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ec1ips3 · 1 year

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⚡︎ pairing: marcus lopez arguello x fem!reader

⚡︎ summary: you’ve been having some problems at school but at least you have marcus.

⚡︎ warning: swearing, mention of blood, established relationship, mention of beheading??, teachers being a dick, she/her pronouns, brandy, just a bad day, cutesy fluff, stress stress stress.

⚡︎ word count: 3,060

⚡︎ a/n: hi everyone, how are you?? If you said something good, i’m happy for you! :D. If you said something upsetting, i’m sorry :(. anyway, new fic with a new character. i think i plan to write for every character before i repeat one for any of the others. but i’m still taking requests for anyone in my masterlist so PLEASE request. i love writing for y’all :). anyway, there isn't much to say, hope you like this. happy reading! <33

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To say you were having a bad start to the day, would be an understatement. Your roommate in your dorm heard your alarm go off and didn’t bother to wake you up. Because you slept in you rushed to get your uniform on, and when you left your room to go to the bathroom, you realized it was backward. So once you fixed your uniform and went to your first class, you were already sent out to Master Lin’s office.

You rolled your eyes and looked at the board, this was when your patience started to decline tremendously. When your class ended you followed your roommate out of the room. You called her multiple times but she never faced you. So when you got closer and grabbed her arm, you got her attention.

“What the fuck is your problem, Bonnie? You should’ve at least moved me a little bit” You say.

“I’m not your babysitter, Y/n. Maybe try to not stay up so late with that rat, Marcus” Bonnie said, pulling her hand away. “But I’m not surprised you’re with him anyway. Dirty likes dirty” she left with a smile on her face.

You stood there furious. You didn’t mind when people spoke about you, it didn’t phase you. People talk about everyone at King’s Dominion. But blood would be shed if anyone spoke about someone you cared about, especially about your boyfriend.

You have gotten into multiple fights because of Marcus. Not because he did something, or said something he shouldn’t have. People would talk so poorly of him, and you never understood why. He would breathe and someone always had something to say. So when he became friends with him, he became even more unlikeable because who would want to be friends with him? When you finally started to date him? Forget about it, everyone thought he was the worst being on earth.

Just when you were about to walk up to Bonnie again, a soft hand landed on your shoulder. You turned around quickly, wary of whose hand it was. But of course, it was Marcus’, why wouldn’t it have been?

“Woah, you alright?” He took his hand off, taking a step back.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” you ask him.

“You seemed jumpy just now. And you looked pretty upset at Bonnie” he took a step forward.

“No, I’m alright. Just had a bad start today”

“Talk to me,” Marcus says, he grabs your hand and starts walking in the direction of your next class. He doesn’t think you know that he knows your entire schedule, the paths you take, and the speed you walk in. But you know, you just don’t want to tell him you know.

“I just woke up late, nothing much”

“Why do I feel like there’s more to the story?”

“If something happens, I’ll tell you. Promise” You put your pinky out.

Marcus puts his pinky out and when your pinkies wrap together, he pulls your pink closer and kisses them as their wrapped together.

“You’re such a nerd” you pull your pink away, giggling.

“Maybe a little bit” Marcus laughs a bit, looking at you with so much love, it truly kills you inside.

The topic between both of you quickly changes, it’s one of your favorite things about Marcus. You and Marcus are slowly getting more comfortable with your communication skills in your relationship. He’s always here to listen, just as you are. But both of you respect each other's boundaries and both of you know when you’re ready to talk. You’ll talk.

As much as you want to continue your conversation, you’re now standing in front of your class.

“This is where we depart,” Marcus said, a small frown on his face.

“Or, we could skip,” you tell him, slightly pulling him.

“I don’t think Master Sohl would appreciate that,” Marcus said, he looked into the classroom, and Master Sohlookedng at him. “Hi, Master Sohl,” he says with a smile on his face.

“Marcus” Master Sohl said, eyeing Marcus up and down, before looking away.

Marcus kisses the top of your forehead, “I’ll see you at lunch” he says lowly. You kiss his cheek in response.

“You guys are gross,” Billy says from down the hall, waiting for Marcus at their class door. You and Marcus look at him and laugh.

“I’ll be right there Billy” Marcus says, “bye,” Marcus says, giving you a peck on the lips before walking away. God, he’s cute.

You’ve been in Master Sohl’s class for a total of 20 minutes, his class is meant for beheading. There aren't many things to do in this class so today you’re just practicing on dummies. Master Sohl’s thing is to behead someone in the most painful way, which is fine, but it’s usually the messiest.

You’re working well with the dummies, you’ve always worked well in all of your classes.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Master Sohl says behind you, you stop what you were doing.

“Excuse me?” You ask

“You are doing it wrong. If you continue to do so, I will have to fail you” he repeats.

“How?” you say, getting annoyed. Failing is not an option for you, especially if it’s a class as easy as this one.

“They’re meant to be in pain when they die, Y/n”

“Is beheading someone not painful?”

“Y/n” he warns.

You usually get along with your instructors, mainly because you do everything right. This is the first issue you’ve had with Master Sohl. You always do well in his class because it’s basic. It isn’t anything special.

“I just don’t understand how what I’m doing is wrong”

Other students are beginning to slowly stop what they’re doing to look at the both of you.

“You’re doing well with speed. You don’t know where to cut” He says, the way his long beard moves as he speaks makes you laugh internally but it makes you angry externally.

“Look at this. I know exactly where to cut” you move to your dummy and point to where the head is a part of his body.

“Where you are cutting Y/n does nothing. You want them to be in pain” Master Sohl says, but he says it with so much anger. He sounds annoyed like you did the dumbest thing ever.

“They are in pain” you defend your work, “They’re just not in the way you want them”

“It isn’t the right way”

“If the head detaches from their body. It is the right way”

“They’re meant to be in agony! You are letting them get away with what they did and what you are doing is not the right way! I will not argue about this any longer!” Master Sohl says loudly.

The whole class is now staring, the room is silent. You stare back at Master Sohl, angry at him. He made a scene for no reason, it isn’t a big deal. For him to think about failing you over it is insane you think.

You gather your things and walk out of the classroom. Angry and full of rage you walk to the cafeteria earlier than anyone else, passing Marcus’ classroom.

You don’t understand why everyone chose today to piss you off but it truly makes your blood boil. First, it was Bonnie letting you wake up late, then it was your uniform, then it was your teacher, then Master Lin, then back to that same teacher, then Bonnie again, then Master Sohl, and lunch hasn’t even begun.

You sit at the table you usually sit in with your’s and Marcus’ friends, not so much waiting for their arrival but waiting when the chaos comes in. You’re dreading it because the day had already given you a headache. After some time alone, students already pile into the cafeteria.

Your head is in your arms, and your eyes are closed, but you don’t need to see to feel the new presence with you. Also, the first person you hear is Lex.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite person!” he says loudly, sitting across from you. Marcus glares at him and Lex returns him a smile before you could look up.

“Why’d you leave class early? Master Sohl gave you guys a break?” Billy asked, genuinely curious.

“No, he was being a dick and I couldn’t stand it anymore” You Respond

“But Master Sohl isn’t that bad?” Petra was confused

“He isn’t, he was just being weird I guess” you respond, putting your head between your arms again. Marcus is next to youkissing youss on the top of your head.

“How come you never do that to me” Lex complained

“Probably because you aren’t her” Marcus responds, his attention going back to you.

The table goes into thein conversations that neither you nor Marcuisre listening to. Marcus lays his head on his hands and gets closer to you.

“Do you want anything?” he asks quietly, no one at the tably hearing him. No one but you.

You turn your head to look at him and shake your head no.

“I’m sorry about Sohl, I could give him a lesson or two”

You laugh at him, “please, you’ll be used as an example”

Marcus gasps dramatically making you giggle quietly.

“What are you doing after class?” he asks.

“Probably stay in my room, or go to your’s”

“But I thought you had to go to the Death Squad today?” Marcus reminds you. You groan loudly, but none of your friends seem to mind as they continue their conversation.

“I forgot about that” you confess. Marcus smiles, “I knew you would,” he says.

You roll your eyes and move your head in the direction of your friends, listening to their conversation but not adding anything to it. Unlike Marcus who is adding to the conversation.

Your next couple of classes doesn’t give you much of a problem, mainly because in those classes you’re with someone you know. The last two are with Marcus, Billy, and Lex which is weirdly enjoyable.

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You go back to your dorm when the day ends, changing into your Death Squad cheerleading uniform, and grabbing the pom with knives in them from under your bed. Just as you put on your shoes, there’s already a knock there. You don't need to open the door to already know who it is.

But when you do open a door, Marcus takes a step toward you and grabs your waist immediately, pulling you in for a deep kiss.

He’s so eager and so hungry. But he’s also so gentle and soft. It was like the first time Marcus kissed you. It takes you by surprise for a second but you quickly catch on, following the movement of his lips.

After what feels like hours, Marcus pulls back, catching his breath once he’s apart from you.

“What’s that for?” you ask.

“You’re dealing with Brandy shortly. And what’s wrong with kissing my girlfriend?”

You laugh a little. “Nothing is wrong with it, it just felt like yoy needed that,” you say, lightness in your voice.

“It was more so for you. You seemed like you needed it and it seems like it worked.” Marcus laughed.

“Well, iy made my day better. But I gotta get to Brandy before she has another screaming match” you say, grabbing a few things before pushing Marcus out of the way so you could close your dorm door.

“I’ll see you around Marcus,” you tell him, kissing him one last time before leaving with a smile on your face.

You get to the gymnasium and Brandy is immediately ready to start, her obnoxious voice and accent already making your ears bleed.

After about an hour and a half, everyone was doing the routine, but still, some of the other girls were a little sloppy. Earning dirty looks from others and a scolding by Brandy herself, some racist comments to go along with it.

When you had to be lifted into the air, Brandy was your second base. So when your foot felt wobbly, you knew you would fall, which you did. But when you fall, so does everyone else.

You groan a bit but you shake it off, getting up quickly to collect your pom poms. But you hear another grunt.

“Are you kidding me?!” Brandy asks loudly, you roll your eyes.

“I am not doing this with you, not today. Let’s just do it over” you say, getting back into position.

“We shouldn’t even be needing to do it all over again when you can’t even stand properly” Brandy complains.

“You’re fucking with me, right? You cannot try to pin-point this on me right now”

“Who else is there to blame? You were the one that broke” Brandy says, her voice both annoyed and annoying.

You laugh a bit, “Brandy, you’re my second base and you didn’t even support my foot just now. If yoy want to blame someone, let’s blame the actual person” you say rolling your eyes.

“Maybe you’re just too big to even be in that position,” Brandy says, you look at her.

You shake your head, choosing to ignore your comment.

“Cat’s got your tongue? You know, Marcus is pretty cute. If he wasn’t a rat I wouldn’t mind having him wrapped around my finger” she continues.

You pause.

“I bet I could have him now. It isn’t like he wouldn’t want me. He seems very open to anyone I guess” Brandy laughs.

Brandy looks at the other Death Squad members, still laughing. When she faces your direction again, she sees the familiar knife that is in every pom, slashing her face.

Brandy screams, holding onto her bleeding face, the other Death Squad members running to assistance.

You grab your pom poms, and your small bag, and walk out of the gymnasium. You quickly pass other students who were on their way to the room you just left. You didn’t want to be near anyone, you shouldn’t have to be.

By the time you got on the floor before the rooftop, more than a handful of students found out what happened to Brandy, and the words were quickly spreading. When you finally got to the rooftop, it was empty, thankful none of your friends were here for once.

You just needed some time alone, even if it was for 5 minutes. You were breathing heavily, not because you were tired or because of how many stairs you walked up. You were breathing heavily out of anger.

You wanted to kill Brandy at that moment, she’s lucky she only got a slash in the face. You already knew what tomorrow will bring. You’ll be given detention by Master Lin for a few days, which is a terrible punishment that you cannot escape.

Who did Brandy think she was? Talking to you like her shit doesn’t stink. Talking about Marcus like he didn’t throw a drink at her almost a year prior. Talking about your boyfriend and how she could get with him however and whenever she pleased.

How dare she?

You look at the knife you took out of your pom pom. You stand up and when you turn around to face the door, you’re met with Marcus.

He looks at you with his arms crossed around his chest. You just stare back and sit back down, your back facing him again. Marcus going and sitting next to you shortly after.

“What happened today, Y/n?” Marcus asked so gently, he looks at you with so much love and softness in his eyes.

He can’t be upset with you as much as he wants to be.

“Bonnie didn’t wake me up for my alarm. My uniform was backward. I was late for my first class. Master Lin yelled at me, again. I was yelled at by my instructor for being late. Bonnie said something bad about you. Master Sohl didn’t think my beheading was painful enough to the point he threatened to fail me and we argued over it. Brandy made me fall. And then she said some things about you”

Marcus is quiet, that was a lot. He knew that was a lot.

“I- I know I shouldn’t have cut her. But I was just so overwhelmed today. It felt like everything was going wrong. And I just felt- stressed. I hit my breaking point. And I know you told me not to hurt anyone for you. But god, Brandy is one of the most annoying people on earth. And-” you were cut off by Marcus’ lips on yours.

You kissed him back, holding the side of his face to pull him in even more. Marcus was the first to break apart. Your foreheads against each other.

“Why did you do that?” you ask

“I knew it was the only way to stop you,” Marcus smiled. He leaned back so he could look at you. “I completely understand where you’re coming from. I’m proud of you for keeping calm as long as you did”

“I hear a but coming”

“But-”

“There it is”

Marcus laughs, “I don’t want you to be that overwhelmed again. We told each other that we would tell each other any and everything. I don’t want another situation in the future where you end up murdering Brandy” he jokes.

“I was about to-”

“I know,” Marcus said, closing his eyes and laughing. He grabs your hand and kisses the top of it.

“I want you to practice breathing, thinking it through, and relaxing your body when you get angry,” he says, still holding your hands.

“I don’t think that’ll help, Marcus”

“We just have to try it. Together. Baby Steps.” He says.

You smile and nod, giving him a peck on his lips. Marcus smiles and kisses you gently, putting an arm around you.

You spend the rest of the time on the rooftop together, being close to one another, looking at the stars and the sky. This is what you needed to help you calm down.

STOPPPPP

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stqrgirlie0 · 5 months

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‘It’s okay to love them both, I did I do’~ Katherine Pierce Me🙋🏻‍♀️

#i NEED them both🙇‍♀️🧎‍♀️

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faintedlcve · 8 months

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LUCY BESTIE I GOT A FIC IDEA THE READER ABSOLUTELY JAW DROPPED SHOCKED LIKE REALLY REALLY SHOCKED WHEN SHE SEES MATTHEO TAKE HIS SHIRT OFF AND SHES HIS ABS, ARM VIENS, HANDS- AND SHE FOLDS LIKE A TACO-

Red Wine

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, kissing lmk if there are anymore

Summary: where your best friend, Pansy, "accidentally" spills wine on Mattheo at a Slytherin Party and volunteers you to help him clean up.

Hope this is to your liking 💕

Reader is Slytherin x the divider is by @firefly-graphics xx check them out for more!! This is their post with the dividers x

You entered the Great Hall and walked up to the Slytherin table. The table was filled with chatters about the Slytherin Party happening this very evening. Your head was kinda hurting so you decided not to go. Until...

"Y/n darling! You can't turn down an invitation to a party! Especially not a Slytherin one!" Pansy said appalled at your decision as you sat in your dorm.

"Pansy my head is throbbing." You replied trying to convince her.

"No way. You are going to that party. Mattheo will be there! And I know how much you like him." Pansy said far too loud.

"Louder Pansy. I don't think they heard you over at the boys dorms." You said irritated at the fact that she spilled your secret.

"Sorry." She muttered slightly taken aback. "Please come! I promise I'll make it worth you while."

"Ok fine. Wait what do you mean?" You asked.

"You'll see." She smirked to herself.

You got into a green body fitting dress, exaggerating your curves. You had to admit you looked stunning. You paired it with black heels that Pansy let you borrow and silver snake earrings as well as a necklace. You had your hair in a bun with a few strands out at the front which you curled.

"Wow! Darling you look amazing!" Pansy said as she saw you all ready.

"Thanks!" You replied smiling at her.

As you and Pansy walked down the stairs, your friends stared at you in shock. One of them being Mattheo.

Pansy was daring so her response didn't shock you.

"I know we're hot but you might want to close your mouth before your jaw falls off." She said making you chuckle and lightly smack her arm.

"Pansy!" You exclaimed as you giggled.

"You look nice." Mattheo complemented you.

"just nice?" You joked.

"I mean, very nice. Like gorgeous i-" Mattheo said flustered.

"I'm joking. You don't look too bad yourself. Turns out you clean up way better than I expected.". You cut him off before he had a crisis. He softly smiled at you as you noticed he was... blushing?

You and your friends sat in the back corner of the room as you usually did. None of you were heavily into the dancing and the lights. You were just there for the alcohol.

You and Pansy went to grab drinks. Pansy got red wine which you found weird since she never was fond of it.

"I didn't know you liked red wine." You said.

"Does the job." She replied.

"Wh-" you began.

"Careful, your drinks gonna fall!" Pansy exclaimed as she saw you tilting your glass unconciously.

"Oh shit! Thanks." You replied.

You walked back to the table where your friends were sat. You saw Pansy pull a face as she gulped down the wine. You sat down next to Mattheo. As she went to take the seat next to you, she tripped due to the table leg and spilled her red wine all over Mattheo's white suit.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Pansy exclaimed.

Mattheo took a deep breath before responding.

"It's fine." He muttered. "Unfortunately all my white shirts have just been washed so I don't have any spare."

You stared at Pansy in disbelief refusing to believe it was an accident. You saw right through her little facade. Pansy gave you a look to say something, but in that moment you had no idea what to say.

"Y/n has some spare oversized shirts she could lend you?" Pansy suggested. "Don't you y/n?" She nudged.

"Uh... yeah yeah! I have some spare oversized shirts, if you can just follow me to my dorm." You said realising Pansy's endeavour.

"No it's fine I don't want to bother you." Mattheo replied.

"Don't worry about it!" You said. Mattheo gave in and followed you to your dorm.

You took a towel and wiped off the red wine before reaching in to your cupboard and grabbing the shirt.

As you turned around you saw Mattheo unbuttoning his shirt and your jaw dropped. You almost dropped the shirt in your hands on the floor.

His abs, his arms and his hands were perfect. He was perfect.

"I know I'm hot but you might want to close your mouth before your jaw falls off." Mattheo repeated Pansy's exact words, smirking as he did so.

"Sorry I- I should probably turn around." You said flustered.

"No, I don't mind. Unless you do, that is?" Mattheo questioned.

"Looking at those abs? Fuck no, I don't." You said half joking as you turned around still blushing. He chuckled.

When Mattheo was fully dressed you suggested that you both go down back to the party before anyone got suspicious.

"Will they be wrong?" He asked.

"What do you-" you started. Before you could finish your sentence his lips were on yours. The moment was surreal and you wished it would last forever.

Fucking Pansy and her red wine.

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unmarlou · 3 months

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can’t catch me now.

pairings. mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary. your disappearance alongside the golden trio during the rise of his father leaves mattheo hallow.

lacy says. this came to me in the middle of the night lol. also does the summary make any sense. i hope so.

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in all of his seventeen years of life, mattheo had never felt more miserable.

the mahogany desk that sat below his drumming fingers had gotten more use these past weeks than ever before. the stack of unsent letters on the right edge - sealed, addressed, marked with love - saw to that.

his gaze followed nothing as his calloused fingers continued. his mind was wandering again, to the crevices of his memory, pointing out the smallest details.

the way your shoes clicked when you walked down the corridor. the smile you would quickly throw over your shoulder when you saw him, which he knew you knew drove him crazy. your skin underneath his fingertips even in the most innocent moments.

but no matter how much he wished and pretended, the wood of the desk would never be as soft as you. having pulled himself out of his mind and looking at the stack of letter to his right a sudden burst of anger flashed inside him, willing him to push the envelopes off, rip them, maybe even burn them.

but the feeling left as quick as it came when he thought of seeing you again, telling you he always held out hope, and having the letters to prove it.

your leaving had eaten him alive and swallowed him whole. waking up was labor in a life without you.

sitting back in the leather upholstered chair, he began enveloping the new letter he had just finished, same as all the rest. sealed, addressed, marked with love.

the malfoy manor was cold and every room, bleak. it didn’t help that his fathers presence drained the life out of an already stale environment - he had never even seen his father or mother previous to this year, his mother to prison and his father to a mystical state just as he was born. but now that they were finally in his life, he found it incredibly hard to even be in the same room as either of them. his mother’s crazy eccentricities made him scowl and his father was just plain difficult to look at.

which meant that he spent most of his days in his room, alone with his thoughts. he didn’t think it just chance that your disappearance coincided with that of harry potter, hermione granger, and ron weasley. you were friends with them before ever giving him a thought, he knew that, however it didn’t stop his heart from the pain of where your loyalties laid.

more than anything he just wished you had said something, given him some sort of sign as to where you were going, or what you were going to do. the last conversation you two had rang in his ears as if it was just yesterday.

though summer, the nights still carried a breeze that caused the skin to react. mattheo had just received a letter, your letter, that gave him clear instructions.

mattheo,

meet me in the fields at midnight

don’t tell the others.

yours,

y/n

his body gave a reaction only you could ignite, a smile he hadn’t cracked since last he had seen you began on his face. giving the owl, which he noted wasn’t yours, a small treat just for delivering the letter of a lifetime, he read it over once more. midnight, you had written. he stretched to see the grandfather clock in the corner, which was on the brink of striking the perfect time.

he started down the hall, his movements swift and conscious not to step on the wood planks prone to noise. he quickly found himself in the field, he knew exactly which one - there was only ever one that you two shared - with its tall grass and closely boarding trees. the breeze seemed to have picked up, all life swaying to one side. he wished he had worn long sleeves.

inside the manor, a clock began to ring.

soon the sound of apparition - a loud crack - caused him to turn around, and there you were. you were already looking at him, god did he love when you were already looking at him. for a second the two of you just stood looking at one another, admiring what you so dearly missed, before you ran over and threw your arms around his neck.

every thought, every worry, every bad feeling mattheo could’ve ever felt washed away at your touch. wrapping his arms around your body, there was a relief in his own he didn’t realize he needed.

your hands trailed to the sides of his face and as you pulled back from the hug, you brought your forehead to his. he let out a sigh, his arms still rested around your waist, a place they felt most comfortable. your thumbs brushed his soft yet scarred cheeks. the world could wait just a bit longer.

if by habit or compulsion he began leaning down, but just as he did, you backed out of his arms, with your hands moving down to his, holding them. confusion struck him, his desire to feel you stronger than anything else - but at the soft smile on your face and the brush of your hands, it only lingered in the background.

your head tilted slightly to the side, taking in his features: the lines on his cheeks he couldn’t help accompanied by the smile only reserved for you, the curls that fell perfectly even on a bad day, and the mark on his nose which seemed to be new…

“how are you?” your voice was softer than intended, but in the middle of night seemed appropriate. regardless, it was a sound that could’ve coursed him into anything.

quick to answer, he said, “fine… besides theodore snoring through the walls.” his voice was always louder and carried, not something he ever seemed to notice; when asked, he once stated that with how little he talks, he wants to make sure he’s heard.

you laughed, a genuine one. his heart picked up at it, he had always been able to make you laugh but it never stopped making him nervous. your hands gripped his a bit more, and he returned.

“how’re you…?”

you seemed to be searching his face again, and if it wasn’t for his longing of you, any other day he would’ve told you to stop. slowly you took a breath, “better now.”

the tall grass below brushed harshly against your legs, causing you to glance down, and in the same vein, catch a glimpse of mattheo’s left forearm. you grimaced, quickly turning your head up and in the opposite direction. reading your expression, he dropped his left hand from yours immediately, and tried tucking it behind him - feeling ashamed. he wished he had worn long sleeves.

you spoke again, now not whispering, “i miss you.”

something told him you didn’t just mean the time you two spent apart.

trees continued to rustle and the temperature dropped again. only he seemed to notice. he reached the hand, that was still holding yours, up to graze the goosebumps that covered your arm. your skin was no longer soft.

his fingertips still trailed, and when he looked up to see you, you weren’t looking at him. instead, you too looked up, at the sky. it wasn’t unusual for you to stargaze, moments would get away from you - the stars and moon more captivating than anything on earth - only this time, there wasn’t any to be seen. the sky was dark with clouds and in the distance thunder rumbled. the wind blew stronger.

“you should be getting back… try and uh… beat the storm.” his lame attempt at cutting the tension. you both knew it. his cold hands reached up to your face, wanting to feel warmth again. coming back to him, you leaned into his hand. his heart gave as he watched your eyes close against him. he willed himself to say it, because in this moment he meant it but nevertheless he continued to just watch.

with another deep breath, you pulled away and stepped back. it pained him, you were right there yet still out of reach. he needed to say something more, “i’ll see you soon, okay?”

suddenly you looked straight into his eyes and a child-like grin took to your face - he imagined himself telling you to stay right there, running inside to find a camera, and photographing you in this moment to keep forever - and you laughed, air out of your nose and smile growing wider, “if you can catch me.”

and all in one moment, you turned with your back now to him, threw a quick smile over your shoulder, and disapparated. leaving him to the grass, trees, and wind.

having mulled it over time and time again since it happened, mattheo had since realized that that was your saying goodbye. and that had you given him that last kiss, you probably - maybe - wouldn’t have left. but now it was winter and all there was to do was think.

the grandfather clock chimed, 3pm. he hadn’t intended for time to get away from him, though that happened a lot these days. pushing the chair against the floor, he stood and reached to the back of it to retrieved his coat. it was his turn to patrol.

staring into the lit fireplace as he wrangled his coat on, he remembered he promised to start putting it out when leaving, but then again, he wouldn’t mind it all going down in flames. and within just one step in his bedroom and the other, he disapparated.

“oh. you again.” scabior turned quickly, before going back to picking his nails. a horrible habit mattheo couldn’t stand to watch.

he now stood in the middle of the english wood, in a group of snatchers. no doubt it was narcissa’s idea, she was always concerned for the children. mattheo figured she just wanted them to get out, not going to school and being kept in - although a mansion - a claustrophobic environment was dreadful, he guessed she sensed that. no other adult there could. certainly not his parents. so this is what they decided, each day one of them would go to monitor the snatchers, keep them in line, help them out, report back to his father. and today was his day.

he didn’t do much. it was mostly what he always did, stood around and watched. he knew the snatchers walked on eggshells around him, felt the need to be on their best behavior but that didn’t necessarily mean they liked him. they liked lorenzo because who didn’t? and they liked pansy because she was a girl, though it made mattheo borderline sick to think of what they said or thought about her. however, he was sure that they did appreciate his staying-out-of-the-way.

feeling something in his hand he looked down to see his letter. he hadn’t even noticed he was holding it the entire time, slipping his mind in his rush to leave. he cursed himself, sucking his teeth and slightly clenching his jaw. he swiftly opened his jacket and stuffed it in his inside pocket, giving himself a reminder to return it to its rightful place once home.

they walked on, surveilling, scabior and another one (he couldn’t be bothered to learn their name) continuing a nonsensical conversation, that almost made his eye twitch. all he wanted to was get back to his room, back to his thoughts, back to you.

he didn’t even care how pathetic he sounded. when in his mind, he was back with you.

the cold nipped at his face as he trudged on, his hands buried deep in his pockets, and his chin digging into the top of his coat as he stared down at where he walked. soon, they heard a crack followed by a voice.

“get down!”

they each got low to the ground and mattheo gritted his teeth at how stupid it was - he felt stupid and bet he looked it too.

he wasn’t paying attention enough, just watching as all the rest of them did, and followed as they slowly rose to the approaching sound, and soon, unbeknownst to him, they were face-to-face with a boy he knew all too well. his ginger hair gave him intense whiplash.

in an instant his eyes were searching behind ron. his heart was booming in his chest and ears, it felt like everything had dropped inside him. scanning the trees, he saw flashes of harry and hermione. as horrible as it may of sounded, he couldn’t give less of fuck that they were there. his eyes followed up the hill, moving frantically, looking at every tree and every branch, until finally… he spotted you.

you hadn’t seen him. the only thing you knew was you were caught. your fingertips had gone completely numb and you were almost certain if it wasn’t the highest stakes possible you could keel over and throw up.

“well don’t just stand there, snatch ‘em!”

immediately you had turned on your heel, and started running.

mattheo grabbed the single guy headed for you and shoved him in the direction of the others. he pushed him fervently, and pointed towards harry making sure he went away. then, started up the hill after you.

the ground was covered with pockets of snow, mostly half melted. all the leaves were dead and under your shoes, meaning no hiding. your legs burned from the inside out and you watched your feet, intent on not tripping. you could feel whoever was behind you was catching up.

mattheo hadn’t ran in a very long time, but he was not going to let his stamina - or lack thereof - get in the way. he would chase you till the end of the earth if he had to. you threw spells behind you without looking, half he had to dodge and half the trees couldn’t dodge. he knew he had to drive you far enough away, where they couldn’t see or hear you. and so he continued behind.

throwing your arm with wand-in-hand backward, you couldn’t bring yourself to even peer over your shoulder, fearing if you did, that it would slow you down. you tried to think of a way to circle back, you knew you were going in the opposite direction of harry, ron, and hermione for too long. you even considered shooting sparks into the air.

“y/n!”

the world had stopped. when your body came to a halt you were almost certain the world had too. your breath came out before you in a white cloud, over and over again. wondering if someone was toying with you, you gripped your wand harder. but when no one came tackling you to the ground, you wondered if you had just imagined it. if your longing for mattheo was so visceral you were now hearing him. and sure, you had heard him before, in your head, right as you were drifting off to sleep, or your most lonely nights, but never clearly in the middle of the day while you were wide awake. maybe you were dead.

slowly turning on your heel, you looked up. and there he was, already looking at you. god did you love when he was already looking at you. the burning in your body was no longer from running but from him.

he knees almost gave out. looking at you for the first time in what felt like lifetimes, he could barely form a full thought. he hadn’t spoken your name aloud since before the last time he saw you, and yet, it still felt perfect. regardless if his mouth was dry, his throat scratchy, and stomach whirling. it would never not sound perfect for him to say.

he searched your face. you were still you, and he thanked every god he could think of for it. he immediately wondered if your shoes still clicked, if you still smiled over your shoulder, and if your skin was still soft in the most innocent way possible.

looking up at him, he was still him. he wasn’t smiling, but you were sure if he did the lines he couldn’t help would still be there, his curls still fell in the most perfect way, and the mark on his nose seemed to have scarred over, no longer new.

he watched, intent on never looking away so long as you were in front of him, and your gaze broke from his face down to his left forearm. only this was a different place and a different time. colder than last, and he was wearing long sleeves.

your eyes found his again - it wasn’t hard considering his hadn’t moved - and he was wearing an expression that you weren’t used to. although mattheo, the back of your mind told you, you still missed him.

neither of you were sure how long you had been standing there. it didn’t matter however, it was unspoken that you’d stand there for the rest of time if you could. he’d be lying if he said the thought of grabbing your arm and apparating back to manor with you in tow didn’t cross his mind. but he knew that wasn’t how this was to end.

as he unzipped his coat, you eyed his every move. still watching in his periphery, he noted how you didn’t grip your wand at him, slight relief coming to his aid. no matter what happened, you always trusted mattheo.

he reached into his inside pocket, his frozen hand finding warmth, if just for a second, and grabbed the letter. sealed, addressed, marked with love. he absentmindedly ran his thumb over the wax seal as he extended his arm out to you.

it took a second for everything to register, looking at his hand holding an envelope and back at his expectant face a time or two, you finally reached a shaky hand up and took it. his chest couldn’t help but lurch at your shaking hand, wanting to hold it, enclose it in whatever heat he could muster. looking at the situation he could safely assume you hadn’t been in real comfort in a long time.

now withholding an envelope with your name scrawled across it in mattheos handwriting, you turned it over once, then looked back up at him. it hit you so suddenly that there were a million and one things you wanted to say to him. needed to say. when you opened your mouth, nothing came. yet, there seemed to be a look of understanding etched on his face.

“go.” he tried his best to sound firm, to sound like what he was saying didn’t feel like a stab in his own back. but he knew you knew.

you stood admiring him for just another second, and as much as you wanted to kiss him if you did, you probably wouldn’t leave.

stepping back from him with a worlds worth of weight in your chest, you looked straight into his eyes.

and disapparated.

leaving him to the branches, trees, and wind.

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apparentlytheproblem · 10 months

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d a t i n g m a t h e o r i d d l e

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- matheo riddle

a/n: i had fun with this cause my boy is'nt even cannon and i've derived this from the show deadly class (its absolutley lovley) and im so sorry i deleted the request baby with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- unexperienced writer, not thoroughly edited

i think it would be a slowburn

i think it would take time for both of you to personally acknowledge what you both have

because Matheo Riddle is too high and mighty to have something as low and embarrassing as a highschool crush

my man will be in utter confusion why he wants to stare but looks away to act cool

like you both keep glancing at each other, for what?

y'all just ignoring each other just to avoid a zoo in your stomach

but like you know you're in love, you know he's in love, at this point everyone knows but y'all just don't admit it

because if you do, everything suddenly becomes to real

I have always had such an obsession with him

him, his face, his everything

his eyes are so pretty, they're just gorgeous and that freakin smile would just get me on my knees

I think even though he seems as the cold hearted bitch he's just so sweet to you

I've always had a thing for people who has a soft spot for me ugh

everyone hated him, loved him or wanted to be him

he was the it girl

I don't think he'd be much into playing quidditch as such

but he's pretty darn fit if i must say so myself

he'd be good in combat fighting

hence all the fights, but he'd be winnin my luv

he'd teach you how to play video games

he'd make you playlists and everything

once you both have reached that bond he'd be so obnoxious

he'd be loving, caring and everything

10/10 fr

he loves that everyone knows you're dating

this would be important as he gets jealous so easily

he's just yours and I love that

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lucifertoxics · 22 days

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missing pieces | marcus lopez arguello

pairing: marcus lopez x reader | genre: exes to lovers | warnings: angst, swearing, minors dni | word count: 1.3k | aura's note: this fic is for @chericherilvr who has an obsession with marcus like, so girly this is for you, enjoy🫶🏻

[ BACK TO MASTERLIST ]

Ever since you and Marcus broke up, your only mechanism was singing. To say the least, you were actually good at it. That's when you found yourself with your schools band practicing a cover. Unfortunately for you, the rain started pouring soon after you finished, which forced you to stay under a bus stop.

Sadly, as you did not own a car, you had to call your brother, Billy. He said he'd pick you up, but that's when you saw Marcus car, probably a stolen one, pull up in front of the school.

The two of you dated for 3 years, until you decided to end it, without giving him any reason why. That was 5 months ago, until now, you haven't talked since. The only person that you didn't want to see right now, surely, the break up was a complicated one to say the least.

"Get in." He says. From the tone of his voice, you knew one thing, he was pissed.

"No fucking way!" You say in an annoyed voice, crossing your arms. You two are like magnets and you didn't want to be stuck in a small place with him. He was bad for you. He brings out the worst in you.

"Are you seriously going to stand out here?" He says with the same tone. Marcus knows that he is being irrational, but he can't help it. He's just mad and heartbroken right now, seeing you just makes it even worse. He hates you for breaking his heart, but he's not going to let you know that.

You roll your eyes, knowing that he has a point never the less. And you wanted to be home faster, so having an argument with him, wasn't useful. As you open the passanger door to get into the car, you look at him.

Marcus starts the car and pulls out of the bus stop, onto the road. He doesn't say anything, just drives. The windshield wipers make loud screeches as they fight to get the rain off the windshield. The heater blasts as it tries to warm up the car from the outside cold. The air makes the windshield foggy. Then suddenly, Marcus sights loudly and looks over at you. As you were looking outside the window, gathering your thoughts about what just happened.

Turning around to look at him, you decided to ask him. "What?" Looking at him with confused eyes.

Marcus just stays silent, he just stares at you, trying to gather his thoughts. You can see his anger and frustration written all over his face. He doesn't want to look at you, he doesn't wang to look at anything. He's just so angry. Finally, he breaks the silence with a blunt ask. "Why did you dump me?"

"Marcus..." You look at him and then out the window, sighting, trying to find a good way to answer his question. You hate this situation that you're in. This was not the right time to talk about the break up, not with him.

The classic answer, and the one that he didn't want to hear. He hated when things were "complicated". He hates uncertainty. He wanted an answer and he wanted it now. His grip on the steering wheel tightens as his anger builds up. "Jusf answer me, god fucking damn it!" He snaps a little at you. He doesn't like losing his cool, but he's already too far gone.

"Because i'm leaving for university..." You talk in a low tone, looking outside the window. "I got accepted into Harvard." You explain yourself to him, staring at him, hoping he understands your intentions.

Marcus felt an intense wave of jealousy wash over him as soon as you finish the sentence. He could never get into Harvard. He's not smart enough. He knows you are and that bothers him. He hates that he feels jealousy of you, but he can't help it. "So you dumped me because you got accepted into a stupid school?" He says completely ignoring the fact that you're going to Harvard.

"A stupid school? I got a full scholarship to that stupid school." You say in an annoyed tone whie looking at him, feeling that he doesn't care about your achievement. "You'll only be three hours away.." You say trying to find something positive in your departure.

"Oh three hours away, really?" Marcus says sarcastically trying to ignore the jealousy that's building up inside of him. "And i'm sure that this full scholarship is a huge achievement." He says mockingly. Marcus knows damn well the school isn't stupid and he knows how hard getting a full scholarship there is but it just pisses him off so he can't help but belittle your achievement.

"It is, Marcus! I didn't want to leave you...I didn't want to leave you in the first place. I was scared that this won't work, us, fuck i want this to work out cause i miss you." I explain myself to him on a calm tone, trying not to be affected by his words. Coming closer as you say the words "I miss you"

The words "I miss you" make him soften up, but only for a bit. He still doesn't know if he should forgive you or not, but hearing those words come out of your mouth makes his heart feel a little warmer. He slowly turns to look at you more. He reaches his hand over and places it on your thigh, giving you a gentle squeeze. Marcus likes to hide his emotions but that small act kind of gave him away.

"I missed you! You have no idea..." You lean your head on his shoulder as he drives. The truth is that you missed him. His kisses. His hugs. His affection, You were craving it.

Marcus blushes a bit as you put your head on his shoulder. He can barely believe he's allowing you to do these things. Maybe part of him is ready to forgive you...but another part of him is not. He stays silent as he continues driving, his hand firmly planted on your leg. He can't help his attraction towards you and his desire for you. The silence is getting more intense as the minutes go by.

"My brother said that long distance relationships don't always work out...so that's why i thought it's for the best...but it's only three hours..." You say sighting interlacing your fingers with his, still having your head on his shoulder.

Marcus wanted to argue and say that three hours is too much but he knows is his own jealousy getting the best of him. A small part of him, a very small part, has forgiven you for breaking his heart. He's not completely over it but he's slowly starting to terms with it. "You know, I could drive over and see your every weekend." He says finally, turning to look at you as he tries to gauge your reaction.

"Really? You would do that for me?" You look at him surprised, hy his answer. Jumping into his arms, hugging him tight, still surprised by what he said.

Marcus freezes up with surprise. He was honestly prepared for you to reject him, but now? This is...unexpected. He feels your tight embrace and a wave of butterflies washes over him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you even tighter. "You can't get rid of me that easily you know?" He says with a smile, brush a piece of hair out of your face.

"I don't wanna get rid of you." You smile, looking at him as he brushes the hair from your face. That's when you take his face in your hands, smashing your lips to his.

What was once a small wave of butterflies now turns into a tidal wave of euphoria. Marcus is swept away by the kiss, he wraps his arms arouns you and pulls you in closer. All the emotions and feelings that have built up during the car ride come bursting to the surface. He kisses you hard and agressively, like he wants to make this moment last forever.

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c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak · 6 days

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Do It For Me

Pairing: Marcus Lopez Arguello x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: After pissing off Brandy and finally getting what was coming for you. Looking for a quick way out, your eyes luckily land on the new kid. Thinking on your feet, you swoop I'm in for a little kiss to try and ward off the wolves that were on your trail.

Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with the square 'Fake Dating'

*Gif does not belong to me

Your slightly heeled boots clicked through the hallway quickly, walking at a steady pace so as to not let on to how much worry was flooding through your body. You hadn't meant to piss off Brandy, scratch that, you hadn't meant to piss off Brandy enough that she'd get her whole cheerleading squad to go after you.

That's why you were hurridly walking down the school corridor, not even bothering to look over your shoulder as you could hear their pig-squeal-laughs as they followed. As you went you could see heads start to turn when they heard the parade of cheerleaders, their eyes only setting on you after they realised what was happening. The more heads that turned, the more you began to realise just how doomed you might be.

It was only when your eyes landed on some guy you had never seen before. He stood tall as he opened his locker, shoving something into it that vaguely looked like some teddy bear that had poorly been impaled. Your eyes quickly scanned over him, trying to put together the puzzle pieces as to who he might be.

You have never seen him before in one of your classes, which could just mean he was in the year above but you didn't think so. He seemed too fresh, unaware of what he was getting himself into to be familiar with this place.

That was when you remembered what Billy had been telling you. Some new kid was being recruited into this school. Some child killer. The orphanage killer, or something like that.

You had no idea what this killer was meant to look like. Billy had told you stories but even then he hadn't said anything about the boy's features. How could he? He had never seen him before last night or whenever it was that the green-haired boy slunk off with his skateboard and too much excitement flickering through his bones.

You couldn't help but count this as a win as you realised this was the boy who set that orphanage on fire. Never had you thought you would say those words in your head.

Changing the course of your walk, you head straight for the new kid, placing a heavy hand on the locker next to his head and staring up with a large smile. Eyes were instantly on the two of you. If someone hadn't been staring at one of the two of you before, they definitely were now.

"Look who finally decided to show up after my months of begging." You exclaim, saying the first words that come to mind to make it seem like the two of you had known each other previous to joining the school. His head snapped towards you when the slam of your hand had first sounded, face full of shock which now morphed to confusion at your words. "You could've told me you were coming."

"Do I know you?" The boy said, voice not as loud as yours. It seemed he was trying to keep his words on the down low so as to not embarrass you in case you had made a mistake. How sweet.

"Don't be silly," You laughed, your voice calming but still loud enough for any onlookers to easily hear. Lowly though, your teeth bared in a smile to try and not draw too much attention to your next words though, you say, "Just play along."

He blinked almost owlishly at you in return as if your intentions still weren't setting in. You rolled your eyes, your irises landing on the teddy bear that had in fact been stabbed in his locker, a not stuck to it. You sniffed at that. Seems like you were right.

"Oi, cunt," One of the girls--one that you had never bothered to learn the name of--yelled from not too far away, her and her pack catching up to you.

That was the only kickstart you needed to reach up and grab onto the boy's face, pulling him down so he reached your height and smashing your faces together. Your lips moved quickly, almost in sync as he finally realised what was happening.

Reaching a hand up to place on your hip, the other awkwardly hanging in the air before cupping your cheek, he angled your face up slightly so it would be easier for him to kiss you back.

You could hear the sudden stop of shoes as the group after you stopped a few feet away, watching with wide eyes as you kissed the boy's home killer. Someone whistled, probably some lowlife or one of your friends who were also lowlifes. You didn't care though, not when you heard the muttering or the laughing, not when a horde of footsteps kept walking, acting as if nothing had happened.

It was only when the bell rang did you pulled back, taking a big breath of air in as you looked up at the boy through hooded eyes. Hopefully, you didn't share any classes with him or this was going to be an awkward few hours.

"I'm Marcus," The boy says, blinking at you with a smile on his face as if he couldn't believe what just happened.

You returned his smile, grinning up at him sharply. "Hi Marcus, you just saved my arse." Slowly, you push yourself off the locker you had been leaning against, ready to go about your day as if nothing had happened. Marcus didn't seem to like the sound of that.

"What, no name?" He teased, shutting his locker and trailing after you, not caring if the storage unit was actually locked. "I did just save your arse, according to you."

"Don't you think it's a bit too early for me to give you my name?" You joked, walking down the hall without stopping or waiting for him to catch up.

"Well, you did kiss me," Marcus pointed out, grinning cheekily as he fell into step next to you. "I think that you should count for something."

"I don't kiss and tell," You said simply, leaving him to wonder for a little bit longer.

"Well, if you're not going to tell me your name," He started, pulling out a folded piece of paper from his blazer pocket. Unfolding it, he turned it around and showed it off to you. "Could you at least tell me where my next class is?"

You take one look at the piece of paper and say, "Fuck."

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Your pain is my pain - Mattheo Riddle

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader warnings: none, mentions of wizarding war ig wc: 475

In the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, the room felt suffocatingly silent, save for the occasional rustle of sheets as you shifted uncomfortably in bed. The weight of the nightmares pressed down upon you like a heavy blanket, suffusing the air with an almost palpable sense of dread.

You lay there, eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling as your mind churned with memories of horrors past. Night after night, the same visions plagued your dreams, dragging you back into the depths of despair with a relentless grip that refused to let go. Flashes back to the wizarding war and your last year of school. The war had ended a little over a year ago now and your nightmares had been coming back.

And yet, amidst the darkness, there was a flicker of light – a beacon of hope that shone brightly in the form of Mattheo Riddle, the cocky, slightly short-tempered Slytherin boy who had captured your heart in ways you never thought possible.

He had been your rock through it all, ever since you started dating in your fourth year. He was a constant source of strength and solace in a world gone mad. And as you lay there, grappling with the demons that haunted your every waking moment, you couldn't help but wonder why you hadn't confided in him sooner.

"Why didn't you tell me the nightmares are back?" His voice shattered the silence like a thunderclap, pulling you from the depths of your reverie. He tightened his grip around your waist, his presence a comforting warmth against the chill of the night.

You turned to face him, your heart heavy with guilt and regret. "I... I didn't want to burden you," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the room. "You have enough on your plate as it is."

Mattheo's expression softened, his eyes filled with a tenderness that took your breath away. "You know I never minded helping you with them," he said gently, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "Your pain is my pain, and your burdens are mine to bear."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, a floodgate of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. How had you been so blind to the depth of his love, so oblivious to the fact that he would move heaven and earth to ease your suffering?

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to shut you out."

Mattheo pulled you into his arms then, holding you close as though afraid to let go. "You never have to apologize for being human," he murmured against your hair, his breath warm against your skin. "We'll face these nightmares together, just like we always have."

And in that moment, as you surrendered yourself to the safety of his embrace, you knew that no matter what horrors the night may bring, you would never have to face them alone. For in Mattheo Riddle, you had found a love that transcended even the darkest of dreams, a love that would light the way through even the bleakest of nights.

written by @adiraargent

please do not steal :)

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darkavcngers · 6 days

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i can fix him (no really i can)

and only i can

“the smoke cloud billows out his mouth”

“the jokes that he told across the bar were revolting and far too loud”

“they shake their heads saying “god, help her” when i tell ‘em he’s my man”

“his hands, so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face”

“he had a halo of the highest grade he just hadn’t met me yet”

“good boy, that’s right. come close. i’ll show you heaven if you’ll be an angel all night”

“trust me, i can handle me a dangerous man”

“woah, maybe i can’t”

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ec1ips3 · 1 year

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⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

fluff ♡ | angst ☔︎ | smut ❦

❧ | 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝

❧ | 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲

❧ | 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

❧ | 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

❧ | 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 (!𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐌)

❧ | 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐳 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨

❧ | 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

❧ | 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

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lilyswritings · 4 months

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update for fate.

once more, it's time to ask you all if you would prefer a much longer chapter of fate, with lots and lots happening, that would be posted later in the week — or if you would prefer shorter chapters posted sooner, with time in between them ?

here's a link to the poll, or feel free to let me know your thoughts and feelings in the comments below !

#marcus lopez arguello x reader #marcus lopez imagine #marcus lopez x reader #marcus lopez arguello imagine #marcus lopez arguello #deadly class x reader #deadly class imagine #deadly class

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stqrgirlie0 · 1 month

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can you guys tell my type?….😬🙂

#wanna smoke a joint w me in the astronomy tower in the middle of the night? #and then let me ride you while high?😻

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faintedlcve · 6 months

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Can u pls make a fic abt the reader just wanting to make out with Mattheo riddle during October spooky month?

Spooky Surprises

aksjhshaadjsha i find this idea so cuteeeee

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing (duh!), pining (ish), not proof read and my writing lol

Summary: After staying in for Halloween you realise that your love for Mattheo might not be as unrequited as you thought.

You stayed in on Halloween. You were never too keen on trick or treating anyway but there was a bigger reason you had stayed in. That reason was right next to you sat up on the couch. Mattheo Riddle.

It was his idea to stay in and watch a scary movie. You couldn't deny it. Not when he was looking at you with his adorable brown eyes. Not when he was practically begging you to stay.

And there you were, curled up next to him, his arms around your waist pulling you in closer. You breathed in his cologne and the faint smell of smoke.

Each time there was a jump scare you leaned in closer to him until you were practically on top of him. He chuckled every time that happened pulling you in each time you looked scared.

The movie ended and the credits rolled on the screen. You were asleep, Mattheo's arms still looped around your waist. Mattheo, not wanting to wake you up, turned off the TV moving very cautiously. However, he clearly wasn't cautious enough as you opened your eyes. You yawned and leaned into the body next to you, then stilled remembering who it was. You immediately sat up and muttered an apology to Mattheo. If one looked hard enough, they would've noticed the slight blush that crept up on your cheeks as you took in what you had just done.

You had stayed in your dorm on Halloween, watched a scary movie and slept on a person who you supposedly called your friend. You were too afraid to admit it but you liked Mattheo. Any person who wasn't a complete idiot would've realised that it was requited.

Unfortunately, you were the complete idiot.

The conversation you had had with Pansy and some of your other friends, ran through your head whenever you were nervous that he didn't like you back.

"Oh my God y/n! He totally likes you! Do you see the way he looks at you?!" Pansy exclaimed.

"But Pansy! I'm not sure though! What if he doesn't?!" You said not wanting to ruin your friendship with him.

"you two are so in love! Just ask him out already!!!" Pansy whined.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled at the girl.

And now here you were wondering if Pansy's words might've been right. He let you sleep on him for God's sake.

You looked into the boys beautiful eyes and sighed. You loved him but you didn't know how to tell him.

You took a deep breath and did what Pansy had been telling you to do. You grabbed him by his collar pulling him close to you. Your lips collided. They fit together perfectly like they were a part of a puzzle.

You pulled away when you ran out of breath. Mattheo's cheeks were flushed. He was just so perfect. After realising that you had just been staring at him for ages, you looked away embarrassed.

"Wow. That was erm- wow" Mattheo replied.

Colour rushed to your cheeks at his words.

"I'm sorry I don't know what i-" you froze in the middle of the sentence as you felt his hand on your waist. Your breath hitched as he leaned closer. You didn't feel so brave anymore.

"I don't mind it" he replied as if you had just borrowed his laptop rather than kisses him.

"oh um-" you started.

This time it was his fingers on your collar, his hands pulling you in, his lips that smashed on yours.

You wanted nothing more than to keep kissing him and no matter how many times you kissed, the butterflies were always there.

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Hope this is to your liking <3333 have a great day and happy halloweeeeeeeeen 💕

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honeybeejam · 4 months

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i gOT TO EPISODE SIX I AM HOOTING AND HOLLERING AND BLUSHING STOP

y/n and mattheo but it’s marcus and maria’s scene 😩😩😩🤪🤪😳

#deadly class #benjamin wadsworth #harry potter #marcus lopez arguello #marcus lopez x reader #marcus x maria #marcus x reader #marcus lopez smut #marcus lopez imagine #mattheo x reader #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle

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fcknstar · 1 year

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,,locked up with you "

marcuslopez x fem! reader

a.n : this was requested and its been such a long time since ive watched deadly class omfg. im abit rusty in writing him and m vv sorry. i hope this is okay and could go to the suggestive way which m going to make a part 2 of! my taglist!

warnings : intoxication?, suggestive ending

**lowercase intended**

there was only one rule that was greatly feared by the students. “ never kill another student in and outside school grounds. “ it was widely known among students that there was once an incident that happened, the culprit facing grave punishments.

walking back to your dorm to set your thing down before getting lunch was the only thing you looked forward to. you enjoyed eating as much as you enjoyed eating it with your best friend. despite being one of the most respected students here, you didnt care if people gave you the side eye if they caught you being friends with the rats. it was normal some of the royals from other groups to bust down your door to take you to serve you a reminder to never communicate with that “ filthy rat “ you associated yourself with. lex, petra and billy were the only few rats you enjoyed being with. the rest? not really what you are looking for in a friend. of course, being friends with the rats doesnt mean that you get along with every single rat you see. for example marcus. ever since he joined kings dominion, hes nothing but a stuck up bitch. just because rumors has it that he killed an entire orphanage, he thinks that everyone will fear him.

going out of your dorm to meet up with lex, you were met with a hard chest. when the scent smacked you in the face, you knew exactly who you bumped into.

" hey! arent you going to apologize? " marcus voiced out.

ignoring him, you quite literally had to push yourself out of his big figure, dodging him as he tried to push you against the wall. seeing lex in the distance, you called out for him and pretending that marcus isnt trying to kill you. of course, angered by your actions, he tried to scare you off, when the master lins people started pushing everyone into random dorms. to your luck, you were in your dorm with lex. to your luck, marcus was too in it.

" another student have been found dead and im going to find out who. " master lins voice echoed through the empty halls.

" oh my, t's lockdown. well, seems like we are going to miss lunch, beautiful. " lex chuckled.

" beautiful? you? calling her beautiful? are you seriou- " marcus started pestering you, gesturing all kinds of hand signs that nearly looked similar to gang signs.

" well, she is one of the finest women here in kings dominion. hey, you got any glue and a plastic pencil case? " lex started looking around the room for the said items, making marcus frown in confusion.

" its in the drawer in my desk. to the left " you knew lex found it when you heard eager sniffing after a fart-like sound signaling that he emptied the glue out.

" ohh.. " marcus concluded that lex wanted to get high. of course.

it had been afew hours and lex got knocked out after being starved and getting high on an empty stomach. you were on your bed looking through your textbooks for answers to the chemistry equations.

" you know those are really easy to answer. "

" hey, im talking to you. " youve ignored him, not once, not twice but three times.

" would you please shut up? if you want to talk, whisper " glancing at lex snoring softly.

" someones mad. " marcus looked up from whatever book he saw lying around, watching you scratch your head in confusion.

" you know, if you need helP- ouch " marcus was met with a book that was flung into his way. another indication of you wanting him to shut up. he watched the way you looked at lex, giggling about how stupid he looks, lying on the ground breathing slowly.

turning to your side to look at marcus, you huffed.

“ why do act the way you are? acting so high and mighty when you are just a timid rat? “

“ well i did- “

“ didnt burn the orphanage down. fuckface did. “ you deadpanned.

“ ho- how did you.. “ marcus began sinking into the chair, realizing that you had figured him out which scared him.

“ i know who fuckface is, marcus. “ you slowly advance towards him.

“ and something is telling me that he is after you.. for stealing his name.” you ran a finger against his neck, gesturing that fuckface was coming for his head.

“ so, if i were you, id start running. “ you whispered, faces inches from his. lips close enough that if one of you were to lean in, your lips would be connected.

marcus thought it was going to happen, everything you said flew out of his mind as he could only think of you. he would never admit it, but he was greatly attracted to you when he saw you in school. he felt something turn in his stomach, the undeniably annoying heat that he was tremendously feeling. so when you pulled away, he was caught off guard. jumping back onto your bed, you sighed happily, as if nothing ever happened between you two.

“ i know the fucking game youre playing, ( name ) . “ marcus whispered.

“ oh do you now ? “ you smiled softly.

it was when marcus pushed your books away from your bed, moving towards you. once he was in the same eye length with you, he whispered, “ may i? “

it didnt have to be a verbal response, it was plenty to understand that you wanted it too.

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@superpositvecloudshipper

#one shots #imagines #answered #marcus lopez imagine #marcus lopez x reader #marcus lopez arguello #benjamin wadsworth #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle

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lucifertoxics · 29 days

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acid king and queen | marcus lopez arguello

pairing: marcus lopez x reader | genre: friends to lovers | warnings: angst, alcohol, drugs, swearing, minors dni | word count: 2.0k | aura's note: i found myself writing this at 3 am, and beforehand i'm sorry that there's so much description but i had to, so enjoy :)

[ BACK TO MASTERLIST ]

It's Friday night. Which means that there is a party. Music was blasting acompanied by blinding lights. People dancing, smoking or making out. Most of your classmates from the same year as you from King's Dominion are there. Including your friends, Petra, Billy, Lex and Marcus.

You and Marcus are known as the party animals. Usually getting high and drunk as soon as possible, and tonight was no different. Drunk and high. You and him had the most out of it. Seemingly known as the "acid king and queen".

Lately, you have been lying to yourself about your feelings for him. It's not that you didn't like him, but whenever he was around other girls, you were jealous. He was your friend, you shouldn't be thinking of such things.

Both of you sitting on the couch, next to each other smoking a joint. Seeing that both of you are done with your drinks, he hands you the joint that you have been sharing, as he goes to grab some new drinks. As soon as he comes back with the drinks, you help bim by taking your drink from his hand. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you take a drag from the joint. There were no words needed. He knew and you knew.

He wraps his free arm around you and gives you a gentle squeeze, taking another puff from the joint as well. Marcus takes another swing from his beer as he leans his head against yours, looking just as out of it as you. It was like there were no words needed between you and him.

When deciding what to wear for the party, Maria definetly had an influence on you. That's how you ended with being dressed in a full black outfit, consisting of a mini skirt with a crop top, and a pair of boots and with a pair or high knee socks. Given by the fact that the whole outfit wasn't really thought for a cold weather, you found yourself nuzzling your head in Marcus neck for a minute, feeling cold.

He pulls away from you, for a second, to look over at you. He can feel that you are a bit cold so he decided to pull you closer, putting his jacket over your shoulders. Marcus holds you close and rubs your arm, while he takes another sip from his beer. Then taking another puff from the joint.

Leaning your head back on his shoulder, as he was talking to Billy and Lex, you decide to take the joint from him, the one that you two have been sharing. Taking a drag from it, you are looking at him. The way his hair was ruffled, how it fell on his face, the way he would close his eyes when taking a drag from the joint, how his breathing would change when you were close to him. How he was so passionate about drawing and killing in the same time. He was still a mystery even if you have been friends for such a long time.

Marcus watches you as you take a drag, almost as if you were a prey and he was the hunter. Then looking back over to continue talking to Billy and Lex. You are pretty out of it by now and start noticing how big and warm to you Marcus is. He seems a bit like a teddy bear or a huge ball of fur, as his hands are wrapped a beer bottle that was close to being finished. Marcus finishes his beer and takes the joint from you, taking a drag from it, as he notices you looking at him. He looked down at you, not saying anything just looking at you for a moment. Those brown eyes. Those damn brown eyes. That made you weak the second you looked into them. If eyes could talk, you would be beggining him to kiss you right now.

You found yourself, staring at him, coming closer to him, starting to caress his cheek as you were biting your lip. Not realizing the drugs and the alcohol started to affect your senses. Marcus notices you coming closer to him as he continues to look down at you. The drugs started affecting him too. He gently grabs your chin, bringing your face closer to his. You can see the look on his face as he stares at you. He puts a hand on the back of your head, not being too rough and begins to pull you in slowly for a kiss.

You lean in for the kiss. Forgetting about everyone that was at the party. Not even caring about the music that was blasting through the speakers. Marcus didn't mind the music at all, he completely zoned in on you, he wasn't even thinking about anyone else that was at the party. He kisses you for a few seconds, and pulls back, looking down at you. He wants you to have you all to himself for the night.

You nuzzle your head into his chest embarassed of what just happened, and the fact that it happened in front of everyone. Even if Petra knew that you liked Marcus, for some time now, it still surprised her that you would kiss in front of each other. You feel the need to kiss his cheek before he goes back to talk to Billy and Lex. At the sound of you kissing his cheek again, Marcus turns away from Billy and Lex for a second to look back at you. Seeing the expression of embarassement on your face he gently smiles at you and runs his fingers through your hair, in an attempt to comfort you. Marcus takes a last drag from the joint and crushes it on the astray. The he leans his head back against yours, still running his hands through your hair.

You were sneaking out of your room in the middle of the night as you couldn't sleep. Hearing the rumors about Marcus and Maria, his close friend, sleeping together last night. You were mad. Fuming. You thought he liked you, but turns out it didn't matter. Deciding to go up to the graveyard to clear your mind. Once you reached, you found yourself sitting at the edge of the rooftop, staring at the distance. Suddenly you head a voice speak up.

"Well, well, well...who do we have here?" Marcus walked up behind you with a smirk on his face. "Shouldn't you be in bed, y/n?" The moment you saw him, it's like your whole world collided, the anger was just gone for a minute. That's when you remember he slept with your best friend after kissing you that night.

"Shouldn't you be banging Maria?" You say with an annoyed tone by what he did, looking into the distance, feeling more jealous then ever.

He raiser an eyebrow upon hearing that. "Perhaps i should've been. But that doesn't raise the question, why aren't you sleeping either?" He said, knowing the answer already. He knew you so well and you hated and loved it in the same time. He wanted you to admit.

"That's none of your business!" You continue still looking into the distance, not wanting to admit the fact that you were mad at him. Jealous of Maria for sleeping with him. Marcus was a player, everyone knew that, but he was your friend, and yet here you are.

He sat down next to you on the edge. He knew the answer. He knew all about you, despite how good you may think you hide it, that when he placed his hand on your knee. "So are you mad that i slept with her?"

"It's your problem what you do, with who you do that." You continue with the same tone of voice, looking away, sighting. The rumors were eating you out alive, it's like you couldn't stop thinking about them.

"Well, it's my problem, but that's not what i asked. Are you mad at me?" He leaned slighly closer, grabbing your chin, making you look at him, your noses almost touching. He had that smug look on his face as he stared at you, knowing how jealous of Maria you were.

"Marcus..." You started breathing heavily as soon as he touched you. His touch had such an effect on you. You thought of ways to avoid the question, not wanting to answer it, that's when you changed the topic. "You shouldn't be here."

"And nor should you. Yet here we are." He said, still with the smurk on his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You felt him pulling you closer to him, which he knew you'd melt at any second. But he didn't want that. He wanted a reaction out of you. He put a finger on your chin to pull your attention back to him. "I'll ask again. Are you mad at me?"

"You already know the answer." You look away not wanting to admit the fact that you liked him for some time now. Your jealousy for Maria was growing and you hated yourself for it. She was supposed to be your best friend, and you told her everything about your feelings for Marcus, yet she ignored them.

He was enjoying this. Watching you squirm at the thought of knowing that she slept with him last night after your left the party. Being in your bed, crying yourself to see at the thought of it. "That i do. But i want to heart it from you." He pulled you even closer.

"Yes Marcus, i'm mad at you, you were supposed to be..." You feel your words trailing off, not wanting to admit that you wanted to be with him. Finally you opened up to him. Knowing that he felt something for you, but was lying to himself about that. "Maria was supposed to be my friend...she knew..."

He could fee the truth in your voice as your words came out. He was still smirking, but you could feel that underneath that smirk, it hurt him to see you this way. But he wasn't going to let that show. "So you're saying, that you think i should've been with you instead of her?"

You look away feeling that this discussion is a hopeless battle. Getting up to leave and go back to your room, you say. "Doesn't matter. It's nothing." You say defeated not wanting to give him more information about how you were feeling.

"Y/n..." He said, grabbing your arm trying to get you to sit back down. He knew you were going to try to walk away, as you did everytime you were mad or jealous. You wouldn't be able to help it, you wanted him more than anything. And he was going to make sure that you knew that.

"Marcus, why?" You asked looking at him demanding an answer, knowing that he probably doesn't like you since he slept with Maria. "If you don't like me, just tell me, i can handle it."

"Is that really what you think? That i don't like you?" He said, pulling you back beside him and wrapping his arms around you again. "How on Earth could you assume that?"

"Well everyone was talking about you and her...i thought.." You explain to him the situation, still looking at him, wanting to see a reaction from him. Sighting and thinking about the rumours.

"Let me ask you, if you truly think, i care about her..." He caressed your cheek, staring into your eyes. "Why did i bother to find you in the middle of the night?"

You look at him and then away, not wanting to face the truth. "I don't know..."

"Because i want you." He said, leaning in and resting his forehead against yours, his breath still hot on your cheek as the air was silent between you. He was being honest. And you knew it deep down.

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