tateshifts

[tateshifts]

don’t unfollow me okay. i’m going to make a really good post one of these days. just wait.

[tateshifts]

—the archer

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

summary: when you state starts worsening, you hope to pull away from everything without someone noticing. but mattheo notices the signs, and he won't let someone he lo— he won't let you slip away...

warnings: mentions of depression, of harming behavior and worsening condition of someones mental health, angst with a happy ending, cursing, like a lot of it

note: this just came out of me. originally i hadn't intented for it to be so depressing, but here we are lol. the ending is happy i promise and there might be a love confession

there was a party today. you had heard about it when two slytherins you didn't know the names of, had discussed their outfits for the night.

you couldn't remember when you had last been to a party.

you couldn't even remember when someone had last invited you to one. you had stopped showing up at things a long time ago. and some time after that, people had stopped wondering where you were— and you were relieved.

it was easier to spiral when no one noticed.

when there wasn't someone you had to constantly find excuses for. why you didn't leave the bed. why you didn't eat for two days before you had a real meal on the third. why you weren't you anymore.

it was easier when you didn't have to explain. it was easier, because you didn't know how to explain.

it felt like any room you entered these days was filled with people who could see through you, knowing you weren't who you pretended to be. that you weren't worth their time. it was easier to realize that than to continue pretending.

you avoided mirrors when you walked through the halls of the castle. you didn't raise your hands in your classes, if you even went to them in the first place, and you stopped caring about what others thought of you.

all of it had been going great, until the last person you had expected, showed up at your door.

mattheo riddle and you had been friends since your first year in hogwarts. you had naturally floated toward his group, being born as a pureblood in one of the richest families in the wizarding world.

if money would've been able to fix whatever the hell was wrong with you, you were sure you would’ve never had any problems in the first place.

mattheo and you had known each other much longer, even before hogwarts, but you wouldn't have considered each others friends, so you never really counted that.

mattheo’s group had once felt like home— not because of how much they liked you, but because they never asked why you were quiet some days and reckless the next. they had grown up around chaos too. they understood the unspoken rule: you don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.

at some point, they had stopped being your friends and started being people you avoided in the hallways. you’d cut them off so gently they hadn’t even noticed at first— a missed class here, a forgotten lunch there. and then, eventually, nothing at all. you thought that was the cleanest way to disappear.

but mattheo had noticed. evidently.

"what are you doing here?" you asked as you opened the door. your roomate had been gone for a few hours, probably at that party you had heard about earlier, so you were alone in the room, leaning against the door and staring mattheo down like he had greatly offended you by showing up.

"oh look, she can actually talk" he noted sarcastically, stepping around you without an invitation and sitting down on your bed, facing you.

you sighed, before you closed the door. "and what is that supposed to mean?"

mattheo wasn't the one to talk about things gently. "well, exactly what it sounds like" he shrugged "i thought there had to be something wrong with your voice, because you haven't opened your fucking mouth in weeks"

"you're so dramatic"

"am i?" mattheo asked with furrowed brows. "because i sure as all aren't the one shutting themselves off in their little rapunzel tower. wanting to be left alone so badly they forgot all basic manners when they enter a room. here's a tip: people appreciate hearing the word 'hello' from time to time."

you shook your head, rolling your eyes at his attitude. "maybe you shouldn't knock on doors when you weren't invited."

"maybe you should stop moping around like someone stole your favorite hair-tie"

"oh fuck off, mattheo" you crossed your arms. "you have no idea what's going on."

"no?" he repeated, trying his best to provoke you. "then enlighten me. what's been going on with you? and it better be good, because i didn't come all this way to hear some stupid excuse of you feeling tired." he leaned back, waiting for you to talk.

"but i do feel tired" you said, your tone totally different than before, "i feel so tired, mattheo"

mattheo looked you up and down. he noticed the bags under your eyes, how you had basically shrunken under his gaze and the way you coudln't even look him in the eyes while you talked.

"tired of what?"

"i don't know, of everything" you threw your hands around, pointing around you. "of my life"

"and you think disappearing from everything is gonna solve that?" mattheo asked. "because if you don't live your life you suddenly stop hating it?"

you said nothing, biting down on your lip while simply staring at him.

"this is not how it works, okay?" he stood up, crossing the room and taking your shoulders into his hands, as if to shake sense into your body. "and you think this is fun to watch? think we don't care? that we've simply forgotten you, because you tried to make us?"

"you should've"

"fuck that" mattheo shook his head, exasperation flowing his features. "enzo and theo ask about you daily, pansy tries to take notes in class to save them for you, draco sits at the library every thursday waiting for you to show up, even though he knows you won't. and blaise still brings up that stupid inside joke the two of you had every time someone orders peppermint tea. we didn't stop caring just because you wanted us to"

you pulled your shoulders back, frustration bubbling over. “you don’t get it, mattheo. you can’t just care your way through this. It’s not that simple.”

he tightened his grip on your shoulders, eyes fierce. “try me.”

you pushed his hands away, running your owns through your hair as you turned away from him. "i don't need whatever you're trying to do, okay?" your voice grew louder. "i don't need someone to tell me there's something fucking wrong with me, because i already know it"

“i’m not here to tell you anything,” he repeated, his voice low but steady, following a step behind as you turned away. “i’m here because i’ve been there.”

you paused, shoulders stiffening at the weight in his tone— not angry, not sarcastic, just… raw.

“don’t lie to me, mattheo,” you muttered. “you don’t know what it’s like.”

"oh, i know what it's like, okay?" he breathed, waiting a few seconds, before he finally continued "to look in every mirror and hate what you see, to not want to get out of bed because you feel like whatever you do, you have no fucking control over what will happen, to stop enjoying things you once loved and to stop wanting to be around people who you once loved."

"mattheo—"

"i'm not trying to tell you what the fuck is wrong with you" mattheo interrupted. "i'm trying to tell you that there might be a way out of it. but staying here and shutting everyone out won't make it better. because after a while, people start accepting that you don't want to see them, parties get thrown without anyone even thinking about inviting you and some day you really won't have anyone who cares and then you're genuinely at the worst fucking point. a point with no return."

"we're already way past that point" you shrugged. "so, what does it matter?"

"we're not, okay?" mattheo replied angrily. "because that's not something you just decide like that. you still have us, even if you don't want us to care. and you're fucking stupid if you really think i will continue watching this until you reach a point of no return."

"then stop watching!" you snapped, spinning back toward him. "if it's so hard for you, mattheo, then leave! stop showing up at my door, stop dragging me out of my own head just to yell at me for being different than you want me to be! i didn't ask for this—"

"you didn't have to!" he interrupted, stepping closer, eyes burning with something wild and sharp. "because it's not something you ask for. if people care about you, they're going to show up, whether you want them to or not."

tears welled up in your eyes, as you stared back at him.

"you think this care?" you asked in disbelief, trying to swallow the tears as you screamed. "barging into people’s lives when they’ve made it very clear they don’t want you there? yelling at them for not being who they used to be? you think that makes it better?”

“i think someone has to care enough to try,” mattheo shot back, brows furrowed. “and clearly, no one else is knocking down your door!”

“because i don’t want them to!” you shouted. “i didn’t ask for anyone to play hero or to fix me or care! i don’t need pity, mattheo!”

he stepped forward, jaw clenched. “this isn’t pity—”

"then what the fuck is it?" you snapped, the tears now flowing freely. "because this does look scarily close to it. what do you want from me?"

"i want you to stop acting like you’re the only one who's ever gone through hell!” he shouted, his voice rising again. “you think you’ve cornered the market on pain? on loneliness? on pushing everyone away because it’s easier to fall alone than drag people down with you? congratu-fucking-lations if you really think that's an achievement.”

you flinched like he’d struck you— but it wasn’t the volume that cut. It was the truth buried under every word.

“you think i want to be like this?” you hissed, voice shaking. “you think i chose to wake up every day and feel like I can’t breathe? you think i don’t hate it?!”

“i know you hate it!” he snapped, stepping closer again, hands twitching at his sides like he didn’t know whether to pull you in or throw something across the room. “that’s the fucking problem! you hate it, and instead of fighting it, you’ve just decided to rot in it!”

"oh, fuck you!" you bellowed, stepping back in utter disgust. "just because you know what it feels like doesn't mean you can act so high and mighty, like you have any type of authority over the way i deal with it."

"i'm not trying to!"

"then what the fuck do you want?" you shouted, your voice growing impossibly louder. "you come here to tell me how to deal with my problems, but you don't want to control me, but at the same time you do... it’s just back and forth with you. do i need to spell it out for you to get it? i don't need whatever this is, so what do you still fucking want from me?"

"you really think i came here with a plan?" he screamed back, matching your tone. "you really think i sat down and thought about how i approach this mess of a situation best? no, because you don't sit down to plan how you're gonna save someone who's drowning, you just get there and you try your best to fucking save them, that's how it works."

"you can't save people who don't want to be saved."

"why are you so fucking stubborn?" he bellowed. "i've never met someone as infuriating as you. it's fucking annoying."

"yeah? well congratulations," you snarled, breathless. "add it to the list of things you hate about me."

his expression twisted, like you’d struck him. good. let it hurt.

"you think i can just stop feeling like this?" you spat when he didn't answer. "oh, poor mattheo, he cares so much even when people don't want him to, he’s such a great person. god, it must be exhausting being you with care that comes so easily you don't even know who to place it onto next, you fucking twat"

"i don’t care because it’s easy!" he exploded, angrier than you had ever seen him before, taking a step forward. "i care because I fucking love you, okay?!"

the room grew quiet, your arms falling to your side as you narrowed your eyes at him. mattheo took a breath, but didn't say a word.

"what?" you asked, softly, your voice almost not there. maybe you didn't even want him to hear it.

but then his voice returned so suddenly you almost got whiplash. “fuck. i love you, alright?”

you stared at him, lips parted, every argument you had prepared suddenly useless.

he shook his head, furious at himself now. “i didn’t mean to say that. i wasn’t—this wasn’t how i wanted to—” he stopped again, ran a hand through his hair, defeated. “but it’s the truth. and I’m so fucking tired of hiding it.”

the room fell dead silent. your heart pounded so loud you could barely hear yourself think.

mattheo waited for you to say something, anything, but you kept quiet, so he was the one who spoke.

"you want to know what all this is? this fight, this yelling, me showing up at your door like a bloody lunatic—it isn't me trying to be a fucking hero. this is what love looks like when it’s terrified.”

"terrified?" you repeated, your voice almost giving in. you suddenly felt very lightheaded, like you would lose conciousness at any moment.

"terrified" mattheo nodded. "i don't need you to say it back or anything, that's not the reason behind it. but i need you to survive and i’m terrified you won’t."

"mattheo, i—" you shook your head, biting down your words, unsure what you should answer. all the words were suddenly buried so far back, you couldn't even imagine reaching them ever again.

"you don't have to say anything" he said. "this is not some fucking ‘get better so i can love you’ situation. because i'm gonna love you wether you want it or not, wether you get better or continue to hide in your fucking room for all eternity— so fuck that, okay?”

he took a breath “i want you to get better for yourself" he said softly, even managing to sound friendly while constantly cursing.

"because i remember how you spent hours outside just because you liked the way the sun felt on your body, or how you came to the library every thursday to work on your history of magic papers, not because you actually needed the extra time, but because you knew draco needed it, but would always be too stubborn to ask for your help.”

you sniffled, tearing up even further. the way he looked at you and the words he said broke your heart but stitched it back together at the same time.

“you used to love chocolate cake and pumpkin juice, the sound of snow crunching under your feet, listening to music at parties, dancing, laughing— living."

"mattheo—"

"no, please, let me finish" he muttered softly. "i know whatever you're going through feels impossible to overcome and it won't be easy, i can promise you as much… but even though you probably feel so fucking disconnected to everything that was before this— you aren't, because the you from before, she's still in there" he softly touched your cheek with his hand and you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch.

"i can tell, because you're crying while we're fighting, and you always did that, even when we were children." he counted on.

"because you looked at me with the same expression you always used to have and because you can feel me touching you right now. you can feel the warmth of my hand and it feels good. because you can still feel things and you will continue to feel them more and more as time goes on. you're not beyond the point of saving, but you have to do it yourself"

"you really believe in me that much?" you whispered softly, opening your eyes and meeting his brown orbs. "even when i tried everything to push you away?"

he looked at you like he couldn't believe you were seriously asking that. "what does it look like?" he muttered sarcastically "showing up unannounced in your room, screaming at you and confessing my love didn't prove that to you already?"

you laughed through your tears and nodded. "i will try, okay?"

"one step at a time" mattheo reminded softly. "i'll be here"

“just for the record” you mumbled, leaning your forehead against his. “the way i felt about you never changed, not even when i was at my worst. because i love you too”

you looked up at him, eyes searching his face, and added, “that never really stopped.”

[tateshifts]

toooo good holy shit

OLD HABITS

slytherin boys x gn!teacher reader (platonic)

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 2k

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : you graduated three years ago, but the slytherin boys still talk about you like a myth. now you’re back… as their professor.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you were a legend.

not in the grand, historical sense. not the type to be etched into portraits or remembered in dusty school records. no, yours was a different kind of legend. one passed around in whispers in the common room. in smoke trails drifting out from the edge of the astronomy tower. in escape routes down secret staircases no one else dared to use.

so when word spread through the great hall that you were back : alive, employed, and walking the halls as the new magical beasts professor, it caused the kind of silence that could only mean something big was coming.

theo was the first to break it.

“you’re joking.”

“nope,” said blaise, who had overheard one of the hufflepuff girls talking about how hot the new professor was. “apparently they walked in with a hippogriff and didn’t flinch when it tried to snap.”

mattheo leaned forward. “didn’t they teach us how to charm open the back entrance to the owlery?”

“no, that was fourth year,” muttered draco. “third year was the time they found that wine cellar under greenhouse three.”

“that was good wine,” said lorenzo, almost reverently. “and they shared it. with us.”

pansy raised a brow, amused. “I thought they’d disappeared into some forest job in eastern europe.”

“they did,” theo said. “came back with a scar and a lot more patience.”

“and now they’re teaching,” mattheo added, mostly to himself.

draco just smirked and folded his arms. “they better not act all serious and authoritative towards us.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you walked into your first class five minutes early, boots muddy, sleeves rolled up, a little bit of wind in your hair. the creatures for today’s lesson : bowtruckles, nothing dramatic, were already perched on your arm like old friends.

and very familiar faces were waiting for you.

some taller. some sharper around the edges. but still the same underneath.

you took them in : mattheo lounging at the back with that practiced look of boredom, theo twirling his quill lazily, draco sitting like he ran the school, blaise leaning back in his chair with that half-smile, and pansy pretending she wasn’t waiting for you to acknowledge her first.

your mouth twitched. “well. Look what the castle dragged in.”

mattheo’s eyes lit up instantly. “I knew it.”

you raised a brow, setting the bowtruckles gently on the desk. “did you miss me, riddle?”

he shrugged with zero shame. “you’re basically the reason we survived until fourth year.”

“I was more of a cautionary tale than anything.”

“you were our hero,” theo said bluntly.

“I taught you how to siphon firewhiskey out of Slughorn’s reserves once.”

“yup. that’s what i call a heroic act.”

you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “right, sit up. eyes front. you’re not fourteen anymore.”

draco lifted a brow. “youu’re not that much older than us.”

“three years is a lifetime when you’re a teenage boy,” you said dryly.

they laughed, and for a second it felt like no time had passed at all.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

the class was easy. you always had a knack for creatures and a talent for explaining things without sounding like a textbook. the bowtruckles behaved. the students (your old group especially) hung on your every word like they were waiting for you to pull a trick from your sleeve.

you didn’t. not yet at least.

but after class, when the rest of the students filtered out and the sky began to soften into gold, mattheo lingered.

he leaned against the side of your desk, arms folded, posture lazy but eyes bright.

“so,” he said. “you’re a professor now.”

“apparently.”

“didn’t see that coming. honestly? I figured you’d get arrested for breaking into the ministry. or disappear into a dragon preserve and send us mysterious postcards.”

“I almost did.”

mattheo laughed, low and real. you hadn’t realized how much you’d missed that sound.

you gave him a look, then jerked your head toward the door. “still use the second-floor corridor to sneak out after curfew?”

“of course,” he said. “your map still works.”

you blinked. “you still have my map?”

he looked smug. “theo kept it. said it was the closest thing we had to a holy text.

you shook your head, but warmth spread through your chest like firewhiskey. you hadn’t come back expecting much. maybe respect, maybe curiosity. but not this. this instant, easy pull back into the space you'd carved out years ago.

you were still part of them. in a way.

mattheo kicked at the floor with the toe of his boot, then said, more quietly, “it’s kind of weird, seeing you here. like… full circle or something.”

you nodded. “feels weird. but not bad.”

he glanced up at you again, and for just a second, he looked younger. not the too-cool seventh year with a devil-may-care grin, but the fourteen-year-old you once caught crying on the roof after a letter from home. the one you handed a cigarette to without asking questions, just sat next to until the shaking stopped.

and he remembered that. you could tell.

“I’m glad you’re back,” he said, softer now.

you just reached into your pocket, pulled out a lighter. the same beat-up one they all used to sneak from your satchel, and held it up between two fingers. mattheo’s face split into a grin. “you brought it.”

“old habits.”

he chuckled and took it, turning it over once in his hands before slipping it into his coat.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

that night, you found yourself walking the familiar path to the astronomy tower. out of curiosity, maybe. or memory.

and you weren't surprised to find them there : your slytherin crew, sprawled out under the stars like they used to be. someone had brought snacks. someone else had smuggled up firewhiskey. theo had dragged a blanket out, and Pansy had already claimed half of it.

“well,” blaise said, lifting his drink, “look who still knows the way.” mattheo just smiled and patted the space beside him.

you sat, and it was like nothing had changed, except everything had. you were older now. a professor. a mentor. anauthority figure.

but to them, you’d always be more than that.

you were the one who taught them how to live a little. to bend the rules without breaking. to find their own way. and now you were back. maybe that’s what real influence was : leaving a mark so deep, even time couldn’t wash it out.

as the night stretched on and the stars spun lazily above the castle, someone passed you a flask. you didn’t ask where it came from. just took a sip, and passed it back, and let the quiet laughter of your old shadows fill the air.

“I should be giving all of you detention, you know that ?”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a/n : first gender neutral reader fic, hope i did okay !!!

[tateshifts]

[tateshifts]

always writes the best fluff i’m in love w this 😭😭

AFTER HOURS

ceo!husband mattheo riddle x reader

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 2k

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : mattheo comes home after a long day of work, seeking comfort from his wife

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the townhouse was quiet when the clock in the hall chimed half-past eleven. you sat curled into the corner of the velvet sofa, legs tucked beneath you, a cup of chamomile tea lukewarm in your hands. your book had fallen shut on your lap nearly an hour ago, but you hadn’t moved. not really. not since you realized mattheo wouldn’t be home for dinner. again.

this wasn’t uncommon. not exactly. As CEO of one of the most elite magical innovation firms in the wizarding world, mattheo’s days were long and his meetings were endless. investors, press, R&D teams with volatile spelltech prototypes… all of it demanded his sharp mind and sharper tongue. but lately, it had felt different. he hadn’t just been busy. he’d been… distant. not cold, just tired. stretched thin.

you never doubted he loved you. not even for a second. still, you missed him.

the townhouse felt bigger without him in it. too quiet. roo still.

you were half-asleep, head resting on your fist, when the soft click of the front door broke the silence. the lock shifted. boots landed on the hardwood. a coat rustled.

you didn’t move.

“love?” his low voice, rough with exhaustion curled through the hallway before he stepped into view.

mattheo looked wrecked.

his suit jacket was slung over one arm, tie loose around his neck, hair a tousled mess like he’d run his fingers through it a hundred times today. his eyes, sharp and storm-dark but usually so composed, softened the second they met yours.

he blinked, like maybe he wasn’t sure you were still awake.

“hi,” you said quietly.

he exhaled a breath he’d been holding since noon, maybe longer. “you’re still up.”

“I waited.”

he dropped his jacket over the arm of the chair and crossed the room in a few strides, crouching down in front of you, his knees brushing the rug. he didn’t say anything at first, just rested his head on your knee like he’d done a hundred times before, his hands wrapping gently around your calves.

you ran your fingers through his hair, slow and soft, and he sighed. the kind of sigh that let go of everything.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured into the fabric of your lounge pants. “I didn’t mean to stay this late again. I swear I meant to come home hours ago.”

“I figured,” you said, trying to keep it light, but there was a hitch in your voice you couldn’t quite hide.

he looked up at you, guilt written all over him. “I missed you all day.”

“you always say that,” you whispered, smiling just a little.

“because it’s always true.” he leaned up, cupping your face in one hand, thumb brushing your cheek. “you’re the only thing I look forward to anymore.”

you stared at him for a moment, then moved aside the book and patted the couch.

“come here, then.”

he didn’t hesitate. just climbed onto the sofa and pulled you into his arms like it was the only place he belonged. his body molded against yours, long legs tangled with yours beneath the throw blanket, his head resting against your shoulder. you held him like you were trying to wrap around all the parts of him the world had scraped raw.

“tell me about your day,” you whispered into his hair.

“only if you promise to wake me up if I fall asleep in the middle of it,” he mumbled, already melting against you.

you smiled, tracing lazy circles on his back. “deal.”

mattheo didn’t start talking right away. he just hummed low in his throat and burrowed further into you, one hand slipping under the blanket to rest on your waist. his fingertips were cold, but his touch was careful. familiar.

a moment passed before he spoke. his voice was softer now, quiet in the way people talk when they’re barely holding their eyes open.

“it was long,” he murmured.

you nodded, brushing your hand through his hair. “I figured.”

he let out a slow breath against your neck, and it hit you how heavy he felt tonight. not just physically… though his full weight was half-draped over you. but emotionally too. like something in him had given out the moment he walked through the door.

“meetings ran late,” he said. “someone from the office kept pushing numbers that didn’t add up, and no one wanted to say anything, so I had to be the asshole again.”

your hand stilled in his hair.

“you’re not an asshole.”

he let out a tired little sound, not quite a laugh. “I am, actually. to most people. not to you.”

you kissed the top of his head. “not even close.”

he went quiet for a bit after that. just breathing. one of his hands moved slowly under your shirt, resting flat and warm against the curve of your back. he just needed to feel your skin, like it reminded him what was real.

“you ever think,” he mumbled, eyes closed now, “that we’re too young to be living like this?”

you blinked, surprised by the question.

“like what?”

he shifted a little, tightening his hold on you. “townhouse. marriage. me running a company that scares half the room when I walk in. you waiting up for me like some 1950s housewife with better hair.”

you snorted. “I didn’t wait up. I fell asleep here. accidentally.”

he huffed a quiet breath that might’ve been a smile. “right.”

then he went quiet again. you could tell he was getting sleepy because the pauses between his thoughts were getting longer, his grip looser but still there. like muscle memory.

“but yeah,” he murmured eventually. “sometimes I think it’s all too much.”

you leaned your cheek against his forehead. “and other times?”

he didn’t respond right away.

“sometimes I come home, and you’re here. and I think… I’d do all of it again. just to get this part.”

your throat tightened but you didn’t say anything. you didn’t have to.

the fire crackled softly in the background. rain tapped at the window.

mattheo let out another long breath and pressed a soft kiss to your collarbone. barely there, just a brush of warmth.

“I hate missing things with you,” he whispered, eyes still closed. “dinner. the dumb show you like. just... existing near you.”

you curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “you’re here now.”

“yeah,” he said. “and I’m not going anywhere.”

and he didn’t.

he just held you. let his day fall off his shoulders and into your hands. let the quiet settle between you like a blanket heavier than the one draped over your legs. no more work talk. no more weight. just two people on a couch, late at night, tangled together in a kind of love no one else ever got to see.

eventually, his breathing slowed again. you could feel the moment he fell asleep, his hand going still on your waist, the little twitch in his brow fading.

and you stayed like that until the fire burned low. until the rain stopped. until the world felt very far away and wonderfully small, just the two of you curled into each other in the living room of your shared home.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a/n : hey pookies, hope everyone is doing well ! one thing about me is that i’ll always be a sucker for domestic fluff. hope you like it xx

[tateshifts]

Hello! I really like your blog and I was wondering if you could help me with something!

I still haven’t shifted, so I really wanted to know this from someone who has already successfully done it: Have you ever shifted to a family in your DR that wasn’t the same one as the one you have in your CR? If so, when you shift, do they feel like your actual family? Or does it feel off?

I’m currently working on my script, and I’m scripting myself a new family, but I’m worried they will feel more like random people than actual family. Will it feel “real”?

Thank you for your time!

hii, thankyou so much <33

my family in my dr is the same in my cr, they just have different personalities as they have lived different lives. so being around them does seem a little off because i’m around these people that i’ve known my whole life and now they’re just acting different ??

although, it does feel natural as you have been there your whole life. you’ve already lived with them, interacted with them, all that stuff.. so deep down you feel at ease. you also ‘find’ memories the more you live in your dr. i say find because, for example, when you first see your father it ‘unlocks’ memories you have in that dr. they might not be instant but it will happen sooner or later. and you will remember how you lived in that dr and how you are with your family and it will feel more natural.

but yes, it will feel real. it might take some getting used to of course but adjusting is normal and apart of your shifting journey!

i hope this helped !!

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hi! thank you for answering about your hogwarts DR :)

Oh, it’s so interesting that you shifted without scripting! I’ve been struggling to do mine, so I think I might create something really vague and just let my subconscious do the rest😂

I wanted some of the original plot from the movies/books, but I also wanted Mattheo and the boys in it. But I also kinda wanted it to be less tense, so we can all enjoy a more, yk?😭 But I’ve been struggling so hard to find a way that will work.

Do you think that it would work to just script a small resume of what I want it to be like and let the rest just create itself?

I’m sorry for the questions, I’m new at shifting…

hi lovelyyy

i rely on my subconscious for a lot of it, i know what i want and for me writing it down and scripting can overcomplicate sometimes.

yes, you can do whatever you think will work for you. script the things that you think you need reassurance on ? as in the laid back vibe of harry potter that you’re going for. but regardless it will create itself! as long as you know what you want and where you want to go, you’ll be fine! trust yourself and your subconscious.

also affirming and visualising can help lots with creating a clear idea of your dr ! don’t be sorry for the questions, i love answering them & i hope this helped x

[tateshifts]

this might be a loaded question but how did you manage to shift… I’ve been trying forever and just gave up 😭

hehehe dw it’s not !

my shifting method is here

it did take a lot of zoning out ? as in blocking out all the doubt and really believing. but for the most part it’s just the relaxing and getting into that meditative state to shift. all you need is a clear mind of where you’re going and what you’ll see, feel, hear, taste, smell and you’re basically there 😭😭 sounds optimistic i know but when you’ve gotten into that headspace it makes it so much easier.

just please don’t give up! it’s not a one and done kind of thing, everytime you try you’re one step closer. i think every attempt is a shift !!

i hoped this helped <3 (if not send another ask or msg me 😭)

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more theodore nott in your dr please🙏🙏

THEODORE NOTT ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ in my dr pt2

✮ . . . he keeps to himself a lot, even though he’s close with mattheo. he does value his alone time. he likes to process and think things over without having someone yapping in his ear (mattheo doesn’t stfu)

✮ . . . theo actually likes reading😱 first time i took him to waterstones in manchester he was beaming. you could just tell he was in his element. he ran straight to the classics section, which you wouldn’t think he would do because he doesn’t seem like the type but that’s exactly what he did. i think it’s bc no one knew him in that area so he didnt gaf

✮ . . . he likes pavarti patil. they’re talking in my dr, and they’re so well fitted. you can tell he’s actually trying to be good to her. buys her sweets from his trips to hogsmeade and her favourite flowers (pink roses).

✮ . . . party animal – do i have to say more ? this man is the one to plan all the parties, or get people out of bed for pub garden in the summer. he loves a good drink and he doesn’t believe in casual drinking (same tbh)

✮ . . . blaise and theo tell me that they’re neighbours in italy.. but i think they’re trying to mess with me, but i do know that they have residences over there.

(this ask got lost bc i rarely get them im so so so sorry)

thanks for reading ❦｡･:*:･ﾟ. follows, likes & reblogs are appreciated x

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hii kind of random but i was wondering where theo is from exactly in your dr? and do you have any random facts about him you could share? <3

hihi thank u for the ask <3

i’m my dr theo is 1/4 italian and he holds onto it for dear LIFE. mothers side is where it’s from, he is fluent i’m pretty sure. he speaks it well anyways. he has properties in italy so he takes holidays there in the summer, it is really beautiful there. (i’ve only seen photos😒😒😔😔) his father didnt like the italian. bc it reminded him of theo’s mother but now theo just speaks it whenever bc he’s a free man ayy

some random facts about theo here !!

[tateshifts]

hi! I was wondering if you could talk a bit more about your Hogwarts Dr. I read you scripted Harry being the chosen one out and that you added the slytherin boys!

I’m also trying to do something similar in my DR, but I’m struggling to find what to do with the plot. Did you script away all of the original plot? Is voldemort still alive? How and where did mattheo grow up?

I’d be really happy if you could help me :)

hi hi hiii, i found a paragraph from my dr backstory which explains mattheo, voldemort, harry and the chosen one…

also this wasn’t scripted! i don’t have a script so all of this is just how it happened to be when i shifted. i of course had an idea of what i wanted my dr to be like, but all the little details and other peoples lives just happened to be !

tw: abuse

tom riddle / voldemort looks like an older version of tom riddle from the second hp movies, this is how he can procreate.. he took baby mattheo from his mother and then killed her. we will never know who his mother is, unless he does a DNA test of course. mattheo doesn’t see any reason to do a DNA test because the fact is that it won’t bring her back, he says it’s better to leave the past alone. mattheo inherited the riddle estate when voldemort died but he couldn’t legally access it until he was 18, so theo sr kept it until he was of age. the riddle estate is where mattheo and theo stay now, they moved in 4 years ago and left theo sr. mattheo and theo both have access to their families vaults at gringotts which is how they can support themselves.

mrs. nott died from long-term domestic abuse, by theodore sr. theo suffered from abuse from his father after his mother died as he ‘needed a new outlet’ to ‘let off steam’. mattheo and theo grew up in this household together, after voldemort died in july 2005 by james potter, theo sr. ‘adopted’ mattheo. when voldemort died that was the end of the wizarding war, and it was the last war to ever happen in my dr. as a result ‘the chosen one’ doesn’t exist in a way thank fuck, although harry still finds a way to be insufferable. james potter is the chosen one but it’s old news now so no one really cares.

pure-blood supremacy is still a massive issue in the wizarding world and there has been incidents where death eaters have tried to bring back voldemort’s ways but it’s always failed. attacks on muggles aren’t low but they also aren’t as bad as they were when voldemort was around.

this is all come from my knowledge of things that i’ve heard, seen or been told in my dr. i hope this helps! mwah💋💋

[tateshifts]

I love music so much, I hope I'm a pair of headphones in my next life

[tateshifts]

love love love loveeeeeee

pairing: slytherin!group x fem!nott!reader, enzo berkshire x fem!nott!reader

summary: a mysterious love letter turns up in the slytherin common room and suddenly everyone thinks its for them... all while luna lovegood is simply trying to record everyones interview for the student papers

warnings: cursing, sexual references, mattheo being horny asf, ooc slytherins, me yapping, slow burnnnn

note: what if i just left this here? what then, huh???

"good gracious, woman, you're looking dashing today." mattheo said when you walked into the slytherin common room in the morning.

you narrowed your eyes at his weird behaviour. "are you—" your frown deepened. "—are you flirting with me?" you crossed your arms. "stop it, it's weird."

"is it really weird when i'm just trying to tell you how beautiful you look?"

your eyes darted across the room as if to search for something that would explain this very twilight zone experience. or maybe your friends were trying to get a rise out of you once again.

"it's ten in the morning, so if you're doing anything else than shutting up, then yeah, it's weird." you walked up the stairs to leave the common room and walk into the direction of the great hall, mattheo still hot on your heels. "also it's saturday. you normally sleep in until two or something."

"i was waiting for you."

"waiting for me?" you repeated. "are you sick?" you froze in the middle of the hallway, worriedly pressing a hand against mattheo's forehead.

mattheo pushed your hand away with his own, trying to interlink your fingers with his in a smooth gesture.

you pulled away quickly. "handholding?" you took another step back. "what has gotten into you, mattheo?"

"nothing," mattheo shook his head and fluttered his eyelashes at you— you guessed that that was supposed to look cute, but it send shivers down your spine. "i just had a visit from a little friend called armor."

"sure" you nodded unimpressed. "tell you friend to take his medicine."

"your sarcastic energy is killing all the positive feelings." he gestured between the two of you.

"good" you smiled.

"ugh." mattheo groaned. "i'll leave you to it for now, but i'll be back and hopefully you're ready to accept my undying affection by then."

"yeah, hopefully." you rolled your eyes. "i know that i told you to stop doing that, but maybe you should get beaten up to get whatever is loose in your head back in it's original place."

"just love" mattheo muttered, before he turned around and walked back in the direction of the common room.

you looked after him in confusion, before you shrugged, deciding to forget about the thing. it was probably part of some screwed up plan mattheo had cooked up once again. nothing to get angry about.

the great hall was filled with nearly the entire school, loud chattering echoing off the walls as students sat longer than normal, as they had no classes to attend.

"morning," you muttered, sitting down in your usual seat beside pansy. theo and blaise were studying a book about quidditch and draco was pointing out something in the papers for pansy to look at.

your friends returned the greeting.

you reached across the table and grabbed the jam, before you put a big scoop onto your bread.

"very interesting morning so far" theo muttered under his breath and you quirked a brow at him. "did mattheo catch you?"

"oh" you said surprised. "yeah, he did." you averted your eyes, not really keen on talking about the weirdest conversation you had had in a hot minute.

"was muttering something about your eternal beauty." blaise laughed, "some idiot he is, if you ask me."

"eternal what?" enzo asked, just arriving at the table.

"oh, just my sister's eternal beauty that is suddenly so actively talked about." theo muttered with a sharp tone. "any input?"

"uh. y-yeah" enzo nodded, quickly choking down the piece of bread he had started nibbling on. "it's uh- it's there."

"how dashing, enzo," blaise rolled his eyes. "really smooth. i see she's already taking off her shirt—oh, no, sorry, she isn't."

you shot blaise a deadpan look, "you know, blaise, if you spent as much time with your head out of the gutter as you do in it, you might actually be a decent human being."

"touché," blaise raised an eyebrow, smirking, before he returned to his book.

"looks just like me, doesn't he?" your gaze wandered from blaise to draco, who was pointing at a picture in the newspaper— oh no, that was definitely one of pansy's magazines.

"the male model there?" pansy repeated with disbelief.

draco tried to mirror the expression on the model's face. "do i look like him now?" he asked, his eyes jumping between pansy and you, since he had noticed you watching.

"well, you're definitely looking like... something." you winced, a little uncomfortable.

"draco, you don't even have the same hair color as that guy," pansy said unimpressed. "let alone those abs."

"want me to prove it?" draco let go of the magazine and unbottuned the first two buttons of his shirt.

"draco? what the hell?" theo shook his head, chucking the last piece of his bread at the blonde's head. "the fuck you're doing?"

"proving that i'm just as hot." his eyes narrowed at pansy. "if not hotter than this wanna-be model."

"i'm not sure he's just a wanna-be model." enzo corrected, now studying the abondened magazine. "this text here says that he is the highest grossing model of the last year. and that world wide."

theo stared at the magazine in disbelief. “wait, so he’s not just playing dress-up? he actually does this for a living?”

enzo shrugged. “seems like it. and apparently he’s ‘the face of global campaigns’ or whatever.” he paused, squinting at the page. “i mean, who knew?”

pansy’s lips twitched into a smirk. “yeah, draco, not just a wannabe. maybe you should take some notes.”

draco rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to retort something, but was promptly interrupted by blaise.

"yeah, sorry mate, you look nothing like this guy." he turned his head to inspect the image further. "although, i have to say that he looks a bit like me, don't you think?"

enzo shook his head slowly.

"well whatever." draco closed the magazine with a quick movement. "i look much better than him anyway."

"well, i don't see anyone paying money to take pictures of you too." you giggled, enjoying the way you could rile draco up with a simple comment, as he frowned at you.

"really smart, y/n" draco exclaimed with a roll of his eyes, before he stood up. “come on, pansy”

pansy furrowed her brows in confusion, but reluctantly got up, as draco made no move to leave without her.

“very weird morning so far” you mumbled, watching after your friends.

“hey, by the way,” enzo said, steering your gaze back to him. “i wanted to ask you if you could help me with my project for herbology. i had a problem with taking care of that plant.”

“that plant?” you repeated with a smile “you mean the roses we’re supposed to help grow faster?”

“exactly”

“sure” you nodded, reaching for the jam once more. “i’ll help you”

“oh, darling would you mind helping me with that very easy task for divination?” blaise fluttered his eyelashes at theo, who got the hint immediately, lifting his voice to mimic yours.

“you mean the one with the tea cup?” he smiled brightly, weirdly even looking a bit like you. “of course, my love”

their smiles vanished simultaneously and blaise turned in your direction. “this is how the two of you sound by the way”

“hilarious” you muttered, matching theo’s normally flat tone perfectly. “hey, mate, later i’m gonna make sure to smoke a whole pack of cigarettes and if i have time i might drown myself in the lake after that”

“sure” enzo nodded, his voice wavering and even picking up an octave to match blaise’ melodic tone. “i might order a few new gucci scarfs and after that i’ll watch that muggle movie that’s been on my list for ages” he dragged out the end of the word dramatically.

“and scene!” you grinned, turning in blaise’s and your brother’s direction. “and this, is how you sound by the way”

STUDENT INTERVIEW #183 — MATTHEO RIDDLE (take one) — by luna lovegood

camera turns on. mattheo sits in a very relaxed, almost offensively smug position, one leg thrown over the armrest of his chair.

mattheo riddle: so when i came down the stairs this morning, i found a mysterious letter on the table in the middle of the common room—

luna lovegood (leading lady of the student papers, behind the camera): actually you should talk about—

mattheo riddle: (frowning slightly) i wasn’t finished, goldilocks! anyway, i found this letter—

mattheo holds up a folded piece of parchment, camera zooms in.

mattheo riddle: —and surely we all know who wrote this.

mattheo unfolds the parchment, reads

mattheo riddle: ‘my love, i write this letter to tell you about my undying affection. i like everything about you: from the way you do your hair, to the way you carry your books. let me know if you feel the same. all my love, yours truly.’ no name. y/n was probably scared her brother could find this.

luna lovegood: y/n nott?

mattheo riddle: (grinning) well, obviously, she’s been in love with me for ages, hasn’t she? now my time has come to corrupt theo’s innocent little sister. if you’ll excuse me—

he stands up, takes off the enchanted mic and hands it to luna behind the camera. luna and colin creevey (cameraman) look after him in confusion.

"okay, i have to get my books and then i'll meet you in the greenhouse, you go ahead." you told enzo, who nodded dutifully and walked out of the common room without another word.

you fetched the needed school books from your room quickly, walking back into the common room only mere seconds later. you studied the books shortly, pushing them into your bag, when you noticed an abondened piece of parchment laying on the table in the middle of the common room.

your eyes darted around the empty room. no hint of anyone. was that there already, when you came in a few minutes ago? you had no idea.

"whoops" you muttered, pushing the parchment off the table and bending down to pick it up. you unfolded it, your eyes flying over the words quickly.

"i like everything about you?" you repeated confused. "shit, enz" you shook your head, throwing the parchment back onto the table and leaving the common room.

STUDENT INTERVIEW #188 — Y/N NOTT (take one) — by luna lovegood

the camera flickers on, revealing y/n sitting across from luna. she looks skeptical, arms crossed, clearly regretting agreeing to this interview.

y/n nott: (tilts head) right. the letter. (pauses) well, obviously, it’s not mine.

luna lovegood: this is not— (sigh) no one said it was.

y/n nott: (ignores her) but if it was mine—hypothetically speaking—i’d have to assume it was from enzo.

luna lovegood: why enzo?

y/n nott: (shrugs) who else would write something like that? i mean, it’s way too nice to be from draco, mattheo would probably set it on fire before writing anything remotely romantic, and blaise—well, blaise would’ve signed it ‘from your future husband, blaise zabini’ and included a self-portrait.

luna lovegood: that’s very specific.

y/n nott: yeah, because it’s true.

luna lovegood: but you really think it’s enzo?

y/n nott: …i mean, maybe? probably? he’s always so nice to me. and the letter said something about liking the way i carry my books, and he notices that sort of stuff.

luna lovegood: that’s very observant of him.

y/n nott: (deadpan) yeah. suspiciously observant. what if he’s planning something?

luna lovegood: (cheerfully) like asking you on a date?

y/n nott: okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

luna lovegood: but would you want it to be from him?

y/n nott: … (groans) next question.

luna lovegood: there are no other questions.

y/n nott: fantastic.

the camera lingers on her vaguely distressed expression before cutting to black.

"i've done a lot for my body this past semester, you know?" draco smirked, throwing an arm up. "wanna feel?"

pansy furrowed her eyebrows, but complied, reluctantely pressing down on the blonde's biceps.

"wow, that's great" she nodded, smiling unsurely. "what are you showing me this for again? i mean any particular reason?"

"just letting you know." draco shrugged, as if it was obvious. "buffed and available" he pointed to himself.

"right" pansy nodded slowly.

"hey guys, you have time for a quick interview?" luna lovegood's voice interrupted the weird conversation between the two. draco shook his head and opened his mouth, ready to decline the offer, but pansy nodded, pushing the boy forward.

"actually, draco would love to"

STUDENT INTERVIEW #192 — DRACO MALFOY (take one) — by luna lovegood

the camera flickers on, revealing draco sitting with his arms crossed, looking like he’s being forced to attend a disciplinary hearing. luna, unbothered, gives him a pleasant smile.

luna lovegood: so, draco—

draco malfoy: —it’s from pansy.

luna lovegood: (sighing)…the letter?

draco malfoy: (nods, very serious) obviously.

luna lovegood: and you’re sure because—

draco malfoy: (leans forward, steepling his fingers) because she’s in love with me.

luna lovegood: interesting. and what proof do you have?

draco malfoy: she always sits next to me, she always compliments me—

luna lovegood: really? what’s the nicest thing she’s ever said to you?

draco malfoy: (thinking hard) … she once said, ‘draco, stop talking.’

luna lovegood: that’s not really—

draco malfoy: (interrupts) because she was overwhelmed. with emotion. also, it was obviously meant affectionately.

camera zooms in behind draco. pansy is leaning against the wall, slowly shaking her head.

luna lovegood: so you’re convinced she wrote the letter? i mean what if it wasn't her?

draco malfoy: (laughs, leans back) oh, luna. sweet, naïve luna. (pats his chest) denial is a river in egypt..

luna lovegood: you know how that quote ends?

draco malfoy: no?

luna lovegood: figured.

the interview ends with draco smugly running a hand through his hair, completely convinced of his theory.

"so just put it in there now?" enzo questioned, motioning the powder towards the rose in front of the two of you.

"right." you nodded, watching him gently shake the package until the powder had settled onto the entire plant. you studied the book in front of you. "now we have to wait about ten minutes, before we can continue"

"great." enzo nodded, dropping the empty package into the bin.

"great," you nodded with a tightlipped smile. you quickly continued talking, trying to keep the awkward energy to a minimum. "so how's everything going? i feel like we haven't talked in ages, i mean just the two of us. alone." you turned away shortly to fill a bucket with water. 'just the two of us'? you repeated to yourself, not sure what had gotten into you.

enzo, who was not noticing any awkwardness, smiled at the question. "totally." he grinned. "well, herbology has been a pain, but apart from that, everything's great. thanks again for your help."

"anytime," you nodded. "but you know i'm not that good in herbology myself. why didn't you ask theo?"

"well, for starters, he isn't as pretty as you." enzo smirked confidently, at the same time as all your facial features completely derailed.

"what?" you repeated in something close to a screech.

enzo's smile died down. "sorry, i didn't want—"

"no, you know what?" you grinned uncomfortably, trying to safe the situation. "it's fine—, oh ten minutes already?" you checked your invisible clock, before you pushed the water bucket against enzo's chest with a little more force then necessary. "water it!" you instructed between clenched teeth.

"o-okay" enzo nodded immediately, confused by your sudden mood shift.

STUDENT INTERVIEW #199 — BLAISE ZABINI (take one) — by luna lovegood

blaise sits in his dorm, his arms crossed, looking effortlessly cool.

blaise zabini: alright, let’s not waste time. that letter? clearly about me.

luna lovegood: are you sure?

blaise zabini: luna.

he gestures vaguely to himself.

blaise zabini: have you seen me?

luna blinks. colin adjusts the focus on the camera.

blaise zabini: "i like everything about you"—obviously referring to my impeccable fashion sense. "the way you carry your books"—have you seen me carry books? it’s graceful. regal, even.

luna lovegood: …do you have any idea who wrote it?

blaise zabini (smirking): i do, but it wouldn’t be fair to ruin their fun.

colin creevey (cameraman): (deadpan) so you don’t know.

blaise zabini: they’ll come forward when they’re ready. probably in a grand romantic gesture involving candlelight and expensive wine.

luna lovegood: you’re a minor.

blaise zabini: and yet, so emotionally mature.

the camera zooms into the background of the room, the entire wall is adorned by photos of blaise in various different poses.

"what do you think?" blaise asked, holding up two almost identical looking shirts. "this one, or that?"

theo looked up from the book he was reading. "i couldn't care less, actually."

"this is important, theo." blaise pleaded. "come on, mate."

theo sighed, marking the page of his book and closing it, before looking up at his friend once more. he studied both shirts for a few seconds, before he shrugged. "they look the exact fucking same."

blaise groaned, throwing himself down on his bed and staring at the ceiling. "i'm surrounded by idiots."

"what was that?" theo perked up, trying to catch blaise's gaze.

"nothing." blaise said quickly, not about to ruin his face by getting into a brawl with theo he would lose anyway.

"you sure?" theo raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the moment of confusion.

blaise let out a dramatic sigh, pushing himself off the bed. "whatever, i'm wearing this one," he muttered, pointing to the shirt he'd already decided on.

STUDENT INTERVIEW #204 —THEODORE NOTT (take one) — by luna lovegood

theo is standing in the hallway, with his back leaning against the wall.

luna lovegood: so, theo, we're here to ask you about—

theo nott (skeptically eyeing the camera): this is not getting published, is it?

luna lovegood (confused): well, it's for the student paper—

theo lets go of the microphone that flies back against the camera. he steps around it, walking away. the camera zooms in on his retreating form.

"you're acting weird." enzo noted softly as he watched you walk circles in the greenhouse.

"i'm acting weird?" you asked with a pointed look. "what about that letter, huh?"

"what letter are we talking about exactly?" enzo furrowed his brows in confusion.

you opened your mouth, ready to answer, when the door to the greenhouse swung open and mattheo walked inside.

"there you are!" he grinned, pointing at you.

"oh, great," you muttered, pressing a hand against your forehead.

"i've got about a million condoms with your name on them, darling." mattheo revealed a row of condoms from his pocket, that unrolled itself until it hit the floor.

"ew, no!" you called loudly, looking absolutely traumatised.

"what the fuck?" enzo had asked at the same time, looking baffled as his head swung back and forth between mattheo and you.

"what the heck are you doing?" you asked, walking to mattheo and trying your best to fold up the row of condoms, but failing.

"i'm being responsible," mattheo shrugged simply. "i would suck as a father."

“you would suck as anything” you whispered between clenched teeth.

"you'd have to have sex for that first." enzo noted with a mutter.

"right," mattheo nodded, obviously satisfied that someone pointed out the obvious, and then leaned forward, pressing his lips in your direction.

you quickly swerved to the side and mattheo opened his eyes, confused after simply kissing the air.

"not happening." you shook your head.

"you don't have to be so tasteful, love." mattheo wiggled his eyebrows. "if it's about enzo, i'm sure he'll leave us alone."

"oh, gladly." enzo nodded. you didn't miss the hint of anger in his voice. "if that’s what you want," he said to you, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"no, it definitely isn't." you pushed mattheo away from you. "enzo stays and you leave."

"come on, baby," mattheo pouted. "don't be like this."

"you heard her," enzo said, sounding much more menacing than intended. "i’ll help you find the door."

mattheo paused for a moment, staring at enzo like he just realized something. "wait... are you jealous?" he asked, suddenly smirking. "oh, mate, i didn’t realize we were competing."

"oh, trust me, you're not," enzo shot back, his voice smooth as butter, but there was a definite edge underneath it.

"he’s right, you know," you muttered under your breath, crossing your arms. "you’re not really competition for anyone, mattheo."

"ouch," mattheo made a dramatic face, rubbing his chest as though wounded. "i thought we were friends, y/n."

"well, clearly that’s not exactly what’s on your mind," you said, pointing at the condoms still clutched in his hand. "unless you think friends sleep with each other."

"you can call us whatever you want," mattheo shrugged with a grin, clearly unbothered. "just not boyfriend and girlfriend. that’s actually what i wanted to talk to you about. i’m not big on relationships, but an open one? that, i’m interested in."

"i'm not sure in which way i ever indicated that this—" you gestured vaguely between yourself and mattheo, "—was ever happening."

"oh, don't be daft, love," mattheo shook his head. "you don’t just leave love letters lying around without meaning something."

"love letters? wait you think i wrote that letter? and to you?"

"of course. who else could it be from?" mattheo scoffed.

"enzo wrote it." you answered without properly thinking.

"w-what?" enzo mumbled confused.

both mattheo and you looked at enzo.

"well, i surely didn't write it." mattheo recounted. "and if neither of you wrote it, then that leaves…” he trailed off.

"oh god." you realized. "that's why draco has been acting so weird all day. he thinks pansy wrote it. for him."

"isn't pansy currently hooking up with that ravenclaw?" enzo asked confused.

"exactly!" you nodded, quickly opening the door and walking out of the green house, mattheo and enzo close behind you.

you found draco and pansy in the slytherin common room. pansy lounged on the couch, unimpressed, while draco paced in front of her like a dramatic protagonist in a bad play.

"i can’t believe you would betray me like this!" he finally burst out, spinning to face her with all the flair of a soap opera lead.

"oh," he added in surprise, noticing the three of you stepping inside—mattheo still holding an alarming amount of condoms.

pansy turned her head to look at you. “fucking finally.” she sighed. “could please someone of you tell draco that i didn’t write that stupid love letter?”

“you didn’t just write it!” draco corrected. “you wrote it for me!”

“that’s where you’re wrong, young padawan!” a voice interrupted dramatically. everyone turned to see blaise and theo descending from the stairs, blaise throwing his arms open like a victorious gladiator. “the letter was clearly for moi!”

theo crossed his arms, sinking into the armchair. his facial expression hinted at how uncomfortable he felt. "more importantly—who the fuck do you need that many condoms for?" he asked mattheo, eyeing the absurdly long strip still hanging from his hand.

“well, your dear sister—“

“i did not write that letter” you said between clenched teeth.

“yeah. neither did i!” pansy bluffed, crossing her arm and staring at draco, who was clearly not believing her.

“it’s unimportant who wrote it!” blaise corrected. “it’s important that it was written for me”

“sure” draco nodded sarcastically. "if it was so clearly about you, then tell me—what hair were they talking about? because i see none on your head."

blaise inhaled sharply, clutching his chest as though he'd been stabbed. "how dare you," he whispered, scandalized.

chaos erupted. everyone—except theo, who remained as indifferent as ever—began shouting accusations, arguing over who wrote or faked the love letter.

the shouting match came to an abrupt halt when astoria greengrass strolled past you all, plucked the letter straight from draco’s grip, and smiled.

“hey guys!” she smiled. “i have been searching for that, thank you!” she grinned.

“you wrote that?” draco muttered stunned.

“yeah, it’s for a guy i like” astoria admitted sheepishly. “could you guys please not tell anyone? it’s kind of embarrassing.”

you all exchanged glances, before theo, who was the only one with a clear enough mind to think, nodded. “we’ll keep your secret” he assured the younger girl, who smiled gratefully, before she walked back to her dorm.

"well, that was—" you started, but mattheo promptly cut in.

"disappointing," he sighed dramatically, flopping onto the couch. "would've been fun to rub it in theo’s face."

"to rub what in my face?" theo raised an eyebrow.

"unimportant," enzo said quickly before mattheo could answer.

"well, now that that's been discussed. how about a round of chess?" pansy suggested looking at you and you nodded with a smile.

the rest of your friends settled down too, returning to either their homework or an abondened book they still wanted to finish.

STUDENT INTERVIEW #211 — LORENZO BERKSHIRE (take one) — by luna lovegood

the camera flickers on, revealing enzo sitting stiffly in his chair. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply.

luna lovegood: so, the love letter mystery has been solved. any thoughts?

enzo berkshire: (dryly) yeah. turns out we’re all idiots.

luna tilts her head. colin zooms in slightly.

luna lovegood: you didn’t seem very surprised when astoria took the letter.

enzo berkshire: (smirks lightly) no, i wasn’t.

luna lovegood: why?

enzo hesitates, looking off to the side. he exhales sharply through his nose, then looks back at the camera.

enzo berkshire: because i asked her to do it.

colin creevey: wait—what?

enzo berkshire: (shrugs, looking mildly uncomfortable) i wrote the letter.

the room goes still. luna blinks, tilting her head.

luna lovegood: for y/n.

enzo rubs the back of his neck, suddenly looking anywhere but at the camera.

enzo berkshire: yeah. (clears throat) it was… it was for her. but i—i don't know. it didn’t feel right. just leaving it for her to find. it just— i wanted to tell her myself. face to face. not in some anonymous letter she’d spend days overanalyzing. but by the time i realized that, i couldn’t just take it back, so…

luna lovegood: (softly) you asked astoria to pretend it was hers.

enzo berkshire: yeah.

colin creevey: so… are you going to tell y/n?

enzo breathes out a laugh, shaking his head.

enzo berkshire: i don't know, maybe. but not right now. she seemed overwhelmed when she thought it could possibly be from me. i want to wait, make sure she wants it.

luna studies him for a moment before nodding in understanding.

luna lovegood: i think she’d like to hear it from you. eventually.

enzo berkshire: yeah. i think so too.

the camera cuts, leaving a black screen.

luna and colin were both sitting in the classroom where the school papers were edited, overlooking the material, just having watched enzo's interview.

luna smiled as she remembered enzo's confession and turned to look at colin. "delete the video." she said softly. "it's not our secret to tell."

colin nodded, already having thought the same thing, before he deleted the video and made sure nothing of it was still left on the camcorder.

luna watched the screen go dark, then turned to colin with a small smile.

"besides, it's more fun to let them figure it out themselves."

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[tateshifts]

Close your eyes and imagine a lemon 🍋

Now, imagine yourself cutting a lemon. Bring it close and take a bite. What do you feel? Is it sour? Did your face instinctively contort? Does it seem real?

This proves that you don’t need to believe something for your mind and body to experience it.

Now, do the same with your desire. Close your eyes and create a scene where your manifestation is already yours. How does it feel? What thoughts run through your mind? How do you act now that it’s real?

It’s done. It’s yours. Treat it like a memory. Return to this feeling whenever doubts arise.

If you can imagine it, you can have it.

[tateshifts]

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INK AND INTENTIONS

tattoo artist! mattheo riddle x reader

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 1.5k

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : you impulsively decide to get a tattoo to get over your cheating ex. the thing is, you didn’t expect the tattoo artist to be this handsome…

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the first thing you noticed about him was his hands.

it wasn’t on purpose. it just… happened. the way his fingers drummed against the counter while he flipped through the appointment book, the silver rings catching the dim light of the tattoo shop. his knuckles were inked, veins prominent, like they were meant to do things… dangerous things.

you swallowed.

"you here for a tattoo, sweetheart, or just to stare?"

your eyes snapped up to meet his, and fuck. his gaze was heavy. dark brown, a little amused, a little challenging, like he knew exactly what he was doing. like he’d caught you in a trap and was just waiting to see how you’d squirm.

you squared your shoulders, pushing your hands into the pockets of your jacket. "i want to get ‘angel’ tattooed. lower back."

tatted guy’s lips curled at the edges, something slow and knowing. "angel, huh?" he let the word roll off his tongue like he was tasting it. "interesting choice. you don't really give off the angel vibe, love."

you rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach flipped at the pet name. "i don’t think it’s your job to decide what vibe i give off."

he exhaled a quiet laugh through his nose, head tilting slightly, assessing you. "fair enough," he murmured, and then jerked his chin towards the back of the shop. "come on then. let’s get started."

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you didn’t think it’d feel this intimate.

mattheo - that’s what you found out his name was - had told you to lay on your stomach, and now, with your shirt pushed up and the waistband of your jeans tugged slightly down, you were hyper-aware of everything. the cool air on your skin. the way your heart pounded against the leather chair. the fact that his hands.. merlin , his hands, were currently resting on your waist as he positioned you properly.

"you good?" his voice was lower now, quieter.

you hummed, pretending to be unaffected, even though you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin.

he chuckled, the sound rough and teasing. "yeah. you say you’re fine, but you’re stiff as hell. you need to relax for me, angel."

you inhaled sharply. “maybe if you stopped talking, i could relax."

that only seemed to amuse him more. he was enjoying this. the tension. the way you were fidgeting under his touch.

"feisty," he mused. "i like it."

before you could snap back, the buzzing of the tattoo gun filled the silence.

the first sting made you gasp. sharp, shocking. but the pain faded into something else. something warm. something grounding. the needle dragged against your skin in slow, precise strokes, and you could feel mattheo’s focus, the steady pressure of his palm against your hip as he worked.

you bit your lip, trying not to squirm.

"you’re doing good," he murmured after a few minutes.

your fingers clenched into fists at your sides. "don’t.”

"don’t what?"

"talk to me like that."

mattheo smirked, and even though you couldn’t see him, you knew.

"like what, angel?" his voice was dripping with amusement. “like I know exactly what you’re thinking right now?"

your pulse roared in your ears.

"you’re insufferable," you muttered, face burning.

"and you’re fucking adorable when you’re trying not to lose your mind."

you turned your head to glare at him, but the moment your eyes met, your breath hitched. He was already looking at you. like really looking at you, his dark eyes hooded, lips slightly parted.

it was unfair. the way he sat there, tattoo gun in one hand, the other resting so casually on your hip like it wasn’t driving you insane. like he wasn’t completely aware of what he was doing to you.

"you’re staring again," he murmured.

you forced yourself to scoff, even as heat pooled low in your stomach. "shut up."

mattheo just smirked.

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by the time he finished, your legs felt like jelly.

"all done," he said, wiping the tattoo gently before leaning back to admire his work. "you wanna take a look?"

you exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and sat up, moving carefully toward the mirror. when you turned slightly, twisting to get a glimpse, your heart did a weird little flip.

it was… beautiful.

the word angel curved perfectly along the dip of your lower back, delicate and elegant, but still bold enough to make a statement.

mattheo came up behind you, standing close enough that you could feel his warmth against your back. his voice was quiet, just for you.

"looks good on you," he murmured.

you swallowed, pulse hammering. "thanks."

his gaze lingered on yours in the mirror, something unreadable in his expression.

then, slowly, his lips quirked into a smirk.

"hope your ex sees it and loses his fucking mind."

you shook your head, turning away, reaching for your bag. “how do you know?”

mattheo leaned against the counter, giving you a smirk that suggested he already knew.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “he cheated. with some girl he met at a club. and i… stayed. for a while. tried to convince myself I could forgive him.” you let out a short, humorless laugh. “spoiler alert: i couldn’t.”

his expression shifted, just slightly. something darker, something dangerous flickering behind his gaze.

“some people don’t deserve second chances,” he said, voice smooth, measured.

you huffed. “yeah, well. i figured that out eventually.”

mattheo studied you for a second longer, then, just as easily as he always did, he smirked again. “don’t worry about paying.”

your brows furrowed. “what?”

he shrugged. “consider it a gift.”

you scoffed, shaking your head. “absolutely not. you did the work, i’ll pay for it.”

mattheo leaned in, just slightly. “or,” he murmured, “you could let me buy you a drink instead.”

“i’m not looking for anything,” you said quickly, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

his smirk didn’t falter. if anything, it deepened, something wicked glinting in his eyes. “who said anything about something? no strings, angel. just a drink.”

your breath caught.

you should say no. you should. all the recent events had left you feeling empty, betrayed, and like you’d never find anyone else again.

but the way he was looking at you, the way he had looked at you all night, like he already knew you’d say yes, made your stomach flip. and maybe for once, you didn’t want to overthink it.

your lips parted, heartbeat hammering in your throat. “fine,” you murmured.

mattheo grinned. “good girl.”

and merlin.

maybe this was a terrible idea.

or maybe it was exactly what you needed

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[tateshifts]

EMMMAAA!!!!!

i had enough , i won't be able to go on tumblr for some time now so...pls give me only one or even severals steps to make me shift tonight ! no matter what , but real steps tho! i won't find any excuses and i'll do it ! but pls help me !!! i need a method anything , something for my brain to stop being trapped in this long shut door reality ,i'll do it tonight and whatever i think or whatever rotten mentality i have i'll do it anyways !!!!!

hope ur gonna see this message , i need it , my soul need it , i have to move on and.....i know you'll be able to help me !

alright. no overthinking. no waiting for the stars to align. you’re shifting tonight. here’s how:

DECIDE : not “i hope i shift” or “i’ll try.” you’re going. shift or die mentality. burn the boats, no way back.

LAY DOWN & RELAX : whatever position you want. body loose, mind sharp. feel like you’re already there. no effort, no stress. just knowing.

MENTALLY STEP OUT : imagine standing up, leaving this reality like you’re walking out of a bad party. you don’t question it. you don’t second-guess. you GO.

SEE IT. FEEL IT : don’t force it. just let it happen. feel your new reality like muscle memory. the air, the clothes, the way your body moves there. it’s not “what if,” it’s done.

LET GO : no desperation, no doubts. shifting is like falling asleep. too much effort keeps you awake. trust the process, surrender to it.

that's it. no more thinking. no more waiting. you already shifted. now go catch up to yourself.

[tateshifts]

Hi so I went to try to do your method and I'm just wondering a few stuff so. When you’re using your method and zoning out, do you visualize your dr/think about it, or do you try not to and completely zone out?

Also, when your vision blurs do you still feel like your eyes are open? I tried to do it but my eyes just kept watering and kind of closing(not because they were dry more just cause they were relaxing if that makes sense🥲

Thank youu🙇‍♀️

hiii thank u for the ask <3<3

when i’m zoning out, i try not to focus on anything until my mind is clear. then when i’ve reached the void state i try to not acknowledge it (the void state and my awareness) for long or at all, and i start visualising my my dr. i use the 5 senses method a little when i reach this stage!

and yes my eyes are still open, i think. to me my eyes still feel open but when im in the void state i have no awareness of anything so im not 100% sure.

thankyouuu💋