#[Matteo]

[bunny-1111]

Mattheo Riddle head canons, part 2

has stick n poke tattoos all over himself. He does them for fun and to pass the time until he graduates and can get them done properly

when you two are alone in your dorms. He brushes your wet hair, he pulls your hair, and the brush knocks your head. He doesn't apologise; he thinks he's a helpful boyfriend. When you whine about it being painful, he'd hold your head still and argues, "It hurts because you won't stop moving."

whenever you get into fights, his mouth is his greatest weapon. No insults are off the table, except he can't take what he gives out

if you two argue. He drastically pulls away from you and isolates himself. When he comes back to his senses, he explains, "I'm new at this whole relationship thing, just tryna remember how to communicate and shit."

has such a deep voice. It goes husky when he drinks too much at parties,

skips rock on the black lake when he's bored on weekends,

hates Hogsmeade, thinks the stores are shit and hates the crowds

he has two different laughs, one chuckle. He uses this when he finds something funny or he has to pretend to laugh. The second is a silent laugh, where he holds his stomach in pain of laughter, so amused that nothing comes out, this laugh is genuine, his face scrunched, and his usually straight posture drops

he hates animals, a cat is lurking in the hallway, he hisses at it, a bird lands beside him, he scares it away.

Has a messy dorm and doesn't care enough to keep it clean

always clean-shaven. He doesn't think facial hair suits him, so when he feels even a shadow of stubble, he's in his bathroom, shaving cream in one hand, razor in the other

very eager to get to dinner, he thinks there should be more food servings throughout the day, and often expresses that to Snape

he relentlessly gives Snape a hard time, but they both secretly love it. Snape is the closest thing Matteo has to a brother or father, so when he gets punished, his daddy issues sort of like it....

smart ass.

no like seriously, a smart ass, lippy to all teachers, if sarcasm was a language, Mattheo was fluent.

when you sleep together, he drifts off so quickly he doesn't let go of you all night, even if he's lost feeling in his arm, he doesn't care

not huge on PDA, but behind closed doors he's never more that a metre away, unless someone is hitting on you than he is all up on you, making sure everyone knows not to fuck with him and test his girl

when you blow him air kisses, he 'catches' them and puts them in his pocket, he tells you, he keeps them for a slow day, when he can't see you enough as he'd like too.

doesn't say I love you to many people, so if he does, you know its genuine.

Mattheo you big ol' sweetheart

[masklessmirror]

dave can, in fact, run for shit

[flatspot]

(x)

[bs-fangirl]

Matteo to Dave: Ain't nobody gonna tickle your pickle looking like this.

Markiplier's Fanbase:

[minifruits]

I had to (not spoilers)

[voltaical-art]

A piece I did of Matteo for the Fig and the ___'s zine, part of @d20zinejam !!!

I've missed this boi 😭 his personality's loosely based on some of my friends who are in a band, so I wanted to capture the energy of their shows!

[clarkkantagain]

fabio & matteo

[balu8]

Jean-Pierre Gibrat

[weirdmixofweirdness]

Edge of Sleep Incorrect Quote

Matteo: Get outta my friend, ghost! *slaps Dave, causing The Elephant to whoosh out*

Dave: Ow! That’s gonna leave a mark!

Matteo: THE POWER OF ‘TEO COMPELS YOU!!!

[shamefulzombie]

woe ocs

[bunny-1111]

Matteo Riddle angst - Us on Repeat

Description: Matteo gets jealous and possessive over reader at a party after they've broken up

Angst/slight fluff ish /// only roughly edited

Warnings: swearing, no smut, but sexual innuendo, toxic relationship, alcohol

Music blasted.

Alchool spilt.

Dancing bodies spun

You occupied the dancefloor with some guy you had met tonight when a familiar frame knocked your date unsteady.

Matteo smirked helping your date back on his feet "shit man sorry, well now that I'm here I'm gonna have to steal my girl so a second, yeah? He initiated

"Your girl?" you questioned

"its a phrase, whats wrong with it?" He saying coming closer

"sure, if I was your girl, but I'm not." You stated trying so seem soberer than you really are

"You know you're my girl, I know you're my girl, so does your pathetic date, he knows it too" He said, coming closer to you he began "That guy, he was real close to you"

"Well, he's my date. He's supposed to be close; in fact, where has he gone?" looking around, huffing at the fact that Matteo successfully scared him off.

He grabbed the bottom of your chin with his fingers pulling your face inches away from his, "Who gives a fuck where he went, I'm here now" he said looking deeply into your eyes.

Looking so intenstly that you felt like you couldn't breathe

"Stop looking at me like that," you said head pounding, it was so hot in the room, so crowed, it was getting harder to take a proper breath in, Matteo studied your face, watched as you began to crumble in front of him

"Come on, we're leaving", grabbing your hand and dragging you out

When he got you alone in the hallway, he asked "You can breath, ok?"

"Yeah" you said, pulling yourself together, before you could, you feel Matteo push you towards the wall "I've got a few ways of making you gasp for air, if that's what you need" He smirked,

You pushed him off you "No Matteo" now standing next to him

"You never complained before" "Yeah, well, things changed. I changed"

"I remember the girl you were all too well" "Right, reminisce all you want, Matteo. Cling to the memory because that's all you ever have of me" you manage

"Wrong again, Darling" he started pulling you close "we need each other, you and I" he continues

"Fuck you, Matteo, why do you do this to me? When will you be done involving me in your bullshit, HUH?" you spat out.

his eyes darkened, inching closer lips making their way to your ear as he whispered "You don't hate it at all, that's your problem"

"you're my problem," you said weakly

"I know baby, you get so angry at me, yeah, because I push your buttons, because I can't watch you be with anyone else, my girl" he chucked as he undid the top buttons of your skirt.

"How can you be with girls in front of me, Teo, but hit any guy that nears me" you huff out

"those girls are nothing alright, forget about em'. and for the guys, No ones gonna touch whats mine" he grits

"So I have to hurt while a girl's tongue is down your throat, fuck you, you asshole I'm done" you say, throwing your head back

"Well, you don't seem very done, baby. You're letting me touch you, talk to you, and sneak you away. You're so far from done," he smiles.

"I'm gonna go back to my date, and I'm gonna let him fuck me tonight" You said with confidence

His hand on your waist tighten, "Over my dead fucking body" he said jaw clenched "You're staying with me" he continued eyes darkening

"I know you haven't let anyone touch you since we broke up. It's staying that way, or someone dies," he stated

"what about you Mattoeo, what have you done, who have you done" You say through the hurt

"lets not talk about it" he said quickly

"Tell me the truth or I'll never speak to you again" you insisted

He huffed in frustration. "I've seen a few girls, alright? Are you happy"

"did you enjoy it?" you qestioned, heart hurting inside

"why the fuck are you worried about what I do after we break up?" he replied back

"I don't want you with girls the same way you don't want me with guys" you admitted

"I know, I see it in your eyes, everytime you see me with someone, I hear it in your voice too, we're the same, just as jealous as each other" he smiled

"you know, you're never touching me again, not after you touch another girl," you said seriously

He threw his head back in frustration. "You're not gonna punish me for what happened during a breakup, please", he whined, coming close again

"Stop acting like we're back together" you fought

"Then stop acting like my girlfriend. Can't be upset at me if you're not mine", he said

"I'm what? Not yours, great, I'll go sort myself out then." starting to walk off, he gripped your wrist pulling you back in your place, when you slammed your body back against the wall you looked up at him and cried.

"I'm too drunk for this ok, too tired for these games, we can't keep doing this every weekend, what do you want, to get back together, what are you fighting for Matteo" you sniffled through your tears

he didn't reply at first, just stared at you, taking a moment to really wonder what he wanted, he realised his grip on your wrist instead pulling you into a hug "Of course I want us back together alright?" he said hiding his face in your neck "You know I've got a fucked way of showing it" he admitted

you took a deep breath in, he felt it

"I'm sorry, sweet girl, alright? I love you, let's do this right, again, tell me you love me too, tell me we're gonna try," he pleaded

"you know how toxic we are, right," you said back, not moving.

He chucked softly, moving back to kiss your forehead, then resting his chin on the top of your head. "Yeah baby, I know, we'll fix each other up eventually", he admitted swiftly

"I love you" you said, he looked down at you pulling your face close to his "Say it again" he smiled

"i love you Matteo" you rushed out

"Don't forget it. We love each other more than anyone else will,"

"What now Teo?" You look up into his eyes

"I'll show you exactly what now", he practically growled out

...

part two coming soon - my first Matteo fic go easy on me. Xx

[justrainandcoffee]

"et tu, Brute?"

[moondance-comic]

Doodle of Matteo from the Edge of Sleep

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Shun the Light Ch. 4 - Mend

Slow Burn | Refuge | Decision |

Author's Notes: I decided to name this story as a whole "Shun the Light" after a line from the Hozier song Sunlight!

I would shun the light Share in evenings cool and quiet Who would trade that hum of night? For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

Content Warnings: vampire whumpee, werewolf whumpee, severe burns, biting, drinking blood, exhaustion, painful healing, implied stabbing/impalement

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Dizziness comes quickly. Matteo didn't have much strength to begin with, and blood loss takes whatever was left. He passes out beside the badly burned vampire and remains out cold until sundown.

Matteo wakes hungry, stiff, and with a piercing headache. He feels around for his backpack and pulls out a room temperature blue Gatorade. He forces himself to sit up enough to chug it down without choking.

"Fuck," he whispers into the dark room. He tosses aside the empty bottle and lies back down, groaning when his aching body finds no comfort on the wooden floor.

But when his eyes focus again on the poor creature beside him it's hard to pity himself. Even the worst post-moon hangover is better than third degree burns and a hole in the chest.

Matteo's offering of blood barely made a dent in the damage. The vampire remains weak and unable to heal, leaving him stranded in pain he can't escape.

"Stop it, stop it." Matteo curls onto his side and covers his ears to block out the miserable sounds the other makes. Desperate, he reopens another cut and presses it to the vampire's lips.

He spends the next several hours drifting in and out of consciousness. Whenever he comes to, he drinks another Gatorade, eats a protein bar, allows himself a moment to feel like absolute shit, and then resumes feeding the vampire until he passes out again.

This is the second worst day of my life.

Matteo is in no shape for this so soon after a transformation. It takes its toll. He's tense, nauseous, sore all over, and this headache will not relent. But every time he wakes, the sight of the vampire's body gradually mending encourages him to continue.

Maybe helping someone won't make him feel human again, but it's worth a shot.

The sixth time he reawakens, Matteo is surprised to see cool gray eyes peering back at him in the dark. A hoarse whisper breaks the heavy silence.

"Let me bite you."

Bone-tired and resigned, Matteo offers his arm willingly and closes his eyes as fangs pierce his wrist.

A deep, heavy numbness washes over him. Finally free of pain, this time he doesn't pass out - he falls asleep.

[ribbons111]

Olivia Rodrigo: Obsessed

Matteo Riddle

Summary. Obsession with matteos ex leads to jealous butthurt feelings. Go with your gut!!

Warning. jealousy. obsession. toxic. angst. cheating.

The loud music rang in my head, backgrounding my thoughts.

My eyes burned and my heart flouted.

I felt fuzzy, drenched with overwhelming feelings.

I drowned myself in strong drinks, covering the buthurt poker face away.

I frowned, my eyes followed him from the end of the room.

He can not be serious right now.

I analyzed every look she gave out, every thought she might have, every smile, every wink, every word.

I stared at her, I wanted to get hurt.

I look back to Matteo, I frown at the way he laughs, his eyes lingering.

I know they both have moved on, they don’t even talk.

My fists balled up and my dress pulled up.

I flipped my hair away, fixing my lipstick before walking off, my heels clacking the wet floor.

Matteo smiled once he noticed me, his hand going out to hold my hips.

I pulled his collar, pushing his back towards the wall.

I kissed him roughly, swallowing him whole.

With the way he kisses me I know he loves me but I can’t help it I got issues.

Making sure I marked him well enough with my red lipstick I pulled away.

I smiled, kissing his cheek sweetly, noticing her in my peripheral vision.

I raised my finger, pushing the stray lipstick back into place onto my lips.

I grazed my painted nails on his toned chest.

“I’ll see you in bed,” I made sure to be heard before walking off, “your room.” a clear smirk on my lips, picking up another drink on my way.

BONUS!!

“Are you serious Matteo!?” I screamed, pushing his body away from mine “She sleeps on my side of the bed hasn’t she?! You brought her into your room! Onto your bed!”

“Are you seriously arguing over the smell of perfume on your side? You're honestly mental ” He ran his hands through his hair, furrowing his brows as he got off of his bed.

“That’s not my perfume Riddle and you know it!” I groaned, pulling down my sleave.

[aboardthescheherazade]

New Years cards from Studios Hergé, 1967 thru 1973