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aravenclawrites · 4 months ago

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-,' 102 || m.r ',-

synopsis: in which mattheo is hopelessly in love with you, someone he simply can't have.

ela’s note: hihi, im working on reqs rn but here's an angsty oneshot w our boy mattheo!! it's based off the 1975's unreleased song, 102 :)

warnings: not proofread, angst, cursing, terrible descriptions of smoking, no happy ending, lazy ending, reader has a boyfriend, parties, mentions of drinking and fighting, many mentions of smoking, unrequited love, uhhh lmk if there's anything else

word count: 1.4k

mattheo held the cigarette up to his lips to take another drag, he looked down at the box, only seeing 4 out of 10 left. shrugging, he stuffed the box into his back pocket. he only bought that box an hour ago.

he slowly inhaled the grey fog, thinking of all the problems he had going on. being busy with O.W.L exams he didn’t want to care about but had to, his parents, and of course, you.

he entered the common room again, seeing dozens of students fucking around, getting drunk, dancing, and singing at the party. he swiftly made his way to the couch he was sitting at before taking a smoke break. enzo, theo, and draco looked at him to acknowledge him before returning to their usual shenanigans.

the only reason he had smoked so much in such little time was because of you. you and your stupid little boyfriend who you loved so dearly. your dumb boyfriend who didn’t know you the way mattheo did. your idiotic boyfriend who could never love you the right way.

mattheo wasn’t sure why you loved him. what was it about your boyfriend that he didn’t have? what did your boyfriend have or do that earned the purest look of love from you? the one mattheo could only dream about?

he watched you slip away from your boyfriend to take a breather from the party. so, in a moment of courage, he got up from the couch yet again, following you into the corridor.

“hey. i like the look of your shoes, didn’t get the chance to compliment you.” he said, watching you slump against the wall.

“that’s a really stupid way to word a compliment.” you laughed, grinning back at the boy. you watched him pull out another cig, “those are terrible for you,” you said.

“your boyfriend smokes,” he retorted, lighting the roll.

“and i scold him every time for it,” you reply, taking mental note of the bitterness laced in his voice. “the same way i do for you.”

you and mattheo always argued about his shitty habits. the fighting, the smoking, the blowing off classes, the late night drinking, all of it. after all, you cared about the boy.

as many times as you two argued about those things, though, mattheo could never bring himself to listen. always drowning out your scolding since he was too busy admiring the slight frown on your lips or the creases your eyebrows formed, along with the eyes he had fallen in love with.

“it’s not that bad, you honestly don’t have to worry.” mattheo exhaled, ignoring your comments.

“everyone thinks otherwise,” you argue, “you need to slow down. seriously.”

“oh, c’mon. they’re just saying that. i’m not half as bad as what you've been told.” he rolled his eyes, indulging in the 7th cigarette in that hour alone.

“you know it’s a problem,” you frown, “i don’t know why you continue.”

mattheo did know it was a problem. he know all of his terrible habits were slowly eating at his life.

but how else could he cope? how could he distract himself from the feelings he had for you that tore him apart?

you sigh again, knowing you wouldn’t be able to get through him, “i’m gonna head back, i’ll see you around.”

mattheo bit back the urge to yell your name, to ask you to stay for even a moment longer. he held back though, keeping his lips wrapped around the cigarette.

—

“mattheo,” you sighed, staring at the broken boy in front of you. “it’s 1 in the morning. what are you doing here?”

“was close, gettin’ drunk and high. my dorm feels s'far away.” he said honestly, slurring his words a bit.

“come on, come inside,” you said, opening the door wider. mattheo sat on the foot of your bed, putting his head in his hands. “drink some water.”

mattheo didn’t even realize you had already retrieved a chilled bottle of water until you handed it to him. he quickly downed the cold water, refreshing his throat of the alcohol burn and smoke. he looked to you, a concerned face painting your features.

he subconsciously smiles as he noticed your pajamas; flannel pants, and a perfectly fit shirt. he took note of your sleepy expression and slightly messy hair, trying to commit the sight to memory, hoping the image of you would be burned into his eyelids if he looked long enough.

“why’re you smiling?” you smilied back slightly, noticing his gaze. “and what are you doing getting drunk and high?” you flicked his forehead. “i’ll walk you to your dorm, c’mon.” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.

—

now you and mattheo, along with enzo, theo, and draco, were trying to study for your O.W.L exam in 2 weeks. you were all sat at a table in the library, late at night, with different books and notes scattered across the table.

despite what mattheo did, he couldn’t take his mind off you and the memories he shared with you.

“mattheo...” theo dragged, “what ingredients go into amortentia?” he asked once again after he noticed he had mattheo’s attention again.

“yeah, yeah, i’m not sure– sorry, mate.” the curly haired boy rubbed his eyes, “im gonna go have a smoke.” he said before abruptly leaving.

“5 minute break, i guess.” enzo shrugged, leaning back on his chair. you followed

mattheo out, watching him light his cigarette in the corridor.

“what’s up with you?” you questioned, impatiently crossing your arms.

mattheo raised a brow, “do you want some too?” he asked, holding the bud closer to her.

“no, i hate that shit, remember?” you frowned, fanning smoke out of your face while he pulled his arm back.

“sorry- yeah, i knew that. i don’t know- im not really thinking.” mattheo sighed, he opened his mouth to explain more but was cut off.

“what’s going on with you? if you don’t care to study for the exam then don’t. you’re not forced to be in the library with us.” you snapped.

“no, its not that, i’ve just been stressed with a lot.” he admitted, “and on top of that, there’s you.” he still wasn’t thinking, instead, more focused on blowing the smoke out of his lungs.

“what?” your face fell at the sudden confession.

his eyes grew wide upon realizing what he said. “no. wait. i didn’t mean you’re the problem.” mattheo countered, panicking at what the sentence could have insinuated.

“then what?” you were almost begging for an answer, looking at the boy with so many different emotions.

“well, i… i like the cut of your jib.” he said, stumbling. the words that came out of his mouth would have had you looking at him as if he was insane if you weren’t aware of what his phrase meant.

he liked the cut of your jib. he liked you. he liked the way you looked, the way you spoke, the way you carried yourself. he liked your personality, your demeanor, and you.

he just confessed that he liked you.

in reality, though, his feelings were much, much more than like.

“what..?” your voice disappeared. you didn’t share those feelings, you were already in love with somebody else.

“and i know you love your boyfriend, and i hate him because you look so pretty yapping about him. and-”

“break’s over!” draco called out to you two in the corridor.

you and mattheo looked at each other. mattheo sighed and walked away, presumably heading to his dorm or some other place far away from you and your friends. you went back to the library, trying to forget the conversation you just had with mattheo.

—

you two hadn’t spoken since the study session, which had been over 2 weeks now. he had been sitting in his dorm, recovering from the intense O.W.L exam he had taken a few hours prior. he sorted through his closet, searching for something to wear to a party.

while searching the closet, he found one of your shirts that you left at his house after a shower, long before your boyfriend came into the picture.. the shirt smelt like you, and it was making him feel sick and feverish.

even while at the party he was contemplating what he was going to do with himself now that you wouldn’t speak to him.

he eventually decided that having you only as a friend would be better than not having her at all.

he impulsively called you at 1:02 am, knowing you’d be awake since you never really got a lot of sleep anyway.

matty didn’t remember a thing, since it hurt too much, but somehow the conversation ended with you two of them chatting for hours about your boyfriend.

knives pierced his heart cruelly, listening as every word created another wound. but he didn’t care, he didn’t mind that he would be making himself wanna die. he only cared about you, and he proved that as he would be helping her get your stupid boyfriend’s attention daily.

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aravenclawrites · 4 months ago

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-,' 4:32 pm || l.b ',-

synopsis: in which you're trying to study with enzo

ela’s note: first piece on this account (YAYYY), this is so much shorter than what i usually write but trust me, i'll have more content eventually

warnings: short, fluff, stubborn and sleepy reader, established relationship although not mentioned

word count: 265

“no, sectumsempra is the spell that was made by the half-blooded price,” enzo rolled his eyes before pulling out his textbook.

“it’s densaugeo, lo, i remember this.” you scratched your head in a way that screamed that you were irritated.

“right here.” enzo’s finger laid on a few sentences under the heading labeled sectumsempra. “i’m sorry, love, but you’re so wrong.”

you took a second to read the words that he pointed to, over and over, making sure you weren't hallucinating.

you swore it was densaugeo.

“i hate your guts.” you flopped back into your chair, putting your head in your hands and jokingly screaming to emphasize your annoyance.

it was 4:32 pm on a random friday, and on monday, you two had a huge defense against the dark arts test.

“no you dont.” lorenzo sighed, putting the textbook away and looking over the material you two needed to know.

“i’m not even supposed to be here, i was meant to have my nap 15 minutes ago.” you frowned.

“well, we have to study,, and our weekend is occupied.” enzo said, softer than the previous sentences he exchanged with her.

“i know,, but i physically and mentally cannot do this when im running on 5 hours of sleep.” you sat up, resting your head on loenzo’s shoulder.

"fine," lorenzo sighed, grabbing his jacket and wrapping it around you. “i expect you to wake up in 15 minutes.”

“yeah, yeah. just wake me up, trust the studying will be dealt with.” you leaned into enzo more, allowing the sleep to finally take over before knocking out.

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