#ceo!mattheo riddle

[riddlesrizzler]

𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝘾𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚 𝘾𝙪𝙥

pt.2, pt.3

summary: Fate intervenes when a ruthless CEO's coffee cup spills, leaving him captivated by a stranger and her unforgettable name.

characters: ceo! mattheo. reader.

warnings: none, just some background of ceo! matty

word count: 1.2k

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The smell of freshly brewed espresso and warm pastries drifted through the air as the glass door swung open, alerting the barista at the counter with a chime that sounded along the lines of a sleigh bell. The crisp morning breeze rushes in for a moment every time a customer walks in or out, causing the patrons who chose to sit by the door to shiver from the October air.

The coffee shop hums with the soft mummers of various conversations, punctuated by the occasional clatter of ceramic cups and the hiss of milk being steamed. Sunlight filters though the large glass windows, casting golden rays onto the old wooden floors. The barista moving with an elegance, a simple art form, as she arranges every drink.

Mattheo Riddle, stood off to the side where the counter ended. The station where his usual large black coffee was delivered, but with the influx of people, he was stuck waiting between a man who was listening to his EDM music too loud and a woman who wouldn't stop complaining about her mother in law to the other person on the end of her phone. Mattheo was growing impatient.

As CEO of Riddle and Co, Mattheo was not used to waiting. If he demanded something, he was sure to get said wish. He didn't care who he had to step on in order to make every desire, every want, he had fall into the rough palms of his hands.

He was cold and calculating. A man who dominated the business world with an iron fist. Carved from the shadows and steel, someone who's presence commands both the nauseating feeling of fear and the slow-burning spark of admiration. His sharp, calculating eyes-dark as the void, miss nothing, always scanning for weakness, and opportunity to get ahead.

He's ruthlessly ambitious, he moved through the corporate world like a storm, disarming obstacles with precision and leaving nothing to chance. His heart, though most claim that it was nonexistent, beats for one thing, power. Compassion is a liability, and trust is a currency that he keeps safe in a vault. In his dark world, success is not inherhited, it is taken.

He felt like he had been waiting for hours, but according to the sleek watch that he wore, it had only been ten minutes. He fidgets with the titanium cufflinks on his pressed suit when his coffee order had been called out. An agitated huff leaves his lips before he takes two steps towards the counter as he retrieved the hot beverage. He had turned towards the exit, already strategizing about his next meeting, his next move.

And then - impact.

A soft gasp, and then the warmth of the liquid that had been once contained in his white paper cup, was now all over his leather shoes. His jaw was tensed in rage as his gaze turned cold as it lowered to the idiot who had gotten in his way. Ready to yell at the person for not looking where they were going, but when his eyes finally reached the person's form, which was also covered in his beverage, he felt his mouth go dry.

A young woman stood before him, her eyes wide with alarm and guilt, her once colorful sweater had been damped by the brown coffee that now stained her clothes. she was flustered, her cheeks red with embarrassment as she scrambled to grab the paper thin napkins on the counter. Her lips start to part in order to let her apologies spill.

"I-I'm so sorry", she blurted out, her hands reaching towards him with the napkins clutched so tightly in her fist. She looked like she had committed the biggest crime in the world.

Mattheo didn't move at first. There was no sigh in annoyance or huff in irritation. He simply titled his head to the side, taking in every little detail of the beautiful creature in front of him. Finally, he had managed to find the voice that usually wields such power, but now it was nothing but a mutter.

"It's... it's fine", he manages to say as he hesitantly takes the napkins from her shaking hands and brushes it over the specks on coffee that had gotten onto his suit.

"Please let me buy you another one", the girl bit her bottom lip as her face seemed to hold such an immense amount of guilt, one that Mattheo was unfamiliar with.

"It's fine. Really", Mattheo said as he looked over her drenches figure once more. She had seemed to take the brunt of the spill as half of her was now wet and brown. He clears his throat before taking the unused napkins and holding them out towards her.

"You look like you need it more."

The girl smiled softly, something that conveyed that she was still embarrassed over the interaction but she was appreciative of his gesture. Taking the napkins back into her hand, their fingers brushing over one another during the transfer. Mattheo swears he feels something in his chest that borders the warmth of the coffee that now pooled in his socks.

"Thank you", she says, her voice warm and soft, was it silly that it reminded him of sunlight? He shook his head as he brings his attention back to the girl.

"I'm sorry about your sweater" he says gruffly. Mattheo Riddle never apologized, not even when he left half of his marketing team go right before the Christmas holidays. Mattheo showed no signs of remorse, and yet there was something about this simple coffee spill that seemed to make feel... sorry?

"It's okay", the girl laughed. Her hands pausing her movements on cleaning the sweater that was probably ruined.

"These things happen", she said with a shrug before moving towards the trash can next to them to throw away the sopping napkins. He nods his head at her response. These things did happen, so why did he feel so strange?

Mattheo looked back to the watch that sat on his wrist, he needed to go. He had a business to run after all. A sigh escapes his lips before he looks back up at the girl who still seems slightly flustered.

"I have to go, work", it was barely a sentence, but it was all that Mattheo could muster up at the moment. He wasn't sure what was going on with his brain but he was pretty sure that he had slipped into an alternate dimension.

The girl nods her head, saying something again about how sorry she was. Her lips pressing into a thin line as rambled about expressing her apologetic state, which Mattheo nodded along to before he had started towards the exit, making his way to the glass door with the tiny chime of a bell.

Only he seemed to pause, his hand lingered over the handle as he heard out the barista call out a name. A name that belonged to the girl who was wearing his beverage. A name that seemed to suck the breath from his lungs as his mind replayed the name over and over again.

"y/n"

[mrsbarnesblog]

Masterlist <3

Bucky Barnes

jersey - college! bucky barnes x reader

push him - avenger! bucky barnes x PR manager! reader

stay quiet for me - modern! bucky barnes x reader

little games - gamer! bucky barnes x reader

sandcastles - CEO! husband! bucky barnes x reader

new purchase - mob! bucky barnes x reader

firewood - lumberjack! bucky barnes x reader

i can't let you get hurt - brother's best friend! bucky barnes x reader

don't hide - mechanic! bucky barnes x reader

my everything - avenger! bucky barnes x reader

personal pillow - avenger! bucky barnes x reader

i trust you - avenger! bucky barnes x reader

you deserve the world - college! bucky barnes x reader

barbie - avenger! bucky barnes x reader

wakanda - avenger! bucky barnes x reader (part 2)

we could've done it earlier - avenger! bucky barnes x reader

night - avenger! bucky barnes x reader

snowman - avenger! bucky barnes x reader

Mattheo Riddle

for you - mattheo riddle x reader

dating mattheo headcanons

Rafe Cameron

girls' night - soft! rafe cameron x reader

social anxiety - rafe cameron x reader

meeting - rafe cameron x pregnant!reader

kicks - rafe cameron x pregnant!reader

vampire diaries - rafe cameron x reader

i need help - rafe cameron x reader

just a friend - bf!rafe cameron x reader

blanket - rafe cameron x reader

baby daddy - rafe cameron x reader

i am not the only one who saw that, right? - rafe cameron x reader

girls hitting on rafe - rafe cameron x reader

my girl - rafe cameron x reader

clothed in confidence - rafe cameron x baddie! reader

the “it” couple - rafe cameron x reader

bathroom break - rate cameron x reader

first choice - rafe cameron x reader

just us - rafe cameron x pogue!reader

loyalty - rafe cameron x pogue!reader

cost of betrayal - rafe cameron x pogue!reader

when the time is right - rafe cameron x reader

one step at a time - rafe cameron x reader

caught - rafe cameron x reader

dirty work - rafe cameron x maid!reader

wrecked - rafe cameron x reader

the broken sink - rafe cameron x reader

P!Links

OBX boys

[girllblogging777]

AFTER HOURS

ceo!husband mattheo riddle x reader

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 2k

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : mattheo comes home after a long day of work, seeking comfort from his wife

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

the townhouse was quiet when the clock in the hall chimed half-past eleven. you sat curled into the corner of the velvet sofa, legs tucked beneath you, a cup of chamomile tea lukewarm in your hands. your book had fallen shut on your lap nearly an hour ago, but you hadn’t moved. not really. not since you realized mattheo wouldn’t be home for dinner. again.

this wasn’t uncommon. not exactly. As CEO of one of the most elite magical innovation firms in the wizarding world, mattheo’s days were long and his meetings were endless. investors, press, R&D teams with volatile spelltech prototypes… all of it demanded his sharp mind and sharper tongue. but lately, it had felt different. he hadn’t just been busy. he’d been… distant. not cold, just tired. stretched thin.

you never doubted he loved you. not even for a second. still, you missed him.

the townhouse felt bigger without him in it. too quiet. roo still.

you were half-asleep, head resting on your fist, when the soft click of the front door broke the silence. the lock shifted. boots landed on the hardwood. a coat rustled.

you didn’t move.

“love?” his low voice, rough with exhaustion curled through the hallway before he stepped into view.

mattheo looked wrecked.

his suit jacket was slung over one arm, tie loose around his neck, hair a tousled mess like he’d run his fingers through it a hundred times today. his eyes, sharp and storm-dark but usually so composed, softened the second they met yours.

he blinked, like maybe he wasn’t sure you were still awake.

“hi,” you said quietly.

he exhaled a breath he’d been holding since noon, maybe longer. “you’re still up.”

“I waited.”

he dropped his jacket over the arm of the chair and crossed the room in a few strides, crouching down in front of you, his knees brushing the rug. he didn’t say anything at first, just rested his head on your knee like he’d done a hundred times before, his hands wrapping gently around your calves.

you ran your fingers through his hair, slow and soft, and he sighed. the kind of sigh that let go of everything.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured into the fabric of your lounge pants. “I didn’t mean to stay this late again. I swear I meant to come home hours ago.”

“I figured,” you said, trying to keep it light, but there was a hitch in your voice you couldn’t quite hide.

he looked up at you, guilt written all over him. “I missed you all day.”

“you always say that,” you whispered, smiling just a little.

“because it’s always true.” he leaned up, cupping your face in one hand, thumb brushing your cheek. “you’re the only thing I look forward to anymore.”

you stared at him for a moment, then moved aside the book and patted the couch.

“come here, then.”

he didn’t hesitate. just climbed onto the sofa and pulled you into his arms like it was the only place he belonged. his body molded against yours, long legs tangled with yours beneath the throw blanket, his head resting against your shoulder. you held him like you were trying to wrap around all the parts of him the world had scraped raw.

“tell me about your day,” you whispered into his hair.

“only if you promise to wake me up if I fall asleep in the middle of it,” he mumbled, already melting against you.

you smiled, tracing lazy circles on his back. “deal.”

mattheo didn’t start talking right away. he just hummed low in his throat and burrowed further into you, one hand slipping under the blanket to rest on your waist. his fingertips were cold, but his touch was careful. familiar.

a moment passed before he spoke. his voice was softer now, quiet in the way people talk when they’re barely holding their eyes open.

“it was long,” he murmured.

you nodded, brushing your hand through his hair. “I figured.”

he let out a slow breath against your neck, and it hit you how heavy he felt tonight. not just physically… though his full weight was half-draped over you. but emotionally too. like something in him had given out the moment he walked through the door.

“meetings ran late,” he said. “someone from the office kept pushing numbers that didn’t add up, and no one wanted to say anything, so I had to be the asshole again.”

your hand stilled in his hair.

“you’re not an asshole.”

he let out a tired little sound, not quite a laugh. “I am, actually. to most people. not to you.”

you kissed the top of his head. “not even close.”

he went quiet for a bit after that. just breathing. one of his hands moved slowly under your shirt, resting flat and warm against the curve of your back. he just needed to feel your skin, like it reminded him what was real.

“you ever think,” he mumbled, eyes closed now, “that we’re too young to be living like this?”

you blinked, surprised by the question.

“like what?”

he shifted a little, tightening his hold on you. “townhouse. marriage. me running a company that scares half the room when I walk in. you waiting up for me like some 1950s housewife with better hair.”

you snorted. “I didn’t wait up. I fell asleep here. accidentally.”

he huffed a quiet breath that might’ve been a smile. “right.”

then he went quiet again. you could tell he was getting sleepy because the pauses between his thoughts were getting longer, his grip looser but still there. like muscle memory.

“but yeah,” he murmured eventually. “sometimes I think it’s all too much.”

you leaned your cheek against his forehead. “and other times?”

he didn’t respond right away.

“sometimes I come home, and you’re here. and I think… I’d do all of it again. just to get this part.”

your throat tightened but you didn’t say anything. you didn’t have to.

the fire crackled softly in the background. rain tapped at the window.

mattheo let out another long breath and pressed a soft kiss to your collarbone. barely there, just a brush of warmth.

“I hate missing things with you,” he whispered, eyes still closed. “dinner. the dumb show you like. just... existing near you.”

you curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “you’re here now.”

“yeah,” he said. “and I’m not going anywhere.”

and he didn’t.

he just held you. let his day fall off his shoulders and into your hands. let the quiet settle between you like a blanket heavier than the one draped over your legs. no more work talk. no more weight. just two people on a couch, late at night, tangled together in a kind of love no one else ever got to see.

eventually, his breathing slowed again. you could feel the moment he fell asleep, his hand going still on your waist, the little twitch in his brow fading.

and you stayed like that until the fire burned low. until the rain stopped. until the world felt very far away and wonderfully small, just the two of you curled into each other in the living room of your shared home.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a/n : hey pookies, hope everyone is doing well ! one thing about me is that i’ll always be a sucker for domestic fluff. hope you like it xx

[nottswitch]

⌗ AU LIST ᭝

au – alternate universe; a story or a setting that is separated significantly from canon. a collection of all aus you can find on my blog.

── ꒰ au drabbles ꒱ ── ꒰ readers list ꒱

── ꒰ theo nott ꒱

⌗ | barista!theo ⌗ | alien!theo ⌗ | sister’s bf!theo ⌗ | chef!theo ⌗ | lead singer!theo ⌗ | cult leader!theo ⌗ | ceo!theo ⌗ | bully!theo ⌗ | pimp!theo ⌗ | bsf's ex!theo ⌗ | gamer!theo ⌗ | bully's bf!theo

── ꒰ mattheo riddle ꒱

⌗ | bodyguard!mattheo ⌗ | drummer!mattheo ⌗ | male stripper!mattheo ⌗ | devil!mattheo ⌗ | bsf's ex!mattheo ⌗ | stuntman!mattheo ⌗ | bully!mattheo ⌗ | pro-quidditch!mattheo ⌗ | construction worker!mattheo ⌗ | football!mattheo ⌗ | dj!mattheo ⌗ | prisoner!mattheo

── ꒰ lorenzo berkshire ꒱

⌗ | guitarist!lorenzo ⌗ | bully!lorenzo ⌗ | brother’s bsf!lorenzo

── ꒰ slytherin boys ꒱

⌗ | sinners never pray ; a band au ⌗ | slytherin bullies ⌗ | slytherin fratboys

[vshiftsss]

MY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS - (MULTIPLE DRS)

hello everyone!

since it’s valentine’s day, i’ve decided to finally commit to a post idea that’s been sitting in my drafts for-fucking-ever. i’m going to talk about my relationships in my drs and small things about them <33

HOGWARTS UNI DR: MATTHEO RIDDLE

dynamic: enemies to lovers (ofc) / brother’s best friend

honestly, the only reason i’m shifting for mattheo in particular is because i like his archetype, and from what i’ve seen about him, he intrigues me. i feel the same way in my dr, though the subtle fascination is paired with a rampant irritation i feel every time i look at him. we keep the insults to a minimum since my brother blaise is close with him, but in the rare moments we’re alone, we don’t hold back. there’s a deeper level of respect that prevents us from going too far, but ultimately, it’s the typical enemies-to-lovers pipeline. i’m excited for this one because it also has an academic rivals aspect to it.

FAME DR: SABRINA CARPENTER

dynamic: friends to lovers / friends with benefits / secret dating

ah, sabrina…the loml here and in my dr! i adore her and this was just a sudden realization i had when i was listening to her music. in this dr, me and her were both on disney channel around the same time, so we knew of each other’s existence. however, we don’t really become friends until 2023 (the year i’m shifting to). then, yk, its the classic “will they, won’t they” situation until we start dating. no angst here (hopefully). sigh, i love her.

SPIDERVERSE DR: PETER PARKER

dynamic: friends to lovers / opposites attract

MY MAN!!! the man i’ve been wanting since i first watched into the spiderverse. love him, love his concept, and i really like his voice. and his face. so i’m dating him. as some of you know, in my spiderverse dr, i’m from the future, so it’s the opposites attract trope. i’m looking forward to the interactions we’ll have. also, we’ll meet through the whole kingpin situation. eek i love him.

BAKERY DR: MYSTERY MAN #1

dynamic: soulmates / nonbeliever & hopeless romantic (me 😞)

last but not least, the man with no name. or face. literally just gave him a voiceclaim and said he was a rich ceo. he is extremely handsome though! he also appears in my dreams. we’re soulmates, and in my dr your soulmate appears in all your dreams. could be a main character, could be a background extra. doesn’t matter. i’m hella invested in this whole soulmate thing, so imagine my surprise when dreamy man from my dreams shows up at my bakery late at night. HE DOESNT EVEN BELIEVE IN SOULMATES!!! so i have to convince him somehow. i’ll pull him in with my croissants and coffee, for sure.

(i hope.)

sidenote: i’m cutting it close, but i’ve been distracted all day. also, i’ll be posting about my outer banks dr soon. happy valentine’s day!

END OF POST - HAPPY SHIFTING!

[harryssattelitestomper]

Fic Recs I

My fave fics:

🌷 = personal fav, 💋 = smut,

Harry Styles:

Hummingbirds 🌷

Honey (series)

Flatmate

Couple in flat 102

Two hearts one home

dad!harry

boredom and blinddates

cabin fever

demon!harry

ruin me 💋

magnetic

maisy and harry are just friends

the fall

all that you are

only we know

something blue

ceo!harry

collide

dad!harry

backstage business 💋

perfume

likes to watch 💋

let your hair down

in the woods 💋

The Box

room 426 💋

painted on your back 💋

one with nature 💋

Not like a friend

Enemies to Lovers 🌷

OBX

Rafe Cameron:

Four

Waking up to you

And, boy, you got her

Hate to be lame

Texts

Sweetheart!reader (ig)

F1

Lando Norris:

Forgotten netiquette

Smitten

best friends 4 ever

ig

how do you turn this thing off

hot wings

it’ll grow back

pasta

birkin mom

parents these days

finally

just us and steve

south of france

Spencer Reid:

One

unexpected visitor

bombshell AU

Oscar Piastri:

Stupid appendix,

Puppy lover girl

Arthur Leclerc:

Middle man

A million kisses (smau)

HARRY POTTER

Sirius Black

Libraries and abs

Little lies

A dog person (a series)

Normal

No fondling in the dog house 🌷

This early dancing 🌷

Love and mandrakes

Draco Malfoy

Buy me presents

Mattheo Riddle

Azucar

Veritaserum

James Potter

After the game

Dad!James & Bsf!reader (masterlist)

Theodore Nott

Tom Riddle

Husband!Tom Riddle (masterlist)

ACOTAR

Infinitesimal

MASTERLIST

Azriel

In the sheets

It’s the shadows 2

The quiet ones

Crush (one-shot series)

Cauldron-born

Brighten up the sky

Love of choice

The bet part2

Little Thing

Black eye

Tight enough

Late nights and faerie wine (drunk!reader)

Fic recs (masterlist, @imxnotxhere )

Witching hour

The girl who cheated death 🌷

Leisurely

The one with the best she’s ever had 🌷

Blood red

Your love is my drug

All I want

Arcane 🌷

Drunk words, sober thoughts 🌷

Dirty work

Middle lf the night 🌷

Cassian

Words of affirmation

And if my wishes came true, it would have been you

Who do you belong to? 💋

Secrets I keep

[localnerdforsteveharrington]

Kinktober (CLOSED)

Hi everyone, so this year I decided to do Harry Potter/ Marauders Era kinktober and was hoping you could all send in requests based on the options below, I will also accept if you want two or three characters, thanks xx

Reminder: this is all 16+ as that is there legal age in the uk and since I live here, I’m going by the rules here. Thanks hope you guys enjoy xx

Character suggestions:

Marauders Era -

James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans, Mary McDonald, Marlene McKinnon and Regulus Black.

Golden Era -

Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Lorenzo Berkshire, Theo Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger, Oliver Wood, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Charlie Weasley and Neville Longbottom.

Kink suggestions:

praise, thigh riding, squirting, hate sex, innocence kink, daddy/mommy kink, dacryphilia, sir/master kink, corruption kink, threesome, overstimulation, edging, exhibitionism, voyuerism, biting, knife kink, marking kink, spanking, car sex, somnophilia, degradation, temperature play, cockwarming, possessiveness, size kink, masterbation, breeding kink, safeword, begging, choking.

Trope suggestions:

only one bed, criminal, supernatural, neighbour, dilf/milf, mob, bodyguard, ceo, coffee shop, florist, modern, college, royalty, pornstar, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, dadsbestfriend, bestfriends!parent, fairytale, horror/slasher.

Note: you can supply your own kink or trope if you don’t see it listed and you can also pick more than one but one of them will be considered main so there are enough days.

[dr4cking]

porn links vol. 2 ೃ༄

▷ 2k celebration edition ◁

navigation

(as i promised, another porn links for my 2k celebration)

draco malfoy

stepbro!draco railing you in the middle of the night | 2

stepbro!draco taking your innocence | 2

stepdad!draco claiming you | 2

thigh riding stepdad!draco

mob!draco punishing you | 2

dom!draco torturing you

dom!draco breeding you | 2 | 3 | 4

ceo!draco fucking your thighs | 2 | 3

master!draco fucking his filthy maid

enemy!draco claiming you as his dirty whore | 2

prof!draco taking you on his desk | 2

having a detention with classmate!draco

hate and angry sex with your rival, mob!draco

roommate!draco helping you relax

showering with rommate!draco

best friend!draco ruining your innocence

legal student!draco fucking the youngest professor

getting off sub!draco

dom!draco fucking your tits

pegging sub!draco

dom!draco making you squirt

riding sub!draco’s face

bestfriend!draco eating you out | 2

riding gamer!draco

theodore nott

theo fingering you

home alone with stepbro!theo

tom riddle

obedient pet for master!tom

first time with your boyfriend, tom

tom punishing his filthy brat

mattheo riddle

roommate!mattheo taking you on the couch

enemies with benefits with mattheo

cedric diggory

neighbor!cedric in your house

best friend!cedric

pansy parkinson

first time with dom!pansy

friends with benefits with pansy

james potter

morning soft sex with james

james breeding you full until you’re dripping

stepbro!james taking you on the kitchen counter

sirius black

sirius pumped you full with his cum

dom!sirius teasing you

remus lupin

riding prof!remus in his private room

trying to get off on dom!remus cock

wolfstar

sirius x remus using you

double breeding from your masters

poly!marauders

torturing you until you’re a crying mess

lily evans

soft dom!lily pleasuring you

getting intimate with lily

[sheeple]

Main masterlist

→ MOODBOARDS ← GO BACK

House of the Dragon

[Lady Strong] Strong!reader / Angst? Summary: It's not easy being a Strong; with a mother who committed suicide, a father who sired three children out of wedlock and then died for it, and a creepy uncle who has nefarious plans for his niece, it's hard to find people who truly mean the best for you. Luckily there are your brothers and your fiance... right?

[A purple-coloured eye for your purple-eyed son] [A purple-eyed bride for your green-coloured son]  [A green-coloured brother for a black allied son]

[Unconditional] Modern!au / College/Uni!au / Mob!au / Chubby!Aegon Summary: When Helaena's 'friend' suddenly comes into the picture, something about her draws Aegon in. Even when signs point to run as far, far away as he can.

Marvel Cinematic Universe

[Headcanon madness] crack Summary: A fan asks a question about headcanons and you open your can of worms [Thirst tweets] crack Summary: Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, and (Y/n) (Y/l/n) are at Buzzfeed, reading thirst tweets.

[Itchy sweaters] Bucky x reader / CEO!au / arranged marriage!au / fashion designer!au Summary: Love comes in unexpected places and in many forms, everybody knows that but we often forget it. It can come as enjoyment in your job, brunch with friends, gifts, or an arranged marriage.

[Mamma Mia!] Bucky x reader / drabble / fluff

[Wrong turn] Bucky x OC / Mafia!au / uni!au / Dutch!OC Summary: In which a stubborn girl learns that sometimes it’s better to walk around a block, even if it’s ten minutes longer.

Harry Potter 

Theodore Nott

[Miracles don’t exist] Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / fear / little happy moments / kinda slowburn Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons.

Mattheo Riddle

[Heirs of Hogwarts] Nuisance to Lovers / Fake dating / Fluff / No Voldy au Summary: After finding out your (now ex)boyfriend cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about, you decide to get into a fake relationship with the kid of another founder of Hogwarts. What could go wrong?

[Puck you!] Modern!au / Ice hockey!au Summary: You decide to go to an ice hockey game on your own and end up with a broken nose, a round trip to the ER, and a boyfriend.

Blaise Zabini

[In the dark of the moon] Strangers to friends/crushes / 6th year / I tried to make it suspensfull Summary: While on a school assignment to an astronomy table, you and Blaise get attacked by something

Star Wars

Something’s brewing

Call of Duty

[Supersoldier!reader] headcannons [follow up] [concubine!König] headcannons [Regency!Soap] one shot [John has liked your photo!] John Price and his scandalously young date part 1 | part 2 | part 3-ish

[riddlesrizzler]

𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧! 𝙨𝙡𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨

headcanons of high power! slytherin boys.

warnings: i think there is one mention of sex, but none other than that.

⟡ ݁₊ . includes: ceo! mattheo, lawyer! theo, investment banker! draco, surgeon! enzo, and fbi agent! blaise.

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If you ever thought that fate or religion was something that controlled the world, you would be mistaken. Instead of some divine fate ruling over the decisions of the people, it belonged to five men, the high power! slytherin boys.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵

⟡ ݁₊ .I believe that Draco and Blaise knew each other before the rest of the boys, but they all crossed paths during their elite university years- and institution known for breeding the rich, the brilliant, and the dangerously ambitious.

⟡ ݁₊ .Their friendship wasn't instant, because let's face it, they all have some sort of trust issues. It was built on sharp intellect, whispered secrets,and an unspoken understanding that they were different than the rest.

⟡ ݁₊ .I don't think Mattheo and Draco got a long at first. Probably because they were way too similar for their own good. But somewhere along the way, their dynamic settled.

⟡ ݁₊ .They were young, drunk on power and money, handsome men that all had the brilliant idea of living together.

⟡ ݁₊ . Draco would take care of the finances, making sure everything was paid on time (and took a little extra from each of them to funnel into an investment portfolio because he knew they were going to be successful).

⟡ ݁₊ .Mattheo threw the parties. Somehow, even with his cutthroat business-minded nature, Mattheo knew how to turn the place into a spot for the best exclusive parties. If there was alcohol, loud music and questionable decisions being made at 2 AM, it was his doing for sure.

⟡ ݁₊ .Theo hated messes. It was an unspoken rule that if you left your dishes in the sink for more than a day, he would throw them off their top story balcony. So I guess the rule was unspoken, but the message was very clear.

⟡ ݁₊ .You could never find Blaise, no one ever knew where he was half the time. He'd disappear for days, then show up nonchalantly like he had been there the whole time. Once Enzo tried to ask but Blaise shot him a look that sais, "You don't want to know."

⟡ ݁₊ .Enzo loved to cook for everyone (when he felt like it). He would make restaurant- level meals but only when he was in the mood. Otherwise, it was every man for himself.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤

⟡ ݁₊ .The Leader- Mattheo Riddle- not because he demands it, but everyone knows his dangerous reputation. When he speaks, they listen. When he decides, it's final.

⟡ ݁₊ .The Shadow- Blaise Zabini- the one who never says more than necessary but knows everything about everyone. He's the one they turn to for discretion, for quiet eliminations of problems before they become problems.

⟡ ݁₊ .The Strategist- Theo Nott- he sees the angles no one else does, plays the long game, and it the most morally ambiguous of them all. They never ask how he gets his information, only that it's always right.

⟡ ݁₊ .The Face- Draco Malfoy- the charmer, the one who can walk into any room and own it. He is the golden boy of the gorup, though with his sharp tongue and ruthless streak to prove he's just as cutthroat as the rest.

⟡ ݁₊ .The Wildcard- Enzo Berkshire- the brilliant surgeon with hands steady enough to save lives but a smirk that he'd rather be causing chaos. He keeps them entertains, diffuses tension with wit, but he's no less dangerous than the rest.

𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴

⟡ ݁₊ .Monday- 10:43 AM

Draco: Who used my name to buy three cases of expensive scotch and have it delivered to Blaise’s apartment?

Mattheo: That is a wild accusation, Malfoy.

Theo: Oh, so you’re not denying it?

Mattheo: I didn’t say that.

Blaise: I’ll take them.

Draco: NO. You all have your own money. BUY YOUR OWN.

Mattheo: But it tastes better when it’s technically stolen.

⟡ ݁₊ .Friday- 1:15 AM

Enzo: Why are there 57 missed calls in this chat.

Theo: Because your best friend decided it was a good idea to start a fight with a literal senator tonight.

Enzo: …which one of them.

Blaise: Mattheo.

Draco: Obviously.

Enzo: …Why?

Mattheo: In my defense, he started it.

Draco: By existing?

Mattheo: No, by saying my company was “soulless.” So I asked if his mistress thought he had a soul.

Theo: And that’s when security was called.

Blaise: I left before it got interesting.

Enzo: I hate this group.

⟡ ݁₊ .Sunday- 1:50 PM

Theo: If any of you come to my apartment unannounced again, I will press charges.

Mattheo: So dramatic.

Draco: This is about last night, isn’t it.

Theo: YES. I woke up to find Blaise sitting in my kitchen drinking my very expensive coffee and Mattheo asleep on my couch LIKE HE LIVES HERE.

Mattheo: I did live there. Once. Long ago.

Theo: Get out.

⟡ ݁₊ .Wednesday- 4:05 AM

Draco: Who the f— just tried to transfer 10k from our old college account?

Mattheo: …I can explain.

Theo: No, you really can’t.

Enzo: Why do we still have that account?

Blaise: I assumed Draco was hoarding it for an emergency.

Draco: I AM. So why is Mattheo spending it??

Mattheo: To fund a very important endeavor.

Draco: …which is?

Mattheo: Buying a ridiculous gift for my girlfriend.

Theo: I knew it.

Blaise: She’s got him whipped.

Mattheo: I REFUSE to be slandered like this.

Enzo: You tried to commit financial fraud for a woman who dresses like a fairytale character.

Mattheo: And I’d do it again

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴

⟡ ݁₊ .Ceo! mattheo x teacher- grumpy x sunshine

⟡ ݁₊ .No one will ever change my mind that ceo! mattheo and teacher! reader belong together.

⟡ ݁₊ .He is dark, sophisticated, and organized. While they are covered in glitter most of the time, holding a million papers that needed to be graded, all while sporting a very hungry caterpillar hat.

⟡ ݁₊ .They show him that the world isn’t all business deals and cutthroat conversations, that every once and a while he can be soft.

⟡ ݁₊ .Lawyer! theo x journalist- enemies to lovers

⟡ ݁₊ .He can twist words to make the most awful people in the world seem innocent, while journalist! reader wants the truth.

⟡ ݁₊ .They are fire and ice, always butting heads with each other. Arguments are their source of communication, but somewhere along the way, they see that they aren't so different from each other after all.

⟡ ݁₊ .Investment Banker! draco x politician- friends with benefits.

⟡ ݁₊ .Draco needs someone to keep up with him and his arrogant behavior, so when he meets politician! reader who commands the room like they own it, he knew he had found his match.

⟡ ݁₊ .It started off with a bet, who could get more connections at the end of a networking event, but then it leads to them in the bathroom ripping off each others clothes.

⟡ ݁₊ .Of course, it started as convenience. Something to help them both relieve tension, but then they start to find out that they aren't as heartless as they thought they were.

⟡ ݁₊ .Surgeon! enzo x bookshop owner- golden retriever x black cat.

⟡ ݁₊ .When teacher! reader brings around their good friend, bookshop owner! reader, who supplies the book to their classroom, enzo is completely in love.

⟡ ݁₊ .They are the total opposites of each other. enzo is loud, cocky, charming and bookshop owner! reader is... not.

⟡ ݁₊ .This however this does not stop enzo from coming into their store afterwork every day in order to pester them until he eventually convinces them to go out on a date.

⟡ ݁₊ .Fbi agent! blaise x art historian- slow burn.

⟡ ݁₊ .First time blaise meets art historian! reader is when he is at a gala at an art museum for a mission. But he finds himself staring at a piece, only to turn his head to see them also staring at the same piece.

⟡ ݁₊ .Art historian! reader loves mysteries. Things of the past that have been long forgotten and yet unsolvable, blaise? loves solving things.

⟡ ݁₊ .I think it would take a long time for them to admit their feelings to each other. They are both guarded in their own, quiet and reserved way, that I think it would take a while for them to fully trust each other.

𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭

⟡ ݁₊ .No one remembers exactly how it started, but their friensip was inevitable.

⟡ ݁₊ .What started as tension, rivalries, and underestimation turned into something unbreakable. They found in each other the only people that could keep up.

⟡ ݁₊ .Now? They run their industries. together. Because power is nothing without the people who will burn down the world for you.

[riddlesrizzler]

𝘼 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝

𝘱𝘵.2 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘊𝘶𝘱

summary: A chance encounter leaves Mattheo Riddle obsessed with a girl who unknowingly turned his world upside down.

characters: ceo! mattheo. teacher! reader

warnings: none, just ceo! mattheo getting his world rocked.

word count: 1.3k

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The first time Mattheo had stepped into that coffee shop, it was only supposed to be for a moment. a mindless routine of caffeine and efficiency before he buried himself in another day of deals and deadlines. He had barely registered the soft hum of whatever jazz station had been playing that morning or the rich scent of espresso that curled into the air. An insignificant five minutes that didn't take away from his day, and yet those five minutes had turned into something with greater significance.

He had met her.

Well met might have not really been the right word with the catastrophe that followed the moment he had turned to the door, only to end in the result of her wearing most of his sumatra blend. The girl with the colorful sweater and eyes that shown with such intense guilt as she tried to hand him napkins as her perfect lips spilled apologises.

Y/N

She hadn't even really done anything that was extraordinary, he should have been livid that she had ruined his three thousand dollar shoes. But when she tucked a strand of lose hair behind her ear, there was something that started to stir within his chest. There was a lightness about her, a way that she carried herself that seemed effortless and unbothered, a stark contrast to the calculated world he had created.

Mattheo wasn't a man who dwelled on distractions. He didn't believe in fate, or serendipity, or any of those ridiculous notions that people seemed to cling onto which made them pathetic. Every success he had was built from careful planning, calculated moves, and ruthless ambition. Nothing about the life he led- his company, his reputation, his name- were left to chance.

But if Mattheo didn't believe in fate, then why the hell did he keep coming back to the coffee shop?

Monday, he convinced himself it was coincidence, he just needed something to get him through the day. Tuesday, he reasoned that the coffee here wasn't that terrible. Wednesday, he found himself sitting by one of the large glass windows, his fingers drumming against the heavy watch that sat on his wrist. Thursday, he started to wonder if she had been nothing more than a fever dream- something his own brain had created as he teetered between the thin line of exhaustion and stress. Friday, he had started to research different therapists in the area because the only logical explanation that he had for his behavior is that he had gone mad.

But then the bell above the door chimed as someone walked in, Mattheo felt annoyance grow as he turned his head up to see if maybe it was the girl. Cursing himself for doing it every time that bell rang, he was not better than those dogs in Pavlov's experiment. The air had shifted- like the world around him stopped rotating because through that door had walked in her.

There she was.

The girl who had walked through the door held so much power and yet she didn't even know it. She had somehow possessed the CEO to make him return to the tiny coffee at the end of the street in order to catch a glimpse of the radiancy that she held. But she had no earthly clue.

She was wearing a dress, not just any dress- a deep navy fabric, scattered with golden constellations, tiny galaxies stitched into place like they had been crafted just for her. The stars shimmered as she moved towards the register. She was a walking universe in the middle of the dimly lit cafe, utterly oblivious to the fact that Mattheo Riddle- cold, ruthless, untouchable- was currently forgetting how to breathe.

He didn't feel entirely in control of his body as he let go of the ceramic cup that he had been gripping tightly in his hand as he moved towards the girl who seemed ethereal, like she belonged in one of the galaxies that shown on her dress.

She was studying the menu, delicate fingers lightly tapping against the counter, lost in thought, Oblivious. Completely unaware that, for the past five days her presence has been haunting him like a ghost.

Mattheo let the silence stretch for a moment just long enough for anticipation to coil tight in his chest before he finally gathered the courage to speak, courage he normally had a never ending supply of.

"Not bad."

Her reaction was immediate- her head turning towards him, her hair flowing over her shoulder to show off the stars that hung from her ears. Her eyebrows raising in surprise.

"It's you," she said as a flicker of recognition flickered across her face, as she realized that the man in front of her was the reason she had to wash her colorful sweater three times in order to get the stain out.

"You looked better with the coffee stain on your sweater," he murmured, his voice smooth as his dark gaze flickers down to the dress that she was wearing.

For a second, she didn't say anything. She simply blinked as her lips began to part as if she was simply caught off guard. Mattheo's heart seizes as he regrets coming off so cold so quickly, but then it hit his ears. The most beautiful sound that he had ever heard, one that a chorus of angels couldn't even compare to. She had laughed, a soft melodic laugh.

"Well," she giggled, at his blunt opinion of her outfit. Mattheo couldn't remember the last time he had ever made anyone laugh. Cry? He had made ten people cry this week alone. But laughter? He couldn't even begin to pinpoint a time.

She gestures down to herself, "no coffee stains today, Just space."

His gaze traced over the galaxies stitched into her dress, as if seeing them again for the first time. Although she looked ethereal, Mattheo was unsure of why she would ever need such a dress.

"Space?"

She smiled and nodded her head, and he felt it- like the earth was tilting under his feet as they spoke.

"It's Space Day at my school," she explained enthusiastically. "I'm a teacher at Applewood Elementary School. My students would absloutely riot if I didn't look 'out of this world'," she laughed with a tilt of her head.

A teacher.

Mattheo wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he hadn't guessed teacher for her profession. But yet it made perfect sense to him with the way she smiled. She was a beacon of light, her presence practically screamed warm and inviting.

"Unbelievable," he mutters under his breath as he runs his hand through the dark curls that he had styled earlier that morning. He exhaled sharply as he felt frustration coil into his chest.

Mattheo Riddle, the cold and heartless CEO, had been rattled by a teacher of all people?

He groans as he turns down to look at her sweet expression- curious and completely unaware that she and thrown his world off its axis.

She studied him for a moment, biting her lip as the barista handed her the beverage that she had ordered before this interaction, clearing her throat as she spoke again.

"I never caught your name last week."

Mattheo's attention was suddenly seized by the fact that she was asking for his name. She was asking about him, she had remembered their encounter from last week, he felt his heart grow a little lighter.

"Mattheo Riddle," he introduced himself just like he would to any other business partner. His words cold and precise like his name wasn't just any average name, but yet a title of power.

"Well, Mattheo, it's nice to officially meet you when we both aren't wearing coffee," she giggled once again, her eyes sparkled with a friendly warmth that not even the brightest star could mimic.

Then, just like that, she turned and walked towards the exit, the golden specs on her dress once again caught in the light that poured in from the glass windows.

Mattheo clenches his jaw, watching as she disappeared through the door to probably head to work. He ran his hands down his face as a groan of annoyance escapes his lips.

Damn it.

He was in trouble.

[riddlesrizzler]

𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚

𝘱𝘵. 3 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘊𝘶𝘱

summary: A brief encounter sparks something Mattheo didn't anticipate.

characters: ceo! mattheo. teacher! reader

warnings: none

word count: 1.3K

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Mattheo Riddle was a creature of habit. His life was built on structure- strategic moves, calculated risks, and an ironclad routine that ensured he remained in control at all times.

Every Saturday morning, without fail, he ran the same five-mile route through the city. He liked the way the early hours felt before the world fully woke up, the rhythmic pounding of his feet against the pavement drowning out the constant noise in his head. It was the one time in his day that did not demand a cutthroat decision or a ruthless negotiation.

But this Saturday was different.

Because as he rounded the corner near the end of his run, something shifted in the air- something unspoken, something electric. And then as if the universe itself had orchestrated the moment, he saw her.

Y/N

She had stepped out of the coffee shop, the same one he had haunted for an entire week just to catch a glimpse of her. But this time, she wasn't in a galaxy covered dress or a coffee stained sweater.

No, today, she looked... softer.

She was wearing light wash overalls, the straps loose over her shoulders, layered over a delicate white eyelet top. Her hair was loosely pulled back, a few strands of hair effortlessly slipped to frame her face like it was intentional. In one hand, she held a coffee cup- probably something sweet, he imagined- and in the other, a small bouquet of flowers, a mix of wild daises and soft pink roses.

Mattheo swore under his breath as his pace instinctively slowed.

This was not part of his plan.

But Mattheo Riddle was nothing if not adaptable.

So when she turned and nearly walked straight into him, it was almost too easy to let it happen.

"Oh-" she gasped, her coffee sloshing dangerously near the rim. "Wow, we really have a habit of running into each other, huh?"

Mattheo smirked, shifting his weight as he took a slow step back, giving her space he wasn't sure he wanted to give. "Maybe you should start watching where you're going."

She smiled, something along the lines of amusement as her eyes twinkled in the sunlight. "I think you are the common denominator here, Riddle."

He nearly flinched at how easily she said his name, like it wasn't something to be feared. Like he was just some guy she happended to see at a coffee shop and not the CEO of a multi-million-dollar company.

Intriguing.

His gaze flickered to the colorful flowers in her hand. "Those from a secret admirer?"

She glanced down at them, a small, almost embarrassed smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, these? I got them from the farmers market downtown for my classroom."

Right. She was a teacher. The thought still sat strangely in his mind. She seemed too... radiant for such a thankless job.

She lifted the bouquet slightly, as if explaining her actions. "I try to keep fresh flowers on my desk for my students. They get so excited about the little things, and I like to make the room feel welcoming, we're like a family after all."

Mattheo couldn't quite pinpoint why, but something about that sent a tight pull through his chest. He barely noticed when his hand flexed at his side, as if itching to reach for something he wasn't allowed to have.

Instead, he shifted the conversation before it could settle too deeply. "And the coffee?"

She lifted it slightly, her smile turning playful. "Hazelnut latte. My Saturday tradition during the school year, it's like a reward."

Mattheo made a noise of disapproval. "Too sweet."

She gasped in mock offense. "excuse me, not all of us like our coffee tasting like tar."

Mattheo chuckled, shaking his head. "You haven't had good espresso, then."

Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "And I suppose you consider yourself an expert, Mr. spills-his-coffee-on-innocent-bystanders?"

"I don't settle for anything less than the best." The words came out without thought, smooth and precise like every other statement he made. But this time, there was something different lurking beneath them, something unspoken.

And by the way her lips parted slightly-barely-he knew she had caught onto it.

For a brief moment, the world around them faded. The street, the distant hum of cars, the early morning breeze. None of it existed. Just the two of them, standing close enough that he could catch the faintest trace of her vanilla perfume.

He should have walked away.

He should have nodded, said his goodbyes, and then continue on with his run.

But Mattheo Riddle never denied himself what he wanted.

So instead, he shifted forward slightly, tilting his head as he let his gaze drift over her face- slow, deliberate. "Give me your phone."

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

His smirk deepended. "Your phone. Unless you plan on making me track you down every time I want to see you."

She blinked, clearly caught off guard by his directness. But then, to his complete and utter surprise, she laughed. Just like the one from yesterday that was soft and melodic, a sound that curled around his ribs and settled somewhere deep in his chest.

"You are seriously something else," she shook her head, her voice quiet with a hint of a smile. But then, to his satisfaction, she reached into the front pocket of her overalls, pulling out her phone and handing it to him.

Mattheo took it without hesitation, typing his number with quick precision before saving it under his name.

Just his name.

No titles, no formalities. Just Mattheo.

When he handed it back to her, their fingers brushed-brief, fleeting, but enough to send a jolt of something sharp through his skin.

She glanced down at the screen before looking back up at him. "So, what, you're planning on texting me coffee critiques now?"

He huffed a quiet laugh, stepping back just slightly, though the air between them remained charged. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll do something even worse."

She tilted her head, clearly intrigued, as her hair fell with her. "Like what?"

His smirk turned wicked, his eyes dark with promise. "Ask you out."

Her lips parted again, something that happened when she was caught off guard. Only, she didn't hide her reaction with laughter. Instead, she studied him- really studied him- like she was trying to figure out whether he was being serious.

He was.

He was more serious about this than he had been about anything in a very long time.

And then, a smile spread across her face. Not teasing, not guarded- just warm, just her. "Well," she mused, taking a small sip of her latte, "I suppose that would be terrible."

Mattheo's jaw ticked, a sharp sense of satisfaction circling through him. "Tomorrow night."

It wasn't a question.

Y/N raised a brow with a grin. "You're very confident in yourself, huh?"

He returned the grin. "Always."

She rolled her eyes playfully but didn;t argue. Instead she simply nodded, stepping back towards the sidewalk. "Alright, Mr. Riddle. Tomorrow night."

And then, just like that, she turned and walked away, her flowers swaying slightly in her grasp.

Mattheo watched her go, his pulse steady but hi smind anything but.

Because, for the first time in a very long time, something felt unexpected.

And he couldn't wait to see where it led.

[riddlesrizzler]

𝙘𝙚𝙤! 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤

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⟡ ݁₊ . no gesture, no hesitation. ceo! mattheo speaks with precision. like a blade sharp enough to slice through bone. his words deliberate and calculated. make no mistake because he means every vowel. each one of them fall from his perfect lips in a cold manner, used to command and rule. the business world was a game, one which he held the controls.

⟡ ݁₊ .emotions had no place in his world. none at all. they were seen as a weakness. a liability when he wanted assets. something that could crack the foundation of the company he had built. yet, when he met you. there was no crack. no, you had completely shattered the man he used to be. in a place where all of the focus was directed towards him, his brown eyes couldn’t be torn away from you.

[riddlesrizzler]

okay so one of my students gave me this picture yesterday. (for obvious reasons there is no name) and they didn’t like it and i was like “I LOVE IT” so i kept it. and all i could think about is teacher! reader coming home to ceo! mattheo and showing him something like this. and him being like “wtf is this???”

she walked into the apartment, arms full of her students’ latest masterpieces, grinning as she spread them out on the table.

“look how creative they are!” she said, handing ceo! mattheo a drawing.

he barely glanced at the first few-stick figures, hearts, a house with a crooked chimney-before she passed him another.

his brow furrowed. “what the hell am I looking at?”

the picture was… unsettling. a lopsided figure with hollow eyes, long, clawed hands, and what he could only describe as ominous scribbles surrounding it.

she laughed. “oh, they said it’s a ‘friendly monster.’”

mattheo held it up between two fingers, inspecting it like it might start moving. “friendly? this thing looks like it crawled out of someone’s nightmares.”

she nudged him playfully. “it’s just creative expression.”

“creative expression of what? the spawn of satan?” he tossed it onto the table, shaking his head. “i swear, if i wake up and see that thing in the corner of our room, i’m burning it.”

she only laughed, completely unfazed. but mattheo? he made a mental note to sleep with one eye open.

(also the image above is supposed to be lebron james and baby yoda mixed together as a new inside out character.)

[riddlesrizzler]

𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

⟡ ݁₊ . if the sun’s energy could be harnessed into one person, it would be teacher! reader. her enthusiastic energy was infectious and warm. it seemed she carried a never ending supply of optimism and positivity in the giant bag she always toted around. her laughter, a soft and gentle hum that always put the children at ease, knowing that they were safe and loved by their teacher.

⟡ ݁₊ .every word that she spoke was filled with encouragement. her smile was taken as the stamp of approval. no gold star could ever compare to the weight of her praise. her presence was a constant hug, turning a classroom into a place where magic happened. a love that could be shown with every book page, every pencil mark, and every hug that she was greeted with by her students at the start of the day.

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I posted the c.ai bot ml!! Thank you so much 💗

I SAW IT! and i’ve been interacting with it! love love love! 💕