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having blood on the face will make anyone hot

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Yay!!

Happy New Year!

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I had an interesting night last night

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mattheo riddle who would make fun of you when you make him cute little gifts but if his house was burning down and the gifts were still inside, he’d go running in.

mattheo riddle who can’t stand it when you’re mad at him. you’ll never catch him admitting it, but he would jump off the astronomy tower reciting romeo and juilet to make you smile even a little.

mattheo riddle who finds out about you telling your friends details of your sex life, so he gives you more to share.

mattheo riddle who tells you to “shut the fuck up” and when you do, he backtracks. you’re the only person he would let talk 24 hours a day without wanting to put forks in his ears.

mattheo riddle who hates when you spend time around his friends because they always embarrass him.

mattheo riddle who memorized your schedule so he could take you to each of your classes, no matter where his is.

mattheo riddle who lets you paint his nails either black or green. or maybe whatever color you want, but when his friends make fun of him for it he doesn’t get defensive. he just states they’re jealous of how good he looks with pink on, and how good his freshly cut cuticles feel.

mattheo riddle who makes sure you eat at least one proper meal a day.

mattheo riddle who hates any guy friend you have.

mattheo riddle who asks your best friends what your favorite flowers are so he can surprise you.

mattheo riddle who would burn the world down to ash if it meant you’d be his forever.

but it doesn’t really matter, because you are his. forever.

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𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝

Sfw | Mattheo Riddle x reader | ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ | Masterlist

Summary: Y/N casually drops hints about their future together, imagining a big house and an enormous ring, while Mattheo insists they’re not getting married. Their playful back-and-forth reveals a tender closeness, where dreams and reality blur in their relationship. Word Count: 327 Authors Note: based on a scene from the book redeeming 6 by chloe Walsh

Y/N sat at her vanity, carefully applying her makeup, while Mattheo lounged on her bed, eyes glued to his phone. The room was quiet, filled with the kind of comfortable silence that comes with familiarity. A small smile played on Y/N’s lips as she broke the stillness.

“When we get engaged,” she said casually, not looking away from her reflection as she brushed mascara onto her lashes.

Without glancing up, Mattheo replied dryly, “We’re not getting married.”

Y/N didn’t even pause. “I want a ring the size of my fist.”

That earned a chuckle from Mattheo. “Good luck with that.”

She grinned, continuing her train of thought without missing a beat. “So, when we get married—”

This time, he looked up from his phone, smirking. “We’re not getting married, Y/N.”

Shrugging his comment off, she went on, “I want a big house in the country, with a garden.”

Mattheo, now amused, set his phone aside, giving her his full attention. He raised an eyebrow, clearly humoring her now. “And where am I supposed to find the money for this mansion and garden of yours?”

Y/N turned slightly, catching his gaze through the mirror, a playful glint in her eyes. “I thought we weren’t getting married?”

With a sigh, Mattheo stood up and moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder. They both stared into the mirror now, their reflections framed by his embrace. “We’re not,” he said softly, a teasing edge to his voice. “Because I’ll be in prison for robbing a bank to pay for that fist-sized ring you want.”

Y/N blushed, her heart skipping a beat as she felt his warm breath against her neck and the weight of his arms around her. His teasing might have been playful, but the way he held her close said more than words ever could. Even though neither of them was seriously talking about marriage, the ease of imagining a future together lingered between them, filling the room with a quiet kind of affection.

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My Girl

Mattheo Riddle x reader

summary: Mattheo has a habit of getting into fights for the sake of it, but this time it seems he actually had a reason for it.

warnings: mentions of blood and fighting.

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“He’s gotten into a fight again,” were all the words you heard Blaise say before he pulled you along to the Slytherin common room. 

Mattheo had always been this way: getting into fights because he got a thrill out of it, and that would often leave you to clean up his wounds afterwards. Even though you knew why he’d fought, you’d always ask why he got into a fight. He’d always shrug and say, “he was annoying.” You’d chastise him that he can’t just fight whoever he finds annoying and he’d give you a look that says he can. 

Upon entering the Slytherin common room, you found everyone sitting around casually as if nothing had happened. Mattheo was not in attendance. One guy sat in the corner, sulking, whom you assumed was the one Mattheo had gotten into a fight with given his torn clothes, wild hair, split lip and black eye. As soon as you entered, his head shot up and he smirked at you. You did not like that look so, giving everyone a small smile in the form of greeting, you headed up to Mattheo’s room. 

Taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart, you raised your hand and softly knocked on the door. 

“Come in,” came Mattheo’s voice. 

You entered the room to find it as immaculate as always. Mattheo himself was in the bathroom with a wet rag in hand, dabbing at his face while inspecting the injuries in the mirror. When you entered, Mattheo turned to you and gave you a cheeky grin. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and huffed in annoyance. He seemed to be perfectly fine! Better than fine, actually. He seemed chirpy. While you were concerned about his well-being, it seems Mattheo was having the time of his life beating that guy up. 

He saw your expression, the anger and annoyance rolling off you and stopped smiling, dropping the rag on the counter. He then approached you and put his hands on your hips, pulling you closer. 

“I'm fine,” he assured, looking into your eyes. 

And he was. There were barely any injuries you could see. There was a small cut on his forehead which you assumed was caused by a hefty ring, and there was some blood coming out of his nose. Other than that, Mattheo seemed okay. 

“And it was for the same stupid reason this time, I’m assuming?” you asked in an annoyed tone. Even though Mattheo wasn’t hurt too badly, you still didn’t like he’d been in a fight at all. “That you find the guy annoying?” you huffed and turned your face away. 

“Actually,” he said and gently grabbed your chin to turn your face back to him. Anger flashed across his features briefly as he ground the next sentence out. “He was shit-talking you. I will not stand that.” 

Your eyebrows raised in shock. Less about the fact that the fight had been over you and more about the fact that this time, Mattheo actually had a reason to fight. 

You unfurled your arms and brought them around Mattheo’s neck, hugging him tightly. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled. 

Mattheo held you tighter, placing a kiss on your crown. “No need for that. I won’t stand anyone talking badly about my girl,” he said. 

You pulled away with a grin and kissed his lips. “I love you, Matty.” 

Mattheo grinned. “I love you, princess.” 

You pulled Mattheo into the bathroom and perched on the countertop, grabbing the rag he had previously been using. Mattheo slotted himself between your legs and once again, rested his hands on your hips. You cleaned all the blood while he looked at your face adoringly, making you blush a deep red from his intense gaze. 

“You know, I’m so proud of you,” you said, setting the rag aside. 

His brows furrowed. “For what?” he asked. 

You rested your arms on his shoulders while your hands played with his hair. “The guy looked so much worse than you do,” you said with a smile. 

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Fireworks

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Kissing, I think that's it

Second week of Jinxed July that @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx are doing.

You spent a week with the boys and Pansy at one of their cabins by the lake. Honestly, you couldn't remember who's it was. You were more busy playing in the lake, having bonfires, and watching the boys fuss over grilling.

The last evening before you all left, everyone took one last swim in the lake. It was cold, and you squealed when you jumped in off the dock.

“Too cold for you, princess?” Mattheo teased, swimming up next to you.

“No.” You said, giving him a shove, your body shivering as it got used to the cold water again.

“Aw, you're shivering.” He smiled, coming back again to wrap his arms around you.

“Am not.” You scoffed, but didn't push him away this time. His body was warm and it helped warm you a little.

“You're cute when you lie.” He said and you rolled your eyes.

“You're such a flirt.” You shake your head and push away from him to go swim towards everyone else.

“Hey, come back here!” He called after you as he followed you.

You all enjoyed the lake until the sun started setting, splashing each other, chicken fights, even watching the boys attempt to tie a rope around a branch of a tree and swing on it to jump into the lake, only for it to fail and watch Enzo fall straight onto the ground. Then watch as Theo and Mattheo attempt as well, just to both fail, all three boys now covered in scratches on their backs and arms.

You, Draco and Pansy made your way out of the lake to dry off as it started to get dark. Mattheo worked on getting a fire started while the other boys kept playing in the lake. You took a seat in one of the camping chairs by the fire Mattheo was working on after changing, towel drying your hair.

“You like watching me work?” Mattheo smiled at you. He was still in just his swim trunks and you were definitely staring at him.

“No. I’m just supervising.” You said and smiled back at him.

His smile grew. “You don’t trust me?”

“Not with fire.” You replied, drying the ends of your hair with the towel.

His eyes followed your movements. “You still cold, princess?” He asked, looking back at the fire.

“No. I’m fine.” You shook your head.

He walked over to his chair, grabbing his hoodie that was laying on it and tossing it to you. “Here.” He said as he walked back to the fire.

“I said I’m not cold.” You said, holding the hoodie in your hands.

“You’re still cute when you lie.” He smiled at you. “Put it on.”

“You’re demanding, you know that?” You said as you pulled the hoodie over your head.

“Can’t let my princess freeze, can I?” He tilted his head to the side in a way that made him look cuter somehow.

“Shut up.”

Everyone started gathering around the fire, making s'mores and laughing when someone caught their marshmallow on fire. Mattheo took the chair beside you, getting up every now and again to keep the fire going. Blaise and Theo disappear at one point and you don't really think much of it until you see fireworks exploding on the other side of the cabin. Everyone jumps at the first crack before looking up and laughing. Mattheo pulled your chair closer to his, putting his arm on the back of it as you both watched the fireworks.

“I’m glad you joined us this year.” Mattheo said suddenly.

You turn to look at him as he still looks up at the fireworks, smiling at him. “Me too.”

He turned his head to look at you, a big smile on his face. “Wouldn’t have been as fun with just these idiots.” He gestured over his shoulder.

“Aw, I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve said to me.” You said sarcastically.

“I can think of something sweeter.” He said, turning in his chair to face you more.

“What would that be?”

“Something like ‘You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.’ or ‘You have the prettiest smile in the world.’ Something like that.” He said, leaning in closer to you.

“Only complimenting my looks? Is that all you’re after?” You teased, knowing full well that isn’t the truth.

“Mmm, guilty.” He said, smiling as his lips almost touched yours now.

“Kiss me.” You smiled back at him.

“I can’t say ‘no’ to you.” He said before pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, ignoring the cheers and gags from the others around you as he finally got to kiss you.

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cleaning up bloody mattheo after a fight 🤤🤤 and he’s still clenching his jaw and angry 🤤🤤 but he doesn’t want to scare you 🥹🥹

“this is going to sting” you warn as you press the cloth drenched with alcohol to his face to disinfect his wounds. to your surprise, he doesn’t show any pain—no flinching or screaming—making you raise an eyebrow. you analyse his facial expressions and realise the adreline is still pumping through his body— his jaw is clenched, eyes are narrowed and his knee is restlessly bouncing up and down. you aren’t even sure why he got into a fight in the first place, but you figured it’s best to give him some time to cool off before bombarding him with questions.

“fucking idiot. i should’ve hit him harder. fuck!” mattheo hisses, eyes fixed on the wall ahead, not even blinking as his tongue exasperatedly pokes the inside of his cheek. you feel uneasy, trying to keep your mouth shut to avoid infuriating him further as you dab the cloth against his wounds— but curiosity gets the better of you, and you can’t help but wonder what happened before you entered the room. “why did you fight, mattheo? what even happened?” you blurt out, your eyes moving to his narrowed ones, gazing at him with a worried expression.

“it’s not important.” he quickly mutters, shaking his head in disapproval as the memories rush back, yet still avoiding your puzzled gaze. you let out a defeated sigh, fully knowing that pushing further isn’t the smartest move— but you just can’t let it go.

“mattheo, just tell me what—”

“he called you a slut, alright? and i just— i just couldn’t let him get away with that shit. so yeah, i punched him, just like he deserved.”

your brows furrow with both empathy and concern as you gently cup his face with your hand, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek. “oh, baby…” you sigh softly, followed by pressing a gentle kiss to his head. “i’m proud of you, you know that?” mattheo’s brows knit together as he turns to meet your eyes for the first time, confusion evident on his face as he was fully expecting you to lecture him. “what— why?” “because he looked way, way worse than you do right now.”

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i want to be flirted with!!! i want to be desired!!! i want to be lusted after!!!

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forget freak. who's gonna match my cringe.

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The neighbor either already had this bird costume or bought it special for the occasion and I don’t know what I like the idea of more 😂😂

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🦔

This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

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Reblog if

It’s 104% okay to come to your DM and just say, “Hi, can we be friends?” And then start asking you random questions.

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I talk to them the way I talk to a baby in the grocery store. I make sure I show that I’m interested in interacting with them but give them space so they (their parents) don’t freak out

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Good heavens. What a time to be alive.

a little something on the lord's day

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…no, I didn’t come to tumblr.com to look for aid in my pre-nap scenario only for this to be the first post I see… what do you mean?