Cold Waters, Warm Bodies. Mattheo Riddle X Reader

cold waters, warm bodies. mattheo riddle x reader 

summary: mattheo’s always wanted a kiss from reader

warning/s: swearing and unedited

slater’s note: i tried hard to not specify the house so you could.. just.. insert your own idk but yuh it’s three in the morning, i just wanted to post this

mattheo loved girls. he wasn’t shameful about it.

and girls loved him. a perfect combination.

but you were different.

the last thing on your mind was a boy, especially one from the slytherin house with their notorious nasty attitudes and smug expressions that scared off any and all interaction from anyone that wasn’t a pretty girl or apart of their own house. 

and even as infamous as they were for their snide smiles and harsh comments, they also knew how to throw killer parties that left you hungover and out of your wits for days on after. 

those slytherin parties were the only time when small percentages of outside houses were accepted into the green and dark common room for a night of fun.. fun that always went unspoken once everyone took a step out of that dark and haunting room until the next function was thrown together. 

mattheo always made sure you were there, especially after seeing you stripped down to your underwear for a midnight trip to the black lake where him, blaise, and enzo planned and played out a night of skinny dipping for a couple of gryffindor girls, including you, who just so happened to be brought along by a friend of yours. 

your eyes had shone bright beneath the moon light as you stared out upon the lake before pulling off your sweatshirt, amazed by such a sight and feeling a sudden bravery beneath the darkness of night, allowing only the small light of the stars to touch and dot your skin and the half crescent moon put light to your most admirable features. 

mattheo had watched you silently, pressing his lips into a thin line before rubbing them together, watching the others follow your lead with equally giddy smiles and expressions, all eager to be consumed by the sensation of cold water with another. 

your body had hit the water first, not necessarily caring to keep the atmosphere quiet like it should have been, but rather embracing the sudden rush that ate away at the core of your stomach in excitement. a rush that made you dizzy and kept the corner of you mouth up in a bright smile. 

you remembered that feeling well and you remembered him. although the night at loch shiel was not when you had formally met him but rather at the infamous slytherin party where his hand met your face minutes before you had pulled away with a knowing smile on your face, almost telling him he should know better. 

it was fun for him, the first couple of times anyways. 

he ate up the little moments where you would allow his small touches of affection. the touches that caused the reddening in your cheeks and would get the better of you. you would have then looked away. away from him and he’d bite away a smirk before leaving you to yourself. 

it was the fourth event of another skimpy slytherin adventure that lead him to your door with his arms wrapped around two other girls of your house, all snug and tight with a smirk on his face. and of course blaise, carrying out the introduction and plan to raid the forbidden forest with a couple of bottles of fire whiskey. 

and of course you agreed after pulling on enzo’s green quidditch sweater to mattheo’s irritation, the sweater playing into a small amount of payback due to no hard feelings being shared. 

a lie.

that was the night he had gotten the closest to you. with the dark swallowing you all whole and the fear of being eaten by a abnormally large spider consuming most of your bravery and ability to move as fast as blaise was; it all somehow push and pressed mattheo, who had cleared himself of the two other girls, and you together. his arm tightly wrapped around you waist with delight, keeping the two of you close. 

you couldn’t help but press your head against his chest as he guided you through the dark dirt paths to wherever blaise was leading you all with five shots of fire whisky down and warming his stomach for bravery. his laughs and snickers guiding you all the way through. 

mattheo wasn’t afraid. it was very obvious he wasn’t by the way he lowly laughed at every jump and flinch that coursed itself through your body from every sound and movement that you thought you saw or heard. 

“you’re only seeing things, sweetheart.”

but he only wished you would ignore his words, finding delight in the way you pressed yourself closer to him and allowed your fingers to grip his sweater in hopes it’d protect you from whatever swarmed around you. he felt warmer that way, and he was sure you did as well with the way your shivers decreased with fear and movement closer to him. 

he had hoped by the end of the night your lips would be on his and he would finally have your body pressed against his closer than the two of you were in the forest, sharing a bottle of fire whiskey. 

but to his dismay, you had denied him once more, only allowing his thumb to drag across your bottom lip teasingly but disappointingly, mumbling, “burn that sweater.”

something that made you smile and something that almost made you open your door wider to welcome him in. 

*

“you goin’ to the party tonight?”

you flinched lightly to see blaise’s face close to yours, whispering lowly and close to your ear. you frown for a minute, allowing your recognition to kick in before you smiled lightly, watching him slide into the seat next to you. 

you hummed, pressing your lips together, “depends whether or not you’ll play the songs i’ve been requesting since the very first slytherin party of yours.” 

“can’t help but your music taste is trash, love,” he shrugged plainly before you smacked his chest lightly with a bright smile on your face. he laughed in return with you before adjusting his posture back up, turning serious. “you have to come.”

“maybe,” you still smiled as you looked at him cautiously with your book pressed against your chest. 

you examined him, unsurely, knowing there was something else he wasn’t saying. 

“don’t be like that,” he shook his head, “it’s the last party of the year, we have to go out harder than all the others and you have to be there.” 

you giggled, shaking your head at his silly words, “like i said,” you stood, nodding slightly to him, “i’ll think about it.”

*

you showed up. and you found yourself in the same predicament as always.

you were familiar with his brown eyes as much as you were with his attitude and habits.

he stood over you with his usual thin pressed smirk, holding a red solo cup tightly while looking down to you on your position on the black leather couch that was shoved further from the center of the room. 

it had taken him a little longer than usual to find you and you had guessed it was due to him having his lips on a ravenclaw for most of the party. 

they were still red too. you guessed it was either from smeared on lipstick or due to her pressing so hard up against him that it bruised him a bit. 

you shook your head a little up at him but still smiled at how ridiculous he was, “almost hadn’t recognized you without that neck piece you had on most of the party.” 

a small smiled curved his cheeks as he looked at his shoes before back up to you and your low position, “she didn’t exactly fit me,” he mumbled before taking a seat next to you, his body so close and radiating off heat from the sweater he wore. 

your thumb grazed the corner of his mouth, trying your best to wipe away the red lipstick that soon begun to annoy you despite you still finding humor in it. you could feel his lips twitch beneath your light touch, mattheo’s eyes staring at your face, eating away at how your eyes gleamed beneath this low lighting. 

“you gonna let me kiss you tonight, y/l/n, or are we leaving that another thing for next year?” 

his words made you stop and drop your hand, slightly squinting at him, “depends if you ask nice enough.” 

he shook his head and you could tell you were driving him crazy from how you continued to play out and away from him, “are you scared?”

“why would i be?”

“because,” he mumbled but didn’t continue on with his sentence. he instead continued to study your face before twitching his line of sight to your lips, making your stomach tighten and eyes fall from an amused state, but rather a nervous one. 

you wanted to kiss him. 

and he knew it. 

you had finally cracked. and without asking nicely he had his lips against yours, pressing almost as hard as that ravenclaw girl with his hand holding the back of your neck while the other held your cheek. 

you could feel her lipstick press against your lipgloss, something that you had to swallow down and only ignore for you were eager. you weren’t sure for what but it had to be for him with how quickly you had leaned against him and thrown your arms around his neck, hoping to feel warmer and blissful and just as excited as you had felt when jumping into the cold waters of loch shiel, but it was nothing such. 

his body was warm and somehow the burning taste of alcohol that resonated from his mouth only made you hotter, starting from the insides and flowing out till you felt as if you needed to strip. 

his hold kept you stable and he only wanted to hold you harder, dig his fingers deeper into your skin in reassurance you wouldn’t disappear or melt away like he had half expected you to do, but you stayed, pressing your warm body against his. 

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a moment of silence. slytherin boys x reader

summary: you play the quiet game. 

warning/s: swearing, uh slightly sexual lol

slater’s note: i had no idea what to do with this part of the album but oh well enjoy this (it’s really weird)

you had never felt so dumb sitting in the slytherin common room with your mouth zipped shut with the rest of your friends, staring at one another with amusement filled eyes that had begun to water from the unbearable silence that filled the space between each of you.

you all sat in a circle in the calmest manner each of you could keep, practically holding breaths, not wanting to be the sucker who’d have to strip first.

your eyes hit pansy’s and she smirked with her cheeks slightly puffed up from her practically holding her breath. she was so confident she’d win but after a few shots of fire whisky, she was done for. she always got giggly and had no ability to sit still when intoxicated.

you stuck your tongue out at her and like you guessed she stuffed a giggle before covering her mouth quickly with wide eyes. mattheo jerked his finger at her before pulling away, motioning for her to remove a piece of clothing.

pansy rolled her eyes but began to unbutton her blouse, revealing the lacy bralette causing half the boys eyes to expand and enzo to inhale sharply, mumbling ‘oh my god’.

you grinned, suppressing a snicker as you gave him a pointed look. he also rolled his, but smirked while he stood, joining pansy’s side where she struggled to unbutton her shirt.

“it’s my pleasure to strip in front of you all,” his eyes twinkled and his smiled increased before his fingers begun to filled with the buttons that concealed lorenzo’s “gorgeous body” every girl raves about.

you rolled eyes as he grinned complacently, holding your so obvious stare before shrugging the material off his shoulders, revealing his bare chest. his hands soon lowered to his belt, making a move to unbuckle it causing your cheeks to grow even more red.

blaise’s eyes widened, “don’t you dare..” he shook his head rather fast with his eyebrows scrunched and eyes piercing with not wanting to see anything covered by enzo’s slacks. blaise was already to his feet, unbuttoning his own shirt while staring at enzo the whole time with a pointed look, making sure he made no moves he undressing himself further.

you shook your head now being one of the ones left for this silly game. your circle got smaller, your knee now touching theo’s leg as he was leaned against the front of the black leather common room couch, silent and not exactly amused as much as you were.

you could bet he’d be one of the only ones left due to theo just being naturally silent and mattheo, who just knew how to keep his mouth shut. it relatively annoying from how bad you wanted to win this game and just generally not wanting to move any article of clothing- because it was stupid but all seven of you were bored and lorenzo had the greatest idea on how to fix that.... hence why you were all here. 

“can we speed this up?” enzo questioned, now sitting in one of the commons room chair, bored, but it was his own fault he was just so eager... “i’m going to remove all-” “no you’re not,” blaise rose his hand, shooting down the words about to spill out of enzo’s mouth. “you are keeping all clothing on from here on out. i don’t want to see anymore of your skin than i already have to.” blaise crossed his arms now, his eyes falling back down to you, draco, mattheo, and theo all starring up. 

“oh c’mon blaise,” pansy sunk onto enzo’s lap where his arms immediately fell around her tightly. she had a pout on her lips as she stared up to blaise who still looked unimpressed. “have a little fun.” 

he rolled his eyes, looking away, silence once again filling the room as well as slight awkwardness due to you wanting to say something, but you couldn’t- 

“this is childish,” draco stood up fast, walking away from you all rather fast, as if angered. 

“oh c’mon draco,” pansy called back to him, “don't be a loser.”

“you have to strip malfoy!” 

he didn’t look back, but his tie came off, hitting enzo in the face before he continued for the stairs leading to his room. you shook your head, it was now down to the three of you and you were getting tired. this was getting ridiculous and you weren’t about to win against two boys who went days without talking. 

“alright,” you began to unbutton your white blouse from where you sat before standing to your feet, “i’m getting tired of this. we might as well make this fun.” you disregarded your shirt to the couch that was behind you before leaning down and pressing your lips against theo’s. 

your hand clasped his cheek and almost immediately he fell into sync, kissing you back. sounds of amusement and praise hollered all around you as the two of you sunk into pure bliss and lust with theo’s hand holding your waist. 

you pulled away and he pouted making you smile as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you grabbed ahold of your blouse before turning to face the rest of your friends; shocked to say the least, but smiling. 

“goodnight,” you stepped over mattheo’s legs walking towards the stairs as conversation begun to bloom behind you. you smiled lowly, touching your lips lightly before heading to bed. 

“let’s have a moment of silence for our fallen soldier,” enzo laid a hand over his heart, looking sympathetic, “theodore nott. rejected for a second kiss.”

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yes, i’m just so trash at updating right now (especially with uh cobra kai) 😭

Love Language

Summary: Tommy doesn’t say ‘I love you’.

(Gif by @nofckingfighting​)

A/N: Sweet anon asked: Hello i love you’re writing! Can i request a tommy one shot imagine where the reader (his girlfriend or wife) finds out in his office, one of the locked drawers has everytning shes ever given to him? Maybe like love letters or random flowers everything he keep 😍🤍 thank you so mych. This request was so amazing to me, because you it made me feel like you understand this character so well? Either way, it made me think, and this is the result. It’s kinda different but I hope you like it! Words: 1448

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“Tommy?” “Hmm,” the preoccupied reply came. You sounded defeated, against your best efforts, “I love you.”  “I know.” 

***

There’s blood on his shirt. It’s the first thing you noticed when he walked in. Not the mud, not his eyes, not his energy, just the blood on his shirt.

“Who’s is it,” you asked as casually as you could. Tommy lit a cigarette in reply. “Are you okay?” “Yes,” he drew out the ‘s’ like he usually did when annoyed or tired. “Who was it?” you continued. “Y/N,” he held up a hand, “not tonight, eh? Not with the hundred fucking questions tonight, alright?” You remained silent for as long as you could bear, “Just need to know you’re safe.” “You knew who you married,” a low voice replied. “I did.” Tommy stood up again slowly started to walk away.

“Do not,” you hissed, “walk away from me.” “Y/N, what the fuck do you want from me, eh?” he raised his voice, “This is me. This is who I am. And I’m doing it all to give you everything you want. To keep you safe. Alright?” You leaned forward and tried to lock eyes with him, “What I want, Thomas Shelby, is you. In one piece, preferably.” “I know,” he lowered his voice again, “And I understand.” He waved a hand like he was about to say more, but didn’t. “It’s because I love you,” you emphasized. He nodded slowly, “And that’s why I’m doing all of this.”

***

You were sitting at your desk writing. Some people seemed to think that being married to Tommy Shelby was a fulltime job and it could be if you’d let it, but not for you. Even before Tommy you’d been a writer, a journalist and an author of short stories. Neatly you typed them out and send them to the publishers in question. It was the one thing in life that always offered you solace.

“You spelled ‘enthusiastic’ wrong,” you husband commented helpfully after having popped up suddenly behind you. You ripped the page irritably, “Says the man who never even went to school.” “Life taught me how to spell, Y/N,” he sort of joked. “Life taught youhow to spell ‘enthusiastic’? Can’t remember the last time you were ever enthusiastic about anything…” He raised one eyebrow slowly, “How about ‘sarcasm’, can you spell that? Or ‘devil’, how about that, eh?” You pouted theatrically, “Sometimes I’m not even sure you take me and my work seriously…” “Oh, I take it seriously,” Tommy took a drag from his cigarette, “I know it’s enough to keep my wife away from me.” You smiled back at him when he did, but still a pang of hurt went through you: you’d give up everything just to have him say ‘I’m so proud of you sweetheart’. Just once.

***

“Come on,” he whispered. You looked up. “Come on,” he repeated, cigarette hanging from his lips, “let’s go upstairs.” “Why?” you asked, as you already started to follow him. Once inside the bedroom, he started undressing you with surprising tenderness. “Tommy,” you breathed, “look at me. What is it you want?” As a reply without words he gazed at your body, like he was drinking in very detail and getting drunk at the mere sight of it. “You and me, Tommy,” you said in between kisses, “remember it’s you and me. Fuck the rest of them. Fuck your family. Fuck the whole world. I love you and you love me. It’s you and me and nothing can ever come between us, right?” As he took off his own shirt, he gently pushed you down onto the bed.

“You and me, right Tommy?” you repeated, a little breathless as his head disappeared between your legs. “No,” he finally spoke, “you.”

*** Thomas Shelby had a long day of dealing with renegade family and dangerous enemies, so when he got back home, all he wanted was his wife and some peace and quiet.

“I cooked,” you said as you lingered against the doorpost. Tommy looked tired, worn-out, dead almost, with his head in his hands, “even told the cook to take the evening off,” you commented while your voice sounded flat. It was funny, because your emotions were all over the place, but your exterior just didn’t show any of it.

He slowly lifted his head, “You did, eh?” “Thought you might like it…” you fidgeted in spite of yourself. “I pay that cook for her to actually fucking cook,” he grumbled. “Fine,” you snapped, “I’ll feed it to the dog,” and you started to walk away. “Wait…” “What?” You didn’t even really turn around. Tommy sighed again and for a moment it was like he noticed the disappointment in your eyes, “What did you cook?” “Mint leaves. Your favourite.” And then a minor miracle took place and Tommy Shelby actually smiled a little.

***

“You were late today. I waited.” “I’m sorry.” “Are you?” “I am.” “Do you love me?” “Yes.” “Tell me.” “I do. Every day.” “Not with words…” “No, not with words.” “Tommy, tell me again.” ***

You were still half-asleep in Tommy’s arms. His eyes were closed and his breath was steady. Outside, the sun wasn’t up yet, but it wouldn’t take long now.

Next to you, there was a gun on the table. Tommy had just taught you how to shoot. He’d shown you over and over again, even though you’d protested. But he said you might need it one day. On the other side there were his cigarettes and whiskey. His medicine. His comfort. His eyes were closed and his breath was steady. But for how long? How long would it be until he’d die by his own gun, or get killed in some fight? Or met some other girl, prettier and smarter than you? As if he could read your insecurities, he shifted in his sleep and hugged you even closer to him. Thomas Shelby might not be perfect or a gentleman or eloquent when it came to expressing his love, but he did hold you at night.

***

“Tommy?” you shouted out through the house, “THOMAS!” “Fucking hell, woman,” his head appeared around the corner, “What is it?” Slightly embarrassed by your own volume, you said, “I can’t find the scissors.” “They’re in my desk somewhere,” he put on his cap and added, “I need to see a man about a horse. I’ll be back in ten minutes.” You made your way to the desk that was always so tidy and neat. So you did as any sensible woman would do and turned over everything in search of a pair of scissors. Nothing. Angrily you threw down a pile of papers. And that’s when you noticed it. One drawer hadn’t been opened at all. When you tried it, you found it locked. But you were a girl from Small Heath and no locked drawer could stop you. In less than twenty seconds you had managed to force the lock en slid the secret hiding place open. Inside there were more papers, neatly stacked and tied together with pieces of string in different piles. Breathlessly you took them from the drawer and examined them one by one. “Still looking for those scissors, eh?” a low voice grumbled in your ear and you practically jumped from fear. “For fuck’s sake, Thomas,” you mumbled as you tried to hide the papers you’d just found. Tommy was eyeing them already, but didn’t say a word.

So you went back through them, “These are the letters I wrote to you, when you were in France. I thought you threw away everything. Your medals, everything…” He didn’t reply. Tears sprang into your eyes as you examined the second pile, “And these are all my short stories. Did you cut them from the papers? Did you really keep them all?” You quickly went through them and they were all there, from the very first one ever published, “And these, my articles…”

Tommy cleared his throat once and cast his eyes down when you looked at him. Lastly there was a small box. When you opened it, you found, “The rose I wore, when we were kids. The one my brother stole…” And now you couldn’t find the words, “I hardly… I didn’t even know you… back then. Why?” Tommy grabbed his case and started searching for a cigarette. “Tommy,” you insisted, “I had no idea. Why did you keep all of these?” “It’s obvious, isn’t it?” he smirked lightly. You stared at the content of the secret drawer and decided that nothing was ever obvious when it came to Thomas Shelby. “Well?” you questioned. “I love you.”

*** Masterlist

elle i literally just wrote part two 😭😭 i’ll publish it in the morning after i get it edited ily

ricky ik ur getting hella asks about your writing but are you gonna continue “friends with benefits”?

yes, i’m just so trash at updating right now (especially with uh cobra kai) 😭

jacob bertrand alphabet fluff

summary: alphabet fluff with jacob bertrand

warnings: swearing, really random, and a bit sexual

slater’s note: it’s been awhile LMAO IM SO SORRY

ass - likes to grab/slap your butt like all the time because he just is a touchy person like that… and the butt is something he likes to touch

best friend - you guys were best friends before the two of you started dating and still continually act like best friends but who kiss each other… if that makes sense

cooking - you guys try to cook meals together! but fail terribly because the only meal jacob knows how to cook is ramen and eggs, and he’s honestly hard to teach because.. let’s be honest he’s strong headed

dude - he calls you dude out of habit

eating you out - he likes to eat you out lmfao and he’s lowkey good at it and likes giving you pleasure

fight - he’ll fight anyone that catcalls you/is an asshole to you, like he’ll straight up square up

group chats - jacob gets wrecked in the group chats for being a simp- which is true

hoe - jacob was lowkey a hoe before dating you.. and you make fun of him for that but he really is no longer one because you have him whipped

inside jokes - the two of you have a lot of inside jokes, which was why everyone lowkey hates you because the two of you just laugh at random times

jacked - the two of you compare your muscles when flexing to see who’s more jacked

kisses - will kiss you anywhere and everywhere at all times of the day because he is clingy af. he loves kissing your cheeks the most and it usually is to surprise you.

love - i think it’d take awhile for him to admit he loves you and when he does, it slips out and he denies he says it (like when chandler said he’d loved monica and freaked out) but he does love you.. he’s just the type it’s hard for him to say

motorcycle - he buys a motorcycle impulsively which was a fun idea after about two hours until he kind of crashed and had to take it to the scrap yard

nicknames - he comes up with the most random nicknames ever, which is cringy sometimes but real cute sometimes. he also uses the most generic nicknames like “princess” and “baby”.

old - you guys sometimes bicker like an old married couple, which your friends all make fun of you for

profanities - he swears ALL THE TIME and he’ll scream random curse words at the most random times.. it’s kinda cute

qdoba - jacob sometimes goes missing a lot of the time and most of the time he’s at qdoba eating a burrito

red - your skin gets red after jacob bites you at random times and so does his when you dig your nails in his back when things get spicy

sex - sex!

t.v. - binge watching “kirby buckets” and he hates you for it because he’s a little bit embarrassed but you baby him and say how cute he is

unibrow - you pluck his unibrow and eyebrows 😭

valentine’s day - jacob spoils you on valentine’s day with kisses and flowers and balloons

wimp - you call him a “wimp” or “a pussy” whenever he won’t do something you want to do, which is a bit manipulative but he will totally do it when you call him something like that because he wants to prove that he isn’t a pussy 😭

xolo - he’s either your guys’ roommate or is the equivalent of a roommate.. meaning he shows up to your guys’ apartment whenever he pleases

yo - he says “yo” a lot (i didn’t know what to put here)

zoom - he likes to drive real fast which sometimes scares you because he thinks it’s funny and doesn’t really pay attention and doesn’t slow down until you start yelling at him.

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