Random x Reader One-Shots

Play Date-Mattheo Riddle x Reader

A/N: "The character Mattheo Riddle belongs to Yasmine Amaro, used to be yasmineamaro on Wattpad. However, his story belongs to me (MidgardianofAsgard)."-https://everythingblack.fandom.com/wiki/Mattheo_Riddle

Mattheo held a cigarette between his teeth as the black telephone rang repeatedly to try and connect with Y/N. They were constantly back and forth, on and off in their relationship. They loved each other, but Y/N wanted to make it official and stop seeing him flirt with others, but Mattheo would always excuse keeping it a secret, saying that he didn't want his parents to find out or Y/N would end up more hurt than seeing him be flirted with. "Come on Y/N, pick up the phone." He mumbled.

Once more, Y/N watched the phone ring while sat right next to it, refusing to answer his call. "You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away. You tell me to come over, there's some games you want to play. I walk to your house, nobody's home. Just me and you, and you and me alone."
Mattheo heard the main door open and pushed Y/N out of the bed and to the window.
"Mattheo what are you doing?"
"They're back, you need to leave. NOW."
"We'll just be playing hide and seek but it's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you. I don't want to play no games, I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you."

Jordan, Y/N's best friend watched Y/N and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't give a fuck about him anyways. Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout him? He never shares his notes or communicates. I guess I'm just a play date to him."
"Y/N, when you wake up in your bedroom, there's nothing left to say. When I try to talk you're always playing board games. I wish I had monopoly over your mind. I wish you didn't care all the time. You're just playing hide and seek, it's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with him. I don't want to play no games. I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you. I always give a fuck about you anyways. Whoever said I didn't care 'bout you? You never look at me or communicate. I guess I'm just a play date to you."

A sudden draft of air rushed around the two, causing them both to turn around. And they backed up at what they saw. Mattheo stood in the middle of Y/N's room, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.
"Ring around the rosy? I never know what you need. Ring around the rosy, I want to give you what you need." Mattheo walked towards Y/N slowly, but Jordan stood up in front of them, face to face with Mattheo.
"You don't give a fuck about her anyways. Whoever said she gave a shit 'bout you? You never said her name or communicated. I guess she's just a play date to you." Jordan held their wand up underneath Mattheo's chin, causing a smirk to appear on his face.

"Jordan get the hell away from hi-" Y/N begged but they swayed their wand backwards, mumbling 'Sectumsempra' causing lacerations all over Y/N's chest. With all their strength, Y/N grabbed her wand off the bed.
"Petrificus totalus!" Y/N coughed and Jordan's body froze, as they fell to the floor. Mattheo quickly ran over to Y/N in a panic, and held onto them before appearing to the hospital wing in hogwarts hoping Madame Pomfrey would be there in the holidays. To his luck, she was.

He explained what had happened, and with a sorry look on her face Madame Pomfrey went to find a professor. The only one she could find, was professor Snape. When he heard the spell, the lump in his throat swelled. He soon ran to her bedside and began mumbling under his breath, the wounds closing up.
"Who used this spell, Mr Riddle?"
"I did. They needed to learn their lesson." Jordan shouted from the doors.
"How DARE YOU use an unknown spell? You stupid, stupid fool." Snape stormed towards Jordan who tried to use the spell against Snape, but Snape was quick to rebound it. "How dare you use my own spell against me? How do you know?!"

This was the last thing Mattheo and Y/N heard before the sound went silent as they got further away. Mattheo stroked Y/N's face and a tear rolled down it.
"You know I give a fuck about you everyday. I guess it's time that I tell you the truth. If I share feelings, will you let me stay? I don't want to leave this play date with you." He placed a kiss on Y/N's head before leaning his forehead against theirs.
"I don't want to either."