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you belong with me - t.n

y/n pov

theodore nott has always fascinated me. he caught my eye as soon as he entered the train. i immediately was taken aback by his beauty. i couldn't comprehend that such a boy could be so beautiful, especially at his age. he's always been so captivating, but what drew me in the most were his eyes. when he stares at me, it's like everything melts away and it's just him and i.

i'm currently in his dorm, waiting for him to come back from quidditch practice. it isn't unusual for me to wait for him in his dorm, but what is unusual is the way he comes trudging in. what shocks me more is that he isn't alone. his arm is wrapped around some girls waist, his free hand fisting her hair.

they're kissing violently and all i can do is stare in shock, and mostly hurt. i don't even know why my heart aches as i look at the scene before me, but it just does. i desperately wish that girl was me. i wish we was kissing me passionately as if i was the only girl in his world.

unfortunately, all i'll ever be is his stupid best friend.

i clear my throat, alerting them of my presence. when the two pull away, he mutters a curse under his breath. "i didn't know you'd be in here." is all he says, wiping the remnants of her lipgloss from his lips.

i ball my fists as my sides before inhaling sharply. "i'm always in here when you get back, so i dunno what you mean by that."

he shuts his eyes before telling the girl behind him to leave. i hope she trips down the stairs on her way back to her dorm.

when she leaves, he shuts the door behind him, then walks over to where i'm sitting on his bed. "i'm sorry, Y/N, i didn't know you'd be here."

i shrug. "i'm going to go."

reluctantly, he asks, "are you mad at me?" i soften at that, hearing the boyish tone in his voice. deep down, i know theo would never hurt my intentionally, but i just can't get the image of them out of my mind. i'm no fool. i know theodore has slept with countless of women before, but i've never been one to witness it before my eyes.

so i sigh and admit, "no, but it hurt."

he cranes his neck to look at me. hesitantly, he places a hand over mine and runs his thumb over my knuckles. i shiver at his cold touch contradicting my warmth. "hurt?"

i nod, tucking away a stray curl behind my ear. "yes. i know it sounds dumb, but i didn't—" i pause to clear my throat. "i didn't like you kissing her."

he narrows his eyes. "you're hurt because i kissed her?"

"not just her, but all the girls you've ever done anything with." i shyly bite my lip, looking down at my lap so i can avoid his scrutinizing gaze.

"why does it hurt you?" he softly asks, moving his hand to my chin. he tilts my chin up gently to look at him and i'm left pouting. "why does it hurt you?" he repeats, slowly.

"i don't know." i reply, honestly. "but whenever i see you with another girl, my chest tightens and i feel like i can't breathe. i think i—" i can't say it.

"you think you're what, baby?" baby. it's not the first time he's let the pet name slip. he usually only calls me baby when we're cuddle up together late at night or when he's trying to coax me or when he makes me a hot cocoa to help me sleep or when he's— okay, he calls me baby a lot.

  "i think i like you." i whisper. i know i shouldn't fear about what theodore is going to reply because he's never made me feel stupid or less than, but i'm embarrassingly scared of rejection. 

  his lips tilt up into a smile, his eyes crinkling. "you think you like me?" he drawls.

  "uh-huh." i worry my lip in between my teeth, nervously fiddling with the hem of my — his — t-shirt.

  "well, you're in luck because i like you too."

  my eyes snap to his. our gazes connect and i'm about to grin, but then it hits me. "so, then why do you do stuff with other girls?"

  he lets his hand fall from my chin, but he doesn't stop touching me. he places his hand over my knee and softly caresses it. "it never went far, if that's what you're thinking. we never had sex. i do regret it everything i did, though. it should only have been you. and that girl? she stopped by the locking room, telling me she saw you with pucey again."

  "is that why you kept—"

  "—saying i didn't know you'd be here? yes. i would never, ever hurt you like that. i'd never put you in that position and i hate myself for doing it to you just now."

  "you didn't know." i say.

  he shrugs. "yeah, but still. deep down, i was hoping you'd be here, so you can just show me if you felt anything for me, which worked."

  i nudge him in the ribs with my elbow, earning a soft chuckle from him.

  "say it." he mutters, licking his lips.

  "hm?"

  "tell me you love me."

  "i love you, theo."

  "i love you, baby."

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king of my heart | mattheo riddle x reader

song; king of my heart [taylor swift] pairing; duke!mattheo riddle x baron’s daughter!fem!bookworm!reader genre; arranged marriage, fluff, angst, hurt comfort, s2l word count; 11,2k timeline; bridgerton au warnings; minor character death, talk of death, minor character terminal illness, minor character severe injury (involving blood), abusive parents (verbal, neglect, vaguely implied physical), patriarchal gender roles, misogyny, implied ptsd, trauma-related nightmares (nothing graphic), verbal conflict summary; your refusal of marriage led your father to relinquish permission for you to choose your own husband, allowing him to make the decision himself and ensure the most status and wealth possible. the problem? the man he chose for you was closed off and arrogant

this is my longest oneshot yet so buckle yourself up!

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“i made up my mind, i’m better off being alone.”

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Your father hadn’t been pleased with you the last couple of years, as you had refused to attend the many balls of the engagement season. Marriage was not within your interests, no, your interests were with the shelves upon shelves of books in your family estate’s library.

Of course, that did not matter to Baron D/N, as in his mind a daughter should only be at home until she is of marrying age, at which point she moves to her husband’s estate. You despised the patriarchal traditions of your society, but because of those very same traditions, you could do little to change the matter.

“Y/N,” he spoke to you at dinner one night, sat far away from you on the industrial-sized table, “Due to your refusal to find a husband, I have had no choice but to find one for you.”

Your eyes snapped up to him in shock, and you felt the anger in your fingers as they clutched your cutlery tightly.

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i miss you, i’m sorry - k.b

summary: you and katsuki broke up due to his upcoming career as a hero. you’ve just released your debut album and got invited to a well-known event to sing and discuss the new album. little do you know, your classmates would be there with your one and only ex-boyfriend.

pairings: aged up!katsuki x singer!reader (they’re in like their last year of hs.)

“so, y/n, about your upcoming album, we’ve just been dying to ask, but is this inspired by a certain someone?” i narrow my eyes at the question the interviewer asks. i was expecting this, but i still can’t hide the shock on my face. what is it with nosy people wanting to constantly butt into my life? i’m not stupid. i know exactly what she’s implying. she wants to know if my debut album is inspired by my breakup with katsuki. technically, it is, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“more or less. i guess that’s for me to know and for you to find out.” the audience “ooh”’s and i smirk. “well, there you have it, folks! now, while we go on a little break, i dare you to jam out to y/n’s single, ‘i miss you, i’m sorry!’”

the cameras temporarily shut off as an ad plays and i get up prepare on stage with my band. “you guys ready?” i ask them. one of them chuckles, “nervous, but definitely ready.”

“it’s okay to be nervous. i am too.”

“we all know why.” he winks. “i’m nervous because this is one of my first times singing in front of an audience like this and this is live, not because of him.”

“yeah, right.” he replies. i’m about to come up with a snarky reply when my manager walks up to all of us. “you all ready? cameras turn back in 20.”

“minutes?”

“seconds.”

“crap.” i mutter. i plaster a smile on my face and turn around towards the cheering crowd. i grasp the mic and then i hear my manager in my ear piece, counting down the seconds left to start.

“3, 2, 1…aaaaand, we’re live.”

the interview grins. “as you all know, we’ve got the y/n l/n here, ready to perform a single from her debut album, so here goes nothing! break a leg, y/n.” she laughs before the cameras turn to me and the lights dim enough for them to see me and my band.

i inhale a shaky breath, scanning the crowd. “do you remember happy together? i do, don’t you? then, all of a sudden, you’re sick to your stomach. is that still true?” me and everybody here knows exactly who this song is directed to and as the lyrics flee my throat, i don’t dare to hide my anger, but most of all, my heartbreak and love that i somehow still have for him.

katsuki and i were perfect together. we were always together, no matter what. he didn’t care what people thought of us. he didn’t care that his friends teased him for being in love. he didn’t care about how different our goals were in life…until he did.

we broke up last year. or, well, he broke up with me last year. spewed some lies about us not seeing things the same and it wouldn’t work out in the long run. i just don’t understand. he always knew that my long life goal was to pursue a career in the music industry. i made it clear from the very beginning. sure, i was in the hero course and everything, but i didn’t want to be a hero. i did it so my parents would lay off of me already. and, well, it’s too late to back out now since we graduate this year.

and even though, he broke my heart and stepped all over it, i still have immense love for him.

“you said forever, in the end, i fought it. please, be honest, are we better for it? thought you’d hate me, but instead you called and said, i miss you, i caught it…”

a little bit after we broke up, he called me in the late hours of the night. for some reason, i picked up. i couldn’t decline the call, knowing he’d been on a mission that night with best jeanist. i was worried something had happened to him. the moment i heard him utter those words, that he missed me, i was shook to my core. i was frozen. it’s like i couldn’t breath and the words wouldn’t escape my throat. i wanted to, so badly, beg him to come back to me— that i missed him too.

instead, i hung up on him. i begged for him to come back once and he still left, i made a vow to myself that i’d never do it again— no matter how much i wanted to.

“good to each other, give it the summer. i knew, you too. but i only saw you once in december. i’m still confused.”

my heart clenches as the words spill from my mouth. i remember writing this song, a few months after we broke up. i remember sitting up against my bed, every night, wondering why he broke up with me, and i couldn’t control myself as i picked up my songbook and wrote every single thing i felt. this entire album is exactly how i felt when he broke up with me.

my eyes don’t leave the crowd once. i’m about to open my mouth to sing the next verse, but the words get clogged in my throat when my eyes connect with the burning ones i dream about. the ones that belong in distant memories and not in the present. he’s not alone, though. he’s with our— his friends. denki, kirishima, mina, and sero.

“you said, forever, and i almost bought it. i miss fightin’ in your dorm, breakin’ things when you’re disappointed. i still love you, i promise. nothin’ happened in the way i wanted. every corner of this school is haunted. and i know you said that we’re not talkin’, but i miss you, i’m sorry.” i don’t take my eyes off of him, making sure that i mean every single word that leaves my mouth. i still love him and i miss him.

i wish i was good enough for him. was i not pretty enough? he used to tell me i was beautiful. he used to whisper sweet nothings into my ear after our limbs entangled in our sheets. he used to stare at me and smile when i caught him. he used to play with my hair when he was bored or when he was reading.

“i don’t wanna go, think i’ll make it worse. everything i know brings me back to us. i don’t wanna go, we’ve been here before. everywhere i go leads me back to you.”

as i keep repeating the lyrics, my mind drifts to all the times he’d wrap his arms around me and told me i was the greatest thing that ever happened to him— how he promised to love me forever. i remember our shared kisses— how we’d lay down on our sides and stare at each other until the other grew tired. and now, he’s just a stranger i know everything about.

i know how his eyes crinkle when he laughs. i know he’s not as cruel as everybody makes him out to be. i know how bad his anxiety gets and how he needs to go on walks sometimes to calm down. i know how he secretly like chamomile tea and listens to conan gray when he trains.

i know everything about him.

i finally tear my eyes away from him as the audience cheers. i bow and wave before heading backstage to my dressing room.

the next few days are a blur. millions of tweets are being posted about my album and my performance, but more specifically, the look katsuki and i shared as i performed.

a few days ago i was performing in one of the most popular venues, getting interviewed by one of the most famous interviewers, and now i’m sitting in class, studying to be a hero. my friends congratulate me and sing their favorite songs off of the album. and i grin.

my eyes drift to the boy in the corner of the classroom who’s staring right back at me. he doesn’t hide it either. instead, he throws his his head back and continues to stare at me through half-lidded eyes.

“y/n, you’re, like, crazy famous now!” mina exclaims. “no, i’m not.” i chuckle, shyly. “girl, do not play with me! look at this. you’re blowing up!”

she scrolls through a few of the posts until she lands on one of katsuki. it’s a picture of him at the venue. i think he’s looking at me. the photo is captioned, no way he’s looking at her like that when he was the one who broke her heart.

ochaco gasps. “is that…bakugo?”

mina rapidly nods. “yeah, we tricked him into going. he didn’t know y/n was performing and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.”

“ha, bakugo has haters now. it’s about time. i’ve seen too many edits of him. he’s stealing all the chicks, man.” denki says.

“he can’t help that he’s so manly!” kirishima cries, clutching a hand to his chest. “right, bakubro?” he yells.

katsuki rolls his eyes. “shut up.”

“when are you performing again, y/n?!” mina asks, excitedly. luckily, no one brings katsuki up again and nobody mentions anything about the break up. after katsuki and i broke up, everybody was extremely shocked and they didn’t get over it for months— they still aren’t— but i couldn’t take them talking about how cute we were all the time, so i made them swear not to talk about our relationship around me anymore.

luckily, they listened.

“probably after graduation. might be going on tour. i dunno.” i shrug.

“tour?!?!?! our precious y/n is getting out there. you better remember us when you’re all rich and famous!” mina says.

“i will.” i tell them. and i mean it.

hours later, when the sun sets and everybody is asleep, i make my way toward the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. i can’t sleep tonight for some reason. my heart aches and i feel like i can’t breathe. i wish i could be in his arms again. i wish i could feel what it’s like to be loved again— truly loved.

as i’m preparing my tea, i hear a soft grumble behind me. his soft grumble. “that song was about me, wasn’t it?”

i freeze. “what?”

“the one from the other day.” he says. i feel him take a step closer, his shadow looming over me. my back is turned to him, so i can’t see him, but i can feel him. “it is, isn’t it?”

“what do you care if it is?” i don’t mean to snap at him, but the anger i’ve held in for so long— i’m unable to stop it.

“you miss me. and you still love me. i know you do because i love you.” my breath hitches. “katsuki, please, don’t do this to me.” i turn around and push him away from me so i can escape his suffocating presence.

“y/n.” his voice breaks and i feel my walls crumbling. his rough, calloused hand wraps around my wrist. “please.” that one word is what has me turning around and finally looking at him. he looks everything but okay and i just want to wrap my arms around him and tell him that everything will be okay and that i’m here for him.

“what do you want me to say to that, katsuki? i still love you? because i do! with everything in me! but you left me! you left me when i needed you most. because of what— my career choice? sorry, i’m not good enough for you.” i scoff.

his grip tightens around my wrist. “i broke up with you because it wasn’t going to work out. you know that.”

“how the hell do i know that if we never even tried?!”

“it wasn’t going to work. i’m not good enough for you, i was going to end up breaking your heart sooner or later— we both know that.”

“no, because before you did what you did, i never thought that you’d be the one to break my heart. you told me you loved me.”

“i did— i do.” he corrects.

“then, why did you do it? why did you break up with me? and don’t give me that stupid excuse about it not working out.”

he sighs. “come on, y/n. you know me. i’m messed up. i always have been and i always will be. there’s nothing good about me. and you? you’re perfect. look at you. you’re blossoming and you’re growing and i can’t be the one to hold you back.”

and this is where my anger ends. i take a step closer. “‘suki, you’re not messed up. and even if you are, who cares? we all are. even our perfect little class president iida is messed up. i love you— perfect or imperfect, good or bad. i love you. you’re not going to hold me back because you’re growing too. katsuki, you’re going to be a hero soon. you’re already going on missions. hell, you’ve even got fan pages for you. my point is that you’re everything i ever wanted. all i want is you.”

he doesn’t say anything.

neither do i.

i place my hands on his biceps and reach up to peck his lips. it’s awkward at first and he doesn’t kiss me back. but when i pull away, his hand wraps around the back of my neck and his lips crash onto mine. and it’s then that i realize that katsuki and i’s story never ended, and it never will because for as long as i live, i will love this man like breathing. his tongue delves into my mouth and i gasp at the fierceness he doesn’t dare to hold back. i feel the pain he’s held in for so long and i also feel the time we lost.

“i love you.” he mumbles softly as he pulls away.

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avoidance - k.b

summary: y/n and katsuki are best friends, but what happens y/n suddenly realizes her feelings for him and ends up avoiding him, thinking he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings?

(happy ending. suggestive ending.)

catching feelings for katsuki was never on my bucket list. for some apparent reason, my heart chose him. my best friend out of all people. am i crazy for loving him? even though he’s immensely flawed and incredibly rude at times, i find myself enamored with him.

katsuki has never been one for affection, but sometimes he’ll leave me some leftovers of the food he made the night before with a note on it, telling me to eat it before it goes bad. oh, and that time when he got kidnapped by the league of villains and he slept with me in my room for days. there’s also that time when everybody thought we were dating and he didn’t deny it.

am i foolish enough to slightly believe he’s got some sort of feelings for me? probably.

sometimes i catch him staring at me when he tutors me and i notice his walls crumbling, but when he realizes i’ve caught him, he immediately looks away. so, maybe he’s not totally in love with me?

whether he is or not, i cannot be the one to confess and suffer from the possibility of being rejected. so, instead of coming clean about my feelings for him, i avoid him.

i give him the cold shoulder. and i know he notices. or, well, i hope he does.

and i thought it was going amazing. i mean, i avoided him for weeks! although, it was kind of awkward when we ended up in the common rooms alone. or on the rooftop. or on the training grounds.

unfortunately, it didn’t last long.

i’m currently in my dorm, taking some notes with some soft music playing in the background. music helps me concentrate and without ‘suki, i desperately need anything that’ll help me pass this stupid exam.

a knock snaps me out of my thoughts. maybe it’s mina coming to get her headphones back. she accidentally left them here the last time we had a sleepover.

knock.

she knocks again and i sigh. “gee, i’m going!”

when i open the door, mina bakugo stands at my door. he exhales a shaky breath, looking back at me. he looks shocked i even opened the door. unfortunately, i didn’t even know it was him. had i known, i wouldn’t have opened it, no matter how much i truly missed him.

“y/n.” he pushes his way past me and takes a seat on my bed. i scoff, crossing my arms against my chest. “sure, come on in.” i mutter sarcastically, shutting the door behind me.

“what are you doing here, katsuki?” i ask.

“you’ve been avoiding me.” thank you, sherlock holmes. “why?” he runs a hand through his hair, gazing up at me with those crimson eyes.

i shrug. “just needed space.”

“from me?” my heart breaks at the vulnerability in his voice and i instantly regret avoiding him. katsuki has always had a hard time articulating his emotions and even more expressing them, so for him to let his walls down and show me the genuine despair just proves how much he cares for me. “did i do something? look, i’m sorry for giving deku crap again, he jus—“

“it’s not that, ‘suki, and no, you didn’t do anything. i promise.”

“then, what is it? please, help me out here, y/n, because i’ve never felt this way before and i—“ he inhales sharply, rubbing his hand over his chest. i crumble at the sight. i hurt him. in hopes of not getting my own heart broken, i hurt his and now i’ve hurt my own, too.

“oh, ‘suki.” i make my way over to him and wrap my arms around his neck. his head rests over my stomach and he sighs. “tch, i missed you, idiot.” he looks up at me, his ears tinting pink.

“i know. i’m sorry. i missed you.” i rake a hand through his hair. “i just—“

“you just what, hm?” he hums.

“i can’t say it. you’re going to hate me.”

“i could never hate you, y/n.”

a few moments pass of us staring at each other before i decide to finally blurt it out. “i’m in love with you.”

“is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” he pauses. “‘cause you’re in love with me?”

i bite the inner corner of my lip. “uh-huh.” my hand tightens around his hair, but he doesn’t pay any mind to it— not even a wince.

“you idiot.” my heart stops. “i’m in love with you, too. if you’d just told me instead of being a scaredy cat, you’d have known that.”

before i can reply, he reaches up, curls a hand around the back of my neck, and smashes his lips onto mine. he doesn’t waste any time, forcing his tongue into my mouth. i gasp before biting down on his lip. he growls, pulling away from me. “you just made me bleed?”

i don’t apologize nor do i look away from the blood oozing from his bottom lip. “i love you, ‘suk.”

“yeah, yeah. love ya more, brat.”

i chuckle, crashing my lips onto his again, toppling down on the mattress with him.

by the time we’re done, i can’t even remember why i ever avoided him in the first place.

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pictures I posted to get my crushes attention - mattheo riddle version (part 2)

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pictures I posted to get my crush’s attention - mattheo riddle version (part 1)

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Texts between you and bf bakugo.

warnings: bit toxic.

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k.b

summary: best friends to lovers

warnings: angst. fluff at the end.

The day I met Katsuki was the day I fell in love with him. We were six years old. I was at the park, playing with my friends, and I had fallen off the swing when he rushed over to me, asking me if I was okay and if anything hurt. Shocking, I know. But he was so attentive and so caring that day. I nearly forgot how caring he could be as we grew up.

When we reached elementary school, we were as close as ever. I only ever wanted to be with him. During recess, school projects, art. I would even beg my parents to let us have a playdate. Katsuki would always play my dog when we played house and he was so committed to the bit, he’d crawl on the floor and beg to be pet.

Middle school finally came along and he never left my side. Even as the fear of not going to the same high-school together grew. Katsuki got meaner our middle school years. Not to me, necessarily, but to others. He was so cruel and I had to force him to apologize to those he wronged.

And now highschool…My downfall. We got into UA together, but he grew distant from me. He made new friends, as did I, but I kept trying to include him in everything. He’d just blow me off for his new friends. His cooler friends. Even his prettier friends.

Eventually, we just stopped talking. It hurt, knowing he used to know me better than I knew myself and now he doesn’t know anything about me. We’re strangers again. I thought I meant more to him, but I guess not.

Currently, we’re in the common room and I’m sitting with my friends; Midoriya, Ochaco, Jirou, Tenya, and Todoroki. We decided to play truth or dare, but halfway through our game we got interrupted by our classmates.

“What are you guys doing?” Kirishima asks, taking a seat next to Midoriya. “Playing truth or dare. You guys want to play?” Ochaco offers, and I inwardly wince. Bakugo is standing there with his friends. “Sure, come on guys.” Kirishima agrees and his friends sit down with us. I make sure Mina sits next to me, and Todoroki sits on the other side of me so that Bakugo can’t sit anywhere near me.

I avoid his burning gaze and look over at Ochaco to start the game again. “Okay, Todoroki, truth or dare.” She asks the boy next to me. “Uh, truth.” He chooses.

“Is it true what everyone’s been saying about you and Y/N?” I narrow my eyes at her. What is she talking about? I can tell Todoroki doesn’t know either with the way that he’s staring at her, so she clarifies. “That you two have got something going on?”

I feel my cheeks heat at the question. It’s not that we do have something going on, it’s just this question is so embarrassing. Todoroki isn’t bad looking and obviously I’ve had a little crush on him before, but it would go nowhere because my love for Bakugo would never end. No matter what has happened between us. And Todoroki is aware of that. We’ve gotten closer these past few months and he’s become one of my good friends.

He shakes his head. “No. Y/N and I are just close friends.”

“And by close friends you mean…” Mina trails off, waiting for him to clarify. “Friends.” He shrugs.

The girls groan. “This is so upsetting! I surely thought something was going on between the two of you. I mean those late night talks, watching the stars together, pairing up together in class any chance you get?”

“We’re just friends, guys. Now, can we move on?” I spare Todoroki an apologetic glance and he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it.” He mutters.

“Okay, Y/N, truth or dare?” Mina asks. “Um,” I pause for a moments. “Dare.”

“Okay,” she smirks. “I dare you to play seven minutes in Heaven with Todoroki.”

I sigh, “can we do something else, please?” Sure, me and him are close, but they are doing this purposely. Little do they know, I’ve got my eyes set on someone else. Someone who doesn’t reciprocate those feelings for me.

“Come on, Mina, she’s not comfortable with that. Just do something else.” Kirishima steps in when he notices my reluctance. “Thank you.” I mouth to him and he nods.

“Okay, fiiine. I dare you to give Bakugo a hug because he’s looking a little tense over there.” And as soon as she says that, my body tenses and my eyes go over to him, who’s already staring at me.

I shake my head. “No.” Todoroki says for me. Then, I look back over to my friends, “I think it’s time I call it a night, actually.” Todoroki places a hand on my lower back and leans into whisper, “do you need me to walk you up, so he doesn’t bother you?”

“I’m okay. Thank you, Sho. I appreciate it deeply.” I stand up and mutter a goodnight to him and my friends, not sparing Bakugo a second glance.

I’m in the hallway that leads to my dorm when all of a sudden, I’m forced up against a wall. “What the hell?” I spat. And then I look up and realize who has me trapped against his body and the wall.

“What do you want?” I snap. He’s staring at me almost as if he’s hurt. “What is going on with you and half n’ half?” He mumbles, his crimson eyes searing into my soul. “None of your business. Now, let me go.” I try to push him away, but he’s so much stronger than me.

“You’re hiding something.” He says, accusingly. “I’m not hiding anything. Shoto and I are just friends. Now get out of the way. I’m tired.”

“Tired, my ass. Why are you lying?” He narrows his eyes, studying me. I clench my jaw, “Bakugo, I don’t have the patience for you right now. Get. Off.”

He pushes away from me all of a sudden as if I burned him. His eyes are boring into me and he looks almost— hurt? By what? I don’t know. Before I can walk away, he speaks again, “Bakugo?”

“That is your name, isn’t it?” I feign unawareness.

“What is going on with you, Y/N/N?” He asks, in a softer tone. I almost feel bad. And then I remember how quickly he replaced me.

How quickly he moved on from our friendship and got new ones. What sucks even more is I see him and Yao-Momo. I see the way they look at each other. It’s the way I used to wish he’d look at me.

“Don’t call me that. Please, don’t call me that.” I shut my eyes, trying to prevent the tears from escaping. Luckily, he can’t see me because my back is turned to him, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of even hearing my cries.

“What happened to us?” He finally asks the question I know he’s been itching to ask. “Don’t you dare,” I snap, finally facing him. “You happened. You did this. To me, to us. You ruined us.” I try to push him away with all of my force, but he doesn’t budge.

“What?” He breathes.

“You acted like you loved me and then as soon as we got to UA, you dropped me. You replaced me. You stoped talking to me. You didn’t want to come over anymore. You didn’t want to hang out anymore. We didn’t have our late night calls anymore. You didn’t sneak in anymore. You didn’t hug me anymore. You didn’t kiss me anymore. You didn’t love me anymore, Katsuki.”

He opens his mouth to reply, but before I can, I speak. “Don’t act like you didn’t. You got these better friends, cooler friends. Prettier girls were finally going up to you. I see you and her. I see you and Yao-Momo. I see the way you look at her. You look at her like you’d drop anything and everything for her, and she’s great, but I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take it anymore, knowing that it could’ve been us, but instead, I was fooled into thinking you felt something for me.”

“So, yeah. That’s what happened, Bakugo. I’m leaving now, and you’re going to go back to your cool friends and your pretty little girlfriend, and I’m going to be in my dorm, still in love with you.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He finally breaks the silence.

“Sorry?” I chuckle humorlessly. “Do not pull this BS with me, y’know I hate that crap.”

“I’m not. She’s not my girlfriend. She’s nothing to me. I look at her like that because everyday I wish it was you. I know I fucked up, alright? I just…I didn’t want to hold you back. I saw the woman you were becoming. I saw how you were flourishing and how your new friends treated you. I saw how much closer you got to fuckin’ half n’ half, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt, Y/N. I wanted you all to myself, but what the hell could I give you? I’m a mess. I’m angry all the time, I’m violent. I am not what you want. At least he’d treat you right.” He scoffs.

“And don’t you dare, for a second, think that I didn’t love you. Y’know I did. But I couldn’t hold you back anymore. You were growing and I stayed the same, angry boy I’ve always been.”

I choke on a sob. “You can’t decide what I want and what I don’t! All I ever wanted was you! Todoroki and I are friends. That’s it. There’s nothing more to it. And you really think you didn’t treat me right? You protected me from those mean girls in elementary. You stayed by my side 24/7. You took care of me when I couldn’t do it myself. You helped my parents with a bunch of shit. You’d buy me chocolate, knowing it was my favorite, when I was having a bad day. And you think you didn’t treat me right?” I take a step closer to him.

He’s not looking at me anymore. Instead, his eyes are zeroed in on the ground. “Katsuki, look at me.”

He shakes his head. “Please.” I say in a broken whisper. He swallows and finally looks down at me. “I love you. Please, don’t ever think for a second that I’ve loved someone else. You are my everything. You always have been. I want to grow with you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He mumbles. I wrap my arms around his waist and inhale his caramel-y scent I haven’t smelled in forever. “I love you, Y/N.” He rests his forehead against mine. “I love you and I’ll do better this time. I won’t ever leave you.”

“Good.”

Bonus:)

It’s late and Katsuki and I are in the kitchen for a late night snack. He hates to admit it but he’s an amazing cook. “Baby,” I call for him. “Hm?” He hums, focused on his task. “C’mere.” I open up my arms.

He looks over at me in amusement. He wraps his arms around my waist and I wrap mine around his neck. “What’s this for, hm?” He smirks. “Shut up and let me love on you.”

He chuckles. “The pancakes are going to burn, sweetheart.”

“Let them.” I mutter, bringing him in for a small peck.

“As much as I love you, I don’t want the building to burn down. So, give me a sec.” He leaves a small peck on my neck and walks over to the stove.

I’m so in love with him.

[cutieebabyy]

Mattheo Riddle - jealous

Warnings: angst, fluff?

Summary: Y/N and Mattheo are best friends and he can’t hold in his feelings anymore when Y/N spills the beans about a guy who asked her out.

Mattheo is my best friend. We’re together twenty-four seven. I can’t even date because that means spending time away from Matt, and he’ll get moody. We’re currently in his dorm room and it’s now that I should probably tell him about what happened this afternoon. I’m a bit frightened. I know how he’s going to react. He’s going to shut down on me and he’s going to act all weird and then act like nothing ever happened. He’s talking to me about what happened earlier in Potions when I suddenly interrupt, “Matt.”

He lifts his head from my lap with furrowed brows. “Yes?” He asks. “Promise you won’t be mad when I tell you this.” I avoids his questioning gaze, fiddling with my fingers. He notices and forces my hands onto his hair. I play with his curls when he says, “I can’t promise you that. Just spit it out, Y/n.” He grumbles.

“Matt.” I whine. He lets out a sigh, “I’m not making empty promises. Now just say it.”

I roll my eyes, “So, you know Adrian right?”

“Pucey?”

“Yeah…” I bite the inner corner of my mouth, nervously. I’m so afraid he’s going to lash out. Matt is everything to me and I can’t imagine losing him. “Well, he— ugh, he asked me to accompany him to Hogsmeade on Saturday.” I feel him tense and inwardly curse at myself. I shouldn’t have told him. “Did you accept his offer?” He asks, but his voice is cold and distant.

I’m hesitant, but I manage to form a nod. “Yes.” He scoffs, sitting up. “Well, you two have fun.”

“Matt, please don’t be like this. I can’t be single forever.” I cup his cheek, but he turns away from me, letting my hand fall from his face and to his bed. He shrugs, “Like what? I’m fine.” I scoff, “Seriously? You do this every time? Can’t you just be happy for me?”

“Get out of my room.” His voice is calm, but I can tell he’s far from calm by the way he’s clenching his fists. “Mattheo, you’ve got to get over this thing you’ve got going on! You’ll always be my best friend, I promise you that. I would never do anything to hurt you, and I’d understand if you were upset because Pucey isn’t a great guy, but you do this for every single guy!”

Maybe I’m overreacting, maybe I’m not. I just want Mattheo to talk to me, to help me understand. “How blind can you be?” He mutters. His voice barely above a whisper and I wouldn’t have heard him, had I not been awaiting a response from him. “Matt,” I say softer this time, placing my hand on his bare shoulder. “Talk to me.”

He reaches up and tangles our fingers together, making me sigh in relief. In all honesty, I wish it’d been Mattheo to ask me to Hogsmeade. I had been pining after him since I was a little girl, but decided enough was enough my sixth year. He never showed me any interest like that and the rumours of him sneaking girls in and out of his room didn’t help either.

“I can’t.” He squeezes his eyes shut as if it tortures him. “Please, I beg you, just open up to me. Tell me what’s making you upset. Is it Pucey? Is it because you’re scared I’m going to replace you? What is it?”

He shakes his head, making me even more curious. What is he hiding? What secret is he, so desperately, trying to protect? “Mattheo, look at me.” I say, sternly. I want to wash away his pain and make it my own when he looks over at me. I furrow my brows. What is it that’s making him like this? “Y/N,” his tone is pleasing with me not to force him to tell me.

He shuts his eyes. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.” All I can focus is on those words. He’s in love with me? I can’t…what? “No, you’re not.” I chuckle, a habit I have when I’m nervous. “Mattheo, quit joking around like that. I can’t take it.” I frown, shaking my head. “I’m not joking around, Y/N. I’m in love with you.” This time, he’s looking me straight in the eyes and I can’t deny the fact that he seems to be telling the truth. But my mind can’t wrap around the concept.

My best friend, Mattheo Marvolo Riddle, cannot be in love with me. He’s charming, sexy, witty. He’s got to have some other gorgeous girls wrapped around his finger, ready for him. Not me. “You’re lying. I don’t believe you.”

“Y/N, I’m in love with you. Don’t tell me what I am and not doing, y’know I hate that.” He cups my cheek. “Tell me you feel the way, baby, please. I can’t take this aching pain anymore. I can’t hold it in anymore. I’ve tried, for years, to not ruin our friendship with my feelings, but they’ve just grown stronger. I can’t stand to hear you talk about other guys.”

“But…what about Daphne? Or Pansy? Or—“

“What the hell are you talking about?” He cuts me off. Rudely, at that. “The girls you’ve slept with.”

He’s taken aback when he hears the words fly out my mouth. “I’ve never touched another girl, except for you.” He shakes his head with a scoff. “I would never do that to you.”

“I’m in love with you, too, Mattheo.” The words that have been lodged in the back of my throat for ages are finally relieved to escape. “Do you, really?”

“Yes.” I smile. His lips form a sly grin, “you’re not joking with me, are you?”

“Why, I never.” I place a hand on my chest, feigning shock. He rolls his eyes. Before I can process anything, his hand wraps around the back of my neck and he forces his lips onto mine. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.” He groans into my mouth.

“I love you.”