#but that wasn't the classes fault; that was my fault

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Hi, Tori (*^-^*)

I hope I'm not too late with requests, but I have a few ideas.

First, how about mistletoe kiss? A bit cheesy and cliché, but I think it would be great for holiday season rn.

Second, how about learning y/n to fly on the broom? Like we know that our boys are badasses and play quidditch really good. So maybe they want to show off their skills and teach the reader how to fly, or overcome the fear of heights, or just have a lovely moment with them under the stars, something like that.

Third, magical bond thing. Like a reader or one of our favorite boys open the box with some dark artifact and make them stuck together. It could be enemies to lovers to add some juices 🤭

I think that's all. Otherwise, I'd dash out a whole bunch of my ideas. As for who should it be with, I don't know. It's totally up to you. But I'm a huge simp for Mattheo *cough, cough*.

If you would like to write something based on any of these ideas, I'd be happy. If not, it's still cool. I will just wait for your other great writings from the other's asks.

Loves 💕

I kinda chose the second one. I hope this works for you.

Vows

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Warnings: lots of cussing and some mentions of violence and hexing

Last thing you wanted to do was spend your time in detention with the boy who annoys you the most-Mattheo Riddle. You two hated each other, always bickered, always had competitions, always had nasty remarks to say to one another. Sure, you might find him handsome if it wasn't for his asshole personality. He has nice hair and a nice face and all, but, Merlin, every word out of his mouth wanted you to either jam knives in your ears or hex his mouth closed.

You don't even remember how this rivalry started. But it's been going on for as long as you've known him. Everyone knew that. Everyone either dreaded or loved having class with you two because of the fighting.

But maybe it went a little too far when you threw a hex his way that was supposed to swell his tongue to the point he couldn't talk properly. Unfortunately, he saw it and deflected it, only for it to hit poor Neville behind him.

So now the two of you were cleaning in the Room of Requirements. It was massive and was never going to get done, even if you spent a whole year cleaning it, but that wasn't the point. It was supposed to be a little lesson for you two, a punishment. So you got assigned a section and were supposed to clean together. ‘Figure out how to work together’ or something like that McGonagall told you two.

“This is entirely your fault.” Mattheo grumbled as soon as the Professor was gone.

“You wouldn't have been sent here with me if you just took the hex like a man instead of blocking it.” You retorted before looking around the section you were assigned, hands on your hips.

“I'm not that fucking dumb, sweetheart. I'm not letting you hex me. I think Longbottom is still in the hospital wing because of your nasty hex.” He complained, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, sit there and bitch all you want. I'm getting this done, with or without you.” You said, walking over towards one of the piles of random things and began cleaning and sorting it out.

“Then you can do it without me.” He huffed, walking away.

You just rolled your eyes, annoyed with his attitude. You could hear him going through stuff just out of sight from where you were. You could guess he was rummaging through the random things, opening up boxes and fiddling with stuff to figure out what it did.

It was only about ten minutes before you heard him yell. “Fuck! Son of a bitch!”

It sounded like he either got hurt or stuck on something and it made you snort. Serves him right.

He came around the corner, back over to you. “Help me get this off!”

“Why should I?” You turn to look at him and see something wrapped around his wrist. It looked metal and had some carvings on it.

“Just get this thing off of me! Please!” He nearly snapped, but you could hear the small bit of panic in his voice. It was a fair reaction. No one knew what any of this stuff was or what it could do.

“Fine. Only because you said ‘please’.” You said with a slight teasing tone in your voice.

He rolled his eyes but looked a little relieved.

You reached for the contraption around his wrist, going to tug on the material to test it. But as soon as you touched it, a chain materialized from it and wrapped around your wrist as well, replicating the metal bracelet around Mattheos's wrist with the same carvings.

“What the fuck?” You used your other hand to tug at the new restraint around your wrist. It wouldn't even budge.

“Well, that didn't work.” Was all Mattheo had to say.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” You yelled, trying to fight at the metal.

“I didn't do anything!” He yelled back.

“Why did you have to go through shit instead of helping me?”

“You said you would do it with or without me!”

“And look where we are now!” You both continued yelling, just angry at each other. You sighed, bringing your free hand to your face, rubbing it in annoyance. “Okay, just-we're not getting anywhere.” 

“I thought you were smart! Get us out!”

“I'm thinking!” You inspected the cuffs, looking at the carvings. They were words. “Fides, amor, matrimonium.” You muttered aloud. “Ah, fuck. You gotta be fucking kidding me!”

“Fides, amor, matrimonium? What the fuck? Is that talking about marriage and love?” Mattheo started yelling again. The chain connecting the two cuffs started disappearing after he repeated the words that were carved into the cuffs. The metal parts around your wrists were still there.

“You fucking idiot! Do you have any idea what you just did?” You shouted at him, shoving him backwards.

“Obviously not!” He shouted back, catching himself on a random box and straightening back up.

“Those were marital vow chains!” You said like it was obvious and that's when Mattheo's face went pale. You'd heard of them, most people had, they were a very ancient tradition. The people getting married would wear them and repeat the words carved into the cuffs, just like you and Mattheo did, vowing your love and loyalty to one another. If the vow is broken, both people die. They were outlawed a long time ago to prevent any more deaths.

“Oh, fuck.” Mattheo muttered, obviously panicking again but for a whole different reason this time.

“I swear to fuck, Mattheo-if we die because of this, I'm gonna kill you!”

“I didn't mean to fucking marry you!”

“Well, you did! And you can't take it back! We'll both die!”

“Ah, fuck.”

“‘Ah, fuck.’ Indeed. Now what?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I-I-I don't-I don't-I don't know.” He stuttered, utterly in shock.

“This was just supposed to be a normal fucking detention!” You started pacing, so mad and upset that you couldn't even sit still.

“I'm sorry!”

“That doesn't fix this!”

“Fucking shit. We're married.”

“Yeah!”

“Holy fuck!”

“This is your fault, Mattheo!”

“Shit!” By now, he was pacing just as bad as you.

“I'm gonna fucking kill you. You just ruined our lives.”

“It was an accident!”

You finally stopped pacing and faced him and he mimicked you, stopping and facing you too. “You're gonna have to be the best husband in the world or I'm taking us both out. Do you understand me, Mattheo?”

“Yes.” He said and his face looked just like a kid caught doing something he shouldn't have.

“I-” You started but stopped just as fast. “Un-fucking-believable.” You turned around, trying to stop yourself from hitting him.

“You know, though…” Mattheo started stepping towards you slowly. “Since we're married, maybe we should kiss. Like an actual wedding. Since I'm your husband now.”

“Mattheo?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up and walk away before I punch you in the face.” You said, not even turning around to face him.

“Got it. Too soon.” He said before you could hear his footsteps retreating.

Fuck, what were you going to tell your parents?

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[marauders-bs]

...i have nothing to say for myself i got caught up in tgr and that is not my fault!! there aren't trigger warnings here (to my knowledge) so enjoy!!

part 5!! masterlist

@jamie-potters :) @r0seprincess i swear meadowes kids will be next time i swear it @im-a-mess-of-a-person :3

Dorcas's next memory was fuzzy and dark, shards of white light poking through.

"What the hell?" she muttered, blinking. The scene became gradually clearer, and Hermione saw that she was laying in an infirmary bed, moonlight streaming through the curtains around her bed.

"Cas?" a familiar voice asked from outside the curtains. "Are you awake?"

"Awake enough," Dorcas replied. "What time is it?"

"The question you should be asking is what day it is," a different voice said, thought it was still one Hermione recognized. She couldn't put a face or name to either voice, but both were people Dorcas knew.

"Okay, then," Dorcas said. "What day is it?"

"Three days after the game," Pandora's voice said. "You've been passed out thanks to the Bludger Barty sent for a couple of days."

"Also, it's about ten," Evan said. "I think Madame Pomfrey was about to kick us out."

"Why are we talking to her through a screen?" Barty asked. "Cassie, can we open the curtain?" 

"I mean, sure," Dorcas said. "I'm pretty sure I'm not wearing makeup, but I have no idea what I look like."

"Who cares," Regulus's voice said. "Wait, Barty- oh, well. I tried, Cas."

The curtain was open, and Pandora, Barty, Evan, Regulus, the captain, Anna, and a couple of the other kids on Dorcas's team stood around her bed, identical anxious looks on their faces.

"What are you doing with the curtain open?" Madame Pomfrey shrieked, batting through Dorcas's friends and stopping. "Oh, miss Meadowes, you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Like an idiot brained me with a Bludger," Dorcas muttered.

"That tracks," the captain replied, glaring at Barty. 

Madame Pomfrey shot a reproving glare at the captain. "Mister Glenn, shouldn't you be in class? Miss Koz and Mister Dahar, I know you have Transfiguration right now."

"Professor McGonagall gave us a pass," the guy, Dahar, said, giving the nurse a winning smile that Hermione recognized from Harry. She guessed he was related to James, maybe.

Pomfrey sighed. "I'm not quite sure why I try anymore. Crouch, Rosier, Rosier, Black- you four don't need to be in here. Go."

"Bye, Cassie, sorry for the Bludger!" Barty called and Pandora whisked him out of the room. Evan followed, chuckling quietly, and Regulus was most of the way out the door when Dorcas stopped him.

"Wait, Reg," she called. "Who won?"

"Priorities," Anna said, nodding sagely. The captain- Glenn, Hermione thought Pomfrey had said- gave her a light smack on the back of the head with a scroll of parchment. 

"We did," Regulus answered. "St James caught the Snitch while Dora was shouting at Barty."

"We owe her, you tell her that," Glenn said as Regulus left.

The memory began to whirl away.

- 

The next memory began in the Great Hall, set up similar to what Harry had told Hermione and Ron of Snape's worst memory their fifth year. Dorcas was scribbling away at a piece of paper, and when she looked over her shoulder, Hermione found it to be a written Potions exam, which explained why Regulus was sitting just in front of her, writing with a calm expression like he wasn't worried at all. She saw James, Peter, Sirius and Remus a bit further away, each at least three people away from the other two. She spotted Lily's red hair as well, directly to Regulus's left. Snape wasn't in frame, meaning he was probably behind Dorcas somewhere. Harry wandered off to look at his father's friends and Ron drifted to find his mother or uncles, but Hermione stayed with Dorcas. 

For some reason, she kept glancing to her right, but when Hermione followed her line of vision, all that was there was a blonde-haired girl Hermione had never seen before. Hermione walked around to the front of Dorcas's desk and did a double take. The girl sitting next to Dorcas was Marlene, dyed curtain bangs hanging into her face. Marlene had maybe a page of near-unintelligible words scribbled in contrast to everyone around her. She was staring at the braid of the girl in front of her, very obviously zoned out. 

To Hermione's surprise, something flew low through the air at Marlene, hitting her in the calf. It came from Dorcas's direction and was low enough to where it could only have been Dorcas who had thrown it.

It did the job Hermione had done for Ron during exams more than once, though, and shook her into the real world. She sent a small smile at Dorcas, and Hermione could've sworn she saw a small blush on the blonde girl's face. Dorcas smiled back and turned back to her paper. 

The scene whirled on from there, and Hermione wondered why it was important enough for it to be one of Dorcas's most important memories.

-

The next scene showed Dorcas, Evan, Pandora, Barty, and Regulus sitting on the train. Regulus was hard to see for some reason, as though there was a concealment charm over him. That would be ridiculous, of course, since that kind of magic was far too advanced for anyone in the carriage of the Hogwarts Express.

A knock sounded on the door to the carriage, and Hermione looked to see an incredibly young Sirius standing at the door. His hair was short and he was still in robes. Remus was beside him, face unscarred- though he was wearing glasses for some reason.

Barty kicked the door open, clearly not wanting to leave his position of being slouched against Regulus with his right foot in Pandora's lap.

"Hey, Big Black," Barty said, braiding a strand of Pandora's hair. He seemed incredibly touchy with his friends, which wasn't something Hermione had thought any of the others would be okay with.

"Don't call me that," Sirius said. "Reg, Mother and Father aren't coming to the platform, I just got the owl. They're sending Kreacher. You're going to have to go with Dorcas's family back to her house."

"Okay," Regulus said, swatting Barty's hand from his hair. "You wish you had respectable friends."

"I take great offense to the idea that we are respectable," Pandora said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"To our parents," Regulus amended. "At least I don't have to stay at home."

Sirius rolled his eyes. Hermione could see the older Sirius in his twelve-year-old counterpart, though it was a little difficult. He and Regulus had the kind of relationship Hermione had seen at the Burrow- something brotherly, but not mother-children like Dorcas had with her siblings.

The train's whistle blew and began to slow. Barty made no move to get up and Evan, sleeping on Dorcas's shoulder, didn't even stir. "Bye, Big Black!" Barty called as Sirius and Remus left, all of them laughing at his disgruntled expression.

"You should probably wake him up," Pandora told Dorcas, gesturing to Evan. "We're all too tired to deal with another prophecy or vision this late in the day."

"These twenty-minute sleeping spurts are getting tiring as hell to deal with," Regulus said. 

Dorcas sat up excitedly, though Evan still didn't wake. "Also, insider info from Marlene- that guy who stayed with you guys got expelled for cheating on all of his exams."

"Hell yeah," Barty said. 

Regulus looked from Barty to Pandora and Dorcas. "So, which one of you is moving in with Ev and I?"

"Definitely Bat," Pandora said. 

"I can put up with the girls and so can Dora," Dorcas told Barty. "Guys are going to get fucking vicious in the next year or so, and if you get hurt it's my head. Anyways, Reg, let me take the charm off of you since it's my parents picking you up."

Hermione didn't think she'd ever get used to Dorcas's wandless magic. It worked perfectly and just in time for Anna, Dahar, and Glenn– three of the people on Slytherin's Quidditch team. 

"Hello, Dorcas, Dorcas's friends," Dahar said. Hermione watched with amusement as Barty sat straight up and fixed his tie. Dahar was clearly an idol of his.

"Hi, Nasir," Dorcas said, rolling her eyes at Barty like it happened all the time. 

It seemed casual, the way Dorcas glanced at her watch and nudged Evan, but Hermione remembered what Regulus had said about the twenty-minute sleeping spurts.

"Hello Anna and Aaron. Hello Dorcas. How are you? We're both very well, thanks," Glenn said, pantomiming his words with his hands. 

Dorcas rolled her eyes and opened her mouth, but whatever happened from there wasn't something important to Dorcas, because the memory simply whirled on.

[my-drama-heart2406]

Lee Jae Wook at the PRADA FW24 Menswear show in Milan

#my man in MILAN!🤩🔥😭🥳💖

@leejaewooknation 😉✨

[loverboybrightsideghost]

one of my favorite clark headcanons that i have (that is completely unsupported by canon) is that he's transgender by kryptonian standards. martha and jon kent raised him as a boy and as he grew up he never had any reason to doubt it at all, he was like yeah i'm a boy, makes sense. and then he gets to the fortress of solitude for the first time and it turns out how Gender works on krypton was just Different enough that clark doesn't really fit the kryptonian standards of whatever he was supposed to be. bonus points because this makes him feel like even more of an outsider as a kryptonian, even if he's the last one left.

[serenhob]

Had a battle with a lift and finished this

[ratbastarddotfuck]

Speaking over trans women lol

telling you (general) not to degender trans people you're criticising isn't an act of transmisogyny, anon.

[squishosaur]

hey man. i'm just saying. why would we put inexperienced teenagers with over-inflated egos and obvious emotional issues into combat classes and make them claw their way to the top of their dorms and expect things to just run smoothly. who actually thought this

[eggsistential-basket]

guys i've let my ego get wrapped up in my gpa again but even worse than high school this time

[losticaruss]

one class should NOT be messing me up this bad

[starpros-sunshine]

If I loved Wataei less I might be able to talk about them more....

[thots-n-prayers-2137]

wow. really nice to see someone react to my tags like this

breakup songs are so lame now sorry i feel like every charting breakup song you hear these days is like waah you left me but whatever you sucked anyway and im way too hot for you and too cool. why cant anyone be miserable anymore. no more im killing myself because you left music on the radios?!?!

[the-mehlwurm]

I just used the perfume I used in 10th grade (because the perfume I normally use is empty and I don't want to buy a new one until this one's empty) and omg. It smells like being forgotten by your friends at the train station in hamburg after being pushed down the stairs and having a panicattack on the train while accidentally driving in the wrong direction and then getting screamed at by those friends in front of the whole class because you didn't see them waiting for you on the train station you got out because you weren't wearing your glasses

[doomednarrativeismymiddlename]

I want to drop out so fucking badly school is killing me why did i have to born with a deep desire for knowledge this sucks so much

[angered-box]