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mattheo's mixtape.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader.

song inspiration: lovesong by the cure.

author's note: this idea has been in my head for so long, but now it's finally out. strap in babes, we're simping for mattheo on main. something about those pretty brown eyes and angelic little curls just get me. your honor, i adore him.

The bell outside the door to the record store chimed softly as the boys ventured inside. Mattheo peered curiously at the buzzing neon sign, the slightly scuffed black and white vinyl floor, and the racks and racks of records lining the walls. Though he hadn’t been to the muggle side of Edinburgh, it didn’t look all that different from its magical counterpart.

Yet Mattheo felt like a fish out of water all the same. 

Behind him, Theo continued rambling as they perused the vast collection of records laid out before them. “What songs have you picked out? Is there a theme? We’ll need to collect all the tapes for the cassette recorder and compile them all into a single tape.” 

The slew of questions Theo threw his way was enough to make him feel overwhelmed. Mattheo was well aware that he was completely out of his depth here, but he was determined to learn. Admittedly, he was quite ignorant of the muggle world until you came into his life. The more you told him about the queer customs and traditions of the non-magical population, the more he began to crave your stories of taking the tube, eating fish and chips until you were sick, and visiting Brighton with your cousins over the summer holiday. 

There was a whole world out there that you were a part of, which made him want to be part of it as well.

“You boys alright?” asked the kind woman behind the counter. "Would you like some help?"

Mattheo shied away from the attention, but as usual, Theo turned on his charm and flashed a winning smile at the older woman. “As a matter of fact, we do,” his friend drawled. “My mate here is looking to make a mixtape for his girlfriend.” 

The woman smiled warmly. “How sweet. I remember those days. There’s nothing quite as magical as first love,” she said with a dreamy, faraway expression. “I’d be happy to help. What songs did you have in mind?” 

After turning over his list, the woman, who turned out to be the owner of the record store, helped compile the cassettes Mattheo needed in order to make the mixtape. She patiently showed them how to record each track and slowed down the instructions so Mattheo could diligently write down notes. 

As Mattheo waited for the next track to record, he watched as Theo tried and failed to flirt with the older woman. 

“I’m flattered, dear. But I’m old enough to be your mum.” Mattheo snickered, causing his best friend to glare at him. 

“Age is nothing but a number, Annette.” 

“You’re a persistent one, aren’t you? I’m sure you’ll find your match someday, Theodore. As I have in my husband, whom I’m happily married to.” She turned over to Mattheo and smiled. “He was my first love too.” 

Making small talk had never been Mattheo’s strong suit and you often teased him that engaging in polite conversation with a stranger every once in a while wouldn’t kill him. Without fail, he sarcastically responded that it genuinely might, which earned him an eye roll. A fond one, though. Followed by a lip bite as you attempted to conceal a smile. 

“How long have you been together?” Mattheo asked curiously. 

“Twenty years,” Annette answered proudly. “Though we were friends for ages before he finally mustered up the courage to ask me out.”

Theo snorted. “Sounds familiar.” 

Mattheo swatted the back of his head. “My girl and I started out as friends too. Best friends, actually.”

“Hey!” Theo whined. “I take offense to that. I’ve known you longer. Only difference is that you and Y/N snog, which I’m more than open to if you asked.” The wink he sent Mattheo's way made the other boy blanch.

“Sorry about him.” It was a sentiment he was quite familiar with when it came to Theo. The twat tended to flirt with anything that had a pulse. Come to think of it, he wouldn't put it past Theo to chat up a corpse. Merlin knows Mattheo had witnessed his friend trying out a pick up line on the Grey Lady. “So, your husband. When did you realize he was the one?” 

“There wasn’t a specific moment, per say,” Annette said thoughtfully. “It’s a culmination of our history together. Since we were friends for so long, Declan just knew me. He knew how I took my coffee and had it ready for me first thing in the morning. He knew that I hated driving in the snow and always offered to give me lift to work when it did. He knew that I had a soft spot for strays and never complained when I brought them home. Declan makes me feel safe. Like I could weather anything the world threw at me as long as he was by my side. I guess when you know, you know."  

Mattheo pondered her words. He couldn’t help but recall all the times that his life felt like a never ending shit storm, like it would swallow him whole and drown him from the weight of his troubles. Yet at the end of the day, he always knew that after the storm came the rainbow. That’s what you were for him. You colored his world so brightly that the dark seemed inconsequential compared to your light. 

“Y/N makes me feel like that too,” Mattheo declared. “She’s patient and kind. She’s the type of person that always sees the good in people. She saw it in me even when I couldn’t see it myself.” 

Behind him, Theo sniffled as he patted his shoulder. For all his jokes and sarcasm, his friend was actually a hopeless romantic deep down. “For Salazar’s sake, Mattheo. Don’t make me bawl like a baby in front of the pretty lady.” Theo wiped at the corner of his eyes rather dramatically. “If Y/N doesn’t marry you someday, then I will. I bet my legs would look amazing in a white dress.”

At that, Mattheo chuckled. He was suddenly glad that his best friend was more than willing to be dragged along in Mattheo’s endeavors to impress his girl. Salazar knew he never would've gotten this far without Theo's self-proclaimed expertise on all things muggle, thanks to his Advanced Muggle Studies class.

As they wrapped up, Mattheo thanked Annette for all her help. Theo promised to come back and winked over his shoulder as Mattheo gathered all of his supplies. The older woman smiled at him as they parted ways.

"Best of luck, Mattheo. Though I doubt you need it. Thank you for indulging an old woman. It was genuinely a pleasure to be able to help you today."

"No, thank you. Y/N is going to love it."

"Your girlfriend is a very lucky girl."

Mattheo shook his head. "I'm the lucky one. This is the least I could do to show her how much I..." he trailed off, trying to find the right words. "How much I care for her."

Care didn't seem like a strong enough word, but it was close. Mattheo wasn't sure he could fully verbalize the intensity of what he felt for you. You weren't just his girlfriend. You were his best friend, too. His confidante. His rock. You were everything to him.

“Remember what I told you. When you know, you know." She patted Mattheo's shoulder. "You talk about Y/N like I talk about my husband. It's clear that she's very special to you. Don't let go of that one."

Mattheo smiled to himself, his cheeks flushing. “I won't.” 

The midnight moon glowed above the Scottish Isles, enveloping the rocky shores of the Black Lake with a chilly breeze that made you shudder even underneath the comfort of your red and gold striped sweater. 

“Are you cold?” Mattheo asked softly, his voice echoing through the empty beach. 

Before you could respond, your boyfriend shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. With a shy smile, you thanked Mattheo and flushed as he took your hand in his. As you continued on your late night stroll, he cleared pebbles in your path to ensure that you didn’t trip over them on the way to the dock. 

It was the little things—the small gestures that Mattheo enacted on a daily basis that made you fall for him even more. Though the relationship was fairly new, the connection between you was undeniable. Perhaps because you started out as potions partners, which eventually blossomed into friendship and now you couldn’t even remember a time when he wasn’t part of your life. 

The two of you settled at the end of the dock and the rickety wood creaked underneath the weight, adjusting to its visitors as Mattheo cuddled you into his side. Warmth radiated off of him, heating you from the inside out with a pleasant flush. Mattheo chuckled as you shoved your cold hands underneath his sweater, curling his fingers around yours and warming you up like your own personal heater. 

“So, why did you want to come out here tonight?” you asked after a moment. 

As you peered up at him, the moonlight kissed your boyfriend’s features, illuminating the sharp edges of his jawline and cheekbones, curving down the slope of his nose and stopping right above his Cupid’s bow where his soft, plush lips curled into a shy smile as he blinked down at you. 

The flush on his cheeks was almost an exact match to the crimson scarf around your neck. He absentmindedly fidgeted with your fingers, his chocolate brown eyes flickering over your face nervously. Mattheo looked so shy and earnest, so unlike the bad boy persona that everyone else seemed to attribute to your boyfriend. 

“I made you something,” he stated. You watched as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cassette tape that you hadn’t noticed before. “I noticed that you listen to music while studying or walking through the halls, so I thought I’d compile a few of my favorite songs for you.” 

Your heart warmed at this beautiful boy. “You made me a mixtape?” 

Mattheo nodded, his angelic curls grazing his cheeks. “I can’t take all of the credit. Theo helped me quite a bit. I wasn’t sure how to make the tape for you, but he did since he’s taking Advanced Muggle Studies. We went into town last weekend and this lovely woman from the record shop showed us how to track and record the songs. I picked the ones that remind me of you the most.” 

You looked down at the cassette tape and smiled. The front was covered in little red hearts and spelled out in your boyfriend’s familiar scrawl was Matty’s Mixtape. As if that weren’t enough to make you swoon, underneath the tape was a small booklet with more of Mattheo’s handwriting. You smiled at his selection of songs. There was a mix of Queen, the Cure, the Clash, and of course, the Smiths. It was like having a little piece of Mattheo in your hands.

“I made you a booklet too. There’s a tracklist with reasons why I picked the songs,” Mattheo shuffled beside you, his body language conveying an uncharacteristic shyness. “I also drew a couple of things.” 

Sure enough, the booklet was filled with your boyfriend’s drawings. Your eyes filled with tears as you turned the pages. Mattheo rarely showed anyone his art. He was incredibly protective of anything he created since it showed a certain vulnerability. The fact that he was trusting you with it wasn’t something you took for granted. 

You traced over the drawings with a fond smile. There were portraits of you on one page, while the others contained memories that you were quite attached to. Your first date at the Three Broomsticks. The first time you wore his quidditch sweater to a Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw match. The day you shared a cup of hot chocolate at Madam Puddifoot’s when the two of you were just friends. They were all in here, immortalized on paper. 

Beside you, Mattheo watched anxiously as you flipped through the pages. When you got to the last one, you grinned up at him. “Matty, these are incredible.” 

“Really?” He asked, sounding a bit unsure. “You don’t think they’re cheesy?” 

“No, I love it!” You threw your arms around him and squeezed your boyfriend into a bear hug. He chuckled, burying his face in your hair and savoring the feel of you in his arms. As you pulled away to face him, Mattheo tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His heart hurt just to look at you. He really couldn’t believe you were his. You smiled softly. “And I love you.” 

You said it firmly, like it was a matter-of-fact. Like you were reciting a truth as fundamental as gravity. 

“You love me?” 

“I do,” you replied with a smile. “I love you, Mattheo Riddle.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Absolutely positive.” 

“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to say it because I made you this mixtape and gave you cheesy drawings—”

He stopped mid-sentence as you grabbed his face with both hands. Mattheo softened at the fierce determination in your eyes. “Mattheo. You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. Before that, you were the best friend I’ve ever had too. You treat me like a queen and I never have to worry about other girls trying to talk to you because you never even give them the time of day. You make me soup when I’m sick. You give me your jumpers when I’m cold. You bring me coffee when I’m pulling all nighters. I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend, so yes. I love you. Not because of the mixtape or the drawings, but because you’re you.”

Mattheo was taken aback. Before you, he never thought he was capable of caring for someone so deeply. You were ingrained in him. It was like the universe had cleaved his soul in two and he’d spent an eternity searching for you. You were his other half—the better half of him that he’d been missing all along. Now that he found you, he had no intention of letting you go. 

The lovestruck expression on his face warmed your heart. His eyes—those sweet, warm brown eyes made you feel weak in the knees. Mattheo cradled your jaw and looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

You smiled as he leaned forward, bringing your lips to his in a tender kiss. He sighed in relief like he’d been waiting for this all day, fingers snaking through your hair as your body melted into his. Mattheo hummed, peppering kisses all over your face. You giggled as he pecked your cheeks, nose, jaw, and neck. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he declared with every kiss. 

Burying your face into his neck, you inhaled the familiar scent of amber, cinnamon, and leather. Mattheo sighed as you scratched his scalp.

“Will you tell me about the songs while we listen to them?” you murmured against his skin. 

Mattheo nodded as his curls tickled your cheek. “Of course, sweetheart.”

He pulled out a cassette player and popped the tape in. You cuddled into his side, smiling as he presented you with one half of the headphones. The soft crooning sound of the Smiths filled your ears as Mattheo played with your hair, telling you little anecdotes about the band and how Theo almost knocked over the cassette recorder while he tried to flirt with the record shop owner. 

You chuckled as you listened, picking up the sweet lyrics that made Mattheo choose the songs in the first place. You loved each one of his picks, but the best song by far was the sound of his heartbeat thudding in your ears, syncing with your own as it beat for him and him alone.

Hello friends, I need your help.

Yesterday, 04/04/24, I became homeless; I don’t have a home anymore.

I only have my car, luckly, so that’s where I’m staying with my cat.

I’m currently in my first year of university but I’m going to drop out soon as I can’t afford to pay the fees. I’m looking for a new job, of course, but as of right now I don’t have enough money to do anything about my situation.

I will not share my exact location for safety reasons but I will tell you that I'm living in my car near a gym so as not to be isolated. Physically I am fine, emotionally not really but it doesn't matter.

I’m asking for your help because I don’t know what else to do. I have some links in my bio, if you can donate anything, even just one euro is going to make the difference.

And if you can't donate, please at least share this post or my links. Thank you so much, I appreciate every single one of you.

(Please forgive me for using the tags improperly but I'm trying to reach as many of you as possible, as well as my mutuals).

loved this so much, the ending was hilarious

home alone

pairing: argyle x fem!reader

wordcount: 1.1k

summary: Hopper, your father, is going on a date, while El is going to hangout with her friends as well. Leaving you home alone with the company of Argyle.

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ minors dni), 69ing yup, pwp

a/n: okay this isn't the fic for the 50 follower special but someone requested this like two days ago and I wanted this one out too. requests are open <3

Your father, Hopper, was going on a date with Joyce. He was pacing around the house, stressing out on what to wear. You and El were in your room, having a sister bonding moment. She was applying makeup onto you, experimenting with different things. You don't mind, you just want to get as much time as possible with her. El was about to leave to go hang out with Will and Mike, who was staying at the Byers house while down in California for a bit. That left you home alone with Argyle. 

“Hey, tell me does this look good?” Your father asks opening your door. He was wearing a navy henley shirt and khakis. “It’s cute, I guess.” You say hoping that it sounds convincing. 

“It is very cute.” El says as she continues to put makeup on you. “Dad, you look fine, don’t even worry about it.” You reassure. He huffs out in acceptance and calms down. “El, you ready to head out?” He asks, enthusiastically she got up from your bed and made her way to the door. 

“Is that kid you call a boyfriend coming over?” You could feel the tension in the room all of sudden as you reach to grab a makeup wipe. 

“His name is Argyle, Pops,” you say as you begin to wipe off the makeup, “and yes, he is.” Hopper thought he could have a heart attack. His kid with another kid in a house unsupervised! He might die from the thought of it. “Don’t sweat it, we’re just going to watch a movie.”

“It better just be a movie or I swear to god–” 

“Dad! You’re going to be late.” You say ushering him out of your room and out the house. You watch as El and him walk to the car and get in. “Use protection!” You call out as your dad rolled down the window and flipped you off. His car backed up from the driveway and made its way to the Byers. Causally, you went to pick up the phone and began to dial Argyle. 

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 You and Argyle were watching some stupid horror movie in the living room. Your head rested on his lap while he sat up. The same cliches would play over and over. Teens doing dumb shit and getting killed for not using one percent of their brain. It’s getting boring. Argyle, for some reason, enjoyed this. Alot. Desperately, you wanted his attention. Slowly, you began rubbing his thigh. You could feel Argyle tense underneath you. 

“Dude.” He mutters. He’d be embarrassed by how quickly he’s getting hard just from the gentle teasing. 

“What, man? I’m just playing around.” You say as you continue. Argyle gave your butt a little slap as you curled onto the couch giggling. 

“Come on, man, your dad is gonna, like, be home any time soon.” 

“That just means we have to hurry.” You purr, taking his hand to head to your room. The two of you head into your room, closing the door behind you. Once inside, you lead Argyle onto your bed and pull down your pants,  leaving your panties for him. “Let me play with you.” You whisper. 

“Bring that ass up here, let me play as well.” He groans. You put your cunt towards his face while yours met his cock. He pushes your panties to the side and begins to attach his lips onto your clit. Your mouth licks up onto his dick. He was getting stiff underneath your touch as you took your time on him. You wanted this to last as long as possible. Stroking him while sucking his tip, you skillfully moved your tongue onto his tip. Finally, you opened your mouth a bit more, taking him a bit deeper into your mouth. He licks eagerly onto your clit, rubbing softly with his tongue. 

You moan onto his dick as he continues licking. He bucks his hips a bit causing you to gag a bit, you pull him out of your mouth to get a breather. “That’s not very nice.” You pout.

“I’m sorry,” he moans. “ Let me make it up to you.” He wraps his arms around your legs and pushes you down to his face. It catches you by surprise as he laps up your cunt. You could feel yourself dripping onto his face as he begins to dip his tongue into you. You don’t want to feel selfish so you reach down and begin to stroke him. You drip spit onto your hand as you begin to pick up the pace. 

He sucks on your clit and brings his hand to your cunt, inserting them in. A moan leaves your throat as he begins to curl his finger inside. He quickens his paces and adds another in, curling in a rhythm. The sound of your moans and your wetness feels the room, the familiar coil coming back again. Argyle could eat you up for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was his favorite thing. You could feel yourself reaching your high as your toes curled. You reached for his cock. Knowing that he was about to cum himself as his stomach kept on tensing,and massaged it quickly.

“Cum for me babe.” You moan out for him. His eyebrows furrowed as he thrust into your hand, releasing his seed into your palm. You lift your hand up to your mouth and lick his cum off.This doesn’t stop him though from eating you out. He wants you to come from his mouth. His arms that are wrapped around him makes you move onto his face, riding it ever so slightly. The lustful noises of sucking and moaning fills the room as his only mission left is to make you cum. Your thighs clench around his face as you instantly meet your high. You whine as you release onto his face. Argyle swore he nearly drowned. 

Suddenly, you hear the car door slam. Your head snaps to your door as you come back to reality, too quickly for you liking. A string of curse words leave your mouth as you get off of Argyle’s face. You grab a towel quickly and toss it to him. 

“My dad is back!” You whisper–shout. Argyle’s sense came back as he quickly wiped his face. You quickly find your pants while Argyle was situating himself. You dad though was in the house now with El following suite behind him. He sees the tv still on with the menu screen of the film the two of you ‘watched’. Hopper notices your door closed and this strikes a nerve for him. He starts his way to your room and opens the door. Once he did, he saw Argyle sitting at the edge of the bed with you braiding his hair. A cold breeze fills the room as the open window allows it through. 

“Hey, Mr.Hopper dude.” Argyle says with a smile on his face. “Hey dad, how was the date?”

No but it’s a major problem in the stranger things fandom how fans will immediately latch onto any conventionally attractive white character, even if they have basically no screen time, but will deliberately ignore or even hate the characters of color. And it’s really fucked up.

I mean come on the way that Chr*ssy has her own legion of fans AND A SHIP despite barely being in the show, meanwhile Lucas is constantly shit on for 0 reason, and people say they don’t even want Argyle back. And now Caleb is being snubbed yet again despite having one of the best performances in the show (and only being one of TWO to make me cry)

Thank you for your love and the joy you brought me, Farewell my friends and goodbye 

you can tell these people aren’t from the south in these Elvis fics, because they have him say “mama” and not “momma”. In the south we spell it momma