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cloveswifey · 6 months

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REAL TO ME - MATTHEO RIDDLE

Chapter One

Content Warning: Swearing, Jealousy, Toxic Ex-Boyfriend, Threats of Violence, Slytherin!Boys, Dirty Talk, Asshole!Pucey, Alcohol

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"Pansy..." I complained, as my best friend rummaged through my overflowing closet.

"You're going, y/n! No excuses!" Pansy declared, selecting a dark green dress.

"But my day has been terrible! Snape gave me detention," I moaned, collapsing onto my bed.

"All the more reason for you to go!" she said playfully.

"But Mattheos will be there! I can't be bothered with his nonsense tonight, Pans," I groaned, attempting to find any way out of attending this party.

"Whether you like it or not, Y/n Berkshire, you're going!" Pansy ordered, holding up the dress. "Now, get changed and do your makeup! I'll be back in 20!"

Fuck sake

…

As soon as Pansy and I stepped into the party, the loud music hit my ears and I scanned the Slytherin common room. Pansy held onto my hand and led us to our group of friends who were lounging on the couch.

“Look who decided to join.” Blaise greeted us with a chuckle and handed me a drink while Pansy settled onto Draco's lap.

I rolled my eyes, “Pansy dragged me here. I didn’t come willingly.”

“Don’t be such a bore!” Enzo urged me, “drink up!”

So I downed my drink and chuckled lightly. I needed more drinks to forget about my terrible day.

"I need another drink!" I exclaimed, pushing off the wall I was leaning on.

Pansy chimed in, "Me too!"

I give a nod and follow her to the drink table. As I start pouring myself a drink, Pansy and I engage in a lively conversation about our plans for the upcoming Christmas break. Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder, causing me to turn around with a wide smile on my face.

However, my smile quickly fades when I come face to face with an annoying individual wearing an unsettling smile - Adrian Pucey, my ex-boyfriend.

"Hello, beautiful," Adrian greets me, his eyes fixed on me.

Instinctively, I take a step back towards Pansy. "What brings you here? You never come to parties," he asks, a frown forming on my face, skeptical of his intentions.

"What's it to you, Pucey?" I reply, not hiding my annoyance.

"Obsessive much," Pansy mutters quietly under her breath.

"Just curious," Adrian responds, nodding slowly. "So?" he prompts, wanting to know more.

I gesture towards the group of boys gathered around the dark green couch in the corner of the common room. Enzo catches my eye as I glance over.

"Just here to have a good time with my friends," I explain, emphasizing my desire to enjoy the company of those around me.

I immediately frown. "No, thank you," I reply with disgust as Pansy and I make our way back to the couch, where Theo is getting ready to take his shot.

"Why are you making that face?" Enzo asks, frowning as we approach.

"Adrian Pucey is still fixated on her," Pansy says, rolling her eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Mattheo clenching his jaw as he swirls his drink in his cup.

"If he bothers you again, let me know," Enzo says seriously, his elderly brother instincts kicking in. Well, when I say elderly brother instincts, I mean... 5 minutes older.

"He won't, it's fine," you say dismissively.

…

After almost two hours, the game of truth or dare turns out to be a disaster. I was drunk and Draco seemed to enjoy giving me the most challenging dares.

"That dare was a piece of cake," I argue, while Blaise giggles. "Ron was blushing like crazy. It's either a hit or miss."

"More like a miss," Theo jokes.

"Shut up, Nott," I reply, giving him the finger. He bursts out laughing. "Hey guys, let's take a bathroom break and then continue playing."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Pansy asks, sitting comfortably on Draco's lap.

"No, I'll be back soon. Our dorm is just upstairs," I say.

…

I swiftly make my way back to my dormitory. I rush to complete my tasks, and just as I am exiting my dorm and descending the stairs towards the common room, I collide with someone.

"Shit I’m so sorry!" I exclaim apologetically, taking a step back to give the other person some space.

"Y/n, what a pleasant surprise!" The familiar voice greets me.

"What do you want now, Pucey?" I retort, crossing my arms defensively.

"You," he chuckles, causing me to cringe in annoyance.

"You're pathetic, Pucey," I remark, taking another step up the stairs, unfortunately moving further away from the common room.

"Hey! You keep saying my last name as if it's a negative thing, but you were begging for it last year," he chuckles, taking a sip of his drink.

“The only thing I was begging for was for our relationship to end.” I retorted at his unfunny joke.

As I tried to sidestep around him, he blocked my path with his arm, almost clotheslining me in the process.

"Don't pretend like we didn't have a good time, sweetheart," he said, licking his lips and moving closer, his arm slipping around my waist.

"Hey, baby," a deep voice called out from behind me.

Oh no.

"I've been looking for you," Mattheo said, looking into my eyes as if silently urging me to play along, before burying his head in the crook of my neck.

"I was just about to leave until Adrian here decided to bother me once again," I said, attempting to relax in the arms of the boy I despised while trying to get rid of Adrian.

"What do you want with my girlfriend?" Mattheo asked, wrapping a protective arm around my waist.

Adrian looks at you in disbelief and asks, "Girlfriend? You two? No way." He then turns to Mattheo and motions towards you.

You respond, "You were too busy talking about making me your wife that I didn't get to mention it." Mattheo pulls you closer to him.

"Look, she's taken," Mattheo says, in a deep and authoritative voice.

Adrian shakes his head and says, "Hasn't stopped her before," making you frown.

Mattheo threatens Adrian, "Don't make me beat your ass, pucey," as he drops his arm from your waist and cracks his knuckles.

Adrian challenges Mattheo, "I'd like to see you try, pretty boy."

You interrupt the growing tension between them and exclaim, "Well, I wouldn't! Come on, Mattheo, let's go back to our friends."

Mattheo moves closer to the man, firmly planting his feet and assuming a confident posture as he looms over him. "Look here, you disgusting asshole. Keep your distance from her for the rest of the evening, or I’ll fuck up your face, Pucey."

Adrian blinks a few times. "Alright then, jerk." He deliberately brushes past Mattheo, making his way past the two of you and descending the stairs. He defiantly raises his middle finger in the air as he disappears down the stairwell.

“You’re welcome by the way.” Mattheo grumbles in frustration as he trails behind Pucey, making his way back to the party.

What just happened

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cloveswifey · 6 months

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REAL TO ME - MATTHEO RIDDLE

Chapter two

Content Warning: Swearing, Jealousy, fake dating, secrets, lying, panties?

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Pansy and I strolled down the hallways, eagerly anticipating breakfast, when suddenly someone grabbed my hand, causing me to gasp.

"Hey, y/n, can I have a word with you?" Mattheo asked, pulling me away from Pansy as she entered the great hall.

"What do you want, Mattheo?" I sighed, rolling my eyes. "I hope this won't take forever."

"To cut to the chase... Adrian Pucey spread a rumor throughout the entire school that we're dating," Mattheo frowned at the revelation.

"What?!" I exclaimed in disgust.

My heart sank. The fact that everyone believed we were in a relationship felt like a lightning bolt striking my chest.

"I can't believe people actually bought into it," I panicked. "I can't stand you."

"Trust me, the feeling is mutual," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I would never date someone like you.”

"And I would never date someone like you." I retorted.

He frowned, disregarding my protest. "Listen, I have an idea. What if we pretend to be a couple for a few months?"

I shook my head, questioning his suggestion. "Why would we do that?"

"Just until the rumors die down," he explained. "It'll save us from any further embarrassment. Plus, it'll help you get Adrian off your back."

I raised an eyebrow, looking at him skeptically. "And what do you gain from this proposal?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

Mattheo hesitated for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, there's this one girl..." he trailed off.

I chuckled. "Oh really? And who might that be?"

"Olivia Vanity," he responded.

"Wait, isn't she your ex?" I asked, arching an eyebrow and then glancing up at him.

"Yes," he confirmed with a nod. "She claims to be in love with Percy, but I know she's just trying to make me jealous."

Talk about having a big ego.

“I kind of also told Theo…” he awkwardly chuckled scratching the back of his head.

I groaned, "You actually told Theo?!"

"He was pestering me about it!" Mattheo justified. “He also told the rest of our group.”

I shook my head, containing my anger, and he continued, "They already gave me a hard time about you this morning!"

"So you just told them we were dating?!" I exclaimed, feeling a surge of panic before letting out a frustrated groan.

"I panicked," he replied, rolling his eyes.

"What do we tell them then? Cause we need to make his believable" I inquired, whispering to ensure our conversation remained discreet amidst the passing students.

"I told Theo that we've been secretly dating for 3 months..." he trailed off.

"3 months?! How can we be dating for 3 months when all we do is express our anger towards each other!" I groaned, frustrated with his ridiculous solution.

"But Theo believed it!" he argued.

I responded with a frown and firmly said, "No, definitely not."

"Why," Mattheo groaned, "It would make so much sense." He replied, frowning.

"No, it wouldn't. I'm me, and you... well, you're you!" I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest.

"They already think we've been secretly dating, there's no going back now..." he rolled his eyes at my pettiness.

"Listen, let's skip first period. I'll meet you at your dorm and we can discuss this in more detail," Mattheo suggested as he walked away.

There was no way I was going for breakfast. I can't face my friends just yet.

So I made the decision to go up to my dorm, hoping that Pansy would be going to her classes.

Once inside, I gently closed the door behind me. After such a hectic day, I made the decision to freshen up. So, I spent about an hour taking a soothing shower, lathering up with my beloved strawberry-scented soap and shampoo.

As soon as I finished my shower, feeling rejuvenated and hygienic, I quickly changed into my clothes and flopped onto my bed.

It was clear to me as I lay there that it would take quite some time to process the information I had just received.

The idea of pretending to date Mattheo was overwhelming, and I had a strong intuition that it wouldn't be a walk in the park.

I let out a frustrated sigh as a loud knock echoed through my room. "You're late," I grumble, swinging open the front door to find Mattheo standing there in his quitchitch jumper.

He wore a puzzled expression. "How can I be late if I arranged it?"

"It's already third period!" I retort, crossing my arms in annoyance.

"Is it?" Mattheo innocently murmurs, snapping me out of my thoughts. He casually walks past me, heading towards my dormitory.

"Make yourself at home," I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes before closing the door.

As I turn back around, I notice him sitting at my desk, spinning around on my chair. However, my attention is quickly drawn to the pair of panties in his hands. "Red and laced," he smirks, "A thong too!"

I feel my face flush with embarrassment as I quickly snatch them out of his hand. "What the hell, Mattheo? We need to set some boundaries here," I assert, trying to regain my composure.

“Boundaries?” He frowns, "Come on, don't be such a buzzkill… we don’t need rules," he frowns.

"I'm not trying to kill the fun, but we need to establish boundaries," I explain.

"Boundaries? Like what?" he asks, sounding skeptical.

"Well, for instance, PDA," I say hesitantly.

Mattheo shrugs nonchalantly and responds, "Just sit on my lap, hold hands, and kiss me at the right time. It's not that complicated."

"Kiss you?" I ask, surprised.

"Of course," he chuckles, twirling in my desk chair.

The thought makes me pause. "I don't know about that," I say uncertainly.

"Are you kidding me?" he scoffs. "If we're going to pretend to be in a relationship, we have to make it believable. And that means kissing."

I groan in frustration. "Fine."

"Also you have to come to all of my Quidditch matches." He demands.

I groan, "But they're so boring."

"You'll survive," he responds, rolling his eyes. "parties too."

"Fine, but you have to be my partner in Potions class. I can't work with Seamus Finnigan anymore," I mutter, recalling the last time we brewed a potion and the cauldron exploded.

"Okay, but you're also coming with me on the ski trip," he declares, twirling his wand between his fingers.

Woah!

The annual ski trip at Hogwarts was legendary. It was notorious for being the place where more students lost their virginity than on Valentine's Day and the Yule ball combined.

I've never been there, of course.

"Um... do you think we'll still be doing this? It's like 4 months away," I raise an eyebrow.

"Let's call it... a contingency," he smirks. "No one in their right mind would let their boyfriend go without them."

"Fair enough..." I mutter quietly to myself.

“So if we are still doing this by the time it comes around.” Mattheo insists, “You have to go with me.”

I'm confident that by the time the ski trip rolls around, Mattheo and I will be a thing of the past.

"Alright," I reply, "it's a deal.”

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cloveswifey · 10 months

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Truth or dare

Parings: Maddy Perez x Fem!Reader

Type: Smut

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: smut, Clit Rubbing, scissoring, lots of kissing, face riding, eating out, choking, explicit Language.

A/n: This is my first smut so please don't hate haha.

Y/N strolled through the aisles of a bustling shopping center, browsing through the latest fashion trends. As she reached for a cute sweater, her phone buzzed, indicating an incoming call. She looked at the screen and smiled; it was her good friend Cassie.

"Hey, Cassie!" Y/N greeted warmly, answering the call. "What's up?"

"Hey, Y/N!" Cassie's voice sounded excited on the other end. "I was wondering if you wanted to sleepover tonight!"

Y/N's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but grin. "That sounds great, Cassie! Count me in! What time should I come over?"

Cassie replied enthusiastically, "Come over around 7 pm!"

Y/N nodded eagerly, even though Cassie couldn't see. "I can't wait! I'll bring my favorite board games. Oh, and maybe some snacks too."

"Perfect!" Cassie exclaimed. "I'll let Kat and Maddy know. They've been dying for a sleepover too. It's going to be an epic night!"

As the conversation continued, Y/N finished up her shopping and headed towards the checkout counter. They discussed their plans, making sure everything was set for the much-anticipated sleepover. The excitement in their voices was contagious, causing Y/N's anticipation to grow with every passing minute.

Later that evening, Y/N arrived at Cassie's house with a bagful of board games and snacks. The door opened, revealing a beaming Cassie, already wearing her favorite pair of cozy pajamas.

"Y/N, you made it!" Cassie exclaimed, pulling her friend into a warm hug. "Maddy and Kat are in the living room!"

Soon enough they had all gathered in her cozy living room, filled with blankets and pillows, ready for a night of laughter and adventure.

As the night progressed, they found themselves engrossed in the movie "Clueless," but soon enough, their excitement dwindled, and they started itching for something more exciting.

Cassie, being the bold and mischievous one, suggested they play a game of truth or dare. The group agreed, and they huddled together, ready for a night of revealing secrets and daring challenges.

Cassie spun the bottle, and it pointed right at her. Kat wasted no time in coming up with a dare for her. "I dare you to call your sister; Lexi and say the weirdest thing you can think of!"

Cassie's eyes gleamed mischievously as she happily took out her phone and dialed Lexi's number. As the others listened intently, Cassie giggled and proceeded to say the strangest things that came to her mind. Laughter echoed throughout the room as they imagined Lexi's bewildered reactions.

After a few more rounds of truth or dare, it was finally Y/N's turn. "Truth or dare."

"Truth." Y/n replied.

Maddy, feeling curious, couldn't help but ask, "Y/N, have you ever kissed a girl?"

Y/N blushed and shyly replied, "No, I haven't."

As the night wore on, the girls found themselves growing bored of playing truth or dare. Cassie, exhausted from the excitement, had passed out on the couch. Y/N and Maddy were left to their own devices, trying to figure out how to keep the momentum of the evening going.

Just as they were pondering what to do next, Kat's phone buzzed with a message. Curiosity piqued, she picked up her phone and read the message, her eyes widening with surprise. It was from Ethan, asking her to come over.

Unable to contain her excitement, Kat turned to Y/N and Maddy. "Guess what, guys? Ethan just messaged me and asked me to come over! I'm gonna head out for a bit." With a sheepish smile, she got up from her spot and made her way towards the door.

Left alone together, Y/N and Maddy exchanged glances. In Maddy's eyes, a playful spark danced, and she decided to revisit the question she had asked earlier. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Y/N and asked, "You know my question earlier, right?"

Your Pov

You nodded, recalling the question about kissing a girl. Your heart raced slightly, wondering where Maddy was going with this conversation.

Maddy's mischievous smile grew wider as she leaned closer to you and asked, "Would you like to give it a try?"You hesitated for a moment, contemplating the situation.

You slowly nodded and the two girls leaned in, eyes shut as their lips slowly met in the middle.

Maddys lips felt soft against mine as they collided, before slowly pulling away.

Your body went stiff, your breathing caught in your throat. "Relax," she says softly, using her right hand to move a strand of hair out of your face. You exhale, letting yourself loosen up. "Good girl."

Maddy smirked looking into your eyes before leaning in again to capture you into a much deeper kiss. Your lips move together slowly, yet passionately.

You could feel Maddy's warm breath on your cheek as she softly enters her tongue, and your tongues begin to playfully intertwine.

You begin lightly massaging your fingers into Maddy's hair, in which she lets out a small moan in response.

However, the thought of cassie sleeping beside you, quickly brings you back to reality, and you realise that you both may have gotten a bit too carried away.

"Cassie might, wake up," you remind maddy in-between kisses, eliciting a groan from her as she pulls your waist towards her so that your chests were touching.

"No," Maddy hesitates, her desire evident in her attempts to intensify the kiss. She doesn't want to break away, so she starts increasing the speed of your lip movements.

However, you hesitated and suggested, "Why don't we go to the bathroom at least?"

Maddy giggled mischievously and took hold of your hand, leading you towards the Howard's home bathroom.

Upon entering, Maddy swiftly pressed You against the wall and passionately kissed you.

"Now that you've kissed a girl..." Maddy whispered in-between kisses, "what about fucking one." She spoke her hand travelling down to your core, massaging you through the fabric. You let out a whimper in response.

"You like that baby?" Maddy smirked.

"Fuck yes." You moaned out, reaching up to remove your bralette, leaving you in her short flowy skirt.

"No bra?" Maddy chuckled, before connecting your lips once again.

You moaned against her lips as she continued rubbing circles against your throbbing clit.

You felt an orgasm approaching, and you gripped Maddy's shoulder as your thighs trembled. She noticed how close you were and stopped, causing you to pout.

"I wanna taste you." Maddy whispered

"Please." Y/n whimpered, Maddy then snaking her fingers around the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them off.

Maddy reluctantly pulls her bra off, throwing it on the ground, diving down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses before reaching your breasts and placing her mouth around your nipple.

Your hands travel down to her jeans, and you start to unbutton her pants. She moves your hands and finishes unbuttoning her jeans herself, sliding them off of her and kicking them onto the ground.

Slowly, laying down on the cold floor, bare, Maddy beckons you with a soft whisper, “Come here," lightly pulling your body down. You sat on top of her shyly, your bare pussy resting on her abdomen.

"Pretty pussy." She smirks, before slapping your cunt, causing you to yelp before she leans down and kisses your clit sweetly.

"sit on my face." She demands, putting her hands on your hips and encouraging you to scoot up. You comply, adjusting yourself until your pussy is hovering over her mouth.

You could feel her nails lightly scratching at your waist before she, pushed your hips down and buried her face into your pussy, her tongue swirling against your folds.

You grind your hips against her mouth, looking down to see your skirt covering half her face. She placed her hands under your skirt and on the curve of your ass, guiding you up and down her tongue.

"Fuck... you taste so good," she moans against your clit as she sucks harshly.

"Don't stop!" you cried, your thighs already shaking, she hums against your clit in response, wrapping her arms around your thighs to keep you on her face.

"cum for me." she says, coaxing you through an orgasm. Moans and curse words spill from your lips.

Your body spasms as white flashes before your eyes, everything around you disappearing and pure euphoria consuming your body.

you continue to sloppily ride out your high on Maddy's face, your climax washes over you and she makes sure to catch every last drop of your release. You twitch as she uses her tongue to clean you up.

Maddy quickly turns both of you over, firmly requesting, "give me your leg."

You lift up your leg and she puts it over her shoulder. She positions herself between your legs until your cunts are touching. You moan at the feeling of her warm and wet pussy against yours. She wraps her arm around your leg, her hand making its way around your neck. She slowly starts to grind against you, both of your throbbing clits massaging each others. The whine that falls from her lips surprise you, sending a shiver through your body.

You groan as you feel the rhythm of her movements, your hand moving to cup one side of her waist to steady her. Moans spill from your mouth, the feeling of pure ecstasy tingling through your bodies.

Each motion creates an intense friction between us, causing her to moan loudly as the pleasure intensifies.

She squeezes your neck, causing your eyes to roll back to your head, as you practically melt into her, squirming beneath her touch.

"Fuck, you feel so good against me." she says, looking down and watching the way your cunts slide against each other.

"Fuck-" she spat, her chest rising up and down abnormally fast, throwing her head back and squeezing your neck harder.

"I'm gonna cum." she cried, her clit pulsing against yours.

"Me too." you moaned, closing your eyes.

The amount of pleasure you were experiencing was not like anything you've felt before. You both were practically screaming as you reached reached your climax.

You felt her fluids spill onto your heat, her body quivering as she continues to ride out her high against you. You follow her orgasm shortly after her, shockwaves are sent throughout your body. All to be heard were two wet pussys kissing one another.

She lays down next to you, staring at the celling. Both of you just taking a moment to gather yourselves, trying to catch your breaths. "Holy shit, that was fucking hot." she exhales.

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cloveswifey · 7 months

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How the Slytherin boys react to you falling asleep on them? ~ Crush Edition

These are so fun to make so please request!

Theodore Nott

You were both chilling in the common room when you suddenly grew tired causing you to lean on Theo’s shoulder.

Soon enough soft snores were r gaping ur patted lips.

Theo would Continuously Glance down at you.

Smile slightly as you slept peacefully

He’d defo end up falling asleep beside you too.

Draco Malfoy

You’d probably be enemies tbh

He’d definitely Frown at first not knowing what to do

‘Fuck it’ he thought before throwing a blanket over the two of you.

Fall asleep beside you

Make it a big deal when u wake up

Enzo Birkshire

You were best friends

Enzo had a crush on you for the longest time and you were currently watching a movie in his dorm room.

You were cuddling which you both would usually do after a long day at Hogwarts.

But the long day had taken over leaving you passed out on Enzo’s stomach.

His head would be spinning.

Lightly smile

He’d hesitate but wrap his arm around you, eventually adding a blanket.

Mattheo Riddle

You’d be enemies

You’ve been partnered up for a project in Potions class

You got a bit carried away and sort of fell asleep beside Mattheo leading to you moving in your sleep..

He’d smirk and chuckle.

He’d probably take a photo of you sleeping too.

When you wake up he’d make out as if you did more than just sleeping the night before.

Tom riddle

He’d be reading as you fell asleep on him.

Tbh you were his only friend.

The two of you were just chilling down at the black lake.

Tom was reading a book about horcruxes that he had stolen from the restricted section in the library.

You eventually got bored and leant on him causing him to tense yet ignore u until he heard ur soft snores.

100% roll his eyes

Smile to himself about it later on in the day.

REQUEST: How would the Slytherin boys react to you falling asleep on them? Could be them already friends but crushing, or "enemies" but crushing. I think the scenario is cute! Thanks!

A/n: Hi! Thank you for your request lovely. I hope you like it!! I incorporated a bit of both “enemies, friends” for each character. I hope you all stay safe. I love you all.

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cloveswifey · 7 months

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How the Slytherin boys would react to you avoiding kisses as a joke

Tom Riddle

Glare at you

Try to kiss you again

Grab the back of your neck forcefully

“Stop avoiding my kisses”

‘It’s just a joke love’ you’d giggle

He’d frown

“Don’t do that again!”

Low-key punish you for it

Mattheo Riddle

Chuckle

Move your head forcing you to kiss him.

“Stop trying to avoid my kisses, you were practically begging my my dick earlier.”

Pull you into his lap

Kisses you all over 🤭

You needed help walking the next day 🧎‍♀️

Draco Malfoy

Groan in annoyance

“Stop joking around darling”

Gets annoyed when you tease him more.

Tackles you in a hug, throws you over his shoulder.

Theodore Nott

“What the fuck was that.”

Try to kiss you again.

“Babe?!”

He would probably take it to heart until you apologise.

You’d explain it was a joke and he would probably pout like a child, until you’d kiss it away.

Blaise Zabini

Pretend as if it didn’t happen

Try to kiss you again

He’d probably take it to heart

“Stop messing with me”

‘It’s a joke sweetheart’

He’d tackle you and pepper your face in kisses.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Would instantly Tense

“What’s wrong sweetheart”

You caved instantly, the pout on his face was so adorable.

Pepper your face in kisses and comfort you.

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cloveswifey · 6 months

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REAL TO ME - MATTHEO RIDDLE

Chapter Zero - Prolouge

Content Warning: enemy!Mattheo, arguing, swearing

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In the dimly lit classroom, Y/n found herself seated uncomfortably next to Mattheo in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was a strange coincidence that all the other seats were occupied, leaving no choice for the two rivals but to sit together.

"Can't you find another place to sit?" Mattheo let out a groan, complaining. I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response to his remark.

"Don't flatter yourself," I retorted. "I didn't willingly choose to sit here with you."

"Don't worry, my charm is hard to resist. It's just a matter of time before you realized it," Mattheo said with a smirk.

Y/n, usually known for her calm demeanor, couldn't help but express her frustration. "I don't like you," I declared, turning to face Mattheo with a hard gaze.

Mattheo, a wry smile crossing his face, responded without missing a beat. "Finally something we can agree on."

As they sat next to each other, Professor Snape began the day's lesson on counter-curses. His voice, dripping with disdain, filled the classroom. Both Y/n and Mattheo knew that excelling in this subject was vital, especially in the wizarding world filled with dark forces.

It was during the practical session when I found myself struggling to perform a complex counter-curse.

My eyes were filled with frustration as I struggled to execute the spell correctly, but Mattheo, always the joker, was quick to notice my predicament.

“Im glad you find my struggle entertaining," I scoffed, "and it's no wonder why I dislike you."

"Oh, so you dislike me. Not hate?" he remarked. Mattheo's smirk widened as he watched me closely, noticing that I had overlooked a crucial step.

"You're not moving correctly. You should rotate your wrist more." He spoke, criticising.

Mattheo's words caught me off guard as he pointed out my incorrect movements. Reluctantly, I considered his advice and made the necessary adjustment to my wrist. With a sigh, I attempted the counter-curse again, and this time, it worked like a charm.

"You're welcome." He spoke, before the bell rang.

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cloveswifey · 5 months

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REAL TO ME - MATTHEO RIDDLE

Chapter Three

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As I hastily changed into my school uniform, a wave of nerves engulfed my body. I had overslept, missing breakfast, and my roommate Pansy was nowhere to be found. Despite the strong temptation to skip school and retreat to my dorm room for the day, I reluctantly suppressed that urge.

Taking a deep breath, I made a conscious effort to shake off those thoughts and adopt a nonchalant demeanor. Just as I was mentally preparing myself, the door swung open dramatically, unveiling the sight of my roommate and best friend, already dressed in her uniform and carrying her bag, ready to embark on the day ahead.

"I can't wrap my head around the fact that you're dating Mattheo! It's crazy!" Pansy exclaimed in disbelief as she closed the door. "I never would have guessed that you were secretly screwing Mattheo, while you both were pretending to despise each other." She giggled and crossed her arms,

I let out an awkward chuckle and replied, "Yeah, it's definitely a surprise."

Why on earth would I say such a thing? It couldn't have sounded any more suspicious than my appearance already suggested.

As I fidgeted nervously, she shot me a questioning look. "Is everything alright? You seem a bit tense."

I tried to play it cool. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I just need to go meet up with Mattheo in the common room."

She didn't seem convinced. "Are you sure? You sound a bit suspicious."

I cringed inwardly. "No, no, I'm good. Let's just grab my stuff and go."

She grinned, grabbing my bag and tossing it to me. "Alright then, let's get going!"

As we entered the common room, my gaze shifted upwards and I spotted Mattheo casually leaning against the side of the green sofa. Draco, on the other hand, was engrossed in twirling his wand, probably waiting for Pansy.

"Hey, beautiful," Mattheo greeted me, a slight curve forming on his upper lip.

"Hey," I responded, my voice barely audible, as I slowly approached him. Nervously, I chuckled at the thought of this being our first interaction as a couple.

"Are you okay?" he asked, pulling me towards him until I stood between his legs. His arms loosely encircled my waist, causing me to tense up once again. "Relax," he whispered in my ear.

"You two are just too adorable," Pansy let out a delighted squeal as she snuggled into Draco's lap, causing me to chuckle.

In a low, husky voice, Mattheo asked, "What's your first class?"

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Potions, silly. We're in the same class now, remember?"

Mattheo smirked, his hands still resting on my hips. "Oh, right. But can you keep up with me?"

I shot back with a smirk of my own. "Can you keep up with me?"

He feigned hurt, placing a hand over his heart. "Ouch. Is that how you talk to your boyfriend?"

I grinned. "Yep, that's exactly how I talk to my boyfriend."

"You guys ready?" Draco inquired, a playful laugh escaping his lips, as he confidently moved closer to the painting, signaling our imminent departure.

"Pure-blood," Pansy murmured, as the painting's door slowly swung open.

As we made our way through the winding corridors of the dungeon, we finally arrived at the entrance of the Potion Classrooms. The sign above the archway read 'potions' in bold letters, indicating that we had arrived at our destination.

"Hey, did you hear about the new teacher?" Pansy exclaimed, as we walked in.

"Hey, you guys, grab the textbooks and join the rest of the students," instructed Slughorn while he was busy brewing a potion.

"Well, there you have it, Pansy," Draco chuckled, providing the answer.

As we made our way towards the bookshelf, it was hard not to notice the abundance of books. However, upon closer inspection, it became clear that there was a clever illusion at play. In reality, there were only three books on the shelf.

Draco and Pansy quickly snatched one to share, leaving behind two remaining books. One appeared weathered and aged, while the other had a pristine, new look.

I extended my hand to take hold of the fresh one, but Mattheo interjected, "the previous one."

I furrowed my brow and questioned, "Why?"

"Just grab it," he responded with a sigh, muttering, "you're so difficult."

"Why? Undoubtedly, the newer one would be far superior!" I countered.

"Quit acting like a spoiled child," he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he playfully tapped me on the head with the book.

"Hey!" I chuckled, as he swiftly pulled me close to his chest and planted a kiss on my cheek, maintaining the charade.

Beside Theo and Blaise, the four of us stood, with Blaise growing increasingly impatient.

"You guys took so long! Lavender Brown has been bothering me this whole time!" Blaise complained, frowning.

Theo couldn't help but laugh. "You should have seen the look on his face!"

I chuckled and teased, "It's all because of your good looks, Zabini."

Mattheo raised an eyebrow and challenged, "Is that so?"

I playfully rolled my eyes and retorted, "Oh, shush you!"

“Alright students, let's all calm down now...”Slughorn addressed the class.

"Today, we will be exploring the fascinating world of potent potions. Paying close attention to every detail during the preparation process is absolutely crucial." Slughorn emphasized, "It is the foundation of effective planning."

Slughorn's smile widened as the door swung open abruptly, interrupting his sentence. All of us turned our attention towards the archway, where the two boys stood, revealing their presence.

"Ah!" Slughorn exclaimed cheerfully, "Harry, my dear boy, I was starting to get concerned. It seems you've brought a friend along with you."

“Ron Weasley," the red-haired boy said with a frown, clearly not thrilled about being in this particular class. "I must admit, potions has never been my strong suit. It always seems to end in disaster, so I’m just gonna..." he trailed off, attempting to escape the class.

"Nonsense!" Slughorn interrupted him. "We'll help you out. Anyone who's friends with Harry is a friend of mine. Go get the textbook from the cupboard."

"Now, where was I?" Slughorn continued. "Ah, yes. I brewed some potions this morning. Can you guess what they are?"

Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes as Granger's hand shot up in the air.

"Yes, miss...?"

"Granger, sir," she replied before stepping towards the cauldron.

“That over there is veritaserum... it's a serum that compels truthfulness. And that, would be… a polyjuice potion. This right here is amortentia, This is amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world… it’s rumoured to smell differently to each person, according to what attracts them."

She took a moment to lean closer to the cauldron and inhale deeply. "For instance, I smell freshly cut grass, along with the scent of new parchment and spearmint toothpaste." A slight frown appeared on her face as she pondered.

Slughorn continued to talk about how Amortentia doesn't actually create love.

"Sir, you haven't mentioned what's in that one," a student interrupted.

Slughorn picked up a small vial and said, "This is a fascinating potion known as Felix Felicis, but it's commonly referred to as-"

"Liquid luck," Hermione interjected, causing Draco to scoff once again at her intelligence.

"Fucking mud-blood" He grumbled.

"Yes, Miss Granger, liquid luck!" Slughorn grinned. "Extremely difficult to brew, disastrous if you make a mistake..." I started to drift off as his rambling became tedious.

"Are you ready, my love?" Mattheo asked.

"Hm?" I replied, confused.

"We're brewing The Draught of Living Death." He chuckled, "pay attention, beautiful." He took my hand and led me to an empty table with two cauldrons - one for Mattheo and me, and the other for Draco and Pansy -

"Go to page ten, love." Mattheo spoke, as I opened the book.

"Mattheo, there are notes on this page," I pointed out as Sopophorous Beans flew around the room.

"Notes? Where?" Mattheo asked, busy measuring out our ingredients.

I directed his attention to the writing beside the word "cut," which read "crush with a blade."

I frowned, unsure of what to do. Mattheo suggested we crush the beans instead of cutting them.

"Are you sure?" I asked skeptically.

"It doesn't seem like anyone is having much luck cutting them," he replied, handing me one of the beans.

I let out a sigh and proceeded to crush one of the beans using the back of my knife. Afterward, I carefully dropped the extracted juices into our cauldron.

Pansy looked puzzled as Draco attempted to slice the Sopophorous Bean, but his efforts were in vain. "How did you manage to do that?" she asked.

"You're supposed to crush it, not cut it," I explained.

"No, the instructions clearly state to cut it," Draco insisted, frowning.

"Leave us be," Mattheo chuckled, as Draco and Pansy groaned. “You’ll figure it out.”

Mattheo mixed the powdered asphodel root with wormwood infusion, resulting in our potion becoming transparent in the cauldron.

I furrow my brow, questioning, "Is it meant to be transparent?"

Matheo's gaze lingers on the potion as he mutters, "I think so..."

Slughorn quickly approached as I look up, a smile playing on my lips, and ask, "Are we finished?"

He smirks and nods, confirming, "Indeed you are."

"By Merlin's beard, it's perfect!" He smiles widely, before he adds a pink leaf to our concoction, causing it to vanish into thin air. "As I promised, you both shall receive a vial of it."

“Thanks sir.” I mutter my gratitude, not fully comprehending the purpose of the potion since I wasn't paying attention.

"Make good use of it."

…

“I told you to listen to me.” Mattheo had a smug grin on his face as we neared my dormitory.

After finishing our potions class, I finally had some free time and decided to take a nap.

"Stop being such a smart-ass." I replied, rolling my eyes.

Mattheo suddenly grumbled, "I'm bringing you to Hogmeade tomorrow!"

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"To help you shop for the masquerade ball," he replied with a chuckle.

"Oh shit, I completely forgot about it!" I exclaimed in shock.

"Don't worry, princess. Go take your nap," he said dismissively.

“We’re alone now… you don’t have to call me pet names.” I mumble with a frown, watching him start to walk away.

"Yeah, yeah," he replied as he descended the stairs.

…

A/N: Hey there! I know this chapter might have been a bit dull, but fear not! Exciting things are just around the corner. I also wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude for all your support. My apologies for being a bit inactive lately.

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cloveswifey · 7 months

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Jacket

Mattheo riddle x Fem!Reader

Fluff

Pansy had been persistently asking me all week to join her at the Slytherin party today, and I finally gave in and decided to go.

I'm not really one for parties, but what harm could one party do? Especially since it was a celebration of our victory in the quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

I started getting ready, with Pansy next to me, curling her brown locks.

"Should I go for the red dress or the green one?" I asked, holding up each dress for Pansy to see.

"Oh, definitely the green one," she replied.

I swiftly changed into the short green dress and applied some light makeup to my face. "Let's go," Pansy exclaimed with excitement as we descended the stairs into the Slytherin common room.

The party was already in full swing. Red solo cups overflowed with drinks, and the students swayed to music booming from a single Bluetooth speaker.

"So, what should we do first?" I asked, flashing a gentle smile.

"Drinks, obviously," Pansy replied matter-of-factly. We made our way over to the table adorned with various glasses, filled with alcoholic concoctions.

I approached the table and generously poured myself some Malibu into my cup. I quickly drank half of it before refilling it again.

"I think we should go dance," I enthusiastically proposed to my companion.

We both made our way towards the dance floor, and as soon as I joined the group, I could feel their contagious energy. I let myself go, dancing and enjoying the music, occasionally taking sips from my cup. I danced with strangers, letting loose and feeling the electrifying atmosphere.

After a few songs, I decided to step out of the group to refill my cup. That's when I noticed someone staring at me.

Mattheo Riddle.

I noticed the intensity of his gaze as I made my way to the table, refilled my drink, and continued dancing. It felt as if his eyes were exploring every contour of my body, studying the way I moved to the rhythm of the music.

He observed every accidental touch from others and his gaze pierced through anyone who boldly grabbed my waist to dance with me.

Curiosity sparked within me as I saw him approach the couch where our friends were previously seated before joining us on the dance floor.

I approached him, standing tall above him as he sat on the blanket. "Are you done eye-fucking me?" I snapped.

"Well, not exactly.” He chuckled, “I was rather enjoying myself," he responded with a smirk, taking a sip from his cup.

I sat down next to him, feeling the effects of the alcohol I had consumed. "You're disgusting, Mattheo."

"Don’t deny it sweetheart, you know you like it when I speak to you that way," he remarked.

I rolled my eyes and shivered as the air conditioning turned on. It's funny how, even at a party which would usually reak of sweat and sex; magic can be used to regulate the temperature and prevent things from getting too hot and sweaty.

"Are you shivering because you're nervous around me, or are you just cold?" Mattheo smirked.

"I'm cold, you dipshit," I sneered.

Suddenly, I felt warm fabric being draped over my shoulders. I glanced over my shoulder, glare still in place, to see Mattheo holding his green jacket, offering it to me.

"What's with the face? I'm just trying to keep you warm," he argued.

"Stop hitting on me," I snapped back.

"Why?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"You know why. I'm Enzo's little sister, which means I'm off-limits. Besides, I don't even like you," I chuckled.

"Whatever, just take the goddamn jacket before you catch a cold or something," he ordered.

I slipped my arms through the jacket, taking in the scent of expensive cologne and savoring the warmth. "Thanks," I mumbled.

"You look attractive in my clothes," he smirked, to which I responded by playfully smacking him on the arm.

"Ugh, I can't stand you," I mumbled, attempting to hide my smile.

"Oh, you don't actually hate me," he chuckled once again.

Despite knowing that he's off-limits and that I should despise him, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Maybe it was the influence of alcohol, but without thinking, I reached out and firmly grasped his face. Our lips collided.

The kiss shared between us is filled with sweetness and passion, as if we had both been longing for this moment for an eternity.

I can feel his hands finding their way to my waist, while I securely wrap mine behind his neck.

In an instant, I swing my leg over and settle into his lap, straddling him.

Eventually, we part our lips, both of us gasping for air, as our foreheads press together.

"I always knew you had feelings for me," he playfully teases.

I can't help but giggle, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Pansy, come on!" Enzo's voice suddenly interrupts, calling out for me.

"Shit," I quickly jumped off Rafe and nonchalantly positioned myself to the side of him. Pansy and Enzo were approaching us.

"Guys, we're ready to go," Pansy groaned.

"Yeah, okay," I stumbled over my words, still feeling a bit shaken from earlier.

Mattheo and I both stood up from the couch, eager to make our way back to the dorms.

As we walked, I grabbed Mattheo's arm, allowing Pansy and Enzo to move ahead of us. I began to take off his jacket when he stopped me.

"Keep it. It looks better on you," he whispered.

A smile crept onto my face as I playfully responded, "You're such a dork."

"Come to my dorm tonight, Dracos staying with Astoria," he suggested.

"All right," I replied, returning a peck on his lips before darting ahead to catch up with Enzo and Pansy. As I did, a thought crossed my mind: What exactly am I getting myself into?

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cloveswifey · 11 months

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Mentor

Pairings: Cato Hadley x Fem!Reader

A/n: not exactly sure if this was what you wanted when you requested; hopefully this is good enough. Part 2 will be on its way maybe?

Type: Angst + Fluff

Warnings: blood, swearing, the hunger games, insults, arguing, fighting, medicine.

Words: 1.9k

Request: Cato × reader when he won the 74 and she won the 72 and she's younger than him and they fall in love and ppl are surprised he's soft for her

Y/n had always known that she was destined for greatness. Growing up in District 2, she had been trained from a young age to become a tribute in the Hunger Games. She had learned how to use a bow and arrow with deadly accuracy, and she was smart enough to outwit any opponent who dared to cross her.

As the day of the 72nd Hunger Games approached, Y/n felt a mixture of fear and excitement. She knew that the Games were a brutal and unforgiving competition, but she was determined to emerge victorious.

When the Games began, Y/n immediately put her skills to the test. She used her bow and arrow to take down several of her opponents, and she quickly established herself as a force to be reckoned with. She was smart enough to avoid direct confrontation whenever possible, instead using her wits and her knowledge of the arena to stay one step ahead of the other tributes.

As the days passed, Y/n continued to impress the audience with her skill and her cunning. She was one of the youngest tributes in the Games, but she was also one of the most deadly. She had a natural talent for survival, and she was able to adapt quickly to the ever-changing conditions of the arena.

Despite her success, Y/n never lost sight of her ultimate goal: to emerge victorious from the Hunger Games. She knew that there were still several formidable opponents left in the competition, and she was determined to outlast them all.

As the final showdown approached, Y/n prepared herself for the ultimate battle. She knew that she would need to be at her very best if she was going to emerge victorious, and she focused all of her energy on the task at hand.

When the final battle began, Y/n was ready. She used all of her skills and knowledge to outwit her opponents, and she fought with a fierce determination that left her adversaries reeling. In the end, it was Y/n who emerged victorious, having proven herself to be the most skilled and resourceful tribute in the entire competition.

As she stood before the cheering crowds, Y/n felt an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment. She had survived the Hunger Games and emerged as the ultimate victor, a testament to her strength and her courage. From that day forward, Y/n would be remembered as one of the greatest tributes in the history of the Hunger Games, a true champion who had overcome incredible odds to achieve her ultimate goal.

As Y/n emerged from the arena, she was greeted by a sea of flashing cameras and cheering fans. She had just become the youngest winner in the history of the Hunger Games, and her achievement had not gone unnoticed.

Alongside her stood Finnick Odair, the dashing and charismatic tribute from District 4. Finnick had won the 65th Hunger Games at the age of 14, and he had gone on to become one of the most beloved victors of all time. Now, he stood beside Y/n, the newest member of the exclusive club of Hunger Games champions.

As Y/n made her way through the crowds, she was praised for her incredible skill and bravery. She had faced off against some of the toughest opponents in the Games, and she had emerged victorious against all odds. Her youth had been seen as a disadvantage by many, but she had used it to her advantage, relying on her quick reflexes and her natural agility to outmaneuver her opponents.

Finnick, too, was quick to praise Y/n for her incredible achievement. He had been in her shoes once, and he knew just how difficult it was to win the Hunger Games at such a young age. He saw in Y/n a kindred spirit, a tribute who had overcome incredible odds to become a true champion.

Together, Y/n and Finnick became the talk of the Capitol. They were hailed as the brightest stars of the Hunger Games, two young tributes who had proven themselves to be the very best of the best. They were invited to all of the most exclusive parties and events, and they were showered with gifts and accolades from their adoring fans.

For Y/n, the experience was both exhilarating and overwhelming. She had never imagined that she would become a Hunger Games champion, let alone one who was celebrated alongside the legendary Finnick Odair. But as she basked in the glow of her newfound fame, she knew that she had truly achieved something remarkable. She had proven that age was just a number, and that anyone, no matter how young or inexperienced, could become a true champion if they had the courage and the determination to succeed.

2 years later

Years had passed since Y/n had won the Hunger Games, but her name was still remembered by many. She had become a living legend, a symbol of hope and resilience in a world that was often dark and cruel. So it was no surprise when she received a summons to President Snow's office, inviting her to mentor the tributes of the 74th Hunger Games.

At first, Y/n was hesitant. She had left the world of the Hunger Games behind, and she had no desire to return to it. But something in Snow's voice had piqued her curiosity, and she found herself accepting the invitation despite her misgivings.

Y/n pov

I soon returned to my home district, after being at the Capitol to fulfil President snows wishes.

As I arrived, Brutus was preparing to announce this year's tributes. She watched from the sidelines as Brutus approached the bowl of names.

But just as he was about to draw a slip of paper, a voice rang out from the crowd. "I volunteer as tribute!" My eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on a small, tough-looking girl.

She had dark brown hair and freckles scattered across her face. With a proud smirk, she strode up to the stage.

"What's your name?" Brutus asked into the microphone.

"Clove Kentwell," she replied with a smirk.

"Congratulations, Clove!" Brutus exclaimed, applauding. "Now, Y/n, would you do the honors and select our male tribute?"

I nodded and walked up to the bowl, but before I could pick a paper, another voice cried out, "I volunteer for the Games!"

A muscular blonde man stepped out of his aged-group line and began walking towards the stage.

"What's your name?" I asked into the microphone.

"Cato. Cato Hadley," he replied with a smirk, looking out at his district. He then turned to me and winked before taking his place beside Clove.

As they rode the train to the Capitol, Cato began making fun of Y/n for being younger than him. "How is a younger person gonna teach me anything?" he taunted.

"Age doesn't matter, Hadley," Y/n scoffed.

"Why's that?" Clove sarcastically laughed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hey, now. Let's not be rude," Brutus said, trying to diffuse the situation.

But Cato wasn't having it. "You're just a kid. What could you possibly teach us?" she sneered.

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "I may be young, but I have experience," she said firmly.

"Experience in what? Tying knots?" Clove scoffed.

"Shut it, Freckles. I could easily put one of my arrows into your thick skull and send you flying across this room," Y/n spat at the small girl.

Clove rolled her eyes, but Y/n could see a glimmer of respect in her gaze. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to prove herself to these tributes.

Y/n, Brutus, Clove, and Cato arrived in the Capitol, ready for the 74th Hunger Games.

As they waited for the parade to begin, Y/n noticed that Cato looked nervous. She walked over to him and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked.

Cato nodded, but Y/n could see the fear in his eyes. "I'm just nervous," he admitted.

‘Nervous? I don’t do nervous’ Thought Cato.

Y/n smiled. "I know, but you're going to do great. Just remember to stay focused and don't let your emotions get the best of you."

Cato nodded again, and Y/n could see that her words had helped calm him down. As the parade began, Cato and Clove climbed onto their chariot and rode through the streets of the Capitol.

The crowd roared as they passed by, and Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. They were representing their district, and she was determined to make them proud.

As they made their way back to the training center, Y/n pulled Cato aside. "Listen, I know you're a great fighter, but you need to be careful. Don't let your anger get the best of you. Stay focused, and don't make any unnecessary moves."

Cato nodded, and Y/n could see the determination in his eyes. She knew he was going to be a tough competitor, but she also knew that he had what it took to win.

As the days passed, Y/n continued to give Cato and Clove advice and support. She knew that they were all in this together, and that they needed to work as a team if they wanted to survive.

Cato was confident as he entered the arena for the 74th Hunger Games. He knew that he was a strong fighter, but he also knew that he had a lot to prove. Luckily, he had Y/n as his mentor, and she had been a great help to him throughout his training.

As the games began, Cato fought hard, taking down his opponents one by one. But when he came up against Thresh, things took a turn for the worse. Thresh was a tough opponent, and he managed to injure Cato's leg.

Cato was in pain, but he knew he couldn't give up. He thought of Y/n, who had sent him medicine to help with the pain. He knew he had to keep fighting, for her.

As the days passed, Cato continued to fight, but he found himself thinking more and more about Y/n. She had been there for him from the beginning, and he had come to rely on her for support.

As he made it to the final battle, Cato knew that he had to win. He thought of Y/n, and all of the help she had given him. He knew that he couldn't let her down.

In the end, Cato emerged victorious. As he stood on the podium, he looked out into the crowd, searching for Y/n. When he found her, he mumbled the words "I love you Y/n" under his breath.

Y/n heard him, and she smiled. She had grown to care for Cato as well, and she was proud of him for winning the games. She knew that they had a long road ahead of them, but she was ready to face it with him by her side.

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cloveswifey · 1 year

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Her

Parings: lip Gallagher x fem!Reader

Type: Angst

Warnings: Lip Being a bad boyfriend, Karen (a huge warning), mentions of family drama, financial struggles, first time, first kiss, begging, crying, swearing, break up

Words: 0.7k

Lip Gallagher and y/n had been together for two years, and they were each other's firsts. They had been through a lot together, including family drama, financial struggles, and personal challenges. But through it all, they had remained devoted to each other.

However, lately things had started to change. Lip had been spending more and more time with Karen, an old flame who had re-entered his life. At first, y/n didn't mind - she trusted Lip and knew he would never cheat on her. But as time went on, it became clear that something was wrong. Lip was missing dates with y/n, forgetting important events, and seemed distant and preoccupied when they were together.

Y/n tried to talk to Lip about it, but he brushed her off. "It's nothing, babe," he would say. "Just work stuff." But y/n could tell there was more to it than that. She could see the way he looked at Karen, the way he talked about her, the way he always seemed to make time for her no matter what.

Finally, y/n decided enough was enough. She confronted Lip one night, after he had missed yet another date with her. "What's going on, Lip?" she demanded. "Why are you always with Karen? Don't you care about me anymore?"

Y/N's sudden outburst caught Lip off guard. He was taken aback and muttered, "What the fuck are you talking about?" He chuckled lightly as he thought the girl was joking, but that smile soon wiped off his face.

"I mean, you keep missing out on our dates, Lip. That's what I am fucking talking about," Y/N spat, her anger spilling over. "And for what? Her! To be with your ex-girlfriend!" She scoffed at the thought.

He hadn't realized how much he had been neglecting her, how much he had been taking her for granted. Guilt flooded over him, and he struggled to find the right words to say.

"I'm sorry, y/n," he said finally. "I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that”he paused, “Karen and I have a history, you know? We were together for a long time, and she helped me through some tough times. I can't just forget about her."

Y/n felt a surge of anger and hurt. "So that's it? You're just going to fucking choose her over me? Once again! After everything we've fucking been through?"

Lip shook his head. "No, that's not what I'm saying. I love you, baby. You know that. But I can't just ignore my past, either. Karen is important to me, too."

Y/n sighed. She knew Lip was right - he couldn't just cut Karen out of his life completely. But it still hurt to feel like she was second best, like Lip had forgotten about their relationship.

For the next few weeks, y/n and Lip tried to work things out. They went to couples therapy, talked through their feelings, and tried to find a compromise. But it was hard. Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that Lip didn't really care about her anymore, that he wasjust going through the motions to keep her happy.

Finally, one night, y/n had had enough. "I can't do this anymore," she told Lip. "I love you, but I can't keep feeling like I'm competing with Karen for your attention. It's not fair to me."

Lip was devastated. He knew he had messed up, but he didn't want to lose y/n. "Please, y/n," he begged. "Don't leave me. We can fix this. I'll do whatever it takes." He cried, “please baby.”

But y/n shook her head. "I'm sorry, Lip. I just don't think we can make this work anymore. Maybe someday we can be friends, but right now...I need to move on."

And with that, y/n walked away from Lip, leaving him alone and confused. He knew he had made a mistake, but he didn't know how to fix it. All he could do was hope that someday, y/n would forgive him and they could try again.

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cloveswifey · 1 year

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Protection

Parings: Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Type: Head-Cannon - Fluff

Words: 0.1k

Rafe was completely devoted to protecting his girlfriend.

He would insist on walking on the side of the road closer to the traffic, keeping her arm in his at crowded events, holding onto her drink while never once looking away from it.

Rafe would always keep her protected from the negative things in the world, refusing to allow her to see who he used to be, and not tolerating anyone speaking ill of her.

He made sure she texted him when she arrived home safely and promised to always keep her out of harm's way.

Rafe's protective nature didn't come from a desire to control his girlfriend, but rather out of a deep love for her. He couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her, and he wanted to ensure that nothing ever would. It was simply a matter of being devoted to the best thing that had ever happened to him; he knew she would do the same for him.

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cloveswifey · 1 year

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Growing up

Pairings: Rafe!Dad x Fem!Mom x Amelia!Daughter

Warnings: fluffy, Dad!Rafe

Type: Fluff

As the days turned into weeks, Amelia grew into a happy and curious little baby. Rafe and y/n took turns taking care of their daughter, never wanting to leave her side. They read to her, played with her, and watched her discover the world around her.

As Amelia approached her first birthday, Rafe and y/n decided to throw her a party. They invited all of their friends and family, and even some of Amelia’s little friends from the playgroup.

The day of the party arrived, and the house was filled with laughter, music, and the scent of delicious food. Amelia was dressed in a beautiful pink dress, and her face lit up with joy as she saw all of the people who had come to celebrate with her.

As the party continued, Rafe and y/n watched with pride as Amelia interacted with everyone. She played with the other children, danced to the music, and even blew out the candles on her own little cake.

The day ended with hugs, kisses, and goodbyes from all of their loved ones. As Rafe and y/n put Amelia to bed that night, they reminisced about how far they had come. From two people in love to a family with a beautiful little girl, they felt grateful for every moment.

And as they drifted off to sleep, they knew that their love for each other and their daughter would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

Y/n woke up in the middle of the night to hear the cured of her baby girl. She gets up and walks to the nursery to find Rafe cradling Amelia, “it’s okay… Daddy’s here, my beautiful girl.” Rafe whispered as he kissed the chubby cheeks of his baby-girl.

Y/n smiled at the sight of her husband and daughter. She walked over to them and wrapped her arms around Rafe, feeling grateful for his presence in their lives. As they stood there, watching their daughter sleep, they couldn't help but think about the future.

Rafe had always wanted to be a good father, but he was afraid of repeating the mistakes his own father had made. Y/n knew that he would be different, that he would be the kind of father that Amelia would look up to and admire.

As Amelia grew, so did their love for her. They watched in amazement as she learned how to roll over, sit up, and crawl. They listened as she babbled and cooed, trying to make sense of the world around her.

One day, when Amelia was about 1 year and six months old, Rafe came home from work with a surprise. He had arranged for a family photo shoot. Y/n was thrilled, but also a little nervous. She wasn't sure how Amelia would react to being in front of the camera.

The day of the photo shoot arrived, and y/n and Rafe dressed Amelia in a cute little outfit. They arrived at the studio and met the photographer, who was friendly and patient with their little girl. They posed for pictures, and Rafe and y/n couldn't help but smile as they watched their daughter's personality shine through.

After the photo shoot, they went out for a family dinner to celebrate. As they sat together, y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for the life they had built together. She looked at Rafe and knew that he was the love of her life, and that Amelia was the greatest gift they had ever received.

Over the next few years, y/n and Rafe watched as Amelia grew from a baby to a toddler to a little girl. They celebrated her first steps, her first words, and her first day of school. They watched as she made friends, learned new things, and discovered her passions.

Through it all, they remained a strong, loving family, supporting each other through the ups and downs of life. They knew that they were blessed to have each other, and that nothing could ever

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