captian of the quittich team's girlfriend" his eyes reflect the candlelight, there was something cold beneath the slight blaze of the candle flame.

"you know who i am?" you placed the book on the table and brushed a hair from your face behind your ear, "you're not convincing me that you're not a stalker mr. riddle"

"sure i do" he began, "you write your notes at the pace of a tortise-"

"i like it neat." you frowned, he shyly smiled at your reply

"you never wear your hair fully down, you hike up your skirt which you pull down before your boyfriend sees it above knee length." you didn't know how to feel about the fact that he knew that.

"you like pink things, you always manage to nearly spill your tea in the morning" you watched him list all of these traits about yourself that you yourself didn't even realize you had, worse, things you've never even heard your boyfriend say.

he listed your traits with ease, you watched his face, eyes moving around the room before meeting yours, realizing what he was doing, he cleared his throat, "i don't know though, you're quite unpredictable, mrs. y/n rosier" his jaw flexes as the mention of your boyfriend's last name

"we're not married" you huff, you felt weird getting so defensive about not being married to him.

"he acts like it" he scoffed, his profile scanning the library before leaning in closer sitting back, "how's his head?"

you sat up straight, realizing who you were talking to, "you were the one who punched him!" you shouted through a whisper, noah refused to tell you who did it, something in your stomach jumped at the way he smirked when you accused him, "why would you do that!?" you replied to yourself in sudden defense of noah, who you only just remembered was your boyfriend.

"he was being an asshole" he scoffed again, a kind of annoying habit he seemed to have. he began to picture exactly what he had heard and seen in the locker room after the match, then flashed to an image of noah's bloody nose dripping down his jersey.

a smirk wiped across his face

"dosen't mean you can just hit someone" you frowned, "trust me, i know how noah gets, sometimes god i wanna hit him- but you can't just be agressive, that's exactly why people think what they think about you" his eyes stared back into yours, he seemed closer than he was two seconds ago.

"i could never change what they think about me if i wanted too" he replied, something about that sentence pierced you, you never imagined what it must have been like to be so quickly judged.

suddenly, you pulled yourself from his trance and back to your reality.

you sighed, glancing down and back up at him, "if noah catches me talking to you i-" you cut yourself off at the raise of his eyebrow, not wanting to give him anymore information about your realashionship problems, "i don't know you, riddle."

"where are you going?" he asked as if you had planned to sit and have tea with him for another hour

"if noah catches me talking to you i-" you cut yourself off at the raise of his eyebrow, not wanting to give him anymore information, "i don't know you, riddle."

"you know my name" he lifted his head to your now standing figure, "i know yours, y/l/n" he stood up, leaned closer and you could smell a mix of leather, vanilla and ciggarete from him. "i'd argue that's a good start"

you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore how close he was to your face, "i gotta go" you tossed your bag over your shoulder, you made your way past him.

he pushed down a strange needy pull to grab you by your arm and turn you back to him, close, face to face and tell you what he wanted to say, knowing that would get him into even more touble then he would be in if you told your boyfriend about this interaction.

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later that afternoon back in your common room.....

"you what?" noah furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms as his tall figure hooverd over you, lingering scent of frustration laced his voice. "why y/n?" his voice raised, making you feel small, "why even interact with him? you know who he is." he suggested as if riddle was a dangerous animal not to be touched.

"noah-" you took your head out of your hands where it had beeen hiding, hair falling off your shoulders down to your back, "please just listen-"

"no y/n" he snapped angrily, cutting you off, "out of all the guys to hit on you, it had to be him and you had to give him your attention" he ran through his messy hair with his hands, like a stressed out professor.

"i didn't give him my attention" you scoffed like riddle, "i was telling him not to get into pointless arguments with you-"

"you don't need to defend me i can fight my own battles." he sighed heavily, sitting down allowed the light to catch his black eye even heavier, wow it was kinda really inflamed. "so" he licked his lips, looking downwards, "we good?"

you nodded quietly, his eyes met yours demanding a reply, "yeah" you swallowed, "good"

"good babe- so we're still going to that party together tonight, right?" a lump in your throat formed when he said that, you had totally forgotten you two were going to some slytherin party.

"mhm I just uh" you huffed, acting like you just had one more thing to prepare, when in reality- you didn't even know how you were going to do your hair "i need to do my makeup"

your boyfriend nodded as you walked to the bathroom shutting the door behind your, your reflection was frazzled, not a good testimony to your lie.

you hastily got ready, putting on your makeup and curling your hair quickly (which was like a specialty of yours). sifting through your clothes you pulled out a tiny black dress with a low neckline and long sleeves, it hugged your figure perfectly. you slipped on some low black heels and put a sliver initial necklace on.

a shiny N in a heart dangled over your chest.

your boyfriend looked you up and down, you couldn't quite tell what his expression was, apathetic? uninterested? dislike? or worst of all, did he like the way you looked so much he wanted to hide you away from the party?

"you look..." he began, leaning back into your chair, "different." you scrunched your nose in a bit of confusion, different? he noticed, "i mean you just look like you're not wearing as much clothes, i could make that dress from the hood of your robe" ah, there he is.

you ignored his commentary and grabbed your purse, stuffing in a lipgloss and an advil (you never know with a night with noah).

as you both made your way to the party, noah's word's about your dress went in one ear and out the other, he randomly would pull your dress down, make some comment about it and then complain some more about how you're gonna 'get cold'.

finally, the east wing, where bigger-medium parties were hosted.

a slight breeze hit you, next to the smell of alcohol, leather and cold air.it had an outside portion on the balcony and inside where everyone mainly stayed. immediantly, pansy let you in, giving noah a glare.

you and here were pretty close so she didn't approve of him much, if any at all. these parties were for real. like, the lights, all green. the drinks, everywhere. the couples, well they were just acting like no one was looking, and it hadn't even been 30 minutes in.

you followed noah through the crowd to a couch close enough to the balcony to feel it's cold breeze. "hey" he turned to you as you sat down in his arms next to him, "babe um, the boys wanted me to go have a couple of drinks with them is that cool?" his eyes turned down to yours, moving his arm from behind you as if you had already said yes.

"but we just sat down" you protested, it seemed like he just didn't want to be near you right now, his whole demeanor was awfully distant and irritating.

"they asked me though" he pointed towards his friends already on their way to the drinks table. "i promised them, you understand right babe?" he got up and kissed your hair before practically galloping to his friends.

"you promised me.." you mutter under your breath, shifting your focus to fidgeting with you rings. you look up, no one you know. great. you decided to get up and head to the further end of the balcony.

it was dark out, the moonlight was bright enough to cast a natural light perfectly lighting the sea and reflecting on your skin.

you found an empty spot, no one seemed to notice you. you leaned your arms onto the railing, looking out onto the forest, the sea. chills sprinkled like snow all over your skin.

"noah here?" said a familiar voice next to you, you turned, him. he looked so different, but the same. his eyes glistened the moonlight, his curls hung over his eyebrows.

but something new caught your eye, a scar across the bridge of his nose. "what happened to your nose?" you reached out to touch it, he shifted his head away, turning to his side.

"nothing" he shurgged, "what happened to your boyfriend?"

"can we not?" you winced, "can we not talk about him?" you bit the side of your cheek and looked back out onto the sea, "i just need to forget he exists right now"

from the corner of your eye you see something red in his pocket, cigarettes. "can i get one?" you ask pointing to his pocket

he looks down, "a ciggarete?"

"yeah" you nod

"you smoked before?" he takes it out of his pocket and holds in tightly in his hand

"well.. no but i just feel like i need one right now y'know?" his face didn't look convinced, "just- please?"

"no" he shakes his head with a smirk, "no i'm not going to let your first time smoking be because of me"

"but i bet you're gonna smoke huh?" you crossed your arms now fully facing him. "no i did already" he replied stepping closer.

"when like this morning?" you joked

he shrugged again, "like two minutes ago" his head tilted a bit, you could see his expressions so clearly even though the only light was from the moon.

"that was quick" you laughed quietly

"i put it out before i came here" he licked his lips, now leaning his arms onto the railing, looking out like you were. "why?" you turned closer to him, "because" he began, now looking into your eyes, "don't want that stuff around you"

"me?" you blinked, "why me?"

"dunno" he sighed, his eyes shifted back to the view while your hands moved to your arms, warming yourself up. he turned, "you cold?"

"mm-m" you shook your head

"you just get chills like that?" he pointed at your freezing skin, "yeah" you replied trying not to let your teeth chatter, "i just get chills when i feel-" you began but paused as you watched him take his sweater off, leaving him in a black t-shirt. "what are you doing?" you asked, eyes moving to his biceps, holy fucking shit.

he was perfect. and he wasn't even trying.

"what do you think?" he put it around your shoulders, instantly his smell hitting you before the warmth did. it felt homey and safe, like he was real and this wasn't a dream. "better?" he asked, hands still on your shoulders, you could feel the warmth of them through the sweater.

"yeah" you hesitated your words, not knowing how to form them for a second, "thank you"

you both locked eyes, you had never been this close to him before, you don't even think you've been touched by him before. you just stared. for a second everything paused, you wished that every moment was as quiet as this.

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