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Better than Revenge | Mattheo Riddle [8]

24 hours. That was all the time Y/N was giving herself to find a way to be able to save Mattheo. She knew that using the cruciatus curse on his own mother, and Voldemort's most loyal, would come with consequences.

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Y/N Nettleby (Gryffindor house)

Warning(s): a couple curse words, mentions of hexing, cursing, and beating, a little steamy scene? (if you consider it that), ooc Mattheo, surprise allies? not accurate descriptions of potions.

viii. "He is in love"

Chapter Eight

Note: I just felt the need to tell anyone who reads this that I am aware that there is no counter spell for the killing curse... but this is a fanfic for a reason. be kind please, because I know that it does not exist in the Harry Potter world... that was my own little twist.

Word Count: 3.7k

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24 hours, that was all the time that she was giving herself to be able to save Mattheo or distract Voldemort’s army from killing the boy. Using the cruciatus curse on Bellatrix would no doubt get him in deep trouble, not even with only his parents but Y/N’s parents also. How could she sneak into the Riddle mansion without being caught? She had never stepped foot into that place before, but she knew there was a spell somewhere that could help her get there. 

“Think, Y/N, think.” She mumbled to herself as she rummaged through the closet back at her apartment. It has been searched previously. A window had been busted out, she noticed when she arrived, and the bedroom was unorganized and looked as though people had been searching for her. “Here it is.” She mumbled when she pulled a small box out of her messy closet. 

The small box contained what her and Mattheo had been working on. While it wasn’t proven to work… why not try it out on Voldemort’s army? It was a bad idea, but it was the only one she had. Mattheo, being the one to come from a dark wizard family, could see where she was going with her plan at that time. He was even unsure if it would work, but he knew it was worth a try. To make sure she had everything, she went through the box, nothing the difference between his handwriting and hers. She picked up one of the vials that he had labeled for her, noticing the way he had written that night when creating them. 

-Flashback-

“Y’know, this might be the best idea you’ve had.” Mattheo mumbled watching the cauldron start to bubble. A sign that it was time to do the next step. 

“I just hope it works.” She replied knowing that her idea was a hit or miss. It wasn’t guaranteed to work and even then, it may not work the way the two think. 

The pair added the ingredients until their potion was done. The idea of her plan working way a plus. It would help Harry and her friends, along with helping Mattheo. Once it was done she had instructed him to write the labels for her while she filled the bottles and vials with the potion. It was merely an experiment, but one that could save many people during the impending war if it worked. Once they were stored and labeled, Y/N pulled out a small box and started putting the research journal and potion in said box to keep it safe. 

“What are the chances?” She whispered shutting the box while purposely leaving multiple vials out. She whispered a charm to lock the box and not allow it to be unlocked with any common spells known to every witch or wizard. “Is there any hope for it to work?” 

Mattheo studied the box in the girls hand before glancing back up at her, “It’s never been heard of.” He admitted. “But if there’s anything I know, it’s how smart you are. You would definitely be the one to find a loophole.” He assured meeting her eyes as he spoke truthfully. 

Y/N gave him a small smile before sitting down the box and picking up the extra vials sitting out. Without saying anything she held them out towards her boyfriend. “I want you to take these.” She mumbled urging Mattheo to grab the vials in her hand. “Keep them, in case you are ever in a place to where you may need it.” She added. She hoped Mattheo would never be in a situation to where he would consider using the potion but she never knew. Especially not with his parents. “If you don’t want all of them, you can give one to my brother, Draco, and Theo.”  

Mattheo gently took the extra vials from her hands and tucked them in his pant pocket knowing there was no need to argue with her. “It’s bad.” He admitted as he leaned back on his hands. “Your parents are trying their best to locate you. My parents are making plans for me to help them end the blood-traitors.” He explained. 

“You mean, the Weasley’s?” Y/N asked knowing that she had heard that term used previously from her parents. No doubt has she heard it from Draco as well. Mattheo nodded his head knowing that his girlfriend wouldn’t like the idea. He didn’t even like the idea. “Should I be worried?” 

“About your friends?” He asked thinking that’s what she meant. 

“About you?” She replied. 

Mattheo shrugged, he tried to look relaxed and cool. The only problem with his facade is that Y/N had gotten good at reading him like an open book. “Depends.” He mumbled not knowing exactly how to answer. “I know my place in my family… this army business.” He assured not going into much detail. 

“Did you-“ Y/N cut herself off from asking but she still rubbed her arm knowing what she wanted to ask. She was sure it was there, especially since Draco was fully one and no doubt her brother. 

Mattheo didn’t say anything knowing what she was asking. He leaned forward a bit to pull his arm from behind him. He carefully pulled his sleeve to his shirt up, showing the mark the branded his arm. Y/N knew he had gotten it but part of her was still hoping that he hadn’t. Being the son of Voldemort, it was a given that he would have to get the mark. To swear his undying loyalty to his father and his plans. 

After a few moment, Mattheo pulled his sleeve down and moved to stand up. “I should probably go.” He spoke, getting up from the bedroom floor. 

Y/N stood up with him so she could walk him to her front door. Her stomach tightened, knowing that she didn’t know when she would see him again. “If you or one of you try it… you’ll have to let me know if it works.” Mattheo nodded not saying nothing. Probably sensing he would get in trouble if anyone knew that he had something he planned to keep concealed. “Hey,” Y/N called quietly to gain his attention. “I love you, no matter what.”

-End-

Y/N’s eyes stayed trained on the bottle that contained the liquid. She wondered if they had to use any of it yet and if it worked. Instead of thinking too much, she put a few vials in her pocket and sealed the box back, hiding it once again. She didn’t know exactly where she was going, but she could figure out enough. At least she hoped. 

Giving a once over around her apartment again, she sighed. Her nerves started to heighten knowing what she was fixing to walk into. With one last sad look she made her way to the front door to try to go save Mattheo. That was until she ran into something hard outside of her door. 

Y/N’s heartbeat sped up, noticing the black attire to the person who stood in front of her. But to her relief when she got to the face, it was one she knew all too well. “Theo.” She breathed out trying to catch her breath and calm her nerves. “What are you doing here?” 

Theo looked slightly stunned at the girl for willingly being in her home. “Draco and I were suppose to search your house.” He replied. Y/N could tell that he had not expected to run into her. “Draco refused after we left the manor, saying he’ll be a house or two down.” 

Instead of focusing on the Nott boy’s plan from the death eaters, part of her was glad to run into the boy. “I need your help.” She stated. Confusion fell onto Theodore’s face hearing her say those words. “But first, is Mattheo okay?” 

Realization dawned on the boy, “You’re the reason he cursed his mother.” It wasn’t uncommon for the younger death eaters to be left out of the loop on certain things. But it would make sense as to why they wanted the two to come search her house again. “Honestly, I haven’t seen him since last night.”

Y/N gave him a knowing look, “I need you to sneak me into the Riddle mansion.” 

Theo’s eyes went wide before he started shaking his head. “No way. They’ll hurt you or worse… and then if Mattheo survives he’ll kill me for helping bring you there.” 

“I wasn’t asking.” 

*time skip*

“Is this seriously the best plan you could come up with?” Theo muttered as Y/N, in otter form, crawled into boy’s cloak pocket. It worked that she was a small-clawed otter, or else she would’ve been too big to fit in his pocket. 

Draco and Theo walked back into the gate of the Riddle Manor, where Voldemort had made his headquarters. Also where he had been hiding out trying to gain power. Theo and Draco had given their findings to one of the main death eaters who seem to report to the ‘boss’. The mansion was dark and a gloomy and uneasy feeling settled over the girl who had shrunk back as far as possible in Theodore’s cloak. She had thought that her home was awful and scary, but she couldn’t even compare her old home to this. It’s like as soon as Draco and Theo entered that the happiness was sucked out of her and she felt void. 

It wasn’t surprising, given that Voldemort was someone who couldn’t love. Especially being in his home where the walls felt eerie from the dark magic. That was what hisself and the house were made up of, dark magic. If y/n was honest, then she would be shaking in her boots if she was walking into this place. 

“He’s just a boy. Why don’t you give him a break and return to punishment later?” A voice was heard down the hall. “He said he didn’t want him killed.” 

The voice of Bellatrix fought back to the original woman before she finally gave up and walked away. Letting her curiosity get the better of her, she let her head peak out to see Mattheo’s mother walk away and Narcissa Malfoy stand there looking solemn. 

Y/n shrunk back down in the pocket once the two boys approaches Draco’s mother. The last thing she wanted to do was be caught, but the corridor was so dark, how could she? Draco talked to his mother for a moment before the pair walked away. 

“He’s down this hall.” Theo whispered so low that she almost missed it. 

“Mr. Theodore Nott.” One of the death eaters spoke. Y/N could feel him stiffen from her place in his pocket. “Master seems to think you brought someone with you.” 

“I don’t know what he’s talking about.” Theodore replied coolly to not seem suspicious. 

While he was distracted, Y/n took it upon herself to run down his backside and run down the darkened hallway. Only to find a cell like door at the end, without even checking to see if it was the right one she ran in. Her heart dropped in her animal form upon seeing a beaten up Mattheo. She thought his fights at school had been bad, but this time he had been beaten until he looked… horrible. Blood, bruises, and cuts lined his body and face. The white shirt he had been wearing ripped and bloody. That was just the physical appearance, she knew that they had used hexes and curses on him as well as punishment. 

Mattheo was sitting in the floor, back and head against the cement walls. His breathing was ragged and his eyes closed. Y/N carefully crawled up his leg making him open his eyes and look down to what was tickling him. Upon seeing her, his eyes widen slightly his head shaking, “no, no, no.” he mumbled seeing the animal sitting on his lap. “I’m in here because I wanted you far away from here.” He whispered yelled to the animal. 

Y/N ran off his lap before changing back into herself and looking him over, “I couldn’t let them kill you because you protected me.” She whispered back moving back towards him. “I need to get you out of here.” 

Mattheo shook his head, “I’m not going with you.” He denied still trying to catch his breath and recover from what his mother did to him. “I cannot risk them finding you. You need to get out of here as fast and as quiet as you can.” 

She shook her head, “I am not leaving you.” She denied. “If they want to kill you… they can kill me too.” 

Mattheo shook his head, “This isn’t some love story, Y/N.” He snapped harshly but still quiet enough to not draw attention to his cell-like room. 

She shrugged not fazed by his attitude, “maybe not. But I don’t want to live my life knowing that they hurt you… or worse killed you because of me.” 

Mattheo went to reply before they both heard a whistle and footsteps of one of the death eaters heading towards the cell. Without thinking, Y/N grabbed onto Mattheo’s ripped shirt and used the apparatus spell to get them away from the Riddle Manor. 

The pair popped up in the muggle city, many normal people walking by. A few curious eyes looking towards Mattheo and his appearance. They had landed here because she had thought about it due to her and Hermione talking about it at the burrow before the wedding. She hurried and pulled the boy towards the ally way where she had heard was wizard apartments. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” Mattheo snapped as Y/n let go of his shirt and waited for the door to appear. “Are you trying to get killed?” He seethed. She ignored him as she walked into the door and towards the front desk, she showed her card to the wizard at the front and he handed her the key to the room she knew too well. 

Once she dragged Mattheo into the room, she placed a charm on her and Mattheo to where they couldn’t be tracked. Regardless of dark magic or not, a spell she had saved from one of her families books. Perks of coming from a family of death eaters. She had also locked the door with a spell that would be harder to break than the common ones. 

“Why would you do that?” Mattheo snapped not caring about the spells, charms, whatever she had placed over the apartment they were in. 

“Because I love you, you idiot.” Y/N snapped finally getting tired of his anger and attitude from her saving him. “We both know that they were going to end up killing you, regardless if that was the plan right now or not.” She yelled back finally letting her frustration out. “I knew-I knew I had to get you out of there and lucky for me Theo showed up to my house-.” 

“Theo? Theodore’s the one that helped you?” Mattheo asked his anger still very evident in his tone and his face. 

She nodded, “yes. I hid in his pocket… to be exact.” She replied crossing her arms and eyeing the boy across from her. 

Mattheo huffed and shook his head, “What did you kiss and make up?” He muttered the question like he was between annoyed and jealous. 

She raised one of her eyebrows, arms tightening where they were crossed. “What’s that suppose to mean?” She asked even though it was rhetorical. “I risked my life to save you… why can’t you just be thankful?” 

“That’s exactly why I’m not thankful!” He snapped making her flinch for the first time. “I knew what I was in for when I cursed Bellatrix and… I didn’t want you to come save me because I want you safe and far away from there as possible.” 

She didn’t miss how he called his mother by her first name. She understood though, because now she didn’t view her parents as parents anymore either. “I don’t want to be safe if that means I’ll never see you again.” She argued back knowing that he still wasn’t calming down. 

“I don’t want to be saved if it ends up with you dying!” He argued further. “I would rather die than have to live life without you, merlin, I love you. Isn’t it obvious?” 

Y/N froze. Her argument back froze on her tongue as she watched an exhausted Mattheo run his hands through his hair. The hardness in his eyes fading away as he looked over the girl in front of him. “You said it.” She finally murmured out, quiet and shocked to actually hear those words come out of his mouth. 

Mattheo nodded slowly, “I did.” He confirmed. His anger slowly faded away as he watched her go through multiple emotions. “Took me long enough, huh?” He joked with a slight huff of a laugh. 

“You said you loved me.” Y/N replied, eyes still slightly wide like her mind is still processing. 

A small smile made its way on his face as he watched her process those words, “I do love you.” He confirmed to hopefully make her believe that he actually said it. “I mean, for the longest time I thought I couldn’t feel like that but you proved me wrong.” He added softly in hopes of helping her out of her shock. 

Her eyes slowly returned to normal as she bit back a smile, “you love me.” She confirmed back as he, yet again, huffed out another laugh and a nod. 

“I wouldn’t take a good beating and curses for anybody but you.” He added making her give him a sad smile. “Which reminds me… you think you could patch me up with your wand? They took mine.” Y/N nodded, going back to not saying much as she stepped forward and healed what she could with her wand. After a few moments, what could be healed was and she took a step back with a small smile. “I’m gonna shower… you didn’t happen to think of clothes perhaps?” 

Y/N gave him a nod and a small smile, “I did.” She assured as she went towards the closet in the one bedroom and grabbed some clothes for him. 

“Thank you.” He told her softly. 

He stepped forward and gave her a small kiss on the forehead before walking around her and into the bathroom. The door shut with a ‘click’ and the sound of the shower turning on made her finally move again. She was for sure down bad for the boy and nothing would ever change that. That was one thing she was sure of. 

Without overthinking, she made her way to the bathroom as quiet as possible. She slipped off her clothes and climbed into the shower with him. He had successfully cleaned off of the blood from his face and body, now only left with a few open wounds that magic couldn’t heal fully along with a few deep and dark bruises. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” He murmured making her take her eyes off his bruises and move up to meet his. A small smirk laid on his face making her feel like the old Mattheo was still in there, behind all the hurt and chaos that his father and mother had caused. 

Without saying anything back to the one she loved, she stepped forward her arms going around his neck. She pushed herself up and locked her lips with his, afraid that she would shy away from him and run out of the shower if she didn’t. Her hands reached up to play with his hair as they kissed, his arms going around her waist to pull her closer. After a moment they pulled away, leaning their forehead’s together to not pull away completely. They stood there, not saying anything, just being in each other’s presence. His arms around her waist tightened to get her as close as possible not wanting her to go anywhere. After a few minutes they finally moved so they could finish showering. 

After the shower they got dressed, with Y/N getting out first and leaving the bathroom before Mattheo had gotten out. Once she went back out into the bedroom she climbed into the big bed. It had been a chaotic 24 hours and she was more than ready to crash. Mattheo had joined her a few moments later coming out of the bathroom with shorts on and no shirt. Once he was situated, he pulled the girl closer to him. 

“It worked.” Mattheo whispered. His voice heavy with exhaustion as he watched the way she played with his fingers that lay on her waist. She stopped her movements, turning to face him wanting to know what he meant. “She tried to ‘avada kedavra’ me and nothing happened.” He added. 

“But Narcissa said-“ Y/n started but he cut her off. 

“That she wasn’t suppose to kill me?” He asked softly his arms tightening around the girl when her hand came to rest softly on his face. “She tried… guess thats the first time she disobeyed my father.” 

“Are you sure it was the potion and not because you’re her son?” Y/N asked softly not wanting to think about a time where if the potion she made hadn’t have worked that she wouldn’t be with him right now. “Maybe she didn’t actually want to cast it.” 

“She doesn’t care about me.” He whispered rubbing circles on her back with his thumb. “It was green so…” he trailed off knowing that she did indeed try to end him. 

“I was almost too late.” She whispered as she looked over his face. The face that she almost didn’t get to see again. 

Mattheo shook his head softly, “you’re so smart. The smartest person I know.” He complimented trying to get her mind off of the confession he just made to her. “You’ll be the one to go down in history and dark witches and wizards are going to be go mad.” He added moving his hand to brush the hair out of her face. 

Y/n didn’t say anything and just leaned in and kissed him. She didn’t know what the coming days would bring, but she knew she didn’t care. As long as she got to be in the arms of Mattheo and they got to stay together, that was all that mattered.  

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The First Unraveling | G.W [1]

Going back to Hogwarts after what happened the previous year, with the tri-wizard tournament and Voldemort coming back; Y/N Potter was wanting a calm year before death eaters tried to attack. The ministry of magic had other plans by placing Umbridge as a teacher at Hogwarts. What's worse than her detentions? To Y/N it's having the guy she's been crushing on since third year, suddenly choosing to be around her all the time.

Love, Me | O N E

Pairing: George Weasley x Y/N Potter (Fem! Potter! Reader)

Warning(s): a few curse words, ootp movie spoilers, this basically being an introduction to her and George, slow burn!

Note: I hate the summary and how I ended this chapter. I should have split some parts up because the first two - three pages on word are literally exact order of the phoenix scenes but I promise I added my own in there. I wanted to give a good "back story" before jumping in which is why I would honestly consider this like a "pre-chapter" to chapter 1, but I didn't do it that way. It's a kind of slow burn so... also the next part will be better.

The golden Trio and Y/N are also aged up! I don't think anyone's age will be mentioned in this chapter or this series but just in case, I'm writing them as of age. Again, it's not exactly state and it's just my thoughts while I am writing it. 💜

Word count: 4.1k

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Y/N wasn’t quite sure when it happened. Maybe it was before second year when they came to bust her and Harry out of their aunts house. Maybe it was third year when they gave her and her brother the map to get to Hogsmeade. Whenever it had started, she couldn’t put a finger on it. All she knew was that she had an utterly helpless crush on her friend’s older brother. 

“What are we going to do now?” Y/N asked Harry as the two headed to the second floor where Mrs. Weasley had told them Ron was waiting. 

“I haven’t gotten that far.” Harry mumbled back. 

“If they don’t believe Voldemort’s back, then there are definitely going to be consequences.” The slightly older girl stated to her brother. 

Harry didn’t reply, instead pushed open the door to the room where Molly had told the two to wait. “Harry, Y/N!” The twins were immediately wrapped in a hug by their friend. Y/N wrapped her arms around Hermione to return the hug. “Are you alright? We heard them talking about a dementor attack.” 

“Let them breathe, Hermione.” Ron spoke up once the Potter’s shut the door.

“The hearing, It’s outrageous. I’ve looked into it and they simply cannot expel you two. It’s unfair!” 

“There’s a lot going on in our lives.” Y/N spoke up as she walked forward and sat down on the bed that Hermione was previously waiting on. “Lucky for me I wasn’t there with Harry and Dudley when the Dementors showed up.” 

Y/N hated that her brother was under the heat of the ministry, but she was beyond happy she had stayed in the house that day. Simply because her anxiety would not be able to handle the thought of never returning to school with her friends. 

“Theres definitely a lot going on at them moment. So, what is this place?” The younger Potter asked as he glanced around the room. 

“It’s headquarters.” Ron replied. 

“Of the Order of the Phoenix. It’s a secret society. Dumbledore founded it back when they first fought you-know-who.” Hermione explained to the twins. 

Y/N let out a huff looking at two of her friends, “This would’ve been nice to know. Instead you’ve left us with our aunt and uncle who despise us.” She muttered crossing her arms. 

“Y/N’s right. You couldn’t have told us with a letter or anything?” Harry asked the two friends. 

Ron sighed giving Harry an apologetic glance, “We wanted to write, mate, we did but-“ 

“Dumbledore made us swear not to tell you two anything.” Hermione explained. 

“Dumbledore said that? Why would he want to keep us in the dark? Maybe we could help. After all, We’re the ones who saw Voldemort return, we’re the ones who fought him.” Harry explained his annoyance showing through. 

“We’re the ones who saw Cedric Diggory get killed.” Y/N mumbled adding on to Harry’s rant with the sight that still haunts her. She would never let on like it did, but the thought of the death eater placing her and Harry’s name in the cup makes her anxious knowing what their magic could work around. 

She was knocked out of her thoughts to the appearance of the Weasley Twins popping up beside her. She jumped a bit at first, startled since she was distracted. “Harry, Y/N.” Fred Greeted. 

“Thought we heard your dulcet tones.” George joked as he sat himself on the bed beside of Y/N who gave the twins a knowing look. 

Fred kept his gaze on the youngest Potter, “Don’t bottle it up, mate. Let it out.” He encouraged jokingly. 

“Anyway, if you’re all done shouting-.” 

“Do you want to hear something a little more interesting?” Fred gave the group a mischievous look. 

The twins held up an ear that had a a string attached to it and then another ear. One of the things that could allow others to eavesdrop on conversations. The group then went and huddled around the stairs so they could hear what the order was saying. “If anyone has the right to know it’s Harry and Y/N. If it was’t for them we wouldn’t even know that Voldemort was back.” The voice of Sirius could be heard through the ear that Fred was holding. “They’re not babies, Molly.” 

The Potter Twins looked at each other knowing that their Godfather was more than willing to give them the information about the Dark Lord. Y/N would like to have stayed in the dark if her and her brother weren’t the ones who were in the middle. She would have rather have the adults listen to Mrs. Weasley, but that couldn’t be because she and her brother were the ones to witness his return and to see him. 

“They’re not adults either!” Molly argued with Sirius. “They’re not James and Lily, Sirius.” 

“They’re not your children.” Sirius retaliated to, who the group assumed, was Mrs. Weasley. 

Molly huffed, “They might as well be.” 

The oldest Potter scooted herself a bit closer to George, seeing as she was standing in between the twins,  to make room for the youngest Weasley when we got to the group. Y/N gave the girl a slight smile as a greeting while Harry greeted Ginny with a simple “Hey, Ginny.” The group kept on listening in. Hearing Sirius and the order go back and forth with each other before Snape’s voice could be heard. 

It was a surprise to Y/N to hear the voice of Snape, but she wasn’t against the idea. After all, Gryffindor’s had issues with him, but she seemed to be an exception. Maybe it was because she looked more like her mother than Harry, or maybe it was simply because she wasn’t as outgoing as other Gryffindors. Whatever the matter, she wasn’t complaining that he never gave her a hard time in class. 

Their listening was cut short once Hermione’s cat, Crookshanks, started playing with the ear. Which led to the cat tearing the ear off the listening device. Hermione and Ron bickered a bit about the cat as the group dispersed in the Black household, waiting for the order meeting to conclude. 

“Hey, Y/N.” The voice of George Weasley spoke up as everyone went their separate ways. Fred was off, probably angry over the cat, and the rest of the group had went back in the room that they had met in. The oldest Potter turned to face him and gave him a slight smile to let him know that she was listening. “Are you alright?” He asked carefully, softly, like he knew deep down the secrets she hid. 

She nodded, “As good as one can be.” She replied. Her mind flashing back to when her and Harry had almost gotten in trouble for their names in the goblet, then the tasks, and finally, the maze which led to the graveyard. She pulled herself out of her thoughts before revealing herself to the one in front of her. “Not everyday you try to get killed by an infamous dark wizard.” She tried joking, hoping it would hide her inner thoughts and feelings. 

George let a weak smile show up on his face, one that doesn’t appear very often. “Do me a favor, yeah? Don’t hide how you’re feeling.” He whispered to the girl so no one could eavesdrop even if they wanted to. “It’ll all bottle up ’til the top explodes.” With that he gave one last saddened smile before turning to make his way to his own twin brother. 

Y/N stood there for a moment, her cheeks slightly flamed. She hoped there was no color on her face at all and it was just her feelings. She knew that he was talking about her emotions and feelings from the twi-wizard tournament and everything. He was definitely not talking about her crush on him, but little did he know, she made herself have plenty to deal with. “Hey George,” She called before he went to enter the room. The ginger turned to face her, awaiting what she was wanting. “Thank you.” 

The eerie darkness from Grimmauld’s place didn’t help the nightmares that the girl had been having. Everyone was asleep, the house, quiet and dark. It matched how she felt if she were honest. It felt lonely, the same inner feelings she tended to carry. She knew no one made her feel like that on purpose. It was complicated, everyone being friends with her twin, Ron being the slightly awkward one around girls, Hermione obviously having a crush on Ron, and Ginny having a thing for Harry. Whether the two other girls in their friend group would admit to their crushes, it was obvious, at least to oldest Potter. She tended to feel like the fourth wheel most of the time. Something she would never tell anyone. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” A voice came from the shadows breaking the girl out of her thoughts. She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. The warmth creeping up her neck was enough. 

She shrugged at his question, “I slept a bit…” she mumbled pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders. “Sometimes my mind won’t shut off.” she added to help him understand. 

“Do you mind if I-“ He started softly, pointing to the spot on the sofa beside of her. She shook her head and patted the spot to let him know that he was welcome to join her if he really wanted to. “A lot to take in, isn’t it?” He asked whilst getting comfortable. 

Y/N let out a sigh, “I hated my life before finding out about Hogwarts, but part of me wonders if it would’ve been for the better.” She mumbled. A thought she had before but she was too scared to admit it. She knew George wouldn’t speak of it again though, which is why she laid it out on the table. The older boy opened his mouth to speak but closed it, not exactly knowing how to respond. “I know, not very Gryffindor of me.” She added fixing the way she was sitting. 

It was true. She sometimes thought that the sorting hat made a mistake. The hat decided in no time that she was to be placed in Gryffindor, but she wondered if she would’ve fit better as a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. It would make sense, with her not really liking the idea of going against Voldemort. When it’s all said and done, who would want to go against the ‘Dark Lord’ anyway. Y/N didn’t view herself as brave, courageous, or noble; but she could see how she may fit seeing as she is often very determined and can be quite, daring, when given the opportunity. 

“Anyone would be nervous to be where you are.” George replied in hopes of making the girl feel better. Before tonight, the two were familiar. They spoke sometimes and held brief conversations. But they never had quiet, soft, deep, meaningful conversations. The kind that Fred would make fun of his twin for having, or the ones that would make Ron disgusted for his friend having with his brother. Truth be known, Y/N never opened up to anyone much. Not even her own brother… her own twin. “No one wants to go up against… Voldemort. That’s why the ministry is denying his return.” 

She knew he was right. The ministry wanted her, Harry, and Dumbledore to be lying in hopes of nothing happening. No matter what they wanted though, the dark wizard was back and people needed to prepare. He wanted to take over the wizard world when they were babies, and his motive definitely hasn’t changed any. “I’ve been having nightmares.” She admitted to the younger Weasley twin. A small flush forming where she didn’t want to admit it to him but she wanted to tell someone. “Since I saw Cedric die… since I witnessed him come back.” She murmured her eyes closing for a moment. Usually she could get through anything but this time it was different. That one event changed everything in her life and everyone else’s in the wizard world, whether they knew it yet to not. 

George didn’t say anything at first. He just kept his attention on the girl beside of him to register her emotions. “You’re not going mad if that’s what you’re thinking.” He spoke softly noticing the way her facial expressions changed. “You went through a traumatic event, if anything you’re too normal.” 

She let out a small laugh at that, “too normal, huh?” 

George’s eyes widen slightly at how mean that sounded when she said it out loud, “not in a bad way… just considering what you’ve been through.” 

“On that comment, I should probably try to go to bed.” She teased a bit fighting back a yawn as she stood up and stretched. “Thank you… again.” She added softly and sending him a smile as she headed towards the creaky stairs. 

“Hey, uh, Y/N.” George called softly and low enough to not bother anyone but to get the girl’s attention. “If you ever need someone to listen…” he trailed off hoping she would get what he was trying to say. 

The smile on her face turned a bit shy at what he was getting at, “Thank you, George.” She told him yet again. “Really.” With that she turned and went up the stairs in the room that her and Hermione were sharing.

Y/N was hoping that being back at Hogwarts would ease her mind and help her relax a bit. That wasn’t happening, at least what she could tell. She wasn’t sure if it was the information Harry had given her about the trial or if it was everything that was looming around. The stares her and Harry were receiving around the castle weren’t helping either, if anything they were adding to everything she was dealing with. 

“Are you alright?” Hermione asked noticing Y/N glancing at a couple Slytherin boys who were pointing and whispering about her and Harry. Upon hearing Hermione she turned her attention back to the Gryffindor table to notice George waiting for a response. 

Her eyes flitted over to Hermione before nodding, “Oh… yeah.” She lied plastering a fake smile on her face. “Slytherins are… Slytherins.” She mumbled. Her gaze moving down to her plate of food. Feeling like there was a hole burning through her face, she lifted her gaze and met George’s questioning one. Him giving her a knowing look like he could read her. 

Luckily, before he could speak up Dumbledore stood up to start the announcements. “Good evening, children. We have two changes in staffing this year. We’re pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking care of Magical Creatures while Hagrid is on temporary leave. We also wish to welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Delores Umbridge. I’m sure you all will join me in wishing the professor good luck.” Before Dumbledore could go on with his announcements the woman dressed in all pink walked up and stood in front of Dumbledore’s podium. 

“She was at my hearing. She works for Fudge.” Harry leaned over and whispered to Y/N, Ron, and Hermione. 

The moment her voice opened, Y/n cringed. The fake sickly sweet tone made her want to gag and shiver at the same time. “Thank you, Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome. How lovely to see all your bright, happy faces smiling up at me. I’m sure we’re all going to be very good friends.” 

“That’s likely.” Fred and George mumbled while the ministry woman kept talking. 

Umbridge kept talking for a little bit longer, but Y/N zoned it out knowing that the real issues had just began. Something about the woman talking rubbed her the wrong way. Maybe it was the fact that she works for the ministry… or maybe the woman was pure evil. Whatever the reason, she was sure that it would all be out in the open soon. 

After dinner was done, the whispers in the castle seem to get louder. Probably because most of the students were heading to their common rooms and it was crowded trying to leave the great hall. Y/N had slowed her walk, wanting to get to the back to stay away from the drama and people whispering about the Potter Twins. When she walked into the common room she came across harry and Seamus having a fight. 

“Don’t you dare talk about my mother like that.” Seamus told the youngest Potter when Y/N entered the common room. 

“I’ll have a go at anyone who calls me or Y/n a liar.” Harry argued back. 

“Harry, it isn’t worth it.” Y/N whispered as she walked up to her younger brother. “Leave it be.” She urged with pleading eyes. 

“What’s going on?” Ron asked once he got in and noticed the twins whispering to each other and everyone just staring. 

“They’ve gone mad is what’s going on. Do you really believe the rubbish they’ve come out with about you-know-who?” 

Y/N stepped around Harry to head to her dorm, there was no way she was going to be in the middle of a fight. Especially not this soon. “Hey Seamus!’ She called with a little mocking tone in her voice. “If we’re lying… how about you say his name?” Y/N taunted before turning around and jogging up to her dorm. Could she have come up with a better come back? Probably, if she wasn’t exhausted. All she wanted to do was lay down and try her best to get some rest before classes began in the morning. 

“Oi! Y/N.” Fred Weasley’s voice spoke up as Y/n entered the common room after running to the prefect’s bathroom after her first detention with Umbridge. Defending her brother always seemed to get her in some sort of trouble. “Can I interest you in puking pastilles, free of charge of course.” He offered holding the skiving box out towards the girl. 

“Not now, Fred.” She brushed off, gently shoving the box away with her good hand and pushing back towards the older Weasley twin. She would have felt bad if she wasn’t exhausted, in pain, and in a bad mood currently. 

“Are you alright?” George asked taking in her demeanor and body language. It was clear to anyone that you weren’t alright. The Potter twins were the talk of the school, that the two were going crazy and trying to cope with Cedric’s death. The nightmares were still occurring except, Voldemort’s voice was becoming blatantly obvious in the dreams making her afraid to sleep. 

Y/N huffed, “Would everyone stop asking me if I’m alright?” She snapped loud enough for the whole common room to hear her. All eyes turned to the area of the room she was at with the twins and Gryffindor kids who were buying things off the Weasley twins. “I can’t do this right now.” She muttered as everyone’s eyes stayed on her. She grabbed her bag strap until her knuckles turned white and headed back out of the common room and towards the library. She needed time away to breathe. 

Getting to the library through the whispers, teases, and jokes was a nightmare. At least for Y/n whose social fuel was running on empty. The year had just started and she was already excited for the year to be over. She didn’t want to be back home with the Dursley’s but it would beat having to be talked about at every corner here. 

In the corner of the library, her bag laid on the table. Not one book on the desk as she glared at her injured hand. Harry’s hand was bad too, but he didn’t do as many sentences. Mainly because Y/N was petty and didn’t want to let the devil in pink think that it bothered her as much as it did. She knew it would take longer to heal than Harry’s, simply because she had written three pages, front and back to prove a point. 

“What the bloody hell happened to your hand?” She sighed knowing that he always seemed to follow her or appear when she felt as if she needed to be alone. Maybe that was a sign that she didn’t need to be alone or maybe it was the universe telling her that someone cared, because to her it sometimes felt like they didn’t. 

She let out a humorless laugh at the question, “that’s what happens when you defend your brother in class and say Voldemort’s back.” She muttered, exhaustion clear in her voice. “You get detention with Umbitch.” 

“Detention? That’s what that is?” He asked as he carefully picked up her hand to inspect the damage of the so called “detention” 

After a moment, Y/N pulled her hand back and cleared her throat. “It’ll heal.” She mumbled her jaw clenching as she accidentally moved it the wrong way. “It’s my fault anyway. I should’ve stopped when Harry did. I shouldn’t have tried to prove a point.” She leaned back in the library chair and clicked her tongue. Her eyes stayed on her hand but as her anger and frustration died down, guilt was slowly creeping in. “I’m sorry.” She apologize, lifting her eyes to meet his. “You’ve been nothing but nice to me and I freaked on you and Fred.” She explained noticing his confusion. 

George shrugged it off, “Forgotten.” He assured noticing the way her eyes were glassy and drooping. Signs that her body was exhausted and she was tired. “Are you sleeping?” He asked the question but he felt as though he knew the answer. 

Y/N sighed rubbing her good hand over her face, “not very well.” She admitted almost against her will. The last thing she needed was to have a Weasley following her around worrying about her, even if it is the one she used to dream about. The one she had a stupid school girl crush on. If she wasn’t so exhausted she probably would’ve been a blushing mess. If she didn’t have to worry about an impending wizard war then she would probably be beyond excited to have the attention of said Weasley she had a crush on. “I’m fine.” 

George let out a sound between a snort and a humorless laugh, “sure and I’m actually Fred and the older twin.” 

“George,” 

“Y/N.” 

“I’m fine.” She stated looking directly into his warm eyes. His eye narrowed at her not understanding why she felt the need to lie to him. 

George leaned closer to the girl. She sucked in a breath not expecting him to get that close to her face. “I’m calling you a liar.” He replied, reading her like she was an open book. She truly didn’t understand why it mattered. Harry was good at hiding his feelings and she would be too if she could get a decent amount of sleep. Y/N pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows slightly, “look I’m not here to pester you.” 

“Could’ve fooled me.” She grumbled. Annoyed that he willingly called her a liar. 

“I’m trying to make sure that you are alright.” George finished ignoring her commentary while he was trying to think of the right words. “I know it’s annoying being asked all the time, but when I ask… I truly want to know.” 

She leaned back, surveying him. Last year, she would’ve fainted if he would’ve given this much interest in her. After all, it’s all she’s wanted since third year and here it was. Even if he didn’t want her the same way she did him.  “I don’t need anyone to watch over me.” She stated crossing her arms. 

“Merlin, woman. Just let me check on you.” George muttered slightly annoyed. Why was he trying so hard? He didn’t even know. “You don’t have to be so stubborn.” 

She wasn’t used to letting people in, regardless of what her friendships looked like. Regardless of her emotions and her feelings for the Weasley across from her. 

It was going to be a long year, for her and George. 

[kinzis-writing]

It’s almost that time of year and I’m so excited! 🧡🖤🤍 there’s nothing better than Football and the months that end with ‘ber. 👏

With that being said I’m getting back into writing and I’ve been working on NFL men imagines along with a few stray Harry Potter short fics. 🤌 I’m beyond excited for this season. 🫶

With football I know pre-season has started but nothing beats when the full season starts. Don’t get me wrong, we’ve been watching pre-season games as well. My apartment is a divided house. I’m a bengals fan (Who Dey!), my best friend is a Bills fan, our other roommate is a Chiefs fan, and my other friend who *practically* lives with us is a Vikings fan. Game days are interesting to say the least! 😅🤣

[kinzis-writing]

Love, Me | George Weasley ⚡️ Masterlist

Being the sister of "the boy who lived" was hard, being his twin and being "the girl who lived" was even harder. It was easy to get cast in the shadows, especially when Harry was the outgoing and louder sibling. Y/N was more in the background, or so she felt like it. That was until fifth year, and a certain Weasley had his mind made up that he was going to make her feel heard, wanted, and seen for who she truly was. Little did he know how hard that would be. Especially since Y/N Potter was someone who barely opened up to anyone, but some how George changed that.

Pairing: George Weasley x Y/N Potter (Fem!Potter! Reader)

Warning(s): ootp movie spoilers (like first two chapters), mentions of detentions with Umbridge, slight slow burn, few curse words, Voldemort, death eaters, wizard war, mentions of tri-wizard tournament/graveyard, mentions of character death (no major), maybe some slight sexual material if you squint?

Note: This is the master list to this series. It is currently unknown how many parts it will be. I am working on it and I am so excited. What I should have made the prologue is part of chapter one. The first chapter (or two) have many "order of the phoenix" parts in it along with some of the plot. It should've been like a pre-chapter 1 chapter. I didn't do that though. also most of the parts won’t be edited until after the series is over and then I’ll go back and edit it! Tag list is open as well! 💕

Chapters ⬎

↳ i. The first unraveling

[kinzis-writing]

So I’m working on a George fic and it will either be posted after my Mattheo series is over, or if I feel like I can write both. If anyone reads this and is interested in a George Weasley short series, Which one would y’all rather see?

George Weasley x Muggleborn! Reader

or

George Weasley x Potter! Reader

I have the plot planned for both of them but I don’t want to write both right now. George x Potter! Reader will have the golden trio aged up a bit because it would be Harry’s twin or reader and Harry would be a very close in age, like 10/11 months apart.

[kinzis-writing]

Hi! 🩵

It's been about a year, so long time no see. I have been writing again on the down low, they are all just drafts on my computer. Writing honestly does help me with my anxiety so that is a big part of why I do it. I honestly love it. With that being said, I just uploaded the 7th chapter/part to my Harry Potter series. I am still writing for NFL, TG:Maverick, and Harry Potter! I have just been having a HP marathon with my friends lately and got back into writing it.

I am going to go through and clean up my page a bit to make it easier to find my works. I am going to keep the requests that I have finished, if you have previously requested from me and you don't see it on my page then I have deleted it. You can always request again! No one can bother me, I assure you so feel free to request again if you really want me to write your request! I am giving myself some time from the day you request to get the story finished. Time depends on the works that I am currently working on.

Anyways, it's good to be back!

[kinzis-writing]

Better than Revenge | Mattheo Riddle [7]

The end of their sixth year had come and gone. Y/N could feel the darkness of the death eaters plans everywhere she went. A war was coming, and one thing she wasn't expecting was to lose the boy she loved so soon. Maybe it was for safety or maybe he couldn't handle the heat. Whatever the matter, no one thinks clearly with a broken heart.

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Y/N Nettleby

Warning(s): mentions of death (Dumbledore), Timelines not adding up, kissing a friend that's not Mattheo, mentions of injury, mentions of ambush, deathly hallows pt.1 spoilers.

vii. "Look what you made do."

Chapter Seven

Note: Please do not hate me after you read this! I had to redo what I had previously written because it had been almost a year. This is still very much a Mattheo fic, but I had to add something to mix it up. I apologize in advance... Hey y'all! It's been a hot minute but I finally got this uploaded. I did not tag anyone who wanted to be tagged in the series, because it had been so long and I did not want to be annoying. That being said, If you still want to be tagged just let me know I will sure tag ya still or add you to the list. I hope you enjoy and I wish I could have made this chapter a bit better for y'all but we got some... things coming if you couldn't tell. 😅

Word Count: 4k

*Taglist is still open, it has just been about a year since I last posted to this story that I didn't tag anyone. Let me know if you are still wanting to be tagged and I will fix it!*

*Not proofread or edited, (I typed this fast so I apologize) and GIF is NOT mine*

Series Masterlist

It was quiet. Eerily, quiet. Y/N hated the quiet especially not knowing the next move of her parents or her boyfriend’s dad’s followers. After leaving Hogwarts, things escalated quickly. The ministry was taking everything seriously, people were walking around wearing dark marks and not even trying to hide them anymore. A sure sign that his followers were growing and seeing as these were witches and wizards who didn’t care to use dark magic, worried the girl. Living by herself did not help the situation they were sure to be in soon. 

The cozy apartment she had moved into after classes were over, no longer felt safe. She made sure that no one knew where she was going after school ended. She had kept in contact with the golden trio and Mattheo, wanting to limit the access of people to her whereabouts. It was only a matter of time before someone figured out where she was staying, but she would live in the safe space of her home as long as she could. 

The clouds in the sky didn’t help the eery feeling. The rainstorms popping up like the end was near and it was just a little reminder. Turning her attention away from the window, Y/N picked up the wizard newspaper reading over it. News about dark marks, muggle families being murdered, and Dumbledore’s death. All the news was tragic and the lingering fear stayed knowing that it was about to get worse. 

The whistle of the tea kettle on the stove made her jump slightly before going over to turn off the stove and remove said kettle. Tea usually made her feel better, but she wasn’t sure if it would have an affect today. Right as she was heading towards her living area, a knock on her front door sounded. The girl swallowed thickly before sitting her tea cup on the entrance way table. Having her wand ready, she opened the door ready to hex whoever was on the other side. 

“Y/N!” The voice of Ronald Weasley squeaked as he raised his hands in surrender. “Bloody hell woman, don’t hex me.” He muttered as him and the rest entered when she moved out of the way. 

“I’m sorry! I’ve been on edge lately.” She muttered closing the door and locking it behind the few that walked in. The Weasley twins, which she had somehow started developing a bond with, had came along with Ron, Harry, and Hermione. “I wasn’t exactly expecting visitors.” She added as the group headed into the living area. 

“Not even riddle?” Hermione questioned softly knowing that the two were still somewhat together. 

Y/N wouldn’t lie, their relationship had been strained. Mainly because he wanted to be distant in hopes of keeping her parents and his father away from the girl. “No.” She mumbled, getting up to grab her tea in hopes they would change the subject. “Things are… complicated right now.” She shrugged sitting back down with her tea. 

“We were on our way to Harry’s old place.” Fred spoke up to change the subject. Y/N shot him a thankful smile before looking around at the group. 

“We have an idea on what they are going to make us do,” George spoke up causing Harry to give him a confused look. 

Fred nodded knowing that they knew a little bit more compared to the golden trio. “Since his army is already after you, or they will be. We think it’s a great idea for you to head to the burrow.” He finished with his twin agreeing with him. 

“What about you?” Y/N asked Hermione wondering why they didn’t want her help if they were okay with letting Hermione help. She understood the fact that her parents have been on the lookout for her, but she honestly thought that she could be of help. “I can help you.” She assured the small group of friends. 

Hermione shook her head, “Y/N you came back to Hogwarts with bruises all over after one weekend home,” She started making Harry and Ron remember that time she went to the dinner where she was told to spy on the Weasley’s and Harry. “Not to mention that your parents are already looking for you, and the dark mark.” She mentioned knowing if she were caught she would be killed or be forced to have the mark. 

Y/N sighed knowing there was no use in arguing with the group. Their minds were made up, “Let me change.” She muttered before standing up and heading to her room. She quickly changed into a casual outfit and out of her pajamas so she could look presentable to Molly and Ginny. She grabbed an extra change of clothes in case and started to leave her room until something gold caught her eye. 

A letter, just laying on her bed with a gold wax seal. My Beloved Y/N, written on the outside in Mattheo’s unmistakeable writing. With shaky hands, she picked up the letter and gently tore it open. 

Y/N, 

This is the last thing I wanted to write to you about. I was hoping to tell you in person, but seeing that I’m sure you will be with the other side helping Potter I know writing was easier. It is better for us if we do not continue with our relationship. It’s safer for you and it ensures that I have no connection to you. Being loved by you was the best experience I ever had in my life. Maybe in another lifetime I can show you what it’s like, or maybe at another point in this lifetime. This is me keeping my promise to you, no one will harm you as long as I’m around. I don’t care which side you’re on, you are always safe with me. Maybe in another lifetime I wouldn’t have been a coward. I would have left my father and mother, and fought alongside you. In a perfect wizard world I would have come from a normal family, I would get to love you properly, and we would end up married in some timeframe. However, I born to the one people fear most. You deserve better, go find someone who doesn’t put you in harms way. Finally, I want you to know that even though it is hard for me to say it… I do in fact feel that certain type of way about you. I’m sorry I could never say it. Goodbye my love. 

Mattheo. 

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest. How did the letter get here? Why couldn’t he just stay from a distance? Why was he talking like she would never see him again? The girl did not even realize she was crying until she noticed the letter getting tear stains on it. 

“Y/N is everything-“ Hermione’s voice broke the girl out of her thoughts. She quickly wiped her eyes so her friend wouldn’t notice, well she hoped. “What’s wrong?” Hermione asked noticing the tension in the room. The muggle-born looked at the letter that the girl was holding. “What is it?” Y/N shook her head knowing that if she talked she would cry. There were many more problems in the wizard world right now that needed addressing before her broken heart. So, instead of telling Hermione, she let the girl read the letter that she had just opened. “I’m so sorry.” She mumbled as she handed the letter back to Y/N. 

“It’s fine.” Y/N replied and then cleared her throat. “Let’s get me to the Burrow.” She added with a faux smile and walked out of her room while throwing the letter in her bag. 

*A few hours later* 

The gang had all returned to the Burrow, following the plan to get Harry safely moved to the Weasley household. Everything had went okay, well, as okay as it could be. George had lost an ear during the plan and Mad Eye Moody lost his life. It didn’t sit right with Y/N, the fact that she was suppose to be one of the people in the air trying to kill Harry last night. Also the fact that George could’ve lost an ear to her parents, her brother or her ex-boyfriend for that matter. 

Y/N couldn’t sleep, all she did was toss and turn. She didn’t want to wake Ginny or Hermione. So here she was, leaning against the kitchen counter at Burrow, looking at the sky as if her parents would swoop down and take her with them. She shivered at the thought. She would die if she got captured by them because she would refuse to help them hurt her friends. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” Y/n jumped at the sudden voice. She turned her attention way from the window to look at who had woken up. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” He added. 

“It’s okay.” Y/N replied crossing her arms around herself. “It’s your house anyway.” She added looking over the older boy in front of her. His head bandaged to help heal his ear (where his ear was) , there was only so much magic could do when getting hexed using dark magic. 

“Fred and I live in Diagon Alley actually.” He corrected softly moving over to stand a bit closer to the girl. “Above the shop.” He added so she would know that they had moved out of the Burrow. 

The 18-year-old nodded her head remembering the joke shop. To her, it seemed like they had gotten plenty of business. “I’m sorry.” She finally spoke up. She knew she didn’t have to apologize for his accident, but she felt guilty. 

“For?” He asked, confused at what the girl would be sorry about. 

“Your ear.” She replied. “I know I didn’t do it, but it could’ve been my parents or my brother… or even Mattheo for that matter.” Y/N silently winced at the thought that her brother or ex would be the one to take George’s ear or to hurt her friends in general. It was something she didn’t want to believe but it was very possible. 

The younger twin shook his head, “don’t worry about.” He shrugged it off knowing that the girl didn’t have anything to do with it. Of course, it was easier said than done. Knowing that if she had been sorted into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor, she would have been in the sky tonight with the death eater mask on. “How are you?” He asked carefully. 

Y/N figured that Hermione had told them about her break up, or at least told Ron who told everyone else. “I’m okay. It wasn’t anything that I didn’t see coming.” She replied dropping her hands to her side. “Sometimes polar opposites attract and sometimes it ends in disaster.” She mumbled 

“You’re too sweet for a Slytherin anyway.” George mumbled as he acted like what he said was nothing special and it was obvious. “These events just prove that you are far from the family you come from.” Giving her a small smile to ensure that he wasn’t judging. 

Y/N gave him a small smile back, “that’s why I can’t sleep.” She admitted. Of course the ear thing was on her mind, but there was another reason. One that she thought about since the meeting with her parents months ago. “I could have been one of them in the air tonight… trying to destroy you lot.” She murmured. 

“but It wasn’t-“ 

“But it could have been!” She all but snapped in a quiet manner to not wake the house up. “Harry, Hermione, and Ron were my friends before any of this started. I would have never forgiven myself if I didn’t run away and something would’ve happened because of me.” 

“You ran away! You just admitted that you ran because you didn’t want to be apart of it.” George returned making the girl huff out of exhaustion. “You aren’t like them and the sooner you realize that, the less guilt you’ll feel .” 

“You don’t need to try to make me feel better.” Y/N whispered knowing that her guilt had no place. She was worried about her friends and especially the Weasley’s. They were like a family to her and she knew that anything could happen in the coming days. 

“Love,” George started with an endearment he hadn’t used for her since they met. It had been about 4 months since she had started hanging around the Weasley twins regularly. “It’s not your fault.” He softly reminded again taking a step closer to the girl.

Maybe it was the heartache or maybe it was the fact that someone was actually truly seeing her emotions through and through. Whatever the reason, Y/N had already decided to let her careless side be in control by standing on her tip toes and placing a kiss on the Weasley Twins lips. Was she still in love with Mattheo? Yes, and she probably always would be. However, the letter meant they were over, at least for the time being, making her live on the edge. No one knew what tomorrow would bring and who’s to say that she couldn’t blame reacting on emotions. 

Y/N pulled away after a moment, and cleared her throat unknowing what to do or say. “I should probably get to bed.” She mumbled a blush creeping on her cheeks at what she had just done. “G’night George.” She whispered as she stepped away from him and slowly headed back towards the stairs. 

“G’night Y/N.” George mumbled still in a daze from what had happened. 

*two days later*

“What the hell was I thinking?” Y/N panicked to Hermione after telling her about what had happened with George two nights ago. Bill and Flour’s wedding was today and it partly felt a bit wrong due to the timing of it all. Besides that, Y/N had successfully avoided the Weasley twins after that night not knowing what to expect. 

Hermione gave the girl a look, “You kissed George. So what? I think it is cute.” As the two helped each other with their dresses. “Look, why don’t you just see where it goes. You don’t have to start dating.” She explained. 

Y/N nodded slightly, “I need some air.” She muttered making her way down the stairs only to walk in on Harry and Ginny kissing. She slowly started backing up until she noticed George leaning against the kitchen sink with a cup of tea and his toothbrush sticking out of the bandage around his ear. 

After Harry and Ginny walked away from the situation, Y/n entered the kitchen and shook her head amusingly as the youngest twin. “You’re awful.” She laughed a bit before walking around to make herself a cup of tea. 

George carefully removed the toothbrush from his bandage and turned to face the girl, “you’ve been avoiding me.” He mumbled bringing his cup to his lips. 

“No…” Y/N trailed off after she finished making her tea. She locked eyes with George as he gave her a knowing look. “Okay, fine, maybe a little.” She mumbled before taking a sip of the piping hot liquid. “I don’t normally go around kissing my friend’s brother, especially not when I’m freshly single.” 

George huffed out a laugh of amusement, “It’s fine, love, no harm done.” He promised with a bright smile on his face. “Emotions can make wizards do many things.” He added to make sure the girl wasn’t embarrassed. Once he finished his cup of tea and sat it down in the sink he turned to face the girl one last time before leaving the house, “If you ever need a distraction… I’d be happy to help again.” He added a wink before heading out to go help the other men with the tent for the wedding tonight. 

*hours later

It was dark out, the moon and stars being the only source of light outside of the tent they were under. The wedding had been lovely and now they were celebrating with the people they cared for most. Some witches and wizards were sitting around at the table whilst others were gathered around the dancing couple. Everyone seemed to be having a good time and for a moment, it felt like life was normal. That there was no impending wizard war fixing to happen. They were just on another break and would be off to Hogwarts for their last year, but Y/N knew that it was far from the case. 

Y/N could feel a couple of the wizard guard’s eyes on her as she kept her focus on the moon, something about it seemed to draw her in. Maybe a type of magic that no one knew of? Who was she kidding though, she didn’t know what it was either. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” The all too familiar voice asked. His tall and slightly lanky figure stopping beside her trying to see what had her attention. 

“It almost feels normal.” She spoke turning her gaze over to the Weasley boy beside her. She would be lying if she said a big part of her didn’t miss Mattheo. She missed him very much, and her heart still ached. She just knew how to hide it pretty well. “Tonight, I mean. Like the wizard world isn’t about to have another war.” She mumbled. 

“S’understandable.” He agreed knowing that the wedding was a risky event, but he would’ve done it and went along for any of his family members. “I didn’t want to scare you earlier… in the kitchen.” He trailed off watching the girls confused expression turn into realization. 

“You didn’t.” She promised. 

“I was hoping not, but I thought I should come check.” He laughed a bit. 

Before either one of them could say anything else chaos had erupted which sent the two back into the tent. It started with a ball of light talking about the minister of magic being dead and then death eaters started popping up. 

“Harry get out of here!” Y/N yelled as well as Remus trying to push Harry away and towards Ron and Hermione. “Y/N!” Ginny shouted as magic went whirling towards the girl who bent down just in time to miss the hex that was sent her way. It didn’t take long for Molly to grab Ginny and get out of the area. 

Y/N was helping the twins and Remus fight off a few of the death eaters before she was grabbed and dragged through the tent. She thrashed, fighting against the one who held her hostage. “Calm down, darling.” The person behind the mask spoke up making her freeze on the spot. The pair stopped outside the tent where the death eaters were wreaking havoc on the Burrow. 

Once let go, Y/N stepped back and watched as the hooded figure removed their mask letting her see his face. The face of the boy she longed to kiss and have hold her. She knew deep down, after he talked, that it was him. She could recognize his voice anywhere and in any crowd. “What are you doing?” She whispered yelled as she walked forward in anger and shoved him a bit. “You scared me!” 

Mattheo held his hands up in defense before glancing around and noticing some of the other death eaters were finishing up their work. “Listen, you need to get out of here.” He started making sure that no one was around. “Your parents are looking for you and if they come in contact with you… I don’t know what they’ll do.” 

“I’m not letting them fight this alone.” Y/N stated knowing that the people in the tent cared for her as she cared for them. They all knew that this would get ugly and they were all right. “They’re my family.” 

Mattheo wouldn’t admit it, not right now. Hearing her call the Weasley’s and the order her family was like a knife twisting in his chest. “You worried about them or your boyfriend?” He huffed. He didn’t want to fight, he really didn’t, he just wanted her safe. 

Y/N went to protest but stopped when realization dawned on her, “You’ve been watching me.” 

Mattheo glared at her slightly, “I’ve been checking in to make sure you’re alright.” He corrected. “I’m not fighting with you, but you need to get out of here now.” He ushered you towards the tall field to make it harder to spot you. 

“So you couldn’t be with me from a distance but you can watch me from one?” Y/N snapped. She knew this was not the time for a lover’s spat but she her blood was boiling. How dare he think he can break up with her and then keep an eye on her? 

Mattheo’s glare grew darker as his frustration heightened. “You’re with Weasel now, what does it matter?” He snapped halting the two of them from their venture deep into the tall field. 

“His name is George and I’m not with him.” Y/N responded crossing her arms over her chest. “We kissed and that was the extent of it.” She added with a huff. 

“What was that moment outside?” He muttered giving her a look that she could not decipher. 

“We’re friends.” Y/N spoke softly with a shrug. “What does it matter? You broke up with me.” 

Mattheo shook his head, “It doesn’t.” His replied. His voice said one thing but his eyes were saying another. 

Silence sat over them for a couple minutes before Y/N finally spoke up. “I’ll be yours until the day I die, Teo. No need to worry about anyone else.” She whispered her voice full of emotion. With that she stepped around him so she could get some room to leave. 

“Y/N!” Mattheo called as he ran to catch up with her not knowing when he would get the chance to see her again. If he would get the chance to see her again. “Listen I-“ 

“Well, look who I found.” A feminine voice laughed out causing Y/N to freeze and her world to spin. So many voices that she had grown up around and yet it had been ages since she had even heard this one. It was one she had only recognized due to something that her parents had. “Magnalene is going to very happy when she sees you.” The cackle the woman let out made Y/N take a step back. “Mattheo, I knew your father and I could trust you to do great work.” 

“Let’s just leave her alone.” Mattheo spoke to the woman who was right behind the girl he was trying to protect. “She doesn’t know where he is.” He assured the older woman that Y/N had no idea where Harry and the trio went. 

“See my boy, some of us are already on the boy’s trail. I can, however, take this precious jewel back to her parents and better yet, your father.” Bellatrix told her son as she was trying to use her wand to bring Y/n closer to her. 

Seeing his mother pull the girl closer to her, made his anger and fear at an all time high. Without thinking, he whipped out his wand and yelled, “Crucio!” The boy’s voice boomed as he watched his own mother drop to the ground screaming. She could have blocked the spell if she wasn’t so concerned about Y/N and how proud the team would be for bringing her in. “Y/N, get out of here!” He yelled. 

“I’m not letting you get punished for this.” Y/N told him knowing that when they got back to their headquarters that he would be punished in painful ways. That was how death eaters took care of business. 

“Just GO!” He yelled not knowing how much longer it would be before someone else from their group came to help his mother. 

Without arguing with him the girl used the apparatus spell to leave the Weasley’s home. She wasn’t quite sure where she’d end up but she knew one thing, she needed to find a way to save Mattheo within 24 hours. 

*Don't hate me please. It's been so long and many many things have happened. I have now been going to therapy (finally) and I am freshly single. I don't like to write while I am in a relationship, especially the shitty one that I just got out of. I also was suppose to finish school in May but I ended up withdrawing in august of 2024 to take two years off before I go back... for mental health. I have been working though at a new job and that helps me stay busy when I am home. My therapist did tell me to get back into writing if it was something that helped me handle some things... so here I am. I am beyond excited to be back and there is a reason that writing helps me so much. It is because I love it.

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Almost Over You | Joe Burrow

summary: It happened suddenly, you and Joe had broken up and you never understood exactly how it happened. All you know is that his ex-girlfriend was brought up and an argument started leaving to you being heartbroken. Your friends swore to you that they would stop at nothing until you got over your ex-boyfriend, but what if that's harder than you think?

Pairing: Joe Burrow (Bengals/NFL) x Fem! Reader (Joe Burrow x You)

Requested: Yes | No

Warning(s): mentions of heartbreak and breaking up, mentions of Joe x Olivia, mentions of alcohol.

Little note from me: This is the first time I have ever written for Joe Burrow. I usually write for Tee Higgins and Josh Allen. I wanted to give Joe a try because he is starting to grow on me a little bit. I may end up making a part 2 to this if I feel like it. Also I started writing this in Y/N format and then I switched to "You" after like the second paragraph lol. *gif not mine*

Word Count (lyrics not included): 4.5k

*Not Edited*

I also hate how I ended this. I need to work on the ending of my stories but I will work on getting better. May be a part 2 later... I haven't decided yet!

I've stopped looking for your truck, every time I go somewhere I don't scroll through the past anymore 'cause I don't care I'm finally putting on the shirt I like, tight jeans, big hoops with my hair up high. The least you could've done was give me the bar tonight.

Y/N browsed her outfits that she had brought over to her friends house. Her and her girls were having a girls night and going to the bar to let loose and have fun. It happened to be her best friends idea, mainly because she had been struggling to get over a recent breakup. Y/BFF/N had insisted that he wasn’t worth it and that she was going to get you over him one way or another. 

“Let me do your hair, Y/N!” One of the girls in your group spoke up. She was the hairstylist and makeup guru of the group, so she was the designated hair and makeup artist for the friend groups and any events that they attended. “I’ll fix your makeup too.” 

Y/N knew arguing would be pointless, so she sat down in the vanity chair and let her hair artist friend have at it. “I need help picking an outfit.” She spoke up looking towards her best friend while the other friend continued doing her hair. “I’m torn between the three on the bed.” She added pointing to the three outfits. 

In less than 20 minutes, her hair was done and makeup was touched up. Her best friend had left her choice on the bed before finishing getting ready and making everyone a pregame shot before heading to the bar. She was finishing pulling up her jeans when her friends came in with two trays of shots. 

“I’m not sure about this outfit.” Y/N spoke up. She usually wasn’t one to feel insecure, but looking at herself dressed in a pair of tight skinny jeans and a blouse, both of them not belonging to her, made her self conscious. “Why didn’t you pick one of my outfits?” She asked her best friend turning around. 

“Girl, you look hot!” She replied not answering your question at first. “You’re freshly single, so we’re gonna act like it today.” She added picking up a shot and handing it to you. 

You hesitantly grabbed the alcohol before glancing around the group of girls you loved so much. They were your best friends and you would do anything for them and they would do anything for you. “To Y/N, for finally taking a large step in getting over the dick.” 

“Cheers to that.” The other girls replied before downing the shot.

“Don’t call him that.” You spoke up softly hating the way her comment made you feel. The night you two broke up was still a blur and was anything but easy for you. More than likely you had blacked it out due to heartbreak, but still it lingered in your mind. 

“Honey, he had his hooks sunk deep in you. So deep that you literally wouldn’t even walk into a shop, restaurant, or anything if you noticed a vehicle that looked like his.” Y/BFF/N reminded you as you threw back your shot in hopes of forgetting about Joe tonight. Your ultimate goal was to finally and fully move on, to get over Joe tonight. 

After a couple more shots, the girls were heading to their favorite bar. Which just so happened to be the bar that Y/N and Joe always went to together. 

Why'd you have to come back in right then right when I was just getting good and gone? 'Cause I was in the wrong place at the wrong time You must've heard I was moving on, Then right out of the blue a quarter past two, I'm all about you. When I was just about, just about over you.

The girls had gotten to the bar around 11:45 or midnight. It was officially 1:42 and Y/N was letting loose. She felt the best she had in forever and to her, it had nothing to do with the guy that she was practically grinding against. The alcohol in her system made her feel a bit more easy-going and less paranoid of running into “he-who-should-not-be-named” at their bar. 

The loud pounding music came to a halt and was replaced with a slower song causing you to turn around and face to mystery bar guy. You weren’t one to just go and have hook-ups with anyone or randomly show pda to guys you didn’t know. In a plan to get over someone… it felt almost right to do it that way.

“You want to get out of here?” The mystery guy asked seductively trying to keep you enticed with him. 

You gave him a look before your eyes caught a group of men walking in together. Your blood ran cold, face turning pale as you seen the familiar dirty blonde locks and perfect smile of your ex-boyfriend. You took a chance to catch your breath when you moved your eyes over and caught Jamarr and Tee already noticing you. You had been close with a few of Joe’s teammates seeing as you were together for a bit. 

Jamarr gave you a quick nod of greeting before avoiding your gaze and Tee flashed you his smile before heading to an area with the boys. “I have to go.” You told the mystery man before leaving towards your group of girls. You were hoping that you could convince your girls to leave and do this another night. Maybe you could fake sick and go home by uber, you weren’t sure what your whole plan was, but you knew something would have to go down to leave. 

Once you reached your group of girls, who were either occupied with boys/girls or chatting with each other while drinking, you put on your best sick face. “Hey, I’m not feeling the best… I think it’s best if I uber home.” 

Your hairdresser best friend gave you a saddened look believing the story that was being told. “Bullshit.” Y/BFF/N spoke up crossing her arms. “I noticed him walk in with his groupies.” She responded raising an eyebrow in your direction. 

You shrugged not really caring if she noticed him, “I’m not in the mood to deal with this tonight.” 

“Y/N, you are not leaving. I promised you that I would help you get over him and with that promise it means not letting you leave all because he came into this bar.” Your best friend stated. With her tone of voice, you knew it was pointless to even argue with her. 

“Isn’t it weird that he showed up after you were fixing to go home with some guy?” Another one of the girls in your group spoke up. 

“I was not going home with that guy.” You objected crossing your arms over yourself feeling a bit uncomfortable. “That’s not who I am.” 

“Maybe that’s what you need for one night.” Another spoke up causing you to roll your eyes. 

You shook your head in disbelief at your friends, “I’m getting another drink.” You mumbled before turning and making your way to the bar. Last call would be announced within the next fifteen minutes, and you were not waiting until then. 

You could've stayed with the guys, acting like you didn't see me It would've hurt a little less if you'd bought some girl a drink but you had to walk up, messing me up I'm drunk, wondering why it's gotta be like this I thought I was moving on, but now I'm starting back over again.

After another drink and a shot, you had simply ordered a glass of red wine. You were already feeling the effects of the alcohol and you were worried that you would do something stupid if you ordered anything other than wine. Part of your friend group had gone home with whoever they had met here, no doubt going to have a fun night. Your best friend and one other girl were the only ones that were left of your group besides you. 

“Can I get another round for our table back there?” His voice spoke up causing a chill to run down your back. You hadn’t heard that voice since the night that it ended. Without paying him any attention, you picked up your glass and took a drink of the crimson liquid. It was easier to pretend that he wasn’t there instead of trying to make everything weird. Joe seemed to have different plans, “Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” He mumbled as he sat down on the seat next to you. 

“I was hoping I wouldn’t see you.” He would never admit it, but your reply felt like a knife. He knew that the whole breakup should had been dealt with sooner and talked about. If not to fix it, then to at least to make it less messy. 

Joe chose to ignore your blunt reply as he waited on their final tray of drinks, “How have you been?” he asked carefully knowing that it hadn’t been easy for him. He would never admit that to you unless you asked him yourself. 

“Why are you doing this?” You asked. Finally, you turned to face him noticing the stubble that adorned his face compared to his usual clean-shaven self. There was no point in answering his question because you had not felt your best since your last night with him. “You could have avoided me and let me heal.” You added taking another sip of win after. 

Joe looked exhausted; anyone could tell. You had heard that they were currently not playing their best even if you refused to watch the games. You were his problem, not that he blamed you. He blew up for no reason, mainly due to stress and you felt as if it was a personal attack. “I didn’t mean what I said that night.” He told you. Even if you wanted him to leave you alone, he just knew he had to tell you what he felt after that night. “When you brought up my past… it never compared to us. She never meant as much to me as you did, I get that I was with her longer, but it wasn’t the same.” 

You shrugged trying your best to act like you didn’t care. “I am not talking about this.” You shook your head before finishing off your glass of wine. “If we’re being honest, I shouldn’t have brought up Olivia, but that’s all I’m going to say.” You added before standing up from your seat. You needed to get back to your best friend before your body decided to fully give in to the handsome quarterback right next to you. 

“Y/N don’t do this. Let me in and let’s talk about this.” Joe practically begged as he stood up quickly noticing that you were trying to make your escape. The look on your face was unreadable, why was Joe begging you to talk about it? What would it help and why was it such a big deal to him? 

“Joe, you ended it. I don’t owe you anything.” You whispered as you pushed back tears not wanting them to surface. You were beginning to feel defeated because your heart and your body yearned for the man in front of you. 

“Y/N… please.” He pleaded one last time in a whisper, in the same way that you had answered him. Before you could say anything, the bartender placed the tray of drinks down giving you the chance to get away from Joe before he could continue begging you and you gave in. 

maybe you caught me on a bad night maybe tomorrow I'll be just fine maybe it's the red wine that put you back in my mind

Final call had happened at 2:30, but the bar was still alive with drunk couples, singles, and others. Your best friend had told you that she was going home with the guy that she had been with all night, only she was staying with you until you wanted to leave. Truth be told, she was probably just trying to ensure that you would stay away from Joe the rest of the night. 

“I’m going to the restroom and then I’ll head home.” You promised your best friend before pulling her into a hug. 

Once you two pulled away she gave you a small smile, “want me to wait for you?” she offered. 

You didn’t miss the eye roll from the guy that she was going home with. You internally scoffed and rolled your eyes at the guy who wanted inside your best friends pants before returning the smile, “No, I’ll be fine. Just be careful on your way home.” 

Your bestie nodded before giving you a knowing look, “There’s plenty of people still here. I think you should reconsider what I told you earlier.” She added before locking arms with the guy beside her. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “If you change your mind you have to let me know.” She teased before blowing a kiss and turned to head out with the man that she had met tonight. 

You turned around and grabbed your wristlet before making your way towards the bathroom. In all seriousness you were more than ready to go home, you had been since your conversation with Joe. However, it still made Joe stay in your mind. Flashbacks from the relationship played over and over again. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, Joe Burrow was a huge green flag when you’re in a relationship with him. He may act cocky or arrogant sometimes, but most of the time it’s to hide how he is truly feeling. 

Even if he was a green flag, you still argued some but it wasn’t often. The night you broke up was the only big fight that you had experienced in that relationship. Why did the relationship break after one fight? You just guessed that your relationship was not strong enough to last. 

After you finished in the bathroom you exited (after washing your hands of course) and got on your phone so you could order an Uber for the ride home. You knew it was a bad idea for you girl’s to ride together, but no one disagreed and you weren’t going to be the first one to object. 

“Really? 25 minutes.” You huffed as you leaned against the hallway leading to the bathroom. You wanted to be away from the crowds and try to catch a ride back to your place. “Why did I agree to do this tonight?” you mumbled placing your phone back in your pocket after seeing the wait time. 

“Are you okay?” a familiar voice spoke up. You looked towards the dimly lit hallway and noticed the guy that you had been dancing with before Joe came in. You had been hoping that he had already went home because you didn’t want to see him again either. “I heard you huffing.” He mentioned with a half smile forming on his face. 

You nodded assuring him that you were fine, “Yeah. Just waiting for my ride.” You lied knowing good and well that you didn’t order that Uber that was going to take almost half an hour. 

He nodded, “I could take you home if you’re getting inpatient.” He offered hoping that you would accept his invite.

Your body was overcome with a feeling of dread when you looked into his eyes. You weren’t sure why, mainly because he had been a nice guy earlier. Thinking back, maybe you missed this feeling because of the alcohol and then the fact that you noticed your ex before you could process the guy in front of you. 

You shook your head forcing a fake smile, “No it’s fine. My ride will be here very soon and I don’t want to leave them hanging.” You lied again in hopes that it was believable. 

“Come on.” He urged walking closer and leaning against the wall next to you. 

You opened your mouth to object before a voice beat you to it, “Babe, what’s taking so long?” Joe’s voice rang out down the hallway as footsteps were heard getting closer to you. The mental relief you felt hearing his voice was unreal. No matter how much you didn’t want to be around him, you always knew that you were safe with him. 

“I was just talking to a friend.” You lied knowing that Joe could hear the hesitation in your voice and he definitely noticed your body language. Your body relaxed once you felt his familiar embrace around you. 

“Babe?” The mystery guy from early asked glancing between the two. It was obvious that many people in Cincinatti knew who Joe was, the guy in front of you especially. “You should be aware that your girlfriend lead me on earlier.” He told Joe causing you to tense. 

Joe’s grip around you tightened, probably not liking the chance of you going home with you before he got there. “Well, I’m sure whatever she was doing earlier was just for fun. No strings attached just innocent fun.” Joe muttered making sure to get his point across. 

“Whatever.” The guy mumbled before eyeing you one more time before stepping around the two of you and leaving the hallway. 

You let out a sigh of relief once he was officially out of hearing range, “Thank you.” you mumbled pulling yourself out of his arms. It didn’t take long for you to miss the feeling of him around you, it felt like home. It felt safe. 

Joe shook his head, “Don’t thank me.” He replied noticing how you were calming down now that you were alone. “Was that the guy you were with when I got here?” 

Even though Joe asked, you felt as if he already knew the answer. You just weren’t sure if it was from his comment or if he actually caught you. “How did you… Jamarr and Tee.” You sighed knowing that they told Joe about seeing you with him. 

Joe shook his head, “I actually noticed you first.” He denied your allegations. “I made a comment about the guy you were with which is what made the guys notice you.” He shrugged acting like his comment meant nothing. 

If you were honest, you felt giddy knowing that Joe was looking at you first before you even noticed him. 

why'd you have to come back in right then right when I was just getting good and gone? guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time you must've heard I was moving on then right out of the blue a quarter past two, I'm all about you when I was just about, just about over you. I was just about over you.

You knew that you were going to regret this. It was the biggest mistake and was what your best friend was trying to get you over. The only thing was that you could not argue with how right it felt to be sitting in the passenger seat of Joe’s vehicle. You had accepted a ride home instead of ordering an Uber late, and it didn’t help that the mystery guy from the bar was lounging around almost like he was waiting to see if you were with Joe for real. After feeling uneasy noticing the guy looking at you while you went and visited with your old friends for a moment, Joe secretly proposed for you to stay with him for the night. Just to ensure that you were safe until daylight. Being unsure of the bar and going home alone, you agreed. 

How did you get yourself in this situation though? You promised yourself that this would be the night that you got over Joe, however you felt as if all your progress was thrown out the window. You truly loved Joe and a part of you always would. He was the first person that you truly loved, which is why you knew apart of you would always belong to Joe. You were moving on the best you could, and you were sure that you could have gotten over him. Maybe there was a reason why it wasn’t tonight? Maybe it was protection from someone or something, but all you knew was that sitting in his car made it real that you would in no way be over him. 

“Do you need anything?” He asked more than likely referring to medicine or water due to the alcohol consumption tonight. You shook your head feeling more sober than ever. The house was so familiar, and a warm feeling came over you being back in his home. “I’ll get you a change of clothes before we head to bed.” He mentioned shooting you a small smile before walking towards his room. The room you used to basically live in when you were together.

Without waiting for him to call you, you carefully made your way into his bedroom seeing him lay out the clothes on the bed. “Can I shower before we head to bed?” You asked softly hoping you wouldn’t scare him. 

Joe nodded, “You don’t have to ask.” He mumbled picking up the clothes he sat on the bed and handed them to you. 

You silently thanked him before heading to his private bathroom and locking the door behind you. You knew where he kept his towels and everything so there was no need to make him get everything ready for you. You let the water run for a moment to get warm before stripping your clothes and getting into the shower. You sighed feeling the heat soothing your tense muscles due to the stress you were under tonight. You were trying to rack your brain over every event that happened tonight before noticing the array of products in Joe’s shower caddy. 

Everything you used sat untouched in the corner. Your shampoo, conditioner, exfoliating scrub, shaving items, body wash, and skincare. Everything that you had left here was sitting there looking untouched due to how little you had used them. You had just restocked before you two broke up, meaning that you never wanted to face him to get those items back. You just went out and bought new ones because it was easier… emotionally. 

Instead of crying due to your relationship being over, you pushed it out of your mind and finished showering. You knew how Joe was, and he wouldn’t go to bed until you got out of the shower. Once doing your skincare and haircare, you got out and dried off and got dressed. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror, noticing that Joe gave you his favorite shirt of his and a pair of bengals shorts that he had gotten you. You remember him saying, “If you’re going to be my girl, we might as well give you some gear.” You smiled at the memory before cleaning up the bathroom and heading out to Joe’s room. 

You’d be lying if you said that seeing him lying on his bed in only shorts was a turn off. He was definitely the best-looking guy you have ever seen in your life, there was no doubt about it. The sound of your footsteps caused Joe to lock his phone and turn his attention towards you. 

“Do you need anything before I head to the guest room?” He asked softly getting out of his bed. He waited to see if you needed anything because he knew that you usually had to rack your brain over your nighttime routine.

“You don’t have to go to your guest bed. I’m not taking your bed.” You refused even if you secretly wanted his bed. What could you say? It was so comfortable to the point to where you wanted it in your apartment. “I can sleep in the guest room.” You knew he would deny but it was worth a shot. 

Joe refused, “You know I never let you sleep in the guest room.” He reminded even though she knew. She had practically moved in with him so when they argued, Joe would start the nights in the guest bed and weasel his way back into his bed with you. That’s just how the two of them were in their relationship.  

Instead of playing the back-and-forth game you sat down on the bed and gestured for him to join you. “Can I ask what the real reason is that you are doing this?” You asked softly as you felt the bed dip with his weight, only he was sitting in front of you. “You don’t owe me anything, Joe.” You assured so he didn’t feel as though he owed a debt to you.

“I know.” He replied, “actually I do owe you an apology. I’m sorry about that night, I was stressed about the game, and I took it out on you.” He apologized. 

You gave him a small smile in return, “I think we both said some things that we regret that night.” You whispered worried that everything would come crashing down. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Joe admitted softly his hand coming up to your neck. “I’ll never stop no matter what happens.” He added in a whisper to not spook you too much. 

You bet your lip trying to keep from tearing up at his words. For the last three months you had been wanting to hear those words come out of his mouth, yet it was surreal to actually hear them. 

“I was trying so hard to get over you.” You whispered out, a crack in your voice that did not go unnoticed by Joe. “I still love you so much and it kills me every day.” You added full of emotion due to staring into the blue eyes that you loved so much. 

Staring into Joe’s eyes, you felt the walls that you had built the last three months come falling down. You promised yourself that you would get over him and never fall back into his arms, yet you weren’t going to stop. You knew that even if you two never got back together officially that you would always be safe and have a home around Joe. Your heart would always be his no matter what. 

Instead of overthinking and thinking of the worse possible outcomes, you decided to finally do what your heart and body have been craving. In one quick motion, you had your hands on the back of his neck and pushed your lips on his. It didn’t take him but a second to start kissing you back because it was clear that he had missed you all the same. 

You sighed in content at the kiss, causing Joe to apply a bit of pressure to where his hand was resting on your neck. You could feel the want for him building up, wanting the two of you to make up for lost time. You were unsure of how far you would go but being in his arms, at least for one more night was something that you were okay with. 

It was safe to say that you two did in fact make up for the lost time that was three months. You had texted your best friend telling her that you took her advice about going home with a “nice” guy from the club and that he was full of “green flags”. She was beyond excited wanting to know the details, which you would give her without letting her know that it was indeed your ex. 

Joe woke up the next morning thinking everything would go back to normal. You two had talked a bit, had makeup sex, and even cuddled to sleep. He woke up to an opposing reality, which made him question if you were ever really there. You had left early, not knowing what it meant for you two. Not wanting to have another intimate conversation, you ran saving it for another day. 

Joe’s clothes laying on the end of the bed told him that it wasn’t a dream. You were in fact with him last night and he wasn’t just lost in a drunken dream. Joe knew after last night; he would not be letting you go as easy as he did before. No matter how upset and angry he was, he was going to find you and make you his again. He was sure of it. 

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Jealousy, Jealousy | Tee Higgins

Summary: Being a model has it perks, your NFL boyfriend becoming jealous is not one of them. based on this ask.

Pairing: you x Tee Higgins (Female perspective)

Requested: Yes | No (Anon)

Warnings: jealousy, angry! Tee, angst, fluff

Note: So I had this imagine written out 10x better, but it had deleted itself from my laptop or it updated without saving so. I apologize that this version sucks but I am still upset. it also deleted my drafted josh allen and sam hubbard imagine so... rip to me tonight.

“That’s a wrap.” The photographer yelled as he put his camera down and everyone around the set started running to put things away. No doubt that everyone wanted to go home and be able to clock out of work.

Y/N made her way back to the dressing room where the stylist had dressed her for this modeling shoot. It was a bit different than some of the other shoots she did, but it was fun, nonetheless. As much as she loved her job, she couldn’t wait to be home to spend time with her boyfriend.

Her love life was something that she kept private. A decision that both her and Tee, her boyfriend, decided on. Since she was a well-known model and he was in the NFL, keeping quiet seemed like the best way to avoid scandals and to be able to soak in all the relationship. Keeping the relationship private kept the peace but it also brought challenges, since Tee and Y/N both have had to turn down people without letting their relationship spread.

“That was perfect Y/N, now you just have to walk the runway in New York in two weeks and then your set for your vacation.” Your manager was one of the best in the modeling industry and not to mention that some of your work felt like you were working with your best friend.

“Thanks Lydia.” You thanked her before going and hurriedly switched back into your clothing that you came to the studio in. You were more than happy to spend the evening with Tee and a bag of take out, and he just happened to order food from your favorite restaurant. Once all your supplies were gathered, you headed out to the uber that Lydia had arranged for you. You quickly gave the uber driver the address and then texted Tee to let him know that you would be home soon. You quickly tipped your driver once you arrived at your shared house, and then hopped out.

“I’m home!” You called when you walked in through the door. You let your bags hit the floor and gently scooted them to the side before taking off your shoes. “You will not believe the day I had-“You started but stopped when you walked into the kitchen and seen Tee glaring at the computer in front of him. “Hey, you okay?” You asked softly hoping not to startle him.

“You tell me.” He muttered, turning the computer around to face you.

Your eyebrows furrowed before reading over the article that had a picture attached to it. It was one about an upcoming project that had yet to be released but the shoot had already been done. “He’s the one that they made me pose with.” You explained to your boyfriend. “We did the shoot awhile ago.”

“You forgot to mention it was a lingerie shoot.” He accused.

It wasn’t like Tee to be jealous when you worked, as you both knew that you had people throwing themselves at you. You wouldn’t even have enough fingers and toes to count how many people message tee on his Instagram or how many thirsty comments he gets. You overlooked them most of the time because at the end of the day, you were the one he was coming home too. There were days when jealousy swept in, and this must have been the case for Tee as well.

“It was the Calvin Klein shoot.” You replied to his accusation. “I showed you the morning of what I would be wearing, and I told you Alex would be modeling the matching male set.” The explanation wasn’t enough, and Tee just turned the computer back over to face him before typing something.

“Look at the things these guys say about you.” He grumbled, turning the computer around again. Your eyes scanned over the interviews that Tee had popped up on the laptop. Ones where they admitted that they asked you out or thought you were hot. Comments that you had avoided when you worked with these particular people. “Half of these guys are in your phone and message you frequently.” He argued.

“I don’t answer them back! I would never cheat of you Tamaurice.” You started using his full name in hopes of making him realize how dumb it sounds. You cannot control who you work with, and he has had many interviewers leave him endearing comments when he agreed to interviews.

At the wrong time, your phone lit up. A DM from an actor coming through your phone making you stiffen. Tee quickly grabbed your phone off the counter and read the message with a scoff, he placed the phone down. “I’m going out.”

“Tee!” You called as he stormed past you. “You can’t just leave because your jealous!” You argued following him into the garage. “If I was replying that would be a different story. I just want you, why can’t you see that?”

“Who you calling jealous?” Tee grumbled stopping by the driver door of his car. “I’m not jealous I just want respect.”

“I do respect you because if I didn’t, I would be entertaining every single one of those guys.” You snapped. You loved Tee and he knew that. He was just overcome with jealousy that he wasn’t thinking clearly. To be honest, it was about time for him to snap due to jealousy because he hadn’t since the two of you had been together. As for you, you had been in his shoes at least twice since you two have become serious. “I love you; Tee and I know you know that.” You sighed out exhausted from this lovely evening taking a turn before you could even explain anything to him.

After a moment of silence, Tee spoke up. “Don’t wait up.” He muttered before getting into his car. The garage door opened, and he backed his car out of the garage and took off down the street.

You stood there frozen in your spot, tears coming to your eyes. He was mad and Jealousy over something that you had no control over. But maybe it was time for it to happen because you had started feeling a little jealous again too over his comment section on Instagram and TikTok. You blinked the tears away refusing to cry over something that was out of your control. You knew that he would be back, and it was just a matter of when.

It was weird going into the kitchen and enjoying take out by yourself, when you know that Tee had ordered it for your night in. You tried everything to keep your mind off your boyfriend, but nothing worked. You knew that regardless of what he said that you would be up until he came home, even if that was tomorrow.

*A few hours later*

After you finished your food, you made yourself comfortable on the couch. Turning on a movie to try to keep yourself occupied. You were almost asleep about an hour and a half into the movie until you heard the jingle of keys and your front door lock unlocking. Soon the door squeaked open, and you heard footsteps entering the house. A surge of anxiety and worry ran through you, unsure of which Tee was walking in. He had either cooled down and you were going to have a civil conversation, or he was still angry and just refused to stay away. The sound of the door shutting made you take a deep breath as you prepared yourself for whatever was to come. No matter what you were hoping that you could work through it, seeing as if you had done nothing wrong.

“I thought I told you not to wait up.” Tee spoke in a soft tone, letting Y/N know that he may still have been jealous, but the anger was gone or had at least faded.

You shrugged feeling a little at ease that he wasn’t angry, “I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyways.” You mumbled. You had been used to sharing a bed with your big teddy bear so that even when you worked away, if he stayed home, it was impossible to sleep.

“You were right.” Tee said as he walked into the living area and sat down on the couch beside you. “I was jealous, the most jealous I’ve ever been in my life. I just keep seeing all these articles, interviews, and posts about these guys that you work with or the ones that want to work with you and it’s been getting to me. Not to mention the other celebrities who don’t even know you and just see your work.”

You took in what he said, “Does it bother you that these people are reaching out? Or does it bother you that they’re reaching out because of my body and looks?” you asked him even though you knew that the answer was probably both, but the second one bothered him more.

“Both, but you’re such an amazing person and deserve to be seen passed your body and great looks.” He explained making your heart melt.

How did you get so lucky? You weren’t sure. There were so many women that Tee could have chosen, and he someone ended up with you. “Well, they’ll never get to me passed my pictures or if they’re at my shoots.” You assured him. “I love you, Tee. I’m not going anywhere, and they can try to take me from you, but it isn’t going to work if you want me around.” You assured him even more, knowing what it felt like to be jealous and insecure. “Is it bothering you so much because we met through social media?” You asked knowing there was an underlying issue to this incident.

Tee thought for a moment before realizing that maybe that was the actual problem. The fact that these guys were trying to hit you up the same way that he had. Not to mention that some of them are brave enough to ask you out when they see you in person. “Maybe.” He mumbled. “I’m sorry about earlier, I shouldn’t have gotten upset because like you said, you weren’t entertaining any of them.”

You gave him a thankful smile before placing your hand on his knee, “I get jealous at least twice a month at the minimum, so it’s fine.” She joked. Tee let out a chuckle while shaking his head.

“How did I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself the same thing.”

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Better than Revenge | Mattheo Riddle [6]

The end of the school year is approaching, and Y/N is trying to make a plan to flee from her house. Where could she go that the death eaters wouldn’t find her? Better yet, how could she manage her relationship with Mattheo.

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Y/N Nettleby

Warning(s): a few cuss words, mentions of sexual material, out of character Mattheo, soft! Mattheo, ooc theo. mentions of smoking.

vi. “what if all i need is you?”

Chapter Six

Note: Long time no see! I went ahead and tagged everyone who I had for my list, if you wish for your tag to be removed just let me know! If I forgot someone, just let me know and I’ll fix it. ☺️ I’m finally done with school; I took my last final yesterday. This means that I know have time to update so it should be finished by July! 🫶🏼

Word Count: 4k

*Not proofread or edited* — *Gif Not mine*

It had been a month or two since students came back to Hogwarts from their holiday breaks. Since then, everyone at Hogwarts had noticed a difference between Y/N and Mattheo. Their relationship seemed to flow naturally, and they did not look to be on edge. Everyone knew that things had changed during winter break, even Hermione had figured it out and confronted the Gryffindor group about it in front of the Nettleby girl. Y/N obviously told them the truth about how they had connected over the course of the break and had admitted that everything from two years ago to now was just in their feelings. It was safe to say that Hermione, Ron, and Harry did not approve and had nothing nice to say.

Y/N had taken off and headed towards the library knowing that finals were coming up soon and she wanted to give her friends time to come to terms with her having feelings for the Riddle boy. They needed time to adjust to the information and she was more than happy to give it to them when needed. She truly understood both sides of the people in her life. She knew the golden trio only seen her boyfriend as Tom Riddle’s son, the same way that Mattheo only seen Harry and all his friends as an enemy because of his father. She could see and understand the conflict from both sides, but she hated that she was in the middle of the battlefield.

Y/N was knocked out of her thoughts as a tall figure fell into steps with her, “Been awhile. I almost did not recognize you without your boytoy on your hip.” The voice of Theodore Nott spoke up as he made sure to keep up with her. She was not in the mood to deal with the stuff from her ex-boyfriend, usually she avoided him or let Mattheo handle to conflict as he knew how to take care of his friends. The last time she had seen Theo was when they were at the family dinner months ago.

Y/N Nettleby rolled her eyes and came to a halt to keep him from following her any further, “What do you want Theodore?” she asked annoyed, crossing her arms over her chest as the boy stepped in front of her.

Theodore made sure he was facing her and leaving little room between the two, “a little birdie told me that your relationship with Riddle was a ploy. A way for you to make me jealous.” He spoke with amusement in his voice.

Y/N let out a laugh while looking over her ex, “and you believe that because?” she asked and trailed off for him to answer her question. When he did not say anything, but still held himself with a smirk and arrogance, she knew that he wouldn’t leave without a fight. “Listen, if you’re still pissed about us having sex, get over it. It is MY body Theo and I decide who I want in it.” She snapped her anger growing at the tall boy in front of her. “… and who I don’t.” she added hoping to strike a nerve.

“If you honestly think your relationship with Mattheo is real, you’re sadly mistaken.” Theo replied dangerously low. Y/N could tell that he was angry, but she wouldn’t fear him or back down. She knew how to take on Theodore whether she acted like she did or not. “He told me himself that he doesn’t believe in love, that he doesn’t believe in relationships.”

Y/N shook her head, “People change Theodore.” She stated, knowing that his only fight would be to try and ruin what the couple had built. “The sooner you realize that he’s using you, the easier the heartbreak will be.” The Nott boy muttered to the girl in front of him. “Did he tell you why he dated you so easily, and do not say it’s because he “cares” or “loves” you” Y/N glared at the boy in front of her. What did she ever see in him, she didn’t know. “He wanted to get close to Harry and your friends. He is doing his mother and father’s dirty work, and he knows if he gains all your trust that you’ll give him the information he needs to know.”

Y/N’s heart was thumping, because she knew that Mattheo had his own reason to start the plan and what if her ex was right? It didn’t change what had happened over the break, but to think that she would agree so easily without knowing what he fully wanted made her nervous.

“What the hell did I tell you about staying away from my girlfriend, Nott.” The voice of Mattheo Riddle spoke up from behind the Gryffindor girl. Theo’s smirk never wavered as he took in his ex’s appearance in front of him. He knew that she was considering what he had said. “What do you want with her?”

Theo wasn’t startled by the boy who was talking to him. If anything, he expected it. He knew that Mattheo had feelings for the girl. Mainly because Riddle had never shown any kind of emotion the way he had around Y/N. “Just shedding some light for your sweet little Y/N.” He replied.

Mattheo took Y/N’s appearance into account before stepping in the small space between the two. Her body language was obviously uncomfortable, and her eyes were still glaring into her ex. “Whatever you felt the need to tell her is irrelevant. Leave her alone if you know what is good for you.” Mattheo snarled before grabbing Y/N by the hand and leading her towards the library where he assumed she was going.

The couple didn’t say anything, but Mattheo did take a detour, leading them out towards the black lake. Knowing that they could have alone time there and he also wouldn’t get in trouble for smoking. The couple sat on the ground making sure to face the lake. Mattheo had an idea of what Theo wanted to talk about, mainly because Enzo had come to the boy this morning and told him that Theodore was telling everyone that his relationship was fake.

“It wasn’t your smartest idea to bring me with you when you’re smoking.” Y/N mumbled as she picked at the green grass beside her. Her gaze quickly turning to the calm water in front of her, yet she knew what lingered in there. “Besides I have studying that needs to be done.”

Mattheo blew out a puff of smoke while analyzing her demeanor, “What did he say to you?” he asked softly noticing the way you were acting. It made him anxious, knowing that Theo knew some information that could make you think differently of him. He held out hope that you wouldn’t judge him if you ever found out because for the longest time, he just wanted to make his father and mother proud. Now he could care less.

Y/N’s gaze remained on the black lake while her boyfriend was smoking, “you know how Theo is when he’s jealous.” She shrugged, bringing her knees up to her and tucking them into her chest.

“You don’t have to be hesitant to talk to me.” Mattheo muttered looking away from the girl that he was starting to fall for.

Y/N sighed, “he just said that you don’t believe in love or relationships and that you’re just using me to get to Harry and my friends. He also said that he “heard” that our relationship was fake.” She shrugged trying to make it seem like it was nothing. Most of it was nothing, she was starting to fall in love with the boy beside her and she didn’t really care how it went. Riddle took an inhale of his cigarette before slowly exhaling while he processed the information that he had just heard. “You were the reason I didn’t do relationships.” He spoke softly and quietly. He avoided her gaze as he crushed his cigarette to the ground to stop it from burning. “I have been drawn to you since I met you formally at the Malfoys Christmas party five years ago. It took me almost a year just to start talking to you and gaining you as a friend. Sean had talked about his sister but for the longest time, but I never looked at anyone that wasn’t in Slytherin.” He started explaining and moved his gaze from the ground to the black lake. He could feel y/n’s eyes burning into him. “I liked you before we even became friends, but I felt as if I didn’t know you enough to feel like that, so I pushed it down and then we got close. I convinced myself that I was wrong for you, and you fell into the arms of Nott.”

Y/N carefully scooted herself over, so her side was pressed up against his, “what about after that night?” She asked carefully, wanting to know what went through his mind three years ago. “You avoided me, acted like you hated me, and then I got with Theo.”

The riddle boy wasn’t sure what to say. He understood why he did what he did, but when he thought about it, it was dumb and selfish. “I was worried that you would regret it, and I knew the life you were trying to make for yourself. It didn’t involve my dad’s army and I knew I wouldn’t have a choice. You deserved better and you still do, but I want you to do whatever makes you happy and if that’s being with me then I’m not denying.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his arm and laid her head on his shoulder, “I didn’t regret it. I love you, Teo. I know that you may not want to say that yet and that’s fine. I just want you to know that I’m not going anywhere, I wanted you instead of Theodore this whole time.” She finally admitted. It felt good to get that secret off her chest, all those times that she had wished she were with Mattheo instead of Theodore.

Mattheo gently placed his head on top of hers, “I agreed to the plan for two reasons. I wanted to show you what being with me would be like and at first, I did think I could get close to Harry. But I wasn’t planning to use you or getting information out of you.” He told her honestly knowing that it was best to tell the truth instead of trying to dodge it.

Y/N gently pulled her head out from his and looked up at him, “thank you for being honest.” She whispered and gave him a small smile. Mattheo nodded knowing that as long as he’s honest with her that they could get through anything. Mattheo carefully leaned forward and captured her lips with his. Wanting nothing more than to be able to feel her next to him.

Off in the distance an angry Theodore watched the couple, knowing that the information about the said relationship being fake was untrue.

A few days later Y/N sat snuggled up on Mattheo’s lap in the Slytherin common room while the couple talked to Enzo, Draco, Pansy, and Sean. A couple of Slytherin’s had joined in on the conversation who everyone called Astoria and Daphne, Astoria was the youngest, and was only in her third or fourth year.

“Y/N, what’s your plans for the summer?” Pansy asked, everyone turning to the girl that hadn’t said much. Sean knew that she was trying to come up with a way to not return to their house. Knowing that the dark mark awaited her the second she stepped into the house.

Mattheo gave her a little squeeze from where his hand was sitting on her side, “I, I was thinking about looking for a place on my own.” She spoke after a few minutes of being silent. “I’m at the age of consent and we’ll be finishing up here soon.” She tried to make her plans sound casual and not like she was in a rush to leave her current living situation.

Just as she was hoping, no one thought much of what the girl had said and went into their own conversations. While everyone was arguing over their life and what they were going to do the next two months, Y/N and Mattheo had managed to sneak off and go towards the dorms.

“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but is Daphne always like that?” Y/N asked as Mattheo shut the door behind them. It felt nice to get away from the Slytherin friend group, while it was nice to see what her boyfriend and brother are up too, she missed her friends and, in some ways, it reminded her of them.

“She’s probably a bit tipsy.” Mattheo replied while shaking his head at his friend’s downstairs. “She’s had a bit of a problem since her boyfriend dumped her.” He added joining Y/N to his bed.

“Understandable.” Y/N nodding knowing that she would probably be tipsy most of the time if Mattheo left her.

“So… about you looking for a place in a few weeks.”

Y/N nodded knowing that he knew the reason, but she had yet to talk to him about it. “Yeah. I know running from my parents isn’t going to work forever but maybe it will for a bit.” She explained. It was going to be hard looking for somewhere to stay, but she knew that it was possible “Have you heard from your family?” she asked carefully, knowing how the boy in front of her hated talking about his parents. He acted cold and distant around school but deep down she knew that he just wanted to keep the intimidating façade up.

“She’s probably with my father.” Mattheo muttered loosening his tie due to him feeling like he’s suffocating just thinking about the plan they’re creating. “Just waiting for me to get home.”

“You don’t have to let them control you- “She started only to be cut off by a scoff from him.

“They’ll kill me, Y/N.” He snapped. He didn’t mean to get hostile but knowing he’d be back to school with the dark mark worried him about her wellbeing.

“You’re their son.” Y/N argued.

“That doesn’t matter, if they don’t want to do it his minions will.” Mattheo argued back with her.

Y/N stayed quiet knowing that he understood his father’s army better than anyone. Since he had stayed with death eaters his whole life. No doubt they were always looking for a way to bring him back. “You’re just going to take the mark? No fights.” She asked knowing that he would obey his so-called parents. Sometimes Y/N wonders how Mattheo turned out the way he did because he did not let his family define who he was. Yes, he acted like a dick around school but how he acts around his friends and the people he cares about was another story. Had Harry not described to her what Tom Riddle looked like in his Hogwarts days, Y/N would guess that his father was someone completely different.

Mattheo didn’t want to answer the question that she had asked him. Did he want to be like his father? No. Would he follow him? Probably. Not because he wanted to but because deep down, he was scared but he would never admit that. “The only thing I am going to promise you is that I’ll try my best to protect you from my family.” He whispered, not even knowing if he could accomplish that but he knew that he would gladly take any blame, curse, or punishment for keeping Y/N safe.

Y/N’s gaze softened at his promise, all her questions about his family gone. Knowing that it didn’t matter what happened, because overall, she wasn’t turning her back on the boy in front of her. “I love you.” She assured him. Again, she knew how hard it was for him to say any words of that sort, so she didn’t expect to hear it back. She just knew that he would need those reminders for the days to come.

Without letting him even consider saying it back, she gently placed her lips on his. One of the first times that she had initiated the kiss first, but she knew that he didn’t mind. Her hand came up and landed gently on his jaw line while one of his moved to the back of her neck and the other one wrapped around her hand that laid on his face. Y/N gently pulled back; her eyes still closed as Mattheo started trailing kisses down her neck. The boy gently pushed her back so she would hit his soft mattress and give him better access to all of her.

Mattheo hovered over her as he connected their lips again. It was clear to Y/N that he needed her in a way that he hadn’t had her for two years. She would be lying if she said she didn’t want him like that as well. During their make out session, she helped him slide his blazer off and untie his tie. She had quickly gotten out of her clothes as well, making sure to be as problem free as possible.

“Good?” he asked carefully. Y/N knew what he was asking, because she knew that he sometimes didn’t get the right words out or he just wasn’t used to saying a couple words. No matter who he had been with, it had been consentful, but he always made sure before they removed the clothes. “Are you sure?” He corrected knowing that being with Y/N made him want to get over what he thought was weakness and showing emotion.

“Yes.” She nodded, being the green light for him to go further. Which was exactly what he was waiting for.

The aftercare had been just as great as the sex, at least to Y/N. She had fallen asleep laying on Mattheo’s bare chest, the sheet and blanket keeping them covered if anyone would dare to enter the boy’s dormitory. Mattheo was awake, smoking a cigarette because he didn’t want to wake her up from her slumber. He had kicked the habit of smoking in the dorm, but he was desperate, and he had waited until Y/N fell asleep because he didn’t want to leave right after.

Y/N had fallen asleep talking to the boy after that had done their activities and he was gently running his hand along her bare back. After taking his last puff of his cigarette, he used his old tray to squish it and quit the burning. He blew out the last of the smoke just as the dorm room door burst open. A Theodore that looked like a kicked puppy entered the room followed by Sean.

“You lose them how you gain them.” Sean told Theo not noticing the couple in bed yet. Theo went to reply to his friend but stopped when he noticed Mattheo’s bed was occupied. Sean followed his line of sight only to quickly cover his eyes even though nothing was exposed. “I’m out.” Sean muttered before turning and exiting the room. “Better not knock her up, riddle.” He joked on his way-out causing Mattheo to roll his eyes.

Theo avoided eye contact, but his eyes were raking over the parts of Y/N’s bare back that was exposed. The riddle boy was growing annoyed having his friends eye wonder over his girl’s body. He had finally gotten her after Theo screwed up and he wasn’t letting her go.

“Can I help you with something?” Mattheo asked in an annoyed tone. He tightened his arm around his girl that was laying on his chest. “I would appreciate it if you stopped loo- “

“Do you love her?” Theodore asked, moving his eyes to meet the one who used to be his best friend before he treated his ex-girlfriend like shit and pushed her into the arms of his best friend.

“That’s between us.” Mattheo stated his anger starting to show.

Theodore shook his head, “If you don’t love her, let her go.” He told the riddle boy knowing, well, thinking that he couldn’t love someone. “I know you like her, but if you can’t love her then she deserves someone who can.” The friend and ex knew that he was pushing boundaries, but he didn’t care.

Mattheo scoffed, “someone like you?” he grumbled.

Theodore shook his head, “No. I couldn’t love her the right way either.” He admitted watching the way Y/N’s breathing was smooth, showing sure signs that she was asleep.  “We both know the life that’s coming for us in a few months and she’s the only one I know from a family like ours that has a heart like hers.”

Mattheo couldn’t argue with that, considering her family were purebloods, Slytherins, and death eaters, she had the heart of someone like the Weasleys. She wanted to see the good in many people, but she kept to herself. It was a no brainer as to why the sorting hat chose Gryffindor because she was the farthest thing from her family. She was what they would consider an outcast because she wasn’t like them and didn’t have the wants and desires of her family.

“I do.” Mattheo sighed looking at the boy who he had hated the past couple of months. “I do feel like that towards her, and I just can’t bring myself to say it.”

“It’s because we’ve never fully felt it that way before.”

Once Theodore had left, Mattheo had sat in his thoughts. He knew that his friend made a good point, but he could say that he did in fact love the girl who was stirring in his arms. He did, every time he went to say it nothing came out or it was like his mouth wouldn’t move. Maybe because he had been told growing up that love was a sign of weakness and that Slytherin’s, especially Tom Riddle’s son, does not show emotion.

Whatever the case may be, the boy was knocked out of his thoughts by a low groan, “Why did you let me sleep?” A groggy Y/N mumbled when she woke up. She let out a big yawn before moving her head up to look at Mattheo’s gaze, “I should have studied after.” She mumbled relaxing again at the action of Mattheo running his hand along her back.

“Don’t worry yourself studying so much.” He muttered gently making sure to keep her comfortable. “You’re the smartest girl I know.”

“That’s Hermione.” Y/N argued in a tired voice.

Mattheo didn’t say anything, but he disagreed with her. She was by far the smartest girl that he knew and had he not been who he was, they could have been prefects together with how they acted. The fact that she was in the situation that she was in broke his heart, because he knew that it was his father’s fault. “What was your life like… before you were sorted?” He wanted to know if her parents had always favored Sean or if it was just because their daughter was in Gryffindor.

She sighed, “Not as bad. My parents thought that their kids would be following in their footsteps and when word got around that I was in Gryffindor, they acted colder towards me. My mom told me that I should be glad they have a reason to keep me around because I was an embarrassment to the family name.” She mumbled, her fingers drawing shapes on her boyfriend’s chest to manage her anxiety.

“Hey,” He stopped her hand gently knowing it was an anxiety tick. “No matter what happens we’ll be the last ones standing, together.” He promised. He had no authority to promise that, but he would make it his mission to make sure they were okay no matter what his father’s army did. No matter what they go home too and must turn into.

“I hope you’re right.”

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Excited for Jealousy, Jealousy Tee Higgins

It should be out soon! 🫶🏼🫶🏼 it’s taken me so long due to school but I am officially done and am back to writing. ❤️

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Are requests still open?

Yes🫶🏼

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Hi, I lovelovelove your Mattheo Riddle writings, I know you probably have lots to do but if you can, could you maybe write a Mattheo riddle and fem!reader, he hates her, then they end up in some life-threatening situation(possibly the Forbidden Forest?) and he realises his hate was prejudiced and then they become friends

Obviously you can change stuff to your liking, pls tag me and I LOVE YOUR WORK

Of course, I’ll get it added to my list. My writing has been slow lately but I’m hoping to pick it up soon.

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Can you pls pls pls add me to your taglist for all your Harry Potter work? I rly love it, you have a gift for writing :):) you're amazing tysm

Of course! 🫶🏼 thank you so much!!

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Kinzi's Masterlist

Here you will find all of my works that I have written, please note that the top of the Masterlist are the people I write about the most!

Requests are Open!

Updated on: May 13, 2024

Purple Text = summary of imagine, 💔=angst, 💘= fluff, 🔥= steamy or smut.

🏈NFL🏈

I can see you | Tee Higgins 💘💔

After a horrible break-up, Y/N, decided to pack up and move her life from Buffalo, NY to Cincinnati, OH. She would be closer to her manager and she would be in the area where her podcast began. What she didn’t expect was to find a new relationship in another football player.

Surprises | Josh Allen 💘

Y/N ends up surprising Josh at one of his games, which leads to Josh knowing that he has to play his best to impress his woman.

Christmas Surprises | Tee Higgins 💘

Y/N was hoping to spend Christmas with Tee, but he was flying to his hometown and she would be staying in Ohio. Unless her family had other plans

Christmas Tree Farm | Josh Allen 💘

It is Y/N's first Christmas living with her fiance, Josh. Y/N had a Christmas tradition to wear her family and/or friends always went to a Christmas tree farm to pick out their live tree. Y/N is sad when she feels her tradition has to stop because of a new developed allergy to her favorite kind of Christmas trees. Josh makes it his mission to keep the tradition alive, even if he has to improvise a little.

Christmas Miracles | Tee Higgins 💔💘

In which Tee and Y/N have been trying for a baby and they receive a Christmas miracle

Jellyfish tank | Tee Higgins 💘

a Jellyfish tank in your boyfriend's house, what could go wrong?

Sweet Nothing | Tee Higgins 💘

Tee and Y/N appreciate the simple pleasures of being together, no matter what the world puts them through.

Jealous, Jealousy | Tee Higgins 💔💘

🪄Harry Potter🪄

Better Than Revenge | Mattheo Riddle *Masterlist* 💘💔🔥

Y/N Nettleby did not know what to do with herself when her boyfriend of a year, Theodore Nott, broke up with her suddenly. It was true that they were in different houses, but she had hoped that he would not let his ego get in the way. Now she was coming up with a plan to get her revenge on Theodore, and what better way than to involve his best friend.

Three Years | George Weasley 💘

In which Y/N and George have been together for three years, and it takes a mistake for him to take the next step of their relationship.

✈️Top Gun: Maverick✈️

The Only Exception | Bob Floyd Masterlist 💔💘🔥

Y/N Mitchell swore to herself that she would never allow herself to date or get involved with anyone from any branch of the military. After worrying about her father, the past few years, she knew that she never wanted to experience her worry for a significant other. After her father gets ordered back to California, she may just meet the one that ruins all of her plans. 

Life Changes | B.B & J.S pt. 1💔💘

Two lovers thought their love would forever burn bright, however, things change and people change. What happens to be a big change for people can lead them to the best version of themselves. Life Changes and people have to move on. AU

🌊Outer Banks🌊

Marry Me | JJ Maybank 💔💘

JJ has been in love with you for a long time (seeing as you guys were best friends) and now you guys are older and you’re fixing to get married. He doesn’t know how to take the fact that you didn’t want to marry him.

Marry Me | JJ Maybank pt. 2 💘

JJ had been in love you (his best friend) for a long time. His heart was shattered when you started dating topper and years later got engaged. During your rehearsal dinner, you overheard a conversation between JJ and your father. Your feelings took over and you left topper at the wedding and found your dream guy. Now you have embarked on your relationship with your best friend.

Last Christmas | Rafe Cameron 💔💘

It's Christmas in Outer Banks, the holiday where you got to spend time with your friends. It's hard to enjoy the holiday when your mind goes back to last Christmas and who you were spending it with.

🧛TVD/TO🐺

Dating Klause Mikaelson Headcanon 💘

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Better than Revenge | M.R [5]

With the upcoming holidays, Y/N feels the pressure as she constantly gets letters from her parents and finds it hard to escape the burden of the job the death eaters have given her. It's safe to say, hiding may be her best bet, unless she can distract herself.. just for the holidays though, right?

Pairing(s): Mattheo Riddle x Y/N Nettleby

Warning(s):

v. "i, i loved you in secret."

Chapter Five

I apologize because this chapter is sucky, I had it ready to publish days ago and when I came back to tag everyone half of it was gone so i had to rewrite it and I had no clue where it left off so I just re-wrote it and I honestly hate it, but...

Note: While I will be referencing the movies, it is not going to exactly the same. There is going to be very mild similarities between the them. Umbridge probably won't happen in my little mini series, I probably will not go into detail about the wizard war, and a lot of stuff that probably would not happen will happen.

Word Count: 2.28k

*Not proofread or edited*

*Gif not mine*

“Are you positive you don’t want to come to the burrow with us?” Hermione asked as she packed her last item in the duffle bag. Hogwarts was officially on Winter break and most everyone would be heading home to spend the holidays with their family. Hermione and Harry were going to be spending the holidays with the Weasley’s and even though Y/N had been invited she had been trying to distance herself from her friends.

Y/N shook her head, “Pansy and I planned to stay here.” She lied. She hadn’t talked to Harry or the Weasley’s much since the death eaters meeting. This led Harry to know that something had happened that she did not want to talk about it, so none of them pushed her, knowing she’ll talk when she gets ready.

The Granger girl gave her friend a sad smile, “Mrs. Weasley has a place for you if you change your mind.” She assured, earning a nod from the Nettleby girl. “I know you don’t want to talk about what happened. But, if you need anyone to talk too, We’re here for you.” She added picking up her bag and leaving with her last comment.

After she was sure that the carriages had left Hogwarts, Y/N gathered her things and set off to find Dumbledore. She knew that he would more than likely be in his office, waiting for someone to come and bother him. Maybe even taking care of the whole situation that her family had going on. That still did not stop her from being nervous when she knocked on the door and walked into his office.

“Miss Nettleby, I didn’t expect you to be stopping by.” Albus spoke in his calm and content voice as the girl stepped further into his office with the door closing behind her.

“I have a couple requests, but they may seem odd.” Y/n spoke honestly as she slipped her bag off her shoulder and held it in her grip.

Albus shook his head, the look in his eyes never leaving. “When you get to be my age nothing is odd.”

Y/N carefully laid her bag on the ground before pulling out three stacks of letters, ones that were meant for her eyes only. “I have heard about there being an extra dorm, one that no one wants to use… and I was thinking maybe I can move into it?” Dumbledore gave the girl a slightly surprised look before grabbing the letters that she was handing him. “It’s my understanding that not many people know about it because it’s charmed, and I feel as though it may be a way for me to hide.” She concluded.

Dumbledore moved his gaze down to the letters stacked in front of him, and carefully started opening each one. He had read every letter that had been sent to the girl since returning to Hogwarts after that dreaded weekend. “I see.” He spoke as he noticed the girl taking the letters back and placing them in her bag. If her parents ever found out that she confided in Dumbledore, then it would be over for you. “May I ask why they expect this out of you, but your brother has yet to have an assignment.”

“Well, you see professor, they consider me a disappointment because I was sorted into Gryffindor, and they overheard Sean and I talking about not wanting to become a follower of you know who.” Y/N explained. “I think they have had this planned since they found out about my house and that Harry was here.”

Albus nodded, understanding the girl’s predicament. “I will allow you to use the charmed dormitory, remember that Tom Riddle did not know about the existence of this when he was here. Be sure that those you let in are the ones that you can trust.” He reminded. Knowing that Snape had reported many things to him, including what the girl had wanted to talk about and how a certain Riddle boy had been trying to figure out the plans to help her as well.

“Of course.” Y/N nodded before thanking him and leaving his office to head back towards her now-former dorm.

Y/N sat on the bed in the boy’s dormitory in the Slytherin house. Sean had decided to go to his girlfriend’s family for Christmas, Draco was going home for the holidays because his family always threw a Christmas Party, Enzo had gone home, and Theo was either at home or with his girlfriend.

“What makes you stay at Hogwarts anyway?” Y/N asked as she swung her legs up on the bed and scooted back against the headboard of the Riddle boy’s bed. “You don’t want the inside scoop about what they’re planning.”

Mattheo shook his head, finishing up what he was doing. “I try to stay away as long as I can, but I know the life that I am destined to live.” He shrugged acting as if he didn’t care, but Y/n knew that he cared more than anything.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, Teo.” Y/N promised softly. “We were friends for two years before the whole thing went down.” She added and watched him carefully as he sat down on the edge of his bed.

The boy thought for a moment, how did they end up in this situation? It was easy, he thought she deserved better, and she ended up with Theo before he talked himself into telling her how he felt. “I don’t want to be like my father” He finally spoke up. It was the only way that he could express his worry without physically admitting that he was scared.  

Y/N sat up further and scooted herself closer to him, “Why would you be your father? You’re far from it.” she asked, her hand resting on his back as she scooted herself up to be more even with him.

Mattheo shrugged, “My father expects me to be, and my mother will carry out anything that my father says.” He muttered knowing exactly how his family works, within the next year he would be walking around with the dark mark and there was nothing he could do about it.

Y/N thought for a moment. Everyone knew that his father was the way he was because of love potions. Anyone conceived during a love potion was unable to love, one of the bad side-effects of using a love potion on anyone. “You are far from your father.” Y/N started hoping to get his spirits up. “Your father is unable to love and care about people, and I know deep down, whether you show it or not, that you care about people.”

“I care about you.” He muttered as he carefully met Y/N’s gaze.

‘Well,” Y/n started completely startled by his open statement. “I am a person, and I care about you too, Teo.”

Mattheo’s lips quirked upward for a split second before leaning forward a bit. “Why did you go out with Theo?” he asked quietly, not breaking the tension between them.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, confusion about why it mattered. “I don’t see why that matters.” She replied not sure what Mattheo was wanting to hear from her. She had originally dated Theo to forget about Mattheo and to get her parents off her back. That didn’t make it hurt any less when he cheated on her, because at the time she would have told you that she loved him, now she realizes that it wasn’t love. It was far from love.

“Why do you have to make this harder than it has to be.” Mattheo mumbled before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. Their bodies turned to face each other as he deepened the kiss and Y/N’s hand moved to the back of his neck, her hand in his hair. They kissed until they had to break apart for air. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment you walked into the great hall with him.” He whispered carefully, bringing his hand up to her face so she wouldn’t pull away.

Instead of replying, Y/N just molded their lips back together, because if the truth was known, she had been craving Mattheo’s affection for two years.

Waking up on Christmas morning was different than any other holiday morning. Mainly because the snow would line the ground and the pretty decorations would be hung up. This year was different, because Y/N had woken up in Mattheo’s bed. Nothing sexual had happened between them recently, but it was safe to say that the “fake dating” was becoming more real with each day.

“Merry Christmas, love.” Mattheo’s raspy morning voice spoke as he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck to get her to wake up.

Y/N woke up with a bright smile, the warmth of the boy next to her surrounding her. “Merry Christmas.” She replied, turning over to face Mattheo. Both of their hair was messed up, due to sleep and they had probably slept through breakfast since they had both felt well rested, but neither of them cared.

“You want breakfast?” he asked softly as he pushed some of her hair out of her face. He was shocked at how easy it was to be himself around her. It was something that he had never expected or experienced. True, they were close previously, but he never let himself show much emotion. “I may be able to get a snack until lunch.”

Y/N shrugged, “s’up to you.” She mumbled, closing her eyes again for a split second. Mattheo took that as his chance to casual steal a kiss. It was short and sweet and nothing drastic. Y/N peeled her eyes back open a smile on her face, “You’re getting comfortable kissing me, teo.” She teased, placing her hand on his cheek.

A cheeky grin graced Mattheos, usually emotionless, face. “You’re finally letting me.”

She shook her head at his statement, “I told you when we started this that you could do anything you wanted.” She recalled noticing his eyes narrow at the mention of the plan that started this.

“I wanted it to be real, I’ve always wanted it to be real.” He quietly admitted, feeling shy for even telling the truth about it. It showed how he was scared to tell you how he felt, especially with you having dated his best friend.

“You,” Y/N started as she leaned up a bit to meet his gaze face-to-face. “Are turning into a sap.” She teased and let out a laugh when she noticed Mattheo’s cheeks turn dark pink. “Lucky for you, I love those types.” She finished crashing her lips to his and feeling the similar rush that she had two years ago.

The make-out session had gone on for a bit, until they were interrupted by Mattheo’s stomach. With that the two officially parted and agreed to meet back in Y/N’s new dorm after they had gotten ready, and he had gone to get food since they had missed the first meal of the day. Lunch would be rolling around soon, so their hunger was not a huge issue now. Mattheo had returned to Y/n’s new dorm with her favorite snack and the two had just spent Christmas in the presence of each other.

The winter break had flown by for the duo and soon it was New year’s, and the train and carriages would be returning to Hogwarts the next day. Somewhere between the jokes, conversations, and bookathons, Mattheo had asked Y/N to officially be his girlfriend and not just around his friends. Given, anyone who was left at Hogwarts could tell that something had shifted between them. What little group of students were left often had their eyes focused on the two worse than they usually did. Maybe it was because they were showing more pda, or maybe their relationship looked more real after they had a full two, almost three weeks to bond.

“Why did this break go so fast?” Y/N complained as her head rested on Mattheo’s lap. The couple sat in the Slytherin common room, on the couch that their friend group always occupied. The green hues showing as the flame moved was interesting to Y/N, especially because it was starting to become her favorite color. “I enjoyed the break from Veronica trying to ruin my life.” She muttered, her boyfriend playing with her hair making her more relaxed.

“She can’t ruin your life even if she tried.” Mattheo remarked back as he sat the book in his hands down. “You coming with me out to the lawn?”

Y/N shook her head, knowing that mattheo had hardly smoked since the break. Maybe it was a habit that affected him worse when he was worried or stressed or maybe it had been what she had said during their game of truth or dare. Whatever the reason, she had noticed how Mattheo relaxed more easily when it was just the two of them. It didn’t matter what they did because he was laid back and never seemed like he worried about anything. Sometimes, Y/N wondered if he could feel the dread or the bad vibes like she did. She knew she was feeling them due to what was about to happen, but she didn’t know if it was the letters from her parents or what was brewing and fixing to start. Either way she knew that it was going to be bad.

One thing she knew for sure was that she would protect her friends and everyone she loved at all costs. Regardless of what would happen to her and not caring about what her family will do.

again, I apologize because I hate how this chapter ended and how it went. I promise to try my hardest to make the last few chapters better. With that being said, i will now be saying my drafts on word, even after writing them here to prevent further deleting any part of the story!

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do you have a master list?

I do not have one posted but I am currently working on one, I have had it in my drafts for while. I will be posting it soon.