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Mattheo and Y/n through the years

also this is a Y/n Potter x Mattheo Riddle type story

this is purely j bc i can’t think of anything else to write

also, i am so not ready for school to start so like sum1 kill me b4 august 8th

that was a lil jokey joke no one start hating on me ok i’m depressed and suicidal so don’t start w the disrespectful thing <3

anyways, i hope u enjoy

Year One

“Your name’s Mattheo Riddle? Like, your last name is Riddle?” Y/n asked, completely shocked. “And you like going around school telling people that?”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re so funny.”

She shrugged. “I get it from my nonexistent parents.”

“Okay, orphan girl, let’s see you pass this test.”

“Okay, Riddle-Me-This, I’ll kick your ass at it.”

“Sure you will.”

Year Two

“Your last name is Riddle… isn’t it?” Y/n asked, looking around the Chamber of Secrets.

“It’s not what you think.” Mattheo said quickly.

She eyed the man behind him. “That’s Tom Marvelo Riddle… and you’re- you’re Mattheo Marvelo Riddle. So what is he?”

“I am Tom Marvelo Riddle.” Tom said irritably. “Voldemort is my past, present, and future.”

She eyed him. “You’re definitely attractive, Tom, but this weird voodoo shit is the type of witchcraft I am not studying.”

He rolled his eyes. “Son, kill her.”

“See? You heard that, Mattheo? Daddy Tom just called you son! You can’t tell me it’s not what I think now.” Y/n said angrily.

Mattheo gave her a pleasing look. “I’m telling you it’s not what it looks like.”

“But it is.” Tom said.

Y/n looked at him. “We’re having a conversation, and for some really old guy who wants, like, immortality or something, you’re not that wise. Like, clearly you’re being rude.”

“I don’t care! Son, kill her!” Tom yelled.

Mattheo turned to Tom. “I won’t. She can be resourceful to us. She’s Y/n Potter. Please, father. We’re friends. She’s a Slytherin. She speaks Parceltongue.”

Tom looked at Y/n suspiciously. “Speak then, girl.”

“What the bloody hell do I look like to you? Your servant?” Y/n asked irritably. “I did not just ruin Daphne Green Ass’s life and become queen bee of Slytherin for you to tell me what to do! I own this school now, got it? I am not gonna listen to some weird hologram type thing when you’re not even actually alive looking like that!”

Mattheo gave her a look. “Shut it.” He hissed.

She crossed her arms. “You’re such a good friend, Mattheo. Honestly. Telling me to shut it and begging your father not to have you kill me. And I thought Hogwarts was terrifying for a moment.” She said sarcastically.

Tom groaned. “You’re both fools!”

“Stop talking like that!” Y/n yelled. “You sound dumb and annoying! Talk like we do because I swear this whole Stone Age vocabulary is really starting to piss me off!”

“Hey, Tom!” Harry yelled, kneeling over Tom Riddle’s diary with a basilisk fang. “Get a load of this.”

Tom reached out. “No!”

But it was too late, Harry had already stabbed the diary and made Tom stumble.

Y/n smacked Mattheo. “You blithering idiot! How could you bring me down here?!”

“You wanted to save Harry!”

“Oh, so now saving Harry means almost dying with him?!” She snapped. “I’ll remember that one.”

“Oh, shut up!” He shot back.

Year Three

“Don’t try to kill me this year, huh, Mattheo.” Y/n joked as they sat at their usual table on the train.

He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t mean to.”

Draco sat beside them. “What’re you two going on about this time?”

“Mattheo almost killed me last year.” Y/n said brightly.

Draco looked at Mattheo. “She’s still not over it?”

“I could’ve died! Hello? Does you not see the problem with that?!” She yelled irritably.

“You weren’t going to die!” Mattheo yelled. “I wouldn’t have killed you and he couldn’t do it!”

She scowled at him. “Let me have my moment, Riddle-Me-This.”

Year Four

“Is that-“ Y/n started, grabbing onto Mattheo’s hand absentmindedly.

He squeezed hers. “Cedric Diggory.”

She covered her face in his shoulder. “That would’ve been me in the Chamber of Secrets. Why couldn’t it have been me?!”

“You’re so dramatic.” Mattheo said, rolling his eyes but still holding onto her tightly as he watched Mr. Digorry run down to where Harry was crying over Cedric’s body.

Year Five

“I swear that dwarf looking flamingo is getting on my last bloody nerves.” Y/n muttered.

Mattheo snorted, looking over at her. “I think you’re handling it all just fine.”

“Look at my hand!” She shrieked, showing Mattheo her hand that had three sentences cut into it with dried blood around it.

His eyes widened. “She did that to you?!”

“She gave me a pen to do it so I technically did it to myself.” Y/n corrected, her eyes watering. “It still burns.”

Mattheo rushed out of the common room and to Professor Umbridge’s office, barging in. “You can’t hurt her! I won’t allow it!”

“What was that, dear?” She asked innocently.

“Y/n. If she still has those cuts on her by tomorrow I’ll be letting my father know.” He said angrily.

She looked at him. “She was being disrespectful.”

“I don’t care what she was being. You better understand who’s higher authority in this, or you’ll end up dead on the street like the Mudbloods.”

She nodded slowly. “I’ll keep that in mind, dear.”

Mattheo hurried out and back to Y/n, holding onto her hand gently and looking at it. “I’ll have to find her little toy so she’ll have to find another way of punishing students, but I want you to know she’s not going to do this to you anymore. She won’t cause any harm to you as long as I’m here.”

Y/n smiled at him. “You’ve got more balls than I think you do.”

“Wanna test that theory?” He asked with a grin.

Year Six

Mattheo looked up at Lilith, who was pacing around his dorm. “You can sit down you know.”

“Shut it.” She hissed before going back to muttering to herself.

He got up from his bed and stopped her by putting both hands out onto her shoulder. “Stressing isn’t going to make this go away.”

“You’re in deep shit, Mattheo.”

“I know, love, but I’ll figure it out.”

“No. I can do it. I can kill him for you. I have reasons to and that way you can remain safe. You and Draco will be fine.”

“You’ll be killing someone, Y/n. I won’t let you do it.”

“I won’t let you follow in your fathers footsteps, Mattheo. I’m doing this and you can change my mind.”

He sighed. “Look, I know it’s scary, I know it’s risky, but I know I can do this.”

She paused then looked up at him. “And that’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”

Year Seven

Y/n hurried over to Mattheo. “He’s back.”

“What?!” He asked groggily, looking up at his fiancé through squinted eyes.

She looked at him. “Your father’s back, love. He wants you downstairs with the rest of us.”

“I’ll be down in a second.”

She pulled him off the bed. “You’ll be down there now. Let’s go.”

He stood up on wobbly legs and walked as quickly as possible behind Y/n. “Why’re we doing this so late?”

“They found my brother.” She whispered, her voice breaking. She cleared her throat and blinked back the tears she was holding before walking into the dining room where all the Death Eaters were.

“Mattheo, my son.” Voldemort said with a small smile. “And his fiancé, Y/n Potter. Lovely to see the both of you. Come sit, come sit.” They sat down on either side of him. “How’s the baby making coming along? I need a promise there will be another heir in case things go wrong.”

“Father, nothing will go wrong.” Mattheo lied.

Y/n looked at her soon to be father in law. “We have full confidence that this will be successful.”

“And you’re alright with me killing your brother?” Voldemort asked suspiciously.

Y/n sat up straighter. “He was a cruel person. I think you’d be doing everyone a favor.”

“The students at Hogwarts don’t think so.” Lucius cut in.

Y/n looked at him. “They don’t know him the way I do. Don’t forget,” she said, looking around, “i’ve spent more time with him than anyone else. Albus Dumbledore left us on the porch of our aunt and uncle for thirteen years.”

“He left you there for fourteen.” Lucius said.

She looked at him. “And that year away he sent me letters about almost everything.”

“But you didn’t find out about me until the next year?” Voldemort asked.

She nodded. “Exactly. Mattheo told me, actually- well he gave me a book about the history and all that.”

Mattheo chewed the inside of his cheek. “Why are we here, father? It’s the middle of the night.”

“We’ve heard of where Harry Potter might go. I have already sent Nagini on her way… If anyone hears anything or sees anything, let me know. The meeting is over now, everyone but the Malfoy’s, Y/n, Mattheo, and Severus can go.” Voldemort said, looking along the table with a smile showing off his ugly top teeth.

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i am still writing the ending to this story so please be patient with me. everything will be published all together because i absolutely hate posting bit by bit so definitely stay tuned for updates on this story.

Y/n walked down the halls to find her best friend, getting the overwhelming feeling she’d be stuck walking into class alone, when she finally bumped into someone she knew. “Oh, great.” She mumbled irritably.

He turned around with a grin. “Well, hello, y/n.”

She rolled her eyes at his cocky grin. “Where’s your brother?”

The question just made his grin grow wider, making your patience even thinner. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teased.

She let her eyes wander around the halls to avoid eye contact when her eyes landed on him, sighing in relief, she pushed past his brother and hurried off to Tom. “Hey.” She said happily.

He looked up from his book. “Nice of you to wake up early for once.” He teased.

She laughed. “My parents are going to cut me off if I miss school to sleep in.” She explained.

He looked over her head, his eyes stopping on something that made his eyebrows furrow. “Mattheo’s staring at you again.” He whispered.

She quickly spun around to meet Mattheo’s eyes, turning back around so quick she almost fell over.

Tom helped her stand. “You alright?” He asked concerned.

She put a hand to her head. “I swear if he hexed me I’ll burn the little bastard.”

Tom chuckled. “Now I might just help you with that.”

Before y/n could say anything else, the teacher opened the doors for everyone in the class to walk in.

The whole class was a blur, mostly because y/n was asleep through half of it and hurrying to copy off of To ‘a notes during the other half, paying no attention to the teacher whatsoever.

Tom had to talk to one of his teachers before the next class started, which left y/n waiting outside on a bench alone with a book until class started.

Mattheo, who had grown bored of his friend group, walked off to bug y/n, sliding onto the bench and taking the spot a little too close to y/n.

She didn’t glance up from her book or move. “What?” She asked calmly.

He raised a brow. “No snarky comment? Hm.” He hummed. “Are you feeling alright?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Mattheo?”

“Ah, there’s the tone I was looking for.” He grinned. “What’re you reading?”

She clicked her tongue. “You could check the cover, you know.”

He shrugged. “It would sound so much better coming from your lips than mine.”

She shut her book, her finger holding the page she was on, snapping her head to look at him. “What do you want, Mattheo?” She repeated, this time a little less calm.

He smirked. “Maybe I want to help with your anger issues.”

“Maybe you should work on yours first.” She said back.

He laughed. “We could work on it together.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’d rather burn. Over and over. For eternity.”

He shrugged. “I could make it worth your while.”

She raised a brow. “What’s your angle, Riddle?”

He looked away with a small grin. “There’s no angle. I just think we could help each other out.”

“Have fun finding someone for that because I’m not your girl.” She slipped a small piece of paper into her book before getting up.

“But you could be.” Mattheo mumbled, but y/n had already walked off with all her things.

His shoulders slumped. “Great.”

Tom walked over to him laughing. “Did you seriously think whatever you were planning would work?”

Mattheo scowled at his brother. “It’s not like you’ve tried getting with her. Why is she so difficult.”

“She’s not into like that.” Tom said in a ‘duh’ tone.

Mattheo scoffed. “All the girls are into me like that.”

Tom shook his head and laughed a little more. “Not the one you like like that.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t like her like that, Tommy.”

“Then stop going after her, because I swear on my life and hers I will make yours a living hell if you break her heart or mess around with her for kicks. Got it?” Tom said sternly.

Mattheo put his hands up, a familiar teasing grin growing on his face. “It’s not that deep, brother.” And with that he walked off, another grinning glance at Tom before going straight ahead to see if he could find y/n.

He didn’t see her until school was over, when the clouds were making weird shapes up and the colors were changing from the sun going down, the black lake always looked prettiest at this time of day, which is why Mattheo chose to walk alongside it, also in hopes he’d find a weird creature in the water and draw it.

He came across y/n when he was walking back to the school, she was laying on her back, her head rested on her book bag, with a different book in her hands than she was reading hours prior. He walked over to her confidently.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

She sighed. “What?”

He sat down beside her. “So this is what you do after school?”

She rolled her eyes. “Quidditch practice was canceled today.”

He nodded. “Totally forgot you were on the team.”

She glanced at him. “Is there any reason you’re here or what?”

He shrugged. “Just wanted to know how you were doing.”

She pulled a piece of paper put of her robe, handing it to Mattheo without looking away from her book. “You read that and tell me how you think I’m feeling.”

His eyes scanned over the paper. “An animagus? Seriously?”

She shrugged. “Now I’ve got to wait for my uncle Newt to come down here and talk to me about everything.”

Mattheo handed the paper back. “So you can’t go home?”

She shook her head. “Apparently my brothers tore up the place pretty bad and they’re trying to get it under control.”

“So why don’t you just stay with me and Tom?”

She snorted. “Because it’s you and Tom. I swear both of you don’t know how to not argue, especially when you’re trying to do something ‘important’.”

Matthe scoffed. “We do not!”

She raised a brow. “So we’re just gonna play that game now?”

He shrugged. “I mean…”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re an idiot if you think you don’t argue with your brother a lot.”

“Just stay with us.” It came out more as a plead than a suggestion, which was not Mattheo’s intention at all.

Y/n laughed. “Beg me.” She joked.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, ha ha, very funny.” He said sarcastically. “Just stay with us.”

She glanced at him from her book. “If I do will you go away?”

“Maybe.” He said.

She shrugged. “Fine. Just let your brother know so it’s not a surprise or anything.”

“Okay.” Mattheo got up. “Did you finish the other book?” He asked, stopping himself from running off to find his brother so he could talk to y/n some more.

She looked up at him. “Yes. I had most of my classes to read through it.”

“How long have you had this one?”

“Since lunch. Why?”

He grinned. “No reason, no reason.”

“Why?” She repeated, this time sternly.

Mattheo looked down at her. “You’ll find out.” He winked at her before running off to find Tom.

When Spring break rolled around, y/n, Tom, and Mattheo went to Tom and Mattheo’s mansion they inherited when their dad mysteriously passed away.

Y/n explored a little since it was a bit of an upgrade from where the Riddle brothers were staying when she last stayed with them.

She stepped into a dark ish bedroom with lots of books. She walked over to the blinds and pushed them open so she could get a better look in the room.

“I usually like the curtains closed.” Mattheo said, scaring the shit out of y/n.

She turned to him with a hand over her heart. “Warn a girl next time, Mattheo!”

He laughed. “Sorry, sorry.”

She continued to look around. “You know, your room is the darkest one in this whole house. And the most gloomy.” Her eyes landed on the bookshelves. “Except for the books. They’re gorgeous.”

He chuckled. “You can go ahead and take some if you want. I’ve read all of them so I don’t really care.”

She raised a brow before laughing. “You’ve read all these? Like actually, actually? You’re not screwing with me?”

He shook his head. “Is that a surprise?”

“Yes! In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you open a book.”

“You don’t spend any time in the library.” He stated. “That’s where I am during my free time.”

“When you’re not walking around the lake.” She said.

He laughed. “You stalking me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Mattheo. I’ve seen you walking around like a loner because I spend most of my time by the lake. It’s where some of the hot guys at our school swim so it’s a pretty good view.”

Mattheo clenched his jaw before letting out a forced laugh. “I forgot you like staring at strangers who are half naked.”

She shrugged. “If they’re hot, they’re hot. I gotta stare.”

“You’re not like… staring at them like that, are you?” He laughed. “Cause that would be weird.”

“Oh, like how you look at me?” She said, raising a brow as a grin pulled at her lips.

He chuckled. “Now, darling, I think you’re just seeing things.”

“Oh?” She asked, walking over to him. “So if I were to take my sweater off you’d keep looking at my eyes?”

He laughed awkwardly. “Well, I think a lot of people would look, honestly…”

She raised a brow. “If your brother was changing you’d look at his chest?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. Obviously not.”

She nodded. “But you’d have a problem looking in my eyes instead of at my chest?”

“Well you’re not my sister so I can look.”

“Well now you just sound like a creep.” Y/n teased.

Mattheo scowled. “Well now you’re not being fair.”

“Oh no?” She grinned, unzipping her hoodie and sliding it off her arms. “My eyes are up here, Mattheo.”

“Screw this.” Mattheo mumbled annoyed. He cupped y/n’s face gently before pulling her in and pressing his lips against hers.

She pulled away for air after what felt like a short time period. “You do that to all the girls who try to take their sweater off?” She asked dumbfounded.

He shook his head and laughed, his hands still cupping her face. “You’re so blind sometimes, y/n.”

She raised a brow. “And you’re not?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “No?”

“You sound unsure.” She teased. “But you are.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his hands away. “You are more than I am.”

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you.” She said quietly. “And you never noticed.”

He grinned. “So the flirting was getting to you?” He teased.

“I’ll cut your throat.” She said quickly.

He chuckled. “I’ll take my chances.” He pulled her in for another kiss, pulling away when he heard footsteps getting closer to his room.

She quickly pulled back and stood by the bookshelf, getting a book off the shelf quickly. “What’s this one about?” She asked calmly.

Matthe cleared his throat. “Uh, uhm… werewolves.” He said after clearing his throat.

Tom knocked on the door frame. “Hey, there’s hot water on the stove right now. I’ve got to stop by the market to get some more stuff for dinner. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

he always needs to be touching you (handholding, arm around your waist, etc)

flirting (harmless, nonchalant flirting that you only notice when you’ve had time to process the convo)

romantic notes (little notes he leaves when he goes to his dorm in the morning to get ready, if he doesn’t stay in yours)

jealousy (this mf will get jealous even thinking abt you with a someone you used to talk to a long time ago)

overprotective asf (he will beat the absolute shit out of anyone who so much as looks at you bad)

strangers flirting with him (he will either ignore them or kiss you right in front of them to show them neither him nor you are free for them to have)

i love you (something he can’t say, but he totally will show you with little dates and cute trips to Hogsmeade or ditching school and getting into trouble with you)

keeping you safe (he will seem so indifferent when he talks abt you with his dad so he doesn’t think abt it too much, he’ll defend you with snape, he will talk back to teachers and persuade them to keep you out of trouble, he gets that from tom ;))

She rolled over, her head resting against his chest, moving around a little more to get comfortable.

“Morning, J.” She mumbled.

“Kiss.” He demanded tiredly, his eyes still closed.

She couldn’t help but smile, placing a soft kiss on his jawline. “Better?” She asked.

He nodded slowly. “Much.”

She took a deep breath. “You know what time it is, J.”

He groaned. “No.” He turned over but quickly turned back to bring her with him.

She squealed as he turned over with her in his arms. “JJ.” She laughed. “We have to get up.”

He smiled. “No.”

She pulled his head down and kissed him. “You’ll get more of that if you get out of bed.”

He quickly got up, almost tripping over his feet as he stood beside her bed, he held his arms out and did grabby hands at her. “More.”

She happily obliged, getting over to him on her knees, careful not to get out of bed, and she pulled him down to kiss her by his beaded necklace.

He smiled into it. “Mmm.” He hummed. “I love you.”

She laughed. “Come on lover boy, we’ve got to meet everyone at the beach.”

He pulled her over to where his surfboard was happily, admiring it with her close to him. “Check it out.”

She couldn’t help but smile at the masterpiece in front of her. “You did that all yourself?”

He nodded proudly. “The colors and all.”

She looked up at him. “Good thing everyone’s go a get to see how beautiful it is.

He grinned down at her. “They’d be too busy looking at you, baby.”

She laughed. “I doubt that, J.”

He twirled her back to him when she tried to walk off. “Well I don’t. You’re absolutely beautiful.”

She blushed but tried to cover it up. “Come on, J, we gotta get ready.”

He winked. “I’ll be waiting downstairs.”

She smiled, watching him walk out of her bedroom before she changed from her sleep clothes to her beach clothes. She was so happy he understood she wasn’t comfortable and didn’t try to sneak a peak at her when she wasn’t paying attention, she only knew because she had her mirror facing the door just in case, and she was so happy when she realized he was there for her, not for her body. He genuinely loves her and she knew it, she also knew he’d be willing to do anything for her, which both terrified her and excited her. And she knew she loved him back, which made everything so much better for her because she got the man of her dreams and she didn’t even have to work for it.

She clicked her tongue. “I’m the one taking the pictures that don’t have me in them.”

He turned to look at her. “Baby…” He looked at her with a sad expression. “That’s barely the case for your room, this has no excuse.”

She looked down, ashamed she lied in the first place. “It’s nothing to worry about, J. Let’s just go.”

He nodded, taking her hand in his and walking over to the car she loved so much, keeping a hand on her thigh the whole ride there, even when he was setting his surfboard in the back he was holding onto her.

They walked down to where the rest of the Pogues were, taking a spot beside them, JJ pulling his girl on his lap to claim her just in case anyone was confused on what was his.

His hands stayed on her thigh and waist, holding her firmly to make sure she didn’t go anywhere.

John B grinned at JJ. “You coming?” He got up and ran over to the waves with his surfboard, leaving Sarah alone talking to Kie.

JJ looked down at her. “I’ll be back, baby.” He kissed her forehead before setting her down where he was sitting and running off after John B with his surfboard.

She looked to Pope, who was snickering. “What?”

He grinned at her. “‘I’ll be back, baby’.” He mimicked JJ. “Dude has seriously got it bad for you.”

“I mean, I didn’t want to say anything, but yeah.” Sarah chimed in.

She laughed. “Oh come on, guys.”

“He loves you.” Kie said giggling.

Pope laughed. “So, when are you going to tell him?”

Kiara and Sarah stopped giggling and looked to her. “What is he talking about?” Sarah asked.

She glared at Pope. “I’m not ready yet.”

“Are you pregnant?” Kiara asked. “He wouldn’t care if you were, he’d be super happy, honestly, and probably a little scared, but he’d get over it. Like seriously, seriously he’d get over it.”

She laughed. “No. Absolutely not.”

Sarah furrowed her eyebrows. “Then what is it?”

She sucked in her cheeks. “He says the L word a lot.”

“And you don’t?” Kiara asked confused.

She nodded. “Yes. I can’t physically form the three words, it’s just… it’s like i’m not meant to say it or something.”

Kiara clicked her tongue. “Well, he’s not expecting you to say it back. He knows how hard it is for you.”

She gulped. “But if he can say it, then shouldn’t I?”

Sarah shook her head and laughed. “No. You’re clearly not ready for that and he would never push you to do something you cannot say. He totally understands.”

“Does he?” Pope questioned, pushing himself back into the conversation.

Kie rolled her eyes. “Of course he does.”

She looked put to see JJ surfing, looking at her to see if she was watching him and saw the wave he just rode. He waved and smiled, blowing a kiss to her before going back.

Sarah’s lower lip stuck out. “That was so cute.”

She laughed. “That’s just JJ.”

Pope smiled at how she fawned over JJ all the time, he was so happy and proud of his best friend to finally get over all those commitment issues and put herself put there for JJ. He was also proud of himself for putting them together because, well, he did a fantastic job at matchmaking and he knew it.

After the beach thing, JJ clung to his girlfriend as she prepared food for them both. “Baby?” He asked after a while.

She glanced down at him. “Hm?” She hummed.

He tapped on her thigh nervously. “How much longer until the foods ready?”

She laughed. “Just a minute longer.”

He clicked his tongue. “Did you need help?”

She shook her head. “No, you can stay where you are.”

He smiled. “I love you.”

She bit her tongue. It’s now or never. “I love you more.” She said softly.

He looked straight up at her before standing up and kissing her. “I knew it.” He said happily. “I knew you did.”

She laughed. “Well I didn’t start dating you for a silly little crush, J.”

He kissed her again. “I still knew it.” He pulled her into a hug. “I knew it all along and you didn’t even have to say it.”

She looked up at him laughing. “Can I get back to making our food or…”

-definitely would include JJ always being around you

-protective asf like this mf would kill for you

-jealous ass mf wouldn’t let any of the kooks go near you or it’s on site

-he would definitely not let you go to his house bc he doesn’t want you to meet his dad

-insecure bc he thinks you’re too good for him

-would 100% work a couple extra jobs just to spoil you

-cute dates on the dock by John B’s house

-him always saving you a spot next to him in the Twinkie

-whenever he tells a joke he would definitely look at you to see if you laugh before he laughs

-definitely would teach you how to surf and would keep his hands on you to “help”

-absolutely hates it when you talk abt or to other guys

-hot ass sex like oml 😩😩

-he would always have your back fs

-drinks a little to make sure you don’t drink too much

-you’re always the first to know if there’s a party or if he’s going to do something stupid

-you’re the first person to be called when JJ’s in deep shit

-would be super angry one second and the next, if he’s with you, he’s calms asf

-you’re basically his anchor (iykyk)

-will manipulate you or try to

-if you try to leave he will push you into a wall and keep his hand firmly around your neck

-absolutely loves it when you run your hands through his hair

-doesn’t like when you hang out with the pogues, but won’t say anything abt it cause he likes the sex after

-dominant asf

-won’t kill anyone but only bc he doesn’t wanna scare you or lose you

-has a big ass soft spot just for you

-loves to cuddle (but only when no one’s around)

-wouldn’t let anyone hurt you

-you would definitely be close with sarah or wheezie

-would spoil the shit out of you

-surprise gifts

-cute dates at fancy ass places

-definitely will take you for walks on the beach

-hickeys bruh like a shit ton and like everywhere (noticeable and not noticeable)

-that close walking where your hands brush up against each other

-loves hugs from you and you only (and will accept them around ppl)

-would take you on random dates on his dads boat for fun

-would totally guilt trip you into doing stuff with him (non sexual stuff only tho)

-as respectful as a sociopath can be but only to you

-adores you

-loves when you hold onto him when he’s having a bad day

-loves when he’s in between your thighs

-rough sex 100%

-definitely loves it when you call him daddy