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[naseef-mahmoud]

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Hello, I am Dr. Naseef Mahmoud, born in Gaza. I work as a pharmacist and own Sama Pharm Pharmacy.

My life was beautiful, me and my family, and the pharmacy was a source of livelihood for me and my family, and we lived in safety and security, but after the fierce war on Gaza, my pharmacy was completely destroyed, and my source of livelihood and that of my family was cut off.

I will attach to you pictures of the pharmacy before and after the destruction, and after the pharmacy became a tent that does not protect from the cold or the heat.

I hope that our generous community will support me to rebuild the pharmacy so that my source of income can return and I can provide medicine and medical services to people.

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a tangible difference by helping us build our pharmacy, to provide health care to patients in light of the difficult circums

I have complete confidence in you and your humanity, and thank you for your kindness, support, and compassion.

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Can't Help It ...

Toji found himself sneaking over to the infirmary once again.

He'd sworn to himself he wouldn't go there.

But, let's be honest, when does he ever keep a promise?

The first time he ever visited the infirmary, he'd been actually wounded. A dislocated shoulder - nothing too serious, but his friends had threatened him to go.

He hated it there - the flirtatious winks, chits with numbers, teasing touches and whispers. By some bizarre chance, he always managed to bump into a horde of giggling girls on his way there.

But there was something different that had him backtracking.

You.

You were ordinary, like every other girl he'd fucked - but just one thing had you differing. And bearable.

You didn't giggle and swoon, pass numbers and bite your lip until it bled. No, even if you did fancy him - he repeated it, consoling himself - you hid it well.

You'd caught his eye the very moment you'd just taken one look at him, casually ordered him to sit, slipped on those plastic gloves and set to work. Touches that didn't linger, looks that didn't wander, professional comments and gestures like you knew what you were doing.

It was the first time he'd actually felt nervous in front of a girl. Damn, if you actually did address him like a crush, he might've felt bolder and made a move. But because you didn't let any notion that you even had anything for him ...

He found himself fidgeting to even choke out a "thank you".

He had to wait ten minutes before leaving, or everyone would know. He'd have to wear looser pants - these ones showed much.

As soon as he'd strolled out of the room, now having controlled himself, he'd made it his mission to know more about you.

A medical student, who'd been assigned as an assistant to the infirmary because of your spectacular results and sharp mind.

Thank God, he thought. At least you were a student here - he could meet you.

So ever since then, he'd been visiting the infirmary almost everyday - migraines, coughs, sore throats, sprains. His friends always laughed out loud; Toji Fushiguro, the man who had fifty kilograms of tits alone, muscles enough to last for days - running off to the doctor's just for a headache.

"You're down bad, man," Gojo had wiped invisible tears from his eyes once, when they'd found Toji sauntering out of the infirmary with a cast on his elbow. If he could be considered a friend.

"It's pathetic at this point," Geto had mused. "I'm tired of sitting my ass down in one of those waiting chairs while you're fake coughing your lungs out like a plague-infected Victorian child inside."

"I'm surprised she hasn't put a ban on you by now," Shiu elbowed him in the ribs. "If only you just got hit by a car. You'd at least have a solid reason to be there."

"Is she the fucking angel of health or what?" Gojo eyed him. "She can't put his bones together."

"He acts like she does," Shiu had shrugged.

"She may not give him fixed bones," Geto smirked. "But she does give him the hardest bo-"

"Alright, alright!" Toji had grunted, cradling his elbow. "You all are insufferable."

"Says the one who follows the assistant around like a fucking puppy," Gojo exclaimed.

Toji had stalked off after giving Gojo a reason to visit the infirmary.

But now ...

As he knocked on the grey door tentatively (he never thought he'd see the day where he couldn't knock like he owned the place - heck, even have to knock), he mentally rehearsed his entire speech to recite when asked whatever the fuck had he broken.

The door swung open under his touch, and the air whooshed out of his chest again.

He couldn't help it. There was nothing special about you - yet he always found himself eye fucking you, like a goddess herself.

You were tying your belt around your coat, the white material cinching at your waist. Toji fisted his fingers - it's not like she has the body of a succubus, you miserable motherfucker.

But he still couldn't tear his eyes away from you as you prepared yourself, the belt, the plain white skirt and crisp buttoned top, pulling on those plastic gloves over your nimble fingers.

He instantly straightened as you whirled around, your eyes immediately finding his. You gently smile at him. "What is it this time?"

He swallowed - and when he couldn't find an excuse, or even remember one, he did the only thing he could. Scowl.

"Entire fuckin' body hurts like it just got whipped," he frowned.

You press your lips together to bite back the smirk. "Okay. Do you ... do much sports? Work out much?" You start the routinely checkup, spouting off all possible reasons as you sit down on the chair in front of the table. He saunters over and perches on the edge of the sleek, metal bed, his knees deliberately brushing yours, his eyes hungrily searching your face for a reaction.

Which you don't give.

He finds it difficult to not give a sarcastic reply. "Yeah ... I work out a lot."

"Hm. Those muscles couldn't appear out of nowhere," you pointedly glance at his biceps and pecs, and his mouth goes dry. So you do notice his physique.

"I could show you my workout," he suddenly blurted. And then added, "If it could help you understand what's messing with me, of course."

You clear your throat, eyes darting around the room. You could've sworn there was boss music booming from somewhere. But ... what's the worst that could happen? It was tempting to go with him, after all - you mean, to diagnose what was making his muscles hurt. Yeah. Of course.

"Maybe," you shrug, and Toji's toes curl in his shoes. Fuckin' hell. She agreed.

"Saturday?" He confirmed.

"Saturday sounds good," you nod. "You - you should remember to ... um, show all the equipment you use. Um, I need to know where the strain comes from."

"Yeah." Toji hastily nodded. "Nice."

And immediately, he started planning the entire attire and tour. Something tight, like a compression shirt. Something to eat. The most outrageously difficult workout set he could think of.

"Well, if you're done-"

"Oh, nah. I still have it sore," Toji intervened, grasping on to the time he could get with you.

"And what, precisely, is 'it'?" You dryly prompt, one hand firmly pressing down on his chest, the heel of your palm pressing him down until he lays flat on the table.

Toji prayed to every and anything he could think of that you didn't feel his racing heartbeat.

"'It', medical assistant, is my entire damn body," he growled, staring up at you, blinking at the blaring light. It makes a halo around your head, and you look like a fucking angel. His angel.

"Well, patient, I'm going to do a little check. And I do have a name. Y/n," you inform him as you lessen the lights, almost finding his scrunched nose and squinting eyes adorable.

"Alright, y/n," he tested your name on his tongue, the words rolling off his tongue like honey. He could get used to that. The sweet sound. Something he could be m-

Nope. Not now, not when his pants were way too loose.

"I'll have to know if you have any knots in your limbs from exercising, then I'll have to check for sore spots and massage them out. If you're comfortable, of course," you explain. "Because you'll have to take off your shirt and lie upside down so I can pop those knots or whatever. Almost everybody is ashamed and refuse to do it, so I can understand. Only if you're okay shall we proceed."

Toji swallowed hard, feeling his throat constrict at the mention of taking his shirt off. It wasn't that he was shy about his body.

Far from it. He had spent years honing it, feeling proud about the way it looked.

No, the issue was her. You.

"Yeah. I'm okay," he sat up.

"Are you sure? We can cancel this appointme-"

"I'm good." He couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation as he reached for the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling it up and over his head. He tossed it onto the chair beside him, utterly aware of every pane of his body, every line and stretch of his muscles, the veins and contours.

He lay down face-flat on the table, his face burying in his arms, thankful for the position, already feeling a discomfort below.

"Alright. I shall proceed," you baldly announce before your fingers brush the nape of his neck.

The tips of your fingers touch the base of his neck, slowly trailing across his shoulder blades and down. Now, of course, you didn't mean it to feel sensual and agonizingly slow - but it did.

"You ... You sure do swim a lot. Got a lot of knots," you wince, having mapped out the panes of his back. You pull back, the warmth of your hand leaving his body. "I'll have to massage a few out, though you'll need to visit a professional chiropractor for this."

A warning tap on his head is the only precedent you give before your hands hover over a point in the middle of his shoulder blades.

And then, you press down with the base of your palms - tenderly, yet hard enough to make it pop and relax. Toji couldn't help but groan at the feeling, his face warming.

You then begin to massage, rocking your hand back and forth, one on top of the other - pressing in circles and up and down, hard, easing out the soreness and some groans out of him.

You hiss, muttering about the knots, and also coaxing him during the hasher ministrations.

Fuck you - he's not a tiny child who's going to cry out of pain, you chastise yourself. But damn if you didn't feel overly nervous right now - not like you were a licensed chiropractor.

Toji's breath catches in his throat, eyes squeezed shut, mind whirring at an insane speed, hands itching to just grab you and pin you to the-

This was going to be a long appointment.

But did he care?

Absolutely not.

Part 2 out soon --- >

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The impression you leave on others is that you’re optimistic and have a bright future ahead of you, people think that you’re nice and a good friend but sometimes you can be nosy or too friendly. People get the impression that you’re loyal but you know a lot about other people, you make others feel safe or calm. People feel a sense of ease and clarity/balance around you, people feel like you’re good at giving advice or just talking to can help someone or lift their mood. People feel like you’re a good friend and a good romantic partner, people feel like they can see themselves having a connection with you. People wish they they could tell you how egotistical you come across, people wish they could tell you that they’re intimidated by you. People wish they could tell you that you don’t have the best social cues, people sometimes wish they could tell you no or reject you. People wish they could tell you how much they like you or how much they’re obsessed with you. Signs- Libra/leo, Virgo in 7th house/ Aquarius in 2nd house. Initials- W, H, O, E, N

𝑷𝒊𝒍𝒆 2

The impression you leave on others is that you have good energy and a high vibe, you can have fun anywhere and be the life of the party. People think you’re good at improving people’s mood and you have healing energy, people have the impression that you don’t get sick often and that you take care of yourself. People get the impression that you easily charm others and that everyone thinks you’re attractive, people think you’re energy makes others flirtatious. You can make others feel competitive or aggressive, you make others feel nostalgic or regretful about past actions. You make others feel confident and happy, you make others feel like they can’t think straight or they get nervous and they also feel submissive around you but you can also make people feel stable and grounded. People wish they could say how lucky or blessed you are and that they envy you sometimes, people wish they could say how lucky they are to meet you and how they enjoy spending time with you so they wish they could spend more. People wish they could say how they really feel and be more honest with themselves, people wish they could be tell you how much they like you and how they want to be with you even if you’re dating other people. People wish they could tell you how youre usually right and how you give good advice even if it’s hard for them to hear. Signs- Capricorn/Aquarius, Libra in 10th house/capricorn in 6th house. Initials- D, W, L, U, V, O, S

𝑷𝒊𝒍𝒆 3

The impression you leave on people is that you’re confident and calm but also aware and cautious, people get the impression that you’re divinely protected and that it would be a big mistake to mess with you. People feel like you’re a good friend and that you’re always busy, people feel like youre supportive and successful. People feel like you’re fun and they enjoy being around you, people feel like you need more balance but you’re good at handling multiple things at once. People feel like you’re always changing and that you’re unpredictable, some people feel overwhelmed and intimidated by you even though you come across as nice. People feel like you put too much energy in time into one thing and you need better time management. People wish they could feel you how you scare them or intimidate them, people wish they could tell you that you need a car or a new one. People wish they could tell you that they have romantic feelings for you and that they like how stable and successful you are. People wish they could tell you how they’re attracted to your masculine energy and they like seeing you take charge, people wish they could tell you how talented you are and how you naturally stand out. Signs- Libra, Taurus, leo. Aquarius in 3rd house/ Pisces in 11th house. Initials- V, C, K

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[i1ovedeanwinchester]

late again

Summary: You and Clark have a standing dinner date. Well, neither of you has really labeled it “date.” Tonight he’s late… hours late. What is it with Clark and tardiness? Always showing up looking like he fell out of a tornado with a barely-there excuse and dimpled smile. It’s almost like he has a secret double life you’re just waiting for him to spill the beans about.

WC: 2.2K

Author’s note: I’ve literally never written a fan-fic before but YOLO. I’m obsessed with Superman and love this awkward nerdy man 😋. Comments and criticism greatly appreciated!!!! :)))))

Content: superman x reader (in my mind David corenswet, but you can really think any iteration!), not explicit, only fluff!!! Clark and reader are goofy awkward idiots!! Angst? Maybe? Pining, two idiots in love unknowingly. Jealousy (sorry Lois). Clark gets bullied by Steve lol. LOVE CONFESSION!!! Possibly gender neutral I don’t rly remember tbh.

LMK if anything is missed!

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You felt your stomach rumble and your eyes burn as you look at the time: 9:15 pm. You pack up your bag and close out all of the tabs on your Daily Planet desktop, smiling to yourself. Friday night is always the highlight of your week. You and Clark had been meeting at your apartment every Friday for dinner for the past few months. The food was nothing special, usually some form of takeout or a hastily thrown together meal that was soon scarfed down. You often ate as a movie played in the background of one of your journalistic debates (Clark called them that, not you). Superman was a frequent topic and you loved teasing Clark by calling him his boyfriend. He was immediately defensive even after weeks of the ongoing joke.

You throw your bag over your shoulder as you walk to Clark’s desk, noticing the frantic look on his face. The way he hastily throws his bag over his shoulder, tie askew and glasses slightly crooked on his face. It’s endearing, really, how awkward he is.

“I have something I need to take care of. You go on ahead and order us something from that Chinese place on your block and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” His gaze travels to your mouth before he looks back up to your eyes and blinks hard. You feel your stomach flip. He’s gone and headed towards the staircase within seconds. On your walk home you wonder why he looked like he had stopped himself from saying - or doing- something before his hasty departure. You wish he hadn’t.

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Now back at your apartment, you begin unpacking the copious amounts of Chinese food you bought. Feeding Clark is like feeding a small army and then some. You leave the many different cartons out on the counter before going to take a quick shower, giving Clark some time to arrive late. What is it with him and tardiness?

It’s been over an hour- you even shaved your legs and washed your hair- and still no sign of Clark. You wouldn’t dare eat without him. Instead, you resign yourself to the couch, turning on some crappy tv while mindlessly scrolling through your phone. You think of texting him just to make sure he’s okay but you’re not his mother. Sadly, you’re not his girlfriend either.

It would be easy to think of these Friday night dinners as dates. It would be easy to remember the times you’d rested your head on his shoulder during a movie and felt him trace shapes along your spine when he thought you were asleep. But this is Clark we’re talking about. Clark who brings your entire bullpen group coffee every morning, despite being hounded by Perry for being late almost daily. Clark who’s too kind, too giving, and too good to reject you. Clark who shows Lois the same affection as you only amplified. You could run the entire Daily planet off of the electricity you felt between them during their witty debates.

You chalk everything up to Clark being Clark. Sweet, charming, farm-boy Clark who calls his mom weekly and grew up running barefoot through corn fields.

Multiple hours pass and you begin to feel yourself drifting off to sleep in the dim, blue glow of the tv light. It’s almost 1 am and still no Clark. The excessive amount of takeout you had ordered has long since gone cold in the kitchen. Your mind drifts to Clark-where he might be, what he might be doing. You mentally kick yourself for thinking he could be standing you up for Lois. You immediately feel guilty and try to remember that Lois is your friend and this weekly ritual was never anything more than a friendly tradition. You fall asleep wrapped in a heap of blankets, wishing the warmth was from him.

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Clark’s heart sinks as he enters your apartment to find you laying on the couch alone. The smell of cold grease wafts up to his nose as he sees the cartons of food you bought still on the kitchen counter, untouched. He had been fighting some giant monster from who knows where with 11 arms and 4 rows of teeth all while you were sitting here alone. Waiting for him. The very thought of you repeatedly checking the clock before deciding to give up and call it a night sends a fresh wave of guilt washing over him. He had to have been the biggest idiot alive.

Clark was enamored with you the moment he saw you. You were putting Steve in his place, a hand on your hip and a look of fiery determination on your face. You were calling him an asshole for referring to Clark as a “corn-shucking hill-billy” (whatever that meant). He had never seen Steve go completely quiet before, ego bruised just slightly. For that, he admired you. After months of sitting across from one another, weekly dinners, inside jokes, and brushing hands while exchanging coffee, Clark felt like he was going to explode. The small work crush he had allowed himself to have on you had blossomed into something much bigger. It warmed him from the inside out to think about you. Little did he know you felt the same.

He slowly moved towards your sleeping form on the couch to pick you up. With one arm under your knees and the other supporting your upper back, he carried you to your bed. He planned on staying the night on your couch and begging on his hands and knees for your forgiveness in the morning if he had to.

But just as he laid you down, you began to stir

“Clark?” You muttered, voice scratchy from disuse and drowsiness.

He shuttered at the sound. He loves hearing you say his name.

“I’m right here. I’m so sorry I’m late. I-I tried to get here as fast as I could but-“ you cut off his rambling by blindly reaching out for him in the dark of your bedroom.

“Stay. Here with me.”

It comes out as barely a whisper; like you’re afraid saying the words too loud will shatter your friendship. Even half asleep, you know what you want and you know how much it scares you. You barely peek up at him through your lashes and know that it scares him too.

The silence between you two stretches for a moment before you see the giant shape that is Clark begin to move in the dark. He hesitantly removes his button-up, shoes, and socks before ever so gently sliding into bed next to you, clad only in a soft white undershirt and his slacks. He smells of soap and radiates body heat that instantly warms you.

He leaves a respectable amount of space between the two of you, careful not to cross any boundaries you may not be able to set in your sleepy state. His feet hang a considerable amount off the edge of the bed, but he doesn’t mind. He’s too nervous to notice anything other than his own thundering heart beat in his ears and your soft frame curled up so close to him.

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After a span of comfortable silence, you turn towards him, tucking yourself snugly in the crook of his neck. Your eyes are squeezed shut and you pretend to have innocently moved in your sleep. You think you have him fooled, feigning sleep if only to stretch the moment longer, but he hears the quickening of your heart beat as he instinctively pulls you impossibly closer.

“I know you’re awake” he mutters into the crown of your head.

“I can hear your heart racing. Am I making you nervous?” He’s teasing you, a small smirk pulling his lips upward.

You’re almost certain he can feel the embarrassing heat radiating off of you where your bodies currently touch.

You sit up fully now, confused, half-asleep brain trying to make sense of what he means. Is he being serious or is this just him picking on you? You reach over to your bedside table, switching on a lamp. You look at him again in the soft yellow glow of the lamplight. He’s taken off his glasses and his eyes, so blue and full of adoration, look so familiar. He looks different without the black frames. Still your Clark, handsome in a classic sort of way, but different. In fact, he looks exactly like someone else but you can’t quite put your finger on who.

He watches you study him, practically seeing the gears turn inside your mind. He knows you’re figuring it out. You’re up and out of bed now, pacing around your bedroom as you start to put the pieces together. He’s always late to work, disappearing and coming back windswept, getting exclusive interviews with Superman…

Superman.

No it can’t be. Your precious, nerdy, awkward, farm-boy Clark can’t be Superman. But the more you think about it the more you realize it couldn’t be anyone else

You practically jump back into bed on your knees, slapping Clark hard on the shoulder.

“Ow!” He exclaims from his position propped up on his elbow, taking up over half of your mattress with his large frame.

“Oh cmon SUPERMAN you know that didn’t hurt”

In the soft glow of the lamp-no glasses on, eyebrows drawn together in what looks to be worry- he looks so noble. He looks, well, like Superman. You really don’t know how you failed to catch it sooner.

He sits up now, reaching his hand up to cup your face. “I’m sorry for being so late tonight, I’m sorry for not telling you the whole truth, I’m sorry for lying and making excuses. You don’t know how many times I tried to tell you the truth I.. I was just scared.”

You sit there stunned, listening in silence as you let him continue.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, because I do more than anyone. I just didn’t know how you would respond if I told you; If it would change the way you saw me. I don’t want to lose you.” He leans forward now, touching his forehead to yours. Your entire body goes still, breaths intermingling in an intimate way.

You feel things shift. You reacted playfully to this discovery, thrilled that you had only moments before been cuddling with Superman. But Clark’s anxiety is almost palpable. You can see it in the way he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Nothing would ever change the way I see you Clark. I-I never thought… I thought you were in love with Lois. That’s actually who I thought you were with tonight. I know we haven’t spoken about what we are to each other. I know these Friday dinners aren’t dates but I like you so much. I know it’s so stupid and insecure but you two work together so well and she always makes you laugh and she’s so smart and an amazing writer and-“

He cuts off your rambling by closing the barely there distance between you. The kiss is tentative and sweet, so like what you would expect from Clark. You feel heat rush to your cheeks just as you see the tips of his ears turn red.

He kisses you again-this time with more urgency- before peppering the entire rest of your face with featherlight kisses. You let out an uncharacteristic giggle at the feeling and bat him away as the trail he’s making down your neck begins to tickle.

“It’s always been you. From the moment you arrived at the daily planet. You only solidified your spot when you called Jimmy an asshole in my defense that one time.”

He smiles big and bright, dimples flashing, before continuing, “Lois has always been a close friend but I never wanted something more with her the way I do with you.”

You slide your hand in his dark curls like you’ve been wanting to for months and pull him in for another searing kiss. You pull back and lay down, pulling him on top of you, his weight a comforting feeling.

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You lay there talking, giggling, kissing, and berating him with questions for hours. You lose track of time until you see the faint light of dawn creeping through your window.

“Hey Clark, you know how you’re Superman and stuff?” you mutter, words slurred with sleep.

“Mhm”

You can feel his smile bloom from where his face is pressed against your chest.

“Did you ever use your X-ray vision to see what underwear I was wearing or is that not how it works?”

The laugh that follows your question makes you feel like he doesn’t allow himself to laugh at home.

“Okay sweetheart, time for bed.” He says, wiping tears of laughter from beneath his eyes and pulling himself up to give you one last goodnight kiss on the forehead.

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If you made it this far, thank you so much! This is my first fic, so comments are greatly appreciated :)

I also have a Superman playlist on Spotify if anyone is interested!

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[yishidha]

We really didn't see much of TedXBabs smh

when you get so excited to guess your ex cyber date's prescription you forget you're on the "incels rating women's looks with numbers" website at the same time as the colleague she has an intense homoerotic frenemyship with

[lycifyr]

DUDE THEY ROT MY BRAIN. HELP ME. PLEASE.

[bookishdreamer28]

What it feels like

Mattheo Riddle x reader ♡

"Well look who it is. The little pixie of Hogwarts." I stopped in my tracks and sighed deeply. Not again. Not another day of hearing his annoying voice. His beautiful but annoying voice.

"Don't you have better things to do Riddle?" I asked him bluntly.

"Oh I definitely have but there's something funny bout you getting mad over my" he pushed his hair back "charms."

I almost laughed at how stupid he is.

"Charms? Oh don't make me laught this much Riddle it's too early for jokes. Especially your lame ones." I turned around and left for the potion class. Stupid Mattheo, with his stupid face and his ridiculously stupid but pretty smile. I hated the fact that I've been crushing on him for months.

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Is he doing it on purpose? Has he made a bet? A deal? I tried to scrub of the very shiny glitter of my uniform but it was pointless. I happened to have to sit next to him in the class. If things were different, I would have been over the moon to be him but once he showed his true colors, the only thing he does is getting on my nerves.

"I hate him. I hate him so much." I mumbled under my breath and I threw away the scrubber and walked in the Ravenclaw common room.

"You're ok? I heard what happened in class." A friend of mine came up to me.

"No! It's never ok when stupid Riddle is in the middle of everything!" I angrily replied but then tried to calm down. "Sorry for exploding like this."

My friend smiled gently. "No worries. I know he bothers you a lot. Slytherins are not known for their "kindness"." She laughed and I smiled nodding.

"Anyway, I'll head upstairs. I'll talk to you later." I hugged her and went to our room, trying to asleep without thinking about his damn eyes, hair, hands. His damn everything.

I rolled over and hugged my pillow as I cursed to myself, knowing I was doomed.

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Hogsmeade has always been my fave place in Hogwarts. It is the place where I can freely explore, try new things, get away from the chaotic and hectic school life which nonetheless, I have come to love either way. It's pure magic.

I was about leave Honeydukes when I pumped into a hard chest.

"I'm so sorry-"

"Next time try walk with your eyes open, pixie." Oh no. Just when I thought that I was having a good day.

"Riddle." I groaned.

"In flesh." He smirked.

"I don't have time for this." I walked passed him but he didn't let me go as he grabbed my wrist. Gently.

"You're leaving this early? Just when fun was about to begin? Come on sweetheart, I missed your company."

"We literally were together in class just before we headed outside."

"That's still took long for me." He blurted and I eyed him suspiciously. Like he was trying to trick me or something.

"I'm not your little plaything Riddle. To torture everytime you feel like it!" I freed my wrist from his grasp.

He frowned. "I never said that. You know that I'm only tea-"

"But your actions says otherwise." I took a step back and left him standing there with his friends.

"Seriously though, when will you stop with your teasing and say how you feel? You know she doesn't like-" Theo said.

"And how you know what she likes?" He sharply turned to look at his friend.

"I'm just saying-"

"Don't say a thing." He added and went inside the store, as he tried to get distrac himself by anything just to stop thinking about you.

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I whimpered as I tried to get up but my leg was in an awful condition. Playing Quidditch was something I absolutely loved and hated at the same time. Loved because it was fun to fly around with broom and being with friends, but hated because only one person could ruin everything, including the game and he just did that. Mattheo had to come all the way to me with force and throw me from my broom. Just great. A strained angle and a sore body was exactly what I needed now.

"You're ok?! I got you, don't worry." Fred Weasley was right next to me, as he slowly and carefully placed his arms on my back and under my legs to lift me up. He has been there for me since I joined Hogwarts and he's a great friend. The same goes for his brother George too.

I whined at the movement.

"Thank you." I looked up at him. He smiled and looked down at me.

"No problem sweet girl. I was so worried when I watched hit the ground like this. I swear when I catch Riddle shove his damn broom all the way up his-"

"You got a big mouth for someone who lost yesterday Weasley." He comes the jerk himself.

"As if I care about that now. You could've harm worse if she was any higher you jerk!" Fred was fuming.

Mattheo clenched his hand and his face had turned dark. His expression was so cold, that made somehow scared of him for the first time. It's like he wasn't himself.

"It's a game. There's competition and these things happen in the field-"

"You mean things like ready to kill someone?!" Fred almost yelled.

"Fred, please let's just leave." I whispered close to his ear.

"Shit I'm sorry love. I'll get you straight to thw infirmary." Fred started walking again and as we passed by Mattheo I caught his stare on me. He looked worried for a moment but it immediately turned into an anger, and he strode through the corridors to leave. But I kept staring at him till he disappeared behind the corner of the wall.

...

It was night when I finally returned to my room, and laid back on the bed carefully, because too much movement made my body hurt. With the potions I got, I definitely felt better but I still needed recovery. When I rolled to my side to sleep, my eyes fell on a small envelope, and a small bouquet of flowers next to it and a small bottle of a red liquid. I grabbed the envelope and opened it, smiling as I read the letter.

~ Hey, I hope you're ok. I'm so sorry about what happened I'm- I just hope you'll recover fast and have you back on the field to kick asses. Like you always do. The small bottle you'll find along with the letter and the flowers, is for not feeling any pain. It'll help you recover fast.

With love ~

Fred must've left it. He was so caring and everything but I never made any thoughts of being anything more than friends. Even though he's boyfriend material for sure.

I closed my eyes as I fell into a nice sleep, dreaming about only one person.

___

It's been days since my accident in Quidditch and through these days I noticed how little I've seen Mattheo. Not that it boyhered me, quite the opposite actually. But it was like he wasn't being his usual annoying self. Well, I shouldn't care.

As I was heading to Transfiguration class, my eyes fell on Mattheo for the first time after days and felt my breath caught in my throat. He looked...drained. Exhausted and sad at the same time but all these went away for a moment when his eyes fell on me. There was longing in his eyes. He looked at the same I way I've been doing for months now secretly.

We just stood there, looking at each other.

He looked like he wanted to come to where I was standing and talk to me but all he did was grab his bag and walk passed me like I wasn't there.

I frowned and turned around to take one more look at him. What is up with him? And why do I care all of a sudden?!

___

"Wake up sleepy head! It's snowing!" My friend exclaimed excitedly and I hummed not really being in the mood to wake up yet.

"I'm heading to The Trree Broomsticks so if you ever decided to leave bed, you gon find me there." She blew me a kiss and left.

After an hour passed I was already making my way to the front door of Hogwarts when Enzo stopped me.

"Hey Y/N." His smile was warm, unlike someone's. Even though they're friends, I still try to understand how they got along from the beginning.

"Hey Enzo." I smiled back.

"So...how are you?" I raised a brow.

"Why are you being weird?!"

"Weird? Weird how? I'm only asking because I care." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Yeah...anyway, I'm fine, since you asked." I smiled cheekily at him and he chuckled. To be honest he wasn't bad. I think he was the only from the slytherin team that was noce and calm. And a good friend.

"Am I interrupting something Enzo?" Mattheo came out of nowhere which startled me.

"Dude, what exactly are you? A vampire?!" Enzo said. Mattheo stayed quiet which was creepier. Enzo coughed and moved a bit away from my side.

"Come on, let's get going the others are waiting." Mattheo said and started walking away. Enzo gave me an apologetic smile and went to follow him. I stared at Mattheo for bit more, now fully realizing that he didn't even spared a glance at me. He didn't teased me. Nor he said all these stupid things about my hair or outfit or just say anything mean in general. I felt my heart heavy. I should be happy that now I wasn't his target, but for some odd reason...I want him to at least talk to me. Say anything.

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I breathed in the fresh air up on the astronomy tower, and stared ahead where the view wad undeniably majestic. This place calmed me. There's something about the stars, the sky and the quirt up here that makes me want to stay for hours and hours.

Suddenly the door of the tower opened and revealed the last person I expected to see here. Mattheo stopped in his tracks for a moment and stared at me, but then it was like returned back to reality and closed the door so he can sit at corner away from the spot I was sitting.

I looked down at my lap, not being able to even look at him now. My heart was beating fast and I felt so stupid for letting him have this kind of effect on me.

I turned my head on his directions and admired the side of his profile. He looked conflicted and yet...at peace.

"Do I have something on my face, pixie?" This nickname. This nickname that I thought I hated but after I didn't hear him calling me that for days I admit that I missed it. I missed the way he calls me that.

"Um nope. No. Just..whatever." I murmured and stood from the ground. I leaned my elbows on the railings and stared ahead again. I could feel his state on me but I didn't dare look.

"Are you ok?" He suddenly asked.

"What-"

"I haven't had the chance to ask you myself after the accident and...I just want to know." He breathed out.

"I'm fine. I had a fast recovery and it's all thanks to Fred and the potion he gave me. It worked wonders after I left the infirmary." I added.

"Fred? What does Weasley had to do with anything?" He stood up.

"What? He helped me you know. He was there for mw to-"

"Fucking Weasley always getting in the way I see." He traveled his hand through his soft curls and I only stared.

"I don't you sometimes. You're treating me like shit, then you pretend you care, then you get made for no reason at all-"

"Oh I have a lot of reasons to go mad sweetheart." His voice rasped and he took a few steps closer to me. I chuckled in disbelief.

"This is ridiculous." I shook my head and wrnt to leave, but his hand around my arm stopped me.

"You know what's actually ridiculous?" He brought me closer to him. "That I had to spent days avoiding you just to stop myself for looking for you in every corner of this damn school. That I spent hours making this damn potion with the help of Mrs. Pomfrey because I had no idea what to do but I was desperate and wanted you to be healthy again. That I got upset whenever my friends had the chance to talk to you and make you smile in a way I couldn't. That I was a fucking coward for never picking up the courage to follow what my heart wants without putting any other obstacles in fron of me just to not make a fool of myself. Because in all fucking honesty, I'm not deserving of you." His breath was heavy as well as mine, an inch away from our lips touching and my body shook like I was about explode into fireworks.

"Mattheo, what- you were the one who wrote me this letter? And the potion?! why now? Why are you telling me all this now?"

"I realized that no matter what I do, no matter where I go and no matter how many times I'll try to deny it, my heart will only call your name. At first I had no idea what it was that I was feeling or why. But when I knew for sure, I stopped feeling scared to let this feeling consume. Let you consume me." His hand reluctantly reached for my face but stopped midair, like he was expecting for my ok. I carefully grabbed it myself and let it rest on my cheek. His hand was shaking a bit and he looked breathless for a moment.

"All this teasing. Was..."

"The only way I could express my...Love. I know that I was being a jerk and I can't begin to explain how I feel like I want a hole to open now and swallow me hole for even making you feel sad, eben for a second. But you if you want me just as much as I do, then I'm all yours."He admitted.

"I can't believe this happening right now." I whispered. He smiled slightly "Me neither." He rested his forehead on mine.

"I just want to stay like this for an eternity. With you, only with you like this." He mumbled and felt like I was on cloud nine. I couldn't stand it. Couldn't help it. I wrapped mt arms around his neck and joined our lips into a kiss that almost brought us both to our knees.

"Oh my goodness." He murmured against my lips and kissed me fiercely. His arms found place on my waist and he lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

We pulled apart for a moment just to make sure that this was real. That me and him were here together, kissing each other.

"You're like painting that came to life." He stared at me in awe. My cheeks flushed with color and I rested my head on his shoulder. He grinned and smoothed down my hair.

"You're so adorable. See, that's the reason I call you pixie. You're Hogwarts pretty and adorable fairy."

"Mattheo, I can't believe you're actually this sappy." He pecked my nose.

"Only with you. No one gets to see me like this."

"Like what?"

"Like a love struck loser whose in love with the girl of his dreams." He leaned closer to kiss my forehead. I giggled and then realized that he was still carrying me.

"Mattheo you can let me down now-"

"Nope. I love having you in arms. I've been dreaming of this for months let me cherish it." He kissed me again and I grinned in the kiss.

"I love you. So so so so so much." He was llacing kissed all over my face and I laughed.

"I can't believe you're saying these words. But just to let you know, I love you, Mattheo." We both grinned at each other and he hugged me tight, not wanting to let go. Ever again.

So this is what it feels like being in love and to be loved.

I must say I'm proud of this one!! Hope you enjoyed reading 🙌

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