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Hi my swaggie bb I miss u <3

MY SWAG GAL I MISS U TOO </3

college is kicking my butt rn unfortunately 💔 but i am enjoying my classes so far so thats a plus (other than the dreaded math) HOW ARE U DOING THOUGH YOU SWAG SWAG GAL

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MY PARTNER IN CRIME HOW IS THEE MY FOOTSIE TOOTSIE PARTNER?!

your footsie tootsie partner be struggling fanficly 😭 college is kicking my ass so hard right now and its really drained my motivation for writing stuff BUT ON THE OTHER HAND I STARTED NEW CLASSES !!! and we’re swagging other than that so fuck it we ball

HOW ARE U AND YOUR FOOTSIE TOOTSIES DOING?? i hope theo didnt steal them in your sleep 💔

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pr perfect | mattheo riddle

rockstar!mattheo x reader | chaotic fluff | wc: 422

summary: you discuss what makes a perfect couple with mattheo

“In order to be a good PR couple, we have to be good at couple-y things.” you said certainly to him.

Mattheo wasn’t quite sure where you got the idea of what made a couple from—nor was he sure where you got the chalkboard and pointer stick you were currently holding. What he did know was that the scene was rather funny.

“What defines couple-y things then?” he asked you with a smirk. “Public kisses? Matching hoodies?”

You nodded seriously, tapping the pointer stick at a pyramid you had made. “At the bottom of this pyramid is the physical contact that will drive people wild. Kisses, hand-holding, ear-whispers. The likes and stuff.”

Mattheo nodded back. “What about the middle of the pyramid?”

“That’s for things like opening doors and stuff. Not necessarily needed, but gentleman-y gestures nonetheless. But these—“ you said, hitting the top of the pyramid. “Are the most important parts. Just the cherry on top things that truly seal the deal.”

“I suppose we should start with the bottom, then?” he asked you. 

“Kissing first.” you said to him. “You need to be comfortable with it.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes just so, crossing his arms with a smirk. “You’re a better manager than just my actual manager, y’know that?”

“Don’t even start.” you groaned. You sat down on his lap and wrapped your hands around his cheeks, able to feel the way that his blood rushed to his face. “We should just make out.”

“Yeah?” he muttered out. “Right now?”

“Right now.” you smirked at him, pressing his hands to your waist before cupping his neck. “So kiss me.”

Mattheo’s lips were pressed against yours before he could even register it, tongues mixing together like they were meant to be one. His hands squeezed your hips as he tried to ground himself—lips pressing harder and harder against you. 

You had a taste that was almost electric, like a shockwave being sent through his systems that he couldn’t quite control. Maybe he would compare it to the high that drugs give him, but he wasn’t sure even that could do you any justice. 

“You kiss good.” you smirked at him, winking as his hands tightened their grip once more. “Where’d you learn that tongue trick?”

“Drunk night clubs.” he murmured, eyes still focused on your lips. There was something about the curve of them that seemed so addictive to it, the slight redness poking out from where he had just bitten. “More?”

“More.” you agreed, a smirk growing on your lips.

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! just another small rockstar mattheo drabble, nothing too fancy about it. thanks so much for reading!

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matching tattoos | mattheo riddle

rockstar!mattheo x reader | chaotic fluff | wc: 596

summary: mattheo and you get matching tattoos

“Maybe we should get tattoos.” you suggested to Mattheo.

You had noticed over time just how many tattoos Mattheo truly had. At least thirty, if you had to eyeball.  At first, you honestly thought that it was nothing more than just the aesthetic of being a rockstar. It would’ve probably stayed that way if not for the video that one of your friends had found.

You had learned just two days ago that Mattheo had a YouTube channel about his musical process and life, and you had also watched every video at least twice over. You had watched the most recently posted videos at least four times. It was a tattoo tour—one where he explained the meaning of every single tattoo on his body. There was much more meaning to each of them than you could’ve possibly thought. 

Which is why you were just a little hesitant to suggest your newest idea. A matching tattoo to commemorate the chaos that the both of you had found yourself thriving inside.

“Tattoos?” he had asked. “Of what?”

“Dunno.” you shrugged. “But a matching tattoo sounds fun, don’t you think?”

Mattheo hummed and looked up from the book he was reading, one eyebrow raised. “Is there a particular reason you want a tattoo?”

“To celebrate our silliness together.” you said sweetly, sitting down next to him with a wide grin on your face. “Will you do it?”

Mattheo sighed dramatically at that—his head leaning back against the couch as he pretended to think about it. “Only if we don’t announce it.”

“Mystery, I see.” you winked at him. “Let’s do it.”

“New alerts on your favorite artist Mattheo Riddle have surfaced in an exclusive paparazzi clip!” were the words that you heard when you first walked into the house. Your ears had perked up then, body leaning against the doorway as you watched the TV play.

On the TV was a drama channel with a zoomed in photo of Mattheo’s wrist. That wouldn’t be anything very special, in your humble opinion, if not for the new tattoo just over his pulse point. A small heart with your fingerprints resting just above his vein—all documented in red ink.

You had a matching one just above your pulse point as well, your fingers absentmindedly rubbing it when you saw the photo.

“I was going to tell you myself when you got home.” Mattheo’s voice came from the kitchen. He had a small bowl of salad in his hands that had been absolutely drowned in ranch, a small smile resting on his face.

“Have you been watching these all day?” you asked him teasingly.

You expected him to say no, shaking his head and sitting down on the couch while changing the channel. What you didn’t expect was the way that his ears flamed and his eyes darted to every direction except for you. 

“Nope.” he murmured, doing just what you expected right after. “Not at all.”

You smiled softly at that, a small giggle rushing out of your throat as you walked towards him and ran your hands through his hair. He had changed the video to something else, and you had sat down next to him—stealing bites of his salad from time to time.

“I like the tattoos.” you said abruptly, your hand casually running over his fingerprints. 

“You do?” he asked. There was something about his voice that was more vulnerable, more honest, than you had ever heard it before.

You held it up in the limelight, a small smirk rising on your face. “Fits me rather well.”

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! this is one of my favorite mattheo aus to write (both him and murderer mattheo tbh) so i thought id do a couple of drabbles for him too. thanks so much for reading!

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blanket burrito | blaise zabini

blaise zabini x reader | comfort | wc: 568

summary: blaise puts you in a blanket burrito

You felt sad.

That was an underwhelming sentence, sure, but you felt rather underwhelmed about life at the moment too. Maybe it was just a match made in heaven.

You weren’t sure why you were sad. Nor were you sure of when it started, or how long it’d truly been. What you did know was that you were now sitting in front of the Slytherin Dormitory’s window and staring out at the rain. A blanket had been wrapped around you by Pansy, but you didn’t pull it closer even when the wind started blowing through the cracks.

At the very least you had a bucket of ice cream. Your favorite flavor, which you were currently munching quite contently on. 

“Are you okay?”

You turned around as soon as you heard the voice. It was a rich and velvety kind of voice you remembered from anywhere, especially when it reminded you of the taste of a thick red wine. 

“Sad.” you shrugged. “You want ice cream?”

“That’s yours, love.” Blaise said, wrapping himself around your back and watching the rain with you. “Do you like the rain?”

“I like betting on which water droplet will drop first.” you murmured quietly, tapping one of the droplets to make it go faster. “I’m betting on this one.”

Blaise chuckled quietly at that. “Do you have a name for it?”

“Hm,” you murmured quietly, an expression of determination appearing on your face. “Punt. The next one will be Susie, and the one after that will be Arnold.”

Blaise nodded. If he happened to magically rig the races, nobody else had to know about it.

“Arnold won too.” you smiled slowly, laughing at the raindrops. It wasn’t a big laugh, but it also wasn’t small. Just perfect for progress.

“I think I know a way to unsadden you.” he smiled softly at you, kissing your temple before picking you up. He made sure that you were comfortable with it, that no protest sound had been made before you were placed onto the couch and on your blanket again.

Your blanket that was now on the floor.

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” you giggled quietly, laying down like a log on your now floored blanket. Blaise was currently kneeling beside you, wrapping the blanket around your front. 

“Burrito.” he said simply.

That was the only warning that he gave you before you were rolled up in the blanket. Giggles burst out of your mouth as you were rolled on the ground like a burrito, warmth wrapping around your body both physically and metaphorical. “Blaise!”

“My burrito lady.” he chuckled, leaning down and kissing your forehead lovingly. His hands smoothed it over with such a gentle and soft touch that you almost wanted to cry. “Don’t you feel so warm now?”

You chuckled quietly as you wiggled in the burrito. “I feel like a worm.”

“Did you know that I would love you if you were a worm?” Blaise whispered to you conspiratorially. “I would give you a designer terrarium with nutrient-filled soil.”

You laughed out loud at that, the moon’s light shining through the window and reflecting off of the dew on the window. God, how you loved this man. “Would you protect me from the birds that want to eat me?” you asked him dramatically.

“I’ll sacrifice myself to all of their insistent peckings.” he chuckled quietly, kissing your forehead again

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! i wanted to repost this old work of mine, since I quite like it! that is all. thanks so much for reading!

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moony's loony tunes #3 | the marauders

the marauders | crack and fluff | wc: 506

summary: remus explains why we shouldn't trust microwaves

“Hi everyone,” Remus waved to the camera—both Sirius and James sitting behind him. “I have a very important video to make.”

“Oh my God.” James groaned.

The three of them were currently sitting in Sirius’ streaming room while he was in an interlude, but that didn't stop Remus from plotting his next big theory. In fact, taking over Sirius’ stream was truly just a retribution from the prank that Sirius had pulled on him the other day.

“This is my video essay on why microwaves are secretly super dangerous.” he said seriously, pulling out a paper file out of his bag.

James’ eyes widened just a bit in confusion, most likely wondering where the file came from. Sirius had only scoffed. 

“I bet they secretly cause cancer or something.” he said, cracking his knuckles as he tried to guess what Remus was going to say.

“Close,” Remus said before turning to the stream camera. “Microwaves use a form of electromagnetic waves in order to cook our food. What you don’t know—“ he said, finger pointing in the air. “—is that these waves are secretly portals.”

“Portals.” James deadpanned. “Portals?”

“Portals for aliens to come and inhabit our food. It’s truly genius work.” Remus said.

Sirius raised an eyebrow confusedly. “And what, pray tell, do these aliens want with us?” 

“Oh, they want world domination.” Remus said casually. He ignored the way that James burst out into laughter, or the way that Sirius’ chat went off as he continued. “The government signed a contract with the aliens in order to control our minds—they often send their youth through the portals to burrow into our brains. Soon, in the future, we’ll be nothing but mindless drones. But the government—“

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous—“ Sirius began.

“—The government wants to betray the contract with the aliens.” Remus butted in, camera facing Sirius as he continued. “They don’t want you to know that they’re setting us up. Some shady shit, I’m telling you.”

“What’s in the file, Remus?” Sirius asked, trying and failing to grab it out of Remus’ hands. 

Remus opened the file and pulled out the first image. A clearly photoshopped photo of the waves in a microwave opening up to a portal. “The small gaps in the waves are where the portals open from.” he explained to the camera. He held it up to the point where it was slightly blurry—just enough to barely make out the details.

“You could at least let them see it, mate.” Sirius grumbled as he tried to pull the photo back.

Remus shook his head. “Not allowed.”

“I can’t breathe—“ James gasped out in the back. 

Remus had only broken character for just a minute before going back to his regular persona. “They don’t want you to see this. This is top-level government secrets—I feel in danger just showing you this.”

“You’re not in shit right now—“ Sirius said, his feet resting on his streaming chair before he jumped at Remus. “Give me back my stream!”

“Danger!” Remus called out. 

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! i'm back! still working on my major series, but i think im making some good progress - so hopefully i can finish that soon enough so i can make it to posting more regularly again. thanks to everyone who supported while i was on break! thanks so much for reading!

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hey everyone, long time (ish, not really) no see! i know i haven't posted a fic in almost a week, life has been a little hectic for me as of late. summer college has been swamping me + my mom got surgery recently, and as an extra plus im working on a super duper big project that i dont want to post until its done. i might not be posting as often until that's done, i might stick to once or twice a week, but i did want to post something in general <3 thank you all for supporting and whatnot, especially when i wasn't posting!

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mortuary home | the marauders

marauders + reader | chaotic fluff | wc: 1106

summary: your first encounter with the marauders as a mortician

“This body just got transported last night—” Penny had said to you, a small frown on her face as she began talking. “—I don’t know if I can do that embalming though.”

Bones was one of your nicer coworkers. She was sweet just like her family—she had a sister named Amelia and a one year-old daughter named Susan. Though there was also a bit of sadness to her that you could never truly pinpoint. “Why not?”

“I know him.” she murmured.

You raised one eyebrow curiously as you looked at him. “You do?”

“Sirius. He used to go to my school." she said to you. “He used to pull so many pranks on everyone, him and his friends. I can try to comfort them if they get here, but I just can’t look at his body.”

“That’s okay.” you smiled as you rested your hand on her shoulder. “I’ll do it, ‘kay?”

Penny smiled at you. “Thank you so much.”

You nodded as you made your way to the body again. 

Your observations were first, looking around the dead man’s body for anything that you’d need to fix. He looked perfect in an almost eerie kind of way. His hair was manicured well, as were his nails and his face. Eyebrows perfectly trimmed, skin soft yet dry at the same time. No doubt that he had a rather intensive skin care routine. 

Your nails ran across his body as you tilted his head from side to side. He might need a small shave, but that was about it.

“You should redo your nails.”

“What the fuck—” you screamed out. 

The man on the bench, who you now knew was named Sirius, was currently sitting up straight with his hands running through his hair. His skin was definitely cold enough to be dead—you were sure. 

You blinked confusedly at the sight. A dead man—supposedly dead—currently adjusting his hair.

Were you going insane?

“What?” you asked incredulously. 

“I said that you should redo your nails.” he chuckled, pointing at your hand. “That color is gorgeous on you, don’t get me wrong, but they’re growing out too far.”

You felt your eyes blinking again. “Aren’t you meant to be dead?”

“Dead?” he asked with a chuckle. “Is that what this place is?”

You nodded your head slowly but steadily, trying to calm your breath to the best of your ability. “You’re in a mortuary home, sir.” you murmured quietly. 

Sirius nodded quietly. “Is that why it’s so cold here?”

“Yes, that’s why it’s so cold here!” you exclaimed. “You’re supposed to be dead! Your report says that you're dead, you were inside of a freezer for three days!”

Sirius laughed. “I’ve been through worse.”

“How the fuck could it get worse than you freezing to death?” you asked him incredulously.

Sirius shrugged at that. “My mom’s crazy.” he said simply as he looked around the room. Your embalming fluids were prepared near the small rolling cart, along with tools that you planned to use to insert them. “Sick setup. Was that gonna go in me?”

“Some of it was, yeah.” you murmured confusedly. “How did you—”

“Oh, this is just a big prank!” Sirius exclaimed happily, jumping up from the table and standing up straight as a nail. “James bet me that his pranks could be more emotionally taxing than mine. So I had to prove him wrong.”

You nodded slowly before crossing your arms over your chest. “So—”

“Oh, can you tell them that I’m alive?” he asked you. “I don’t want the prank to go on for too long, you know what I mean?’

“You need therapy.” you spat to him. 

Sirius only grinned at that.

“So—” you called out to his two friends.

James and Remus were standing by the counter with mournful expressions on their faces—and you could tell that they genuinely believed their best friend was dead. “How long is the body going to take to prepare?” his best friend, James, asked.

“Uh—” you murmured about that. “I have something you might want to see.”

“What would you want us to see?” Remus asked suspiciously.

You shrugged before walking to the back. James and Remus were following behind you, their shoes clicking against the floor in time with your heels. 

“I didn’t know that people were allowed behind here.” Remus murmured in awe, 

“I think that this is a special occasion.” you said to them both, opening the door to your office where Sirius was sitting upright on the table. “Surprise?”

“Sirius?” James asked incredulously. 

Sirius smiled brightly as he looked up from the rubix cube that he was holding, jumping up and towards his friends. “It’s a prank!”

“Sirius, what the fuck?’ Remus asked him. His hands were wailing around, much like you felt when the man had jumped up from the table he was laid on. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Seriously?”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “James challenged me, I took his offer!”

“Your friend needs therapy.” you said to Remus. You felt rather jealous of his warm clothing. 

You and Remus looked over to the side as James burst out into laughter, the two of them running towards each other for a hug. “I can’t believe this is what you came up with!”

“I bet that this can’t beat whatever you picked!” Sirius said with a wide smirk.

You watched as Remus shook his head, rubbing his temples with a groan escaping his mouth. “The two of you are absolutely ridiculous.” he spat out. 

“And this was all in vain anyways.” James said with a slightly awkward smile. 

“Oh yeah?” Sirius asked James. “And what do you have planned?”

You looked at the scene unfolding in front of you. Sirius and James were both standing next each other, and Remus was standing next to you with an exasperated expression. 

“I’m so confused by all of this.” you murmured confusedly.

“I’m confused on what you think is worse than this.” Remus said to James incredulously.

James was caressing the back of his neck with a small and awkward smile on his face, scratching just a bit before crossing his arms just so. “Well—”

“I don’t think anything could scare me like this scared you.” Sirius said with a proud smirk.

“Well,” James coughed again before sighing. You watched as he shook his arms and head before sighing again, most likely in an attempt to calm himself from whatever he was trying to confess. You also quite agreed with Remus—you doubted anything could top what Sirius had pulled. “I might, maybe possibly, be shagging your brother.”

“You what?” Sirius screamed incredulously.

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! i know, i knoow i haven't posted in forever - but i got a post on that too so hopefully ill be posting more soon. thank you all for supporting while i was on break (even when i said i would post, just not as often) thanks so much for reading!

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself! 🩷🩷

thank you lover this is so sweet!!!! i think that youre quite a beautiful person too <3

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hi everyone! quick update for the blog: i think im going to be taking a bit of a posting break (not complete break from writing, just definitelyy not as often) i also might be considering making a secondary multifandom blog? but i want to focus on the regulus series that im working on before i think clearly about that stuff, so that's going on the backburner for now <3

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buisness notebook | mattheo riddle

rockstar!mattheo x reader | chaotic fluff | wc: 491

summary: you and mattheo talk about his songs

“What are you doing?” you asked Mattheo curiously. 

Mattheo had recently taken you back to his apartment—rushing inside and cleaning up just a bit before actually letting you in. You had felt a laugh bubbling out of your throat at the way he smiled at you, or the way that you noticed most of his stuff had been shoved into cabinets. 

You had just tried to walk into Mattheo’s room to check on him. Emphasis on the word tried. 

He had quite a bit of mess around his room. It was evident that his bedroom was the room he spent the most time in, clothes and random containers tossed around haphazardly. His dresser had makeup products splattered around it, papers thrown across the floor in frustration, and empty alcohol bottles standing near his nightstand. 

“Just writing,” he murmured under his breath. “Why?”

You shrugged simply. “I wanted to check on you.”

He chuckled quietly and shook his head, clearing off some of the clothes from his mattress for you to sit down on it. “Sorry for the mess.”

“It’s fine.” you said, crawling over the clothes and sitting down next to him. “What’cha writing?”

He shrugged and turned the page in his notebook. “It’s mainly promotional stuff. Kinda boring.”

“What if it’s interesting to me?” you asked him with a smirk. 

Mattheo just shrugged again and handed you the book, your eyes looking over the contents curiously. The notebook was currently filled with different promotional material, like he said—song titles and ideas mostly. Much like a common place journal, you assumed. 

“This is nice.” you murmured quietly. “Your handwriting is pretty.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes. “It’s basic cursive. My father forced me to learn it.”

“Poor you.” you whispered, looking over different titles. “Time is running out?”

“I have an idea for it.” he shrugged. You noted that he had been shrugging quite a bit the entire day, especially ever since he got back here. “Not quite sure what the entire thing will be yet, though.”

You nodded at that, looking through other titles and ideas. “Creep?”

“Work in progress.” he smiled awkwardly—a small hiss escaping his mouth. “So is Crush.”

You looked down at the page before looking back at him. “You forgot your number one.”

“Fine, #1 Crush.” he rolled his eyes. “Happy?” 

You bit your smile back before handing him his notebook back. “This sounds needlessly complicated.”

“It is.” Mattheo laughed. “Producers and whatnot trying to change my sound—or managers deciding I need another lyricist on my track. It’s all ridiculous.”

Your hands rested on your lap as you listened, watching the discomfort from his body melt away just so. “Isn’t the point of being a songwriter to write your own songs?” you laughed.

“They don’t really like my style.” he smirked—a wink making its way to you as he tossed the notebook off to the side. “Do you want to go out again?”

You shrugged. “Why not?”

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! i thought that i would post a couple of snippets before i focus on this series that im working on, so have some rockstar!mattheo <3 thanks so much for reading!

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date day | mattheo riddle

rockstar!mattheo x reader | chaotic fluff | wc: 860

summary: mattheo and you go on your first date

“And you’re sure you don’t want anything?”

You looked up at Mattheo. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re faking a relationship with me for what seems like no reason.” he murmured. You could tell that there was a hint of confusion in his voice. “Wouldn’t you want something out of it?”

You shrugged simply. “It seems fun.”

“So are you doing this for fun, then?” he asked confusedly. 

You shrugged. “Why not?”

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it other than just adding a bit of spice of life. You didn’t want money or anything directly—nothing more than just the experience.

“What kind of things do you like, then?” he asked you.

Mattheo and you were both standing near a hotdog stand. There was a rather large bite hanging out of your mouth, sauce dripping back down to the hotdog wrapping. The two of you had exchanged numbers just last night, organizing for a hangout the next day. Mattheo hadn’t been able to talk much when he got home—but he had been talking quite a bit this morning. 

Then again, there was only so much that you could learn about someone in less than a day.

“For what, a date?” you asked him. 

He nodded, hand moving to wipe just beside your mouth. “You have sauce by your mouth.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before looking around the plaza. There were fun activities around that the two of you could do if you wanted. A wreck room near the end of the west side or the escape room alley on the east. The thing that caught your eye the most though was a laser tag arena just a couple of steps away from the both of you. 

“Laser tag.” you said finally. 

Mattheo looked at you with a curious expression, a smirk forming on his face. “Laser tag?”

“Yup.” you nodded. You were already making your way to the arena, finishing your hotdog and tossing the wrapping. There wasn’t a single word that was going to stop you from playing laser tag, whether he wanted to or not. 

You could hear him chuckling in the background before his footsteps caught up to you. “Any particular reason for laser tag?”

“Teamwork!” you said excitedly as the both of you walked inside. “We’ll make code names and develop a strategy together. And if we work together, I’ll reward you with a kiss.”

That seemed to get another eyebrow raise out of him. “A kiss?”

“What, you don’t want to kiss from me?” you teased him.

“I figured that you would want to build some rapport first.” he chuckled, though you could tell there was something more genuine hiding in there. 

You looked over at him with a deadpan expression. “I literally agreed to date you for PR without even knowing your name. I think rapport has been thrown out of the window here.”

“Fair enough.” he said. “Which arena do you want?”

“Okay Nommington, we’re going in!”

“When are you ever going to stop calling me that?” Mattheo grumbled out loud, laser gun in hand as the two of you stood at your tower.

The both of you had decided to play duo mode with five other couples—which made for eight other players that you two had to eliminate. While you had partly explained to Mattheo that you wanted to test your teamwork skills together, you also knew that it ran just a bit deeper than that. As chaotic as you were, you didn’t quite want to fake date someone who made everything extremely boring.

“When we stop playing this.” you said simply, gun pointed at one of the opponents. “One down!”

“And another.” Mattheo said. You noticed the way that his face was drawn into a deep focus—brow furrowed just enough to show how laser-focused he truly was. Ironic, given the ‘laser-tag’ environment. 

The two of you made your way through the arena—avoiding one laser tag attack after another while you eliminated the other teams. Mattheo had even moved you out of the way one time to take a hit for you, though you had pulled him out just as quick. His laser had hit the person shooting even quicker than the both of you had moved.

The scoreboard was glowing green in just under ten minutes, the lights turning back on as your names were displayed on the leaderboard for the most hits.

“We won!” you said excitedly, jumping up and down before looking at him. “You’re rather good at this.”

He shrugged. “You get good at aiming after a bit.”

“Bit of what?” you asked him with a smirk. 

“Fans tossing their bras at you.” he deadpanned—a laugh bubbling out of your throat almost as soon as he said it. “I’m being serious!”

“Seriously?” you asked him.

“Dead serious.” he said grimly, much more like he was talking about a dead body than his musical tour. 

You rolled your eyes at that, hands wrapping around your arms. “You’re utterly ridiculous.” you laughed—the both of you making your way to the front desk. “Did you want to get some food?”

“Only if we get dessert after.” 

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axe the question | mattheo riddle

murderer!mattheo x murderer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 573

summary: you and mattheo debate who will give the axe

tw: suggestive stuff + mentions of death & torture

“You said that I could use the axe.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, blood scalpel in hand as you crossed your arms. “Yeah, well you said that I could use the knife last time.”

“That was last time.” Mattheo rolled his eyes back. “This is this time.”

The two of you had a man sitting in a chair in front of you. He was tied and bloody—most likely passed out—with the final blow waiting to be administered.

If only the two of you could decide who would do it.

“I’d appreciate it, heavily, if you let me use the axe.” Mattheo said to you then. He had that boyish smile on his face that you could rarely ever deny. “We could do an exchange?”

“What kind of exchange?” you asked curiously.

Mattheo shrugged simply, bloody hands wrapping around your waist. You noted that the body in front of you twitched for just a moment.

You’d have to figure out the axe issue soon.

“Maybe an exchange of pleasure.” he said hoarsely. “I’ll find something out.”

You sighed quietly, twisting the scalpel in your hand as you pretended to debate it. “I suppose I can make an exception. As long as you do it quickly.”

“Quick?” he whined out.

“He’s waking up.” you stated, handing Mattheo the axe. “So hurry up.”

Mattheo scoffed with a smirk as he grabbed the axe. “Yes ma’am.”

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failed renovation | mattheo riddle

murderer!mattheo x murderer!reader | dark fluff | wc: 193

summary: you keep finding bodies under the patio you planned to renovate

tw: dead bodies (more so referenced, but u get the drift)

“Another one?” you asked Mattheo.

Mattheo walked over to where you were standing, shovel buried into the grass. Inside the hole you had dug up was yet another body.

You sighed as you tossed your shovel across the hole, hands resting on your hips as you looked at him. “Seriously, Matty?”

“You said to get rid of them!” he said.

“In a way that wouldn’t affect future renovations!” you said back, hands waving between him and the body buried in the ground.

“How was I meant to know we would be redoing our patio anytime soon?” he asked. His shovel was already burying the body yet again—patting down the fifth spot that week alone.

You sighed as your hands wiped the sweat from your brow. “Do you think we could just make a raised patio?” you asked him.

“With stairs inside?” he asked you.

You nodded. “I suppose we would have to find more dirt to balance the patio area.” you said. “Unless you built it right on top of that patio.”

Mattheo shrugged. “As long as we don’t bury any more bodies underneath it.”

“As long as you don’t do that.” you laughed.

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