lenka

i'd ship you with mattheo riddle! <3

you said you're super introverted and you seem kind of shy which is why i think you'd need someone who's overly confident like our boy mattheo

in my head he's like a dorky jockish class clown himbo type of guy, handsome high school boy archetype with some deeply rooted trauma that's for sure but let's focus on the nice stuff

i would imagine your relationship story would go like this...

he's bothered you since day one, not in a mean bully way, just constantly talking to you, asking you for homework, demanding your attention even though you weren't really friends, just some classmates

and you always brushed it off because you thought he was just being mean, making fun of you, since he was so popular and knew everyone and you liked to keep to yourself, why was he constantly talking to you?!?!

but finally he did something that showed you he was actually being genuine, despite his jockish attitude

maybe one day he sat next to you in the library while you were reading, did that yawning trick to put his arm around you (not subtle at all) and asked (in a voice way too loud for the library) "so when are we gonna go on that date?" and you just rolled your eyes and he seemed actually disappointed.

so one thing led to another and he actually got that date (good for him!)

you're kinda like snl's the couple you can't believe are together lol

i feel like he'd LOVE that more edgy side of you you mentioned, when you're more stubborn and protective

like he's yours and you have nothing to worry about but it's cute for him to see you frustrated at someone trying to flirt (or mess!) with him

you'd support that side of him that actually needs a lot of quiet and care and calmness

he'd introduce you to everyone and even if you're a bit awkward (we all are sometimes), he thinks it's cute

you mentioned holly jackson, i feel like he wouldn't love reading that much but oh he'd get so much into agggtm mystery and he'd want to know all about every chapter as you're reading.

you might just make him read the sequel himself....

so that's all, you guys are cute! quiet x loud for life!!!

charlie dalton

secret admirer by @augiewrites (i linked the first part but do read all of them, obviously)(it’s also on ao3!!) is so cute, especially the last chapter! i was sceptical because the secret admirer motif is so popular it’s hard to make it feel nice and not repetitive!! this one is so fun and in character

under the neon lights by the same author is also lovely !! date fluff

theodore nott

cute ficmas fic by @leona-hawthorne ♡ about reader baking cookies for theo

(hehe if you like cookie related topics you can also check out my theo x reader fic the tale of sugar cookies from over a year back. it’s not too perfect and definitely not my best but it’s cute at least)

these small dating hcs by @theosang3ls are really beautiful. short form well written fluff full of feelings is always the type of fiction that scratches my brain & heart so well. i need to read some more by her.

UGH SAME GOES FOR THIS ONE by @natmonroe <3 <3 <3 really really truly so good and pretty

regulus black

yapper gf x regulus by @ellecdc i love this dynamic 🌟🌟<3 read both parts too, they’re both really cute!

@crescenthistory is my absolute favourite writer for regulus !!! i need to read her fics for other charaters cause everything for regulus is sooooo good, especially professional meddlers, are you falling asleep on me, regulus x sunshine!reader hcs and on the tip of my tongue — so much love to this author, she writes him so perfectly! <3

(u all can also check out two regulus black fics i wrote recently! especially this one)

poe dameron

let me tell you I WANTED TO GO TO SLEEP EARLY last night but then i started reading cosmic by @ivystoryweaver and i couldn’t stop until i finished what was already posted! it’s ongoing (i hope? i think. i need more!!!!) and i loved it soooo much, the idea is so fun and creative but most importantly it’s SO well written it’s crazy. i thought the author was a published writer or something

spencer reid

literally every single one of @nereidprinc3ss’ fics is so so so good! smut or not smut but smut on her account is insanely good and intimate and with magical dialogues!!! i love. here’s the masterlist

when he wakes up, you're still asleep, crumbled half on him, half next to him. he sits up a bit, looking down at you. you look peaceful, even with a few hair strands stuck to your forehead and a crumpled pillow imprinted on your cheek.

he sighs gently, hesitating between waking waking you up or letting you have some more of the much needed sleep. saturday mornings are beautiful when it's so quiet, but in the last weeks and months he, to his own surprise, found himself appreciating them more when filled with your chatter and laughter and lips on his shoulders and face.

that's why he rubs your arm, naively thinking this is just what it takes. rubbing turns into gentle shaking and a few wake ups are said before you hum and frown, slowly coming back to reality.

"what?" you ask in a yawn, in a tone indicating offence, your eyelids half up as you realise what's happening around you. you fix your position to lay more comfortably. then you close your eyes again, planning to get back to your sweet dreams.

"no, don’t—" he gently pats your cheek to keep you awake, a small smirk, almost a chuckle playing on his features.

"give me some time to wake up." you say, it but your voice is already drifting away. he pokes your cheek, keeping his grin when you groan with frustration.

"reggie, i’m your girlfriend, you’re supposed to lay here and admire me! not wake me up like a cruel man."

"i’ve been laying here this whole night, do you want me to admire you all day too?"

"you could." you hum dreamily and smile. "besides, you’ve been sleeping here this whole night, not admiring me. now you should let me sleep and let yourself stare lovingly."

he breathes out a laughter. "are you implying i wasn’t admiring you while i was asleep?"

"how can you admire me in your sleep?"

"by dreaming about you?"

"you did not dream about me." you laugh.

"and how do you know that?"

"what was i doing in your dream?"

he pauses. "you don’t want to hear that." he grins but the slight awkwardness is clear on his face. you furrow your brows. "what does that mean?"

"it means i refuse to tell you."

you turn to your stomach, leaning your head on your hands. "why?"

"because you’re a sensitive flower and what i was dreaming about was anything but sweet and innocent. you’d blush too much." it's ironic with the blush creeping on his own face.

"you’re funny." you roll your eyes but understanding what he means, you do get a little shy. there's a quiet moment until you notice he's closed his eyes.

"now you’re going back to sleep?" to say you sound offended is an understatement. "after you woke me up so cruelly?"

he doesn’t open his eyes, but smiles, holding in a chuckle.

you shake your head in disapproval. "you got too comfortable with me." you smile, roll your eyes and get up from the bed, supporting yourself on his body.

the boy opens his eyes. "where are you going?"

you stand in front of the closet. 'it’s cold, aren’t you cold?"

"i wasn’t until you got up. now i am." he watches you closely, now actually noticing the cold of the air around him, since his personal heat source is gone.

"you got so talkative recently." you tease, picking up a jumper of his to put it on. he scoffs and sits up, his hair falling in his face. "maybe you’re rubbing off on me." he picks up a book from the bedside table but it quickly gets put back down by you, when you sit down on his lap.

"is that good or bad?"

he gently wraps his arms around your body "i don't know, you tell me."

the words are lighthearted but there is some uncertainty in his mind. you are rubbing off on him, shockingly quickly so. it's new and it's scary, it's easy to admit that in his head. but it feels natural, easy, strangely normal to be like this around you.

“you’re really tired.” almost impressed, you put down the magazine you were just reading to crawl closer to the boy who just laid down next to you. he closed his eyes with a small sigh, but no words. you grab his cold hand and with your other arm you reach to get his hair out of his face. you look at him, try to notice any signs of discomfort.

“mm, i didn’t sleep too well last night” regulus keeps his eyes closed, slowly intertwining your fingers with a soft hum.

“yeah?” you murmur, getting more quiet to accommodate the sleepy boy. “was everything okay? because you could’ve told me, i could–“

you get worried about him, sometimes. actually, almost always, definitely more than you’d like to admit, even as a self proclaimed open book.

what if he got nightmares? what if some tragic memory caused by the scary family you barely know anything about came back to him in the middle of the night? the boy doesn’t express it too often but there are things trying to haunt him, you know it. you don’t care if they’re just thoughts, you don’t care that in hogwarts he’s okay and he says he can manage his family business later.

the realness of the situation doesn’t matter to you as long as his feelings are real.

he shakes his head gently, opening his eyes now. he looks at you sleepily, his eyes tracing your features, from your lips to your cheeks to your eyes, before gently squeezing your hand. “it was fine, i just couldn’t sleep”

you ever so slightly breathe out, you don’t think he notices, and you nod.

“are you fine?” it fills your chest and face with some warmth, the fact that he notices and asks. you smile and not again with a hum. you lay your head on his stomach and try to let yourself rest.

but what if his smile is just trying to reassure you? what if he doesn’t feel good at all? you can’t have him forced to deal with his feelings by himself, what if he’s just scared to ask? your breath gets more shallow just thinking of that.

“you’ll tell me if you’re ever not fine though?” you can’t help the words coming out of your mouth.

“i will, i’m fine”, said more firmly.

he’s not cold, doesn’t seem like that to you, but what if he wants to be? what if the intention behind the firmness of his voice was to make you leave him be? he deserves to be left be, you think. you try to focus on his hand still affectionately playing with yours, but you just have to let him know.

“i’m sorry.”

“don’t be. there’s no reason.”

“well, i’m sorry for being sorry.” you chuckle but you’re still uncertain, the joke is somewhat an actual apology.

he closes his eyes again and before your thoughts begin to spiral and mess up like the messy sheets beneath you…

“i still like you.” it’s said with a small smile, you both know your worry is silly, but he’s sincere in the reassurance.