Maddie

pairing: mattheo riddle x f!reader

Summary: mattheo is your ex who upon hearing that some boy invited you on a date, realises how important you are to him.

Word count: 1,6k

Warrnings: cussing

Authors note: yearning mattheo. :p

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I sat on the sofa in the Slytherin common room, my arms folded tightly across my chest.

“I don’t give a fuck who you’re seeing” he said coldly, his jaw clenched so hard it looked painful.

I rolled my eyes, though a faint ache twisted in my chest.

“See? Then you should’ve gone on that date with Jake” Pansy chimed in, inserting herself straight into the middle of our argument. A sly smirk curled across her lips as her gaze flickered between me and Mattheo again and again.

At her words, Mattheo’s head snapped towards me, fury blazing in his eyes.

“Him? Seriously?” he scoffed.

“The fuck is your problem? I thought you said I could see whoever I wanted” My voice dripped with mockery. I wasn’t even trying to hide how much this argument was getting under my skin.

“But him? Out of every fucking bloke?”

His stare burned straight through me, yet I couldn’t bring myself to look back at him.

“You said you didn’t care” I murmured quietly, my heartbeat thundering harder with every second.

“I don’t” he replied coolly, though we both knew he was lying. “It’s just… he won’t be good for you” The last part came out quieter.

“And what the fuck is your problem with him anyway?” I snapped suddenly, finally meeting his gaze with open irritation.

He parted his lips as though he were about to say something, only to shut them again a second later.

An uncomfortable silence settled between us.

“He’s boring” he said finally. “What the hell are you even going to do with him, play chess?” he added coldly, letting out a mocking laugh.

I said nothing. I genuinely didn’t know what to say.

“You deserve someone spontaneous. Someone who’ll actually make you feel alive, not some pathetic little twat” Mattheo went on.

“Someone like you?” I asked, rolling my eyes at the implication. Who the fuck did he think he was? We broke up six months ago. It was my life.

“Yeah. Exactly someone like fucking me!”

He said it louder than he’d meant to, with far more emotion than he’d shown until now.

My eyes nearly widened out of their sockets. I was so shocked at first, but then anger flooded through me in an instant.

I only caught Pansy muttering, “oh, fuck” under her breath before I rose to my feet and strode closer to him.

he’d already slipped that cold bastard mask back into place. he stood there unmoved, wearing a perfectly stony expression, pretending none of it had affected him at all.

“I was fucking insane, yeah, but we used to sneak out together, you never got bored with me, we were always laughing” he said right to my face, sounding as though he genuinely believed he’d been the perfect boyfriend.

I was furious with him. Standing there in front of him, watching every flicker of expression across his face, I finally snapped.

“Yeah, except you conveniently forgot the part where you were constantly fucking stoned or drunk. I never knew where you were because you didn’t give a shit about me! Do you even remember me lying awake in bed worrying about you, and then you’d just tell me it was ‘nothing serious’? You spent more time off your face than you ever did with me on all those fucking ‘sneaking out’ nights or ‘laughing together’!”

The words exploded out of me as I screamed every single thing at him that I’d never had the courage to say when I broke up with him.

The silence that followed my words was even louder than before.

Mattheo had gone pale, and for a moment it felt as though he stopped breathing entirely, until I finally forced myself to move.

I turned away from him and started walking towards my dorm.

“Wait— Y/N, wait!”

I heard his voice behind me, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps rushing after me. A second later, his hand closed around my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

I turned to face him. He took his hand off of me.

“What?” I began sharply. „am I fucking wrong, Mattheo?” I asked in a cold voice.

Mattheo looked at me now without that empty stare he always hid behind. I could see that what I’d said had hurt him.

He dragged a hand through his hair, looking at me with those brown eyes I’d once loved the most.

“I—” He swallowed hard. “You’re not wrong”

He said it so quietly I almost didn’t hear him.

We stood there on the staircase, suddenly alone together. Just the two of us.

“I cried almost every night because I didn’t know what to do to make you good to me” I whispered..

Tears welled in my eyes, so I turned away before he could see them and started walking towards my room.

This time, he didn’t stop me.

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It was dark when loud knocking at the door dragged me out of sleep.

Reluctantly, I pulled myself from bed and stumbled towards it before opening the door.

To my surprise, Mattheo was standing there.

The water dripping from his hair and the state of his soaked clothes made it obvious he’d been outside for a while.

He stood in the doorway pale-faced, his eyes glistening strangely in the dim light. I could smell alcohol on him, mixed with cigarette smoke and his cologne.

For a moment, neither of us said a word. We simply stood there in silence, staring at each other.

And then, to my complete surprise, he suddenly closed the distance between us, cupped my face in both hands, and kissed me.

At first, I didn’t know what to do, but after a moment I kissed him back, threading my fingers through his wet hair.

The kiss was filled with longing.

His lips were cold from the rain, but the kiss burned.

Mattheo let out a quiet groan against my mouth. He kissed me like a drowning man finally dragging in breath after hours spent beneath the water. A kiss carrying six months of silence, anger, regret.

One of his hands cradled my jaw while the other settled on my waist, pulling me closer as though he were terrified I might disappear.

The moment our lips finally parted, Mattheo rested his forehead against mine. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the rain beating softly against the windows outside.

At last, he opened his eyes and looked at me as though he hadn’t seen me in years. He swallowed hard before whispering in a voice roughened by alcohol,

“I miss you”

I looked back at him sadly.

“You’re drunk, Mattheo” I whispered.

My words changed nothing.

Before I could push him away or shut the door, he caught hold of my wrist. His eyes were burning now.

“I’m not lying” he whispered sharply. “I miss you every fucking day” His voice cracked on the last word.

It was the first time in my life I’d ever seen him like this.

“I didn’t realise it… i didn’t fucking understand when we were together” He swallowed hard. “I was stupid. Always high. I walked away when i should’ve been with you” His voice broke again. “I didn’t know how to be good to someone who actually mattered, because no one had ever mattered to me the way you do”

“Mattheo—” I started, but he lifted his hand, pressing his finger gently against my lips to silence me.

I decided there was no point arguing with him in that state.

“Hearing Pansy say your name alongside Jake’s, hearing about some other boy taking my place…” He stopped for a moment, as though the words themselves were difficult for him to force out. “I wanted to fucking hit him just for daring to ask you out”

He let out a quiet laugh, though there was nothing happy about it.

Then he took both of my hands in his. He brought one hand up slowly and pressed a kiss to my knuckles.

“You were my best thing” he murmured “And I ruined it”

Then suddenly

He dropped down onto his knees right there on my bedroom floor and wrapped both arms around my waist tightly, burying his face into the fabric of my nightgown.

“I want another chance” he whispered brokenly “Please… give me one more chance”

I looked down at him, feeling something inside me crack apart, and that was when it hit me that I still loved him.

Pulling myself free from his grasp, I knelt down in front of him and wrapped my arms tightly around him.

“I don’t know what to do” I admitted quietly, stroking the back of his head gently.

He wrapped his arms around me.

Then he spoke, his voice rough and hoarse.

“I’ll be better, i swear to fucking everything, i won’t drink this much anymore, i won’t disappear, i won’t make you sad”

He pulled me back slightly just so he could look at my face properly.

His thumb brushed away the tear sliding down my cheek.

“You were right about everything” he whispered. “I was selfish and stupid, but if you let me try, if you give me one more chance, i’ll fix this”

I looked at him, smiling through tears.

“Do you know how long I waited to hear that?” I said, my voice trembling.

“I’m just a fucking idiot” he laughed softly, and a second later I found myself laughing with him.

“I love you, Y/N. I never stopped” he whispered.

And the moment I heard those words, I crashed my lips against his in a kiss.

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x f!reader

Summary: mattheo Riddle is your best friend, the kind who’s constantly getting himself into fights, only to turn up at your door afterwards asking for help patching him back together. But is it really just recklessness and bad decisions… or is there something more behind it, something that has everything to do with you?

Word count: 790

Warrnings: fluff, and fluff and just fluff, enjoy.

Authors note: so um my first one shot, i hope youll love it

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Just as I was getting ready for bed, I suddenly heard loud knocking at my dormitory door.

Irritated, I climbed out of bed, sighing in annoyance at least five times on my way there, but the frustration vanished the moment I saw Mattheo standing in the doorway.

His face was covered in cuts and bruises, blood running from his nose and eyebrow.

Yet he only smiled and asked, „Care to help me?”

Then he flashed me a stupid grin, his teeth, unsurprisingly, stained with blood as well.

“What the hell did you do, you idiot?” I asked, opening the door wider.

Mattheo winced as he stepped inside, one hand pressed against his side. A smirk still tugged at the corner of his bloodied l lips.

“Fell off my broom during training” he said with mock innocence, though the look in his eyes gave him away immediately.

Without waiting for an invitation, he stumbled over to my sofa and collapsed onto it with a groan.

“Who did you beat up this time?” I asked, walking over to the wardrobe to grab the first-aid kit.

“Some idiot from Gryffindor started mouthing off to me during training” Mattheo replied with a scoff.

I, however, didn’t find it amusing in the slightest.

“He said that in a real match he’d wipe the floor with me, so I made sure I got there first” he said, drawing in a breath,partly irritated, partly entertained by his own stupidity.

By then, I was already standing in front of him with the first-aid kit in my hands.

I rolled my eyes at his words and poured some peroxide onto a cotton pad.

“This might sting,” I said quietly before gently pressing it against the cut.

Mattheo Riddle flinched slightly, but kept up his usual tough act.

I could feel his eyes on my face, but I was too afraid to meet his gaze.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. “So you’re not going to tell me off?” he asked, sounding surprised by my lack of reaction. “I’ll think about it” I replied coldly.

I was angry with him. I didn’t want him getting into these pointless fights, one day, something could genuinely happen to him.

“That’s the second time this week” I added quietly. For a moment, Mattheo said nothing while I continued cleaning his wounds. “You’re worried about me?” he asked with a teasing grin.

The second I finally looked him in the eyes, his expression immediately faltered.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you” I said quietly. For a moment, Mattheo simply sat there staring at me while I stopped tending to his face.

“But nothing’s going to happen” he said irritably, even rolling his eyes. “You don’t know that, Mattheo.” Now I was getting angry too. I stepped back from him.

At my movement, he stood up, towering over me easily. I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Fuck’s sake, Y/N” he muttered, stepping closer and closer until there was barely any distance left between us. “Why do you have to be like this?” he asked quietly.

I looked up at him sharply. “Like fucking what?!” I shouted back.

“Like Perfect.” he whispered.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What?” I asked, confused, our chests pressed against each other.

Mattheo looked down at me, jaw tense, like he was fighting with himself over whether he should say any of this at all.

“Do you know why I keep getting into fights?” he started.

I stayed silent, only staring at him. “Because I know I’ll have a fucking excuse to come to you afterwards” Mattheo admitted, his voice low and rough.

“So you’ll take care of me.”

He paused for a second, gently catching my chin between his fingers. “When you’re not around, I lose my fucking mind” he whispered. “I can’t focus because every thought I have ends up coming back to you.”

His grip softened slightly as his forehead almost brushed mine. “And it’s driving me completely fucking insane” he breathed.

Then, almost helplessly, he whispered: “What the hell are you doing to me?”

“Matty, I…” I didn’t know what to say. I could only stare into his eyes, which seemed brighter now than I’d ever seen them before.

“Say one word and I’ll leave” Mattheo Riddle whispered, resting his forehead against mine as he let go of my chin.

“But I fucking promise you… If you’re gonna be mine, I’ll do anything for you”

Not waiting any longer, I cupped his face in both hands and crashed my lips against his. He kissed me back instantly, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me tightly against him.

“I’ve always been yours anyway” I whispered against his lips.