Mattheo's Mixtape.

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.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭

fluff | Mattheo Riddle | 💙🫂🦋❄️| Masterlist | Taglist | requests are open

SUMMARY: Y/N and Mattheo Riddle, sworn enemies, find themselves locked in a kiss that neither of them can deny. As tensions shift into something deeper, Y/N realizes that kissing the son of Voldemort is the best part of her day.

AUTHORS NOTE: Based on dialogue in the book Today, Tonight and Tomorrow by Rachel Lynn Solomon.

The air was thick with tension, the kind that had been simmering between Y/N and Mattheo Riddle for what felt like an eternity.

They had never been able to stand each other—or so they claimed. But now, in the dim light of the empty corridor, something had shifted.

They had been standing too close for too long, and suddenly, Y/N found herself caught in a moment she couldn’t escape from—or didn’t want to.

Their lips met, soft but hungry, a kiss that was both unexpected and inevitable. His hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, and for once, neither of them was fighting it.

The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them in that moment, lost in each other.

But then Mattheo pulled back, his breathing uneven as he gazed at her, eyes dark and searching. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke, “What… what is happening?”

Y/N blinked, a small smirk forming on her lips. "Kissing you," she said simply, her voice teasing but steady. "Should I stop?"

For a moment, Mattheo just stared at her, his brow furrowed as if he were trying to make sense of something completely foreign to him. Then he shook his head quickly, swallowing hard.

"No! Umm…" He glanced away for a second before his gaze locked back onto hers, his vulnerability showing for just a fraction of a second. “Just wanted to make sure you know it’s me you’re kissing.”

Y/N grinned, her heart racing at the sight of him being so uncharacteristically unsure. She leaned in and pressed a soft, teasing peck against his lips. “Yes,” she whispered against his mouth, her breath warm against his skin. “And that’s the best part.”

Mattheo’s eyes darkened with something she hadn’t seen before—desire, maybe, or something deeper—and that was all it took.

He crashed his lips back onto hers, his kiss more urgent this time, like he had to make up for every second they had spent fighting whatever this was between them. His hands slid up her back, pulling her even closer, and for the first time, Y/N didn’t care about anything else.

Not about the fact that Mattheo was the son of Voldemort, not about their rivalry or what anyone else would think. All she cared about was how right this felt in that moment.

Kissing him.

And nothing else mattered.

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𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇! ||𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄!𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄

Synopsis: accidentally killing one of the most popular Slytherins, you tried to bring him back only for him to not be the same as before.

Inspired by American horror story; Coven

Viewer discretion: brain dead Theo, choking, biting, slight panic attack, Zombie!Theodore not knowing personal space, gore/blood/death mentionss.

MONSTOBER

Shit… shit.. shit…..SHIT! You don’t mean it! You didn’t at all! Your eyes are blown out wide at the dismantled body in front of you. You can’t believe you killed him…You didn’t mean to kill him. Your heart beating loudly in your ears as you fell to your own knees. You slowly felt tears prick your eyes.

You were only practicing your magic. Your own magic. Not Hogwarts, not dark magic. Your own. You didn’t hear Theodore coming from behind you. But it was too late as he startled you into shooting him. Shooting him with the magic that killed him. A pool of blood reaches to you. Scatters of brains sprayed the crisp green grass. You scream backing up, gripping your wrist as a sort of calming gesture. But it’s helping. You kept saying, “it’s not your fault.” But it is, isn’t it? You gotta fix this. You can’t let anyone know that you killed the Theodore Nott. Not a single witness.

Dragging Theodore’s body. It felt sickening. You couldn’t really pick up his damn body. He was taller than you! And with his playing quidditch, he definitely has some pounds on him.

Finally getting to your dorm. You set him on the floor, getting your magic book your folks had gave you so you could practice your own family magic. That’s where you found the spell to bring back the dead. Without hesitation you chanted the words, placing your dominant hand on the bloody chest. The lights flickered in your room, each word you chanted a green and gold aura surrounded you and the dead Slytherin. As the spell ended, you opened your eye and waited it out.

Soon, Theodore stared to groan softly. His normal dead eyes looked..more dead. You gasp shocked. He looked emotionless as he only eyed you in your dorm. His skin was so pale that you started to curse in your mind. Before you knew it, Theodore snapped and attacked you. Gripping your throat with a strong grip, grumbling nothing but mumbles. You clawed at his arm. “Th-theo! Sto-" he suddenly stopped. Loosening his hold on your neck as his eyes looked normal before returning to that dead look. He let go and sat down like a child.

You coughed holding your neck. Getting your breath back. Theo stared at you again. With that dead look that made you shiver. “I…I’m sorry Theo..you must be mad I killed you. But you’re back.” You smiled a weary expression. Theodore tilt his head, clearly confused with his own emotions. Narrowing your eyebrows you slowly moved towards him. Reaching your hand to him, he bit you. “AH! MOTHER FUCKER!” You kicked him at his chest gaining a small groan. “Gr…aughh..” you let out a groan, getting up you checked if the bite was deep only to sigh out of relief. “Fuck…fuck…okay so you don’t really have the normal brain. Fuck me…”

You hissed still holding your bitten hand. Theodore however seemed to be in his own world. His messy brown hair sticking to his forehead after your kick. It seemed he was actually thinking for once as he’d seen you walk back and forth. You were also in your own world. Thinking about how you were gonna talk to the professors about your mess. Or more so your own people. Maybe they can make him more normal? You didn’t seem to realize a tall brooding body behind you. You turned around to only flinch.

He towered over you. Theodore opened his mouth, his lips chapped lips sticked together as he did so. “…Y…Y/N…..” your eyes widened. Backing up with each step, he stepped to you closer. Theodore grabbed your arm, pulling you close to him. “Y…y/n…” you couldn’t believe it…no fucking way. Theodore started to hug you. And you just stood there confused and scared. Was he slowly gaining his memory back? Or was it some sorta of confusion? Connection? Whatever it was. You didn’t know if you liked it or not. As whatever this Theodore was doing, he was making sure you won’t leave his side.

The Stupid Closet (19)

Happy Sunday release day everyone! This is personally one of my favorite chapters, the drama and spiciness is top notch ;)

enjoy!

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The next week of classes was super busy, stressing you out quite a lot. You hadn’t been able to spend much time with Mattheo, or anyone for that matter.

You and Draco had spent time together but it had been studying. You had midterms coming up next week and both of you were gunning for top of the class along with Hermione. Thankfully, you had a chance to relax this weekend and enjoy the Halloween party. You showered, shaving every part of your body in the process before getting ready, taking up a big chunk of time.

Hogwarts didn’t do a costume party, but slytherin always threw the best rager after the Halloween feast in the great hall. Everybody who was anybody knew about it and it was the best kept secret from the professors, even the ghosts were in on it.

You pulled on a black long sleeve bodycon dress that had a low scoop neckline before putting on strappy, open-toed black high heels.

Your naturally wavy hair was almost dry, leaving it silky and full. 

You apply mascara and a smokey eyeshadow look before grabbing dark red lipstick. You lean over the counter to apply it before hearing a voice.

“Wow, what a view.” You turn around to see Mattheo standing in the door frame with his hands in his pants pockets, a smirk plastered on his face.

You looked him up and down as he did the same with you. He was wearing black dress slacks and a white button down, the top few buttons undone. His hair was perfectly curled, as always.

“Holy shit” you mutter quietly.

“Are you sure you want to go to this thing? We could just stay here and I can get you out of that dress a lot sooner.” He walks forward and wraps his arms around you, landing his hands on your ass.

“Not so fast Mr. Riddle. Even though it’s tempting, I love going to this party.” You coo.

Halloween was your favorite holiday and you hadn’t missed a single one of these parties. You definitely weren’t going to miss your last one.

“God you’re so beautiful.” He replies, staring at your lips, clearly hungry for you.

“You don’t mind me wearing this?” You ask, looking down at your dress and back up.

The shape of the dress revealed all of your curves and the hem was quite short both on the chest and the legs, Theo would’ve minded.

“Nah I can fight. Nobody is going to touch my girl except me.” Mattheo responds, smirking.

“Hmm…” you trail off for a second, “I’m gonna make you work for it tonight.”

“Oh really?” He raises his eyebrows, “we’re playing that game tonight?”

“Yup.” And you back away from him, heading to the door, “and if you win…you can do anything you want” you emphasize.

“Anything?” He asks, starting to follow you.

“Anything.” You blow a kiss as you walk out the door, “see you at the party.”

You walk down to the party and head for the drink table, pouring yourself some vodka as Mattheo comes up and makes his own just a foot over.

He watches you, which you are very aware of as you slowly take a sip.

Draco walks up to you and starts to pour his own drink, “what’s happening here?”

You turn to him, “just a little fun. Wanna play along?”

“Will I end up in a ditch that Mattheo put me in?” Draco asks.

“Possibly but it’ll be so fun.” You reply, smirking, obviously being mischievous.

“Alright, come on.” Draco grabs your cup and puts both of them down on the table before leading you over to a group of slytherin boys.

You knew almost all of them, Blaise present in this group as well, but that wasn’t the point. The point was to make Mattheo jealous and really earn it.

You engage in their conversation, Mattheo watching from across the room. He stood alone, his head bending downwards as he sips from his cup randomly. 

“Is it working?” Draco asks subtly, you look over and see Mattheo staring a hole through you, watching your every move. 

“Yes. Follow me?” You say before the two of you walk back over to the drink table.

You take a shot before slowly wiping around your lip, watching Mattheo in your peripheral vision.

You could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer, he was ready to pounce.

A ravenclaw guy, who you didn’t know, came up beside you, “hey how’re you doing sexy?”

“Oh god.” Draco speaks up from across the table, about to laugh.

“Yeah you might not want to do that…go away” You respond simply. The ravenclaw looks shocked but walks away without another word.

“That was quite the entertainment.” Draco chuckles. You continue to make your drink until you go to look up at Draco but instead see something happening across the room.

Melanie. Melanie Zorra, the girl that Mattheo slept with while trying to stay away from you. She was all over him.

Despite his best efforts to push her away and send a message, she wouldn’t stop touching him. Throwing herself on him, it was honestly embarrassing. You watch them intently, not looking away.

Draco notices your gaze and follows it over to them, “oh shit.”

“What is she doing here?” You ask flatly.

“I don’t know who invited her…” Draco adds, knowing exactly how you were feeling.

You were about to walk over there before he whispers something in her ear. After he backs away, she walks away without another word.

“Ok, screw it.” You say picking up your drink and going over to Mattheo.

“What was that about?” You ask.

“Oh, are we jealous? Does that mean I win?” He smirks.

“Mattheo.” You say seriously, not acknowledging the competition you had going on.

“I told her to beat it. I said that she was a fling and I didn’t want her nor do I care about her.” Mattheo explains quietly.

“I didn’t like her touching you.” You say flatly.

“Baby, come on. She is not a threat, you know that.”

“I know.” You look up at him, staring into his eyes, “I saw you staring at me earlier.”

“Around those guys? Please, I have nothing to worry about.” Mattheo says.

“Exactly.” 

“Are you ready to leave now? I think we’ve had enough.”

“Maybe you have but I haven’t” you lie. You lean into his ear and whisper, “jealous sex is the best sex after all.”

You back away smirking before heading towards Pansy and her group. You hadn’t been interested in the gossip before now but maybe it would drive Mattheo crazy that you were passing on him for this.

“Daphne, I think Blaise likes you! He always gets so flustered around you I swear.” 

“And that isn’t Blaise. He never gets flustered.” You speak up.

“Oh look who’s joining us.” A gryffindor says, as none other than Melanie walks up and sits down across from you. “Mel, I saw you with Mattheo earlier, are you back together?”

You listen quietly, trying not to get involved. You wanted to win the jealousy game.

“Oh well I wouldn’t say that but…he totally has feelings for me.” Melanie claims.

“Really? I knew he looked happier lately!”  the gryffindor responds. Pansy glances over to you, clearly waiting for your response to the lie.

“He was just telling me that he wanted to have sex right here, right in front of everyone.” Melanie adds.

You chuckle, “he has more tact than that bimbo.”

“What?” She asks, noticing you.

“You heard me.” You say, setting your drink down on the table, “Mattheo wouldn’t want to have sex in the middle of a party, let alone with you. He’s more private than that. If you knew him at all, you wouldn’t have told that lie because anyone who does know him, knows it’s not true.”

“Do you have a problem with me?” Melanie asks.

“Actually I do.” You respond, sitting up straighter.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later. I don’t need to hear this.” Melanie says before standing up and walking away.

You follow her, “Hey I wasn’t done with you.”

She stops in the middle of the party and turns around to face you, “did you know that I was the one who was there when he couldn’t stop crying over you? I was the one who he took to bed at night while you were with his “best friend”. Remember that? He will never forget that and when it hits him, he’ll be back to me.”

“Alright that’s it.” You walk up and right hook her, punching her on the nose.

Draco and Mattheo come up and hold you back, “say that again bitch!” You yell as they keep you away from her.

She holds her nose, it bleeding profusely down her face. A couple gryffindors come over and help her up.

“You’re crazy!” She says as she starts crying.

“You’re so fucking lucky.” You say, backing away, twisting yourself out of Mattheo and Draco’s grasp. 

You were livid as you stood there, taking deep breaths, trying to regain your composure.

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𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐜𝐞

fluff | Bestfriend!Mattheo Riddle | 💙🫂🦋❄️| Masterlist | Taglist | requests are open

SUMMARY: Y/N jokes with Mattheo about his frustrations, but her offhand comment leads to a heated moment between them.

AUTHORS NOTE: Inspired by the book Unsteay written by Peyton Corinne.

Y/N lay sprawled across her bed, her head propped up on her arm, lazily flipping through an old textbook as Mattheo Riddle lay beside her, one arm draped over his face as he stared up at the ceiling. His usual cocky demeanor was dimmed, and for once, he seemed… frustrated. His brow furrowed, lips pressed in a firm line, and every now and then, he'd let out an annoyed grunt that made Y/N roll her eyes.

"What's with you?" she asked, not bothering to look up from her book. "You're acting like someone stole your favorite wand or something."

Mattheo shifted next to her, letting out a heavy sigh. "Just been a long day," he muttered. "Too much shit in my head."

Y/N finally turned to him, an amused smile tugging at her lips. "Maybe you just need to get laid."

Mattheo froze, then slowly turned his head towards her, his dark eyes widening slightly as if he'd misheard her. "I-what?"

Y/N chuckled, closing the textbook and tossing it aside, turning to face him fully with an exaggerated shrug. "I wasn't offering, hotshot. Trust me, that's just… not a good idea."

His momentary shock melted into laughter, the sound of it filling her small dorm room. He always had this laugh—deep, rich, and infectious. She smiled, about to make another snarky remark, but before she could, Mattheo moved.

In a split second, he was on top of her, his strong arms caging her in against the soft mattress. He hovered over her, his familiar smirk playing at his lips as his dark curls brushed against her forehead.

"Right," he whispered, his voice low, sending a shiver down her spine. "For the record, I am offering."

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her heart beating just a little faster as she met his intense gaze. His body was warm and close, much closer than usual, and it was impossible to ignore the shift in the air between them. She bit her lip, trying to play it cool, but her pulse betrayed her.

"Mattheo," she warned softly, though there was a playful gleam in her eyes. "You're skating on thin ice."

His smirk grew wider, his eyes flickering down to her lips for a moment before returning to her eyes, a mischievous glint in them. "Good thing I like danger."

For a moment, neither of them moved, the tension building between them as the weight of his words lingered. But then, Y/N, being Y/N, couldn’t resist.

She laughed, pushing against his chest playfully, breaking the tension. "You're such an idiot."

He grinned down at her, his expression softening as he rolled off of her, flopping back onto the bed beside her with a dramatic sigh. "Yeah, but I'm your idiot."

Y/N shook her head, smiling as she turned to face him again. "Lucky me."

just friends | m.r. x reader

prompt: Can you do a Mattheo riddle friends to lovers. And Draco asks you out then Mattheo gets jealous and him and Draco have a fight and you help clean all his cuts and stuff? If you can’t that’s fine though ❤️

warnings: mentions of blood, angst, fluff

word count: ~1.5k

a/n: i forgot about the requests i had saved in my google doc so here's one sorry guys.

People thought you and Mattheo being best friends was odd at first. Upon first meeting, people assumed you were quiet and sweet and slow to anger. However when a girl tried to push you around in second year and you landed a hard right hook to her nose, people stopped questioning your friendship and started questioning when you guys were going to start dating. 

You both often played those comments off, saying you were best friends nothing more. Not knowing the other was desperate for the change in relationship status. 

So when Draco asked you to Hogsmead one weekend, you didn’t really have a reason to say no. However when Mattheo found out, he had a less than pleasant response. 

“Are you seriously going with him?” Mattheo was ripping pieces of parchment and throwing them in the fire. You laid across the couch, handing him a new sheet of parchment when he’d finish the other. 

“It’s just Hogsmead, Teo. I’m not betrothed to your cousin,” you tried to sound nonchalant about the whole thing. Mattheo was grumbling in response. 

You sat up on your elbows, “What was that?” Mattheo shook his head, standing up from the floor, “Nothing. Have fun with cousin, tomorrow. Can’t wait to hear all about it.” 

He walked off towards the hall, sounding very much like a stomping toddler and not like he was excited to hear about how your date went tomorrow afternoon. You huffed out an annoyed sigh, deciding to head back to your own dorm. Pansy was sitting atop her bed when you came in and slammed the door behind you. 

“Care to tell the doctor why you’re so peeved?” Pansy sat up at the head of her bed. You groaned, flopping yourself face first on her mattress, mumbling into her duvet. “Come again, dear?” 

You rolled over, staring at the top of her four poster, “Mattheo is being an arsehole.” Pansy couldn’t help but snort, “Tell me something new, Y/n/n.” You groaned again, “He’s never an arse to me, like never ever. Not like he just was. I don’t know what his problem is. Shouldn’t he be happy that my date is at least with someone he knows and likes? I could’ve had a date with Diggory, or even,” you faked a gag, “Potter.” 

Pansy couldn’t help the laugh that emitted from her throat, “I think you’re reaction alone let’s everyone know that the latter would never be an option.” You smiled weakly at her, “Yeah, suppose you’re right.” You sat up now, tucking your feet under you, “I just don’t get what the big deal is. He’s adamant that he and I are just friends, so why get mad when I finally get a date?” 

Pansy looked at you dumbfounded, “Y/n/n, please tell me you’re not that daft.” Your jaw dropped slightly, “What do you mean?” It was Pansy’s turn to groan, “If you can’t see it, I’m not telling you. You’re just going to have to pay more attention.”

You sighed out in annoyance, getting up from her bed and changing into your pyjamas. Pansy dropped the subject, as did you. You laid your head down on your pillow, doing your best to get Mattheo’s judgemental tone out of your mind, which only caused your dreams to be filled with him. 

Your trip to Hogsmead was actually really nice. Draco was a complete gentleman, helping you into and out of the carriage, holding the doors open for you, buying your favorite candies, even buying your lunch and butter beer. 

On the ride back in the carriage, you thanked Draco for a lovely afternoon. He smiled shyly, “Of course, Y/n/n. A beautiful girl like you deserves to be given all the attention and doted on dutifully.” You smiled bashfully, “You’re very kind, Draco.” Draco reached for your hand as you stepped out of the carriage at the doors of the castle. 

You took it, thanking him again as you stepped back to the ground. You opened your mouth to say something when suddenly Draco was ripped from in front of you. You took a shocked step back, trying to focus on the two bodies rolling around on the ground when you noticed it was Mattheo that attacked him. 

Draco and Mattheo were landing blows back and forth. While Mattheo was a few months younger, he was larger, muscular wise than Draco. You worried a bit for Draco, but when he landed an elbow in Mattheo’s ribs, causing him to roll off Draco, the blonde boy stood, walking toward you. 

You opened your mouth to apologize, but Draco cut you off, wiping the blood from his bottom lip, “You two need to sort whatever the fuck you are.” He turned back to look at Mattheo getting up from the ground before turning back to you, “I suggest you take him back to your dorm and clean him up. Have a fucking conversation.” 

You looked back toward Mattheo, who was now looking at the ground. You walked over, grabbing his wrist, “C’mon, Teo. I’ll clean you up.” The walk back to your dorm was silent sans for the sound of both your boots on the corridor floors. When you got to your dorm you led him to the edge of your bed, motioning for him to sit while you got some supplies from the ensuite bathroom. 

When you came back, you opened the first aid kit, grabbing some gauze and soaking it in healing potion. You dabbed the gauze on the bridge of his nose where a fresh cut was now open. Mattheo winced away, “Fucking Salazars dick, Y/n/n, that fucking burns!” 

You grabbed hold of his chin, turning his face toward you again, “Well I wouldn’t even have to do this if you didn’t mindlessly attack Draco. What was that, Teo?” Mattheo avoided your eyes, looking off to the side. 

Your fingers gave his cheeks a gentle squeeze before dabbing his nose again, he winced slightly before meeting your eyes, “You shouldn’t have gone to Hogsmead with him.” You watched as the potion closed the cut on his nose, a pink scar now taking its place. 

You grabbed one of his hands, holding your wand above it, “And why’s that?” Mattheo watched as you waved your wand, quietly muttering a healing spell that closed the cuts over his knuckles leading to fresh scars being formed there, “Because you should have gone with me.” 

Golden brown eyes met yours when you finally looked up, “Teo, we’ve gone to Hogsmead together a bunch of times. Why was this one any different.” Mattheo shook his head, “No, y/n/n, you’re…ugh, you’re not getting it. I don’t want to go with you as your friend. I-I kind of…fancy you.” 

You couldn’t help it when your eyes widened a bit, a small small forming on your face, “You kind of fancy me?” You saw Mattheo’s shoulders physically relax, a smile forming on his lips, “Okay, I really fancy you.” 

You set your wand down on the nightstand before taking a step closer to Mattheo, now fully nestled in between his open legs. “And how long have you really fancied me, Mr. Riddle?” You played with the collar of his t-shirt. You really did love it when Mattheo dressed more casually, you’ll have to tell him. 

Mattheo was feeling more confident now, placing his hands on the backs of your thighs, "Are you gonna hit me if I say a year?" Your eyebrows shot up, "A year? Mattheo Marvelo are you telling me we could've been dating for a year now but you were to wuss to say anything to me?"

At first he opened his mouth to apologize, but his brain quickly made the connections to what your statement alluded, "Y/n Y/m/n, are you saying that you have also fancied me for the last year?"

It was your turn to act reserved, "I mean...yes?" Mattheo's hands on your thighs gave a quick squeeze, causing your to squeal and grab his wrists.

Mattheo smiled at your giggles, now bringing his hands to either side of your face, "Well, looks like we've got lots to make up for, don't we love."

You nodded your head, closing the gap between the two of you, finally allowing your lips to connect with your best friend you've been pining over for the last year