on a late night, y/n stumbles upon her boyfriend, draco malfoy, cheating on her with the girl who was apparently “just a friend.” want to know who rescues the day? mattheo riddle. and thank merlin for him.
pansy parkinson (god bless her) accidentally adds the guys to the GIRLS groupchat… unfortunately for y/n, mattheo riddle is added. and can now see everything
mattheo riddle (newly known as “mr. not so slick”) accidentally texted y/n when meaning to text blaise. - 1000 aura on his part considering he is completely down bad for her.
y/n’s friends bet her to start dating mattheo riddle and then slowly get more and more annoying, clingy, and insufferable over the course of ten days the catch is: mattheo’s friends had also put him onto a bet to make y/n fall completely in love with him
it was a pretty normal night at first. a friday. everyone just relaxing in the slytherin common room. until… it wasn’t. and now, eight friends are left in the dark to face the faceless
after possibly the longest shift at malone’s ever, y/n comes across a shivering kitten on her way home. and the closest place to go just happens to be the hockey house. “dark red” - steve lacy <3
pansy parkinson may be utterly possessive and controlling over y/n… but mattheo riddle claims he knows what’s best for her. and pansy: is not. *heartbeat by childish gambino starts playing*
proof that the only thing more dangerous than blair waldorf’s wrath is a pair of designer shoes on a freezing night. remember: not all heroes wear capes… some wear thrifted jackets!
two spaces, one bed. y/n vows to hate john logan forever—mostly because he parks like a total menace. but also because he exists. logan feels the exact opposite. he is hopelessly, miserably in love with her, enduring her dramatic scoffs and aggressive flirting with other guys while keeping his mouth shut. but when a chaotic cape cod halloween party fills every room in the house, they are left with exactly one remaining mattress. lines are blurred, depth perception is questioned, and dealing with each other might just become a very bad habit. “i bite my tongue, it’s a bad habit. kinda mad that i didn’t take a stab at it.”
running away with draco malfoy. because obviously that’s better than becoming death eaters… anyway. as a wise woman once said: “i get wet at the thought of you being a responsible guy!”
one friend group. eight days. and a supernatural bloodline curse that forces you to watch your own reflection dismantle your sanity. "the worst part isn't that she’s watching us. it's that she’s practicing being us."