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He wouldn’t have been sitting so close to James if they were both sober.

No, it would’ve been too forward. Too suggestive. Too dangerous.

Yet now they sat, squished into the same armchair, the older boy’s arm draped lightly over Regulus’s shoulders, the heat from James’s body making Regulus both keyed-up and relaxed, his hips tipped in the other boy’s direction.

They both stared blearily out at the room, watching the last dregs of the party clear out one-by-one.

“Eurgh,” Regulus groaned disgustedly, tilting his head toward a couch where Sirius and Remus were laying together, Remus pressing sweet kisses over a niggling Sirius’s face.

James laughed. “Better than those two,” he murmured, swatting a hand lazily towards Evan and Barty, who were tangled up together in a corner, snogging so passionately Regulus was shocked they were both fully clothed.

In response, Regulus made a gagging noise.

“Dunno, though,” the older boy said thoughtfully, as if he was continuing a conversation he’d started in his head. “The way people kiss…it says a lot about them, no?”

Regulus frowned, confused. “Wh’do you mean?” he asked, slurring only a little. 

“Those two…they’re sweet. They care. They’re comfortable,” James whispered, eyes directed toward Sirius and Remus. “But those two…they’re less confident. They want. But they’re not sure they can have it.” He nodded towards Evan and Barty.

Regulus’s stomach flip-flopped a bit at the very intelligent summary. Then, he asked before he could think better of it. Stupid bloody alcohol lowering his inhibitions or whatever. “How do you, kiss, Potter?” he murmured, eyes flitting to lock with deep hazel.

James’s own eyes smouldered, suddenly burning deep. “If it was you?” 

Regulus bit his lip, breath catching, barely jerking his head into a nod. Gods, what was he doing?

“I’d kiss you like you were mine. So you never questioned it,” the Gryffindor answered, causing the hair to boil over and hiss.

Regulus licked his lips, no longer registering that they were in a room with other people. 

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SUMMARY　::　Where Y/N do the TikTok trend 'my current boyfriend' with Matt just to see his reaction.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

"You ready?" Matt asked, stretching his fingers before adjusting his grip on the phone, looking at her.

Y/N was curled up in Chris’s usual chair, criss-cross-applesauce with one of Matt’s oversized hoodies swallowing her whole. Matt sat beside her, knees brushing, phone held out in front of them with one hand, thumb hovering above the record button in the TikTok app.

Y/N nodded, trying to keep her expression neutral.

"Yeah."

Matt pressed the button, the red dot appearing on the screen. They both looked at the front camera, faces aligned side by side.

"Okay." Y/N began sweetly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Hey guys, I’m here today with my current boyfriend-"

She didn’t even get to the second half of the sentence.

Matt’s entire expression shifted.

First confusion. His eyebrows twitched together.

Then outrage. His head snapped toward her, his mouth parted in offense, and his whole posture shifted like she’d just said the most disrespectful thing ever.

Y/N paused, eyes flickering to the screen of Matt’s phone to catch the way his eyebrows were now sitting dangerously high.

"What is it?" She asked innocently, turning her head just slightly toward him.

"Current boyfriend?!" Matt repeated, voice high-pitched and dramatic. He leaned back slightly, his phone trembling with his movement, neck craning like he needed to reprocess what he’d just heard.

Y/N fought back the urge to laugh. Her lips pressed together tightly, her eyes glinting with amusement as she leaned in just a little, still facing the phone.

"You’re my current boyfriend, no?"

Matt let out a short, breathy laugh of disbelief, shaking his head with a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, you’re starting to piss me off already."

Y/N blinked, mouth agape in the most offended and exaggerated 'what did I do?' face, her eyes wide.

"What? Am I wrong? Aren’t you my current boyfriend?"

Matt didn’t even answer that. He just nodded toward the phone with a deadpan expression, chin lifting slightly.

"Go on. Keep talking."

"No, wait-" Y/N shifted in her seat to face him properly, the hoodie rustling against her legs, bunching up as she moved. Her knees bumped his and stayed there. "What’s the problem?"

Matt gave her an 'are you serious right now?' look. He rolled his eyes, switching the phone from his hand and placing it carefully against his computer black screen so it stayed upright and still recording before turning to her again.

"Current is for the moment. I’m not your current boyfriend, I’m your first and only. I’m not current."

Y/N bit her bottom lip, trying her hardest not to burst into laughter. Her hands were now tucked between her thighs as she tilted her head, giving him the sweetest, most innocent look imaginable.

"You’re my current boyfriend. The boyfriend I’m currently with."

Matt’s jaw dropped, his hands flying into a full-arm cross over his chest as he sat back, eyebrows practically touching his hairline.

"No. You know what? Fuck you. You’ve always been with me. 'Current' my ass. What the fuck?"

Y/N couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her this time. Just a little one. A breath of amusement through her nose, her cheeks puffed from holding it in.

"But babe..." She tried again, voice teetering between teasing and innocent. "Aren’t you my current boyfriend?"

"You’re shitting with me right now. This isn't real." He uncrossed his arms and slung one around the back of her chair with a dramatic sigh. His hand grazed her hair as he leaned in like he was about to give her a lecture.

"No, wait, baby-" Y/N started again, already giggling softly.

"Finish the video." Matt grumbled, his voice deeper with anger.

She tilted her head.

"But that wasn’t the video-"

Matt narrowed his eyes, glancing from the phone to her.

"It’s annoying me, so finish it like that. 'Current' is bullshit. What the fuck is current?"

Y/N’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile.

"What’s the problem? I genuinely don’t understand what the problem is-"

Matt groaned.

"Who's the past then? Who's the future? I am!" He practically shouted, pointing at his own chest. "I am your past, present, and future!"

Y/N couldn’t take it anymore.

She lost it.

Her body folded forward with the force of her laughter, her hands flying to Matt’s thighs to stabilize herself as she laughed so hard her stomach started to ache, while Matt stared at her like she’d completely lost her mind.

He looked absolutely offended and betrayed and in love all at once.

"You’re actually insane." He muttered.

Y/N finally sat up straight, wiping a tear from under her eye, still giggling as she wrapped both arms around his neck, dragging him closer until their foreheads almost touched, hot breathes mixing between parted mouths, his grown beard caressing her lips.

"It was for a video, honey. It was a trend. I would never call you my current boyfriend."

Matt grumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like 'you’re annoying' as Y/N kissed his forehead, his skin warm under her lips from how worked up he’d gotten.

"You really got angry." She whispered, smiling even harder as she turned back to the phone. "He got angry!"

Matt groaned again, rolling his eyes as he tried to gently push her off, but she stayed clinging to him, pressing kisses to his cheeks, his nose, the corner of his mouth, adoring the feeling of his face hairs tickling her sensitive skin.

"I hate you." He murmured, though he didn’t make any real effort to stop her.

"No, you don’t." She said softly, peppering his face with kisses. "You love me. Say it."

Matt just stared at her, jaw clenched like he was trying to stay mad, but the second her lips met his, he melted. Just a little. Enough to let out a sigh and lean into her.

She pulled away, cupping his face with both hands, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones.

"You are my boyfriend of the past, the present, and the future."

Matt gave a single nod, his lips twitching into the softest smile ever as he leaned in and kissed her again, mumbling into her mouth.

"Good."

extra - comments:

"the way he said CURRENT? like his whole world just crumbled in 2 seconds LMAOOO"

"'I am your past, present, AND future', shakespeare could never ✋🏻"

"the way he went from confused to personally offended to philosopher in 10 seconds flat 😭"

"matt: 'go fuck yourself', Y/N: giggles 'you got angry' the balance in this relationship is unreal"

"you can see the exact moment his heart broke and his villain arc almost started"

"this man is fighting for his life over a word while Y/N is just trying not to lose it I’M SCREAMING"

"him placing the phone down LMAOOOO 😭"

"yall are the cutest ever pls never break up or I’ll sue"

"keep feeding us beard!matt content Y/N pls I beg you 😔🙏🏻"

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