hiiiii!!! formally known as pizzaapeteer, can still refer to me as pizza or g ᥫ᭡ late twenties. she/her. brunette bimbo. caffeine addict. forgetful fuck. overthinker. deluded daydreamer. obsessive music lover. requests are [CLOSED] but my inbox is open!

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Hiiii yuni 🫶 thank u for the asks mwahhh!

9. share 4 out of context images that you feel represent a wip

When I finally post this drabble tonight, someone pls let me know if this fits or is too out of context lmfao 🙏 (might start doing these for all fics it was a lot of fun)

10. share a song (or songs) that you feel represents a wip

TINY RAISIN — Suki Waterhouse.

this song fits Mattheo alone so well, but its the energy for every toxic couple fic I swear.

We’re gonna break up, make up do it all over again. Fuck yeah. We’re gonna talk shit, crash out, laugh it out. Cause he’s so fine, and he’s all mine. And I hate his guts at the same time.

That’s my man.

haiii b! I love the game sm too! I kept it to a wip that is recent, im trying to finish for the Blaise event 🫶

1. Share a snippet from a wip of your choice.

How could you be failing a subject? No absences. Every assigned chapter read, and you were sure you hadn't missed an assignment. The curriculum flicks through your mind like pages, searching for the missing answer to your new dilemma.

"We'll have Zabini.”

“—Zabini?"

Captivated, your attention is grabbed, the word repeating after you, a soft spoken whisper of wonder. His name echoes dreamily, with chimes of bells and harmonious music to accompany the happy thoughts.

Oh.

The bubble pops releasing the euphoric floating feeling the downpour of realization to your distractions finally waking you up.

I love u! and because I accidentally just showed u my todays wip I dug into a different fic for you 😋

All week long he had thrown compliments that had caught your attention exactly in the way he had hoped. From complimenting your appearance with a gleam in his eyes as he looked you up and down, to a simple congrats and shoulder pat on a correct answer in class. He relished in every flustered expression of confusion, followed by the pleased grin of gratitude you gave him. His teeth tugged at his lip, and with a nod of his head he always responded, "you're so welcome."

It was like he had planted a parasite in your head, for you couldn't stop thinking about him. Keening for his compliments, his approval and acknowledgement that he was paying attention to you. You felt desperate, needed, craving him like a vice and deep within you hated it.

Because Mattheo Riddle was never nice without getting something in return.