Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Crushed

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Warnings: ED (eating disorder) if you need help I'm here, I've had the same thing and it's still here.

Summary: Y/n has a crush on Mattheo Riddle, only problem is he doesn't like her, or does he? He only acts like he hates her because she's the only half blood in the Slytherin house. One day she gets the corage to tell him but he insults her by calling her fat,ugly,and a waste of space. this causes her to develop an eating disorder and Mattheo finally notices, can he make her his friend? Or maybe something more?

Y/N had always known she was different.
Growing up in Slytherin, surrounded by purebloods, she felt like an outsider. But it wasn't just her blood status that made her stand out; it was him. Mattheo Riddle, the enigmatic, aloof, and effortlessly handsome Slytherin who seemed to hate her with every fiber of his being. She had always known he didn't like her, but she couldn't help the way her heart fluttered every time he was near. She found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn't explain.

What Y/N didn't realize, though, was the reason Mattheo was so cold toward her. He had never really hated her, not in the way she thought. In reality, the very thing that made her different-her half-blood status—was exactly why he acted so distant. He wasn't allowed to let himself like someone who wasn't pureblood. His father's influence was too strong, and his own self-loathing because of it made him lash out at the people who made him feel conflicted.

She had no idea, though. All she knew was that every time their paths crossed, he either ignored her or gave her insults.

One day, she couldn't take it anymore.

After weeks of watching him from afar, of trying to pretend she wasn't affected by the cruel words he tossed her way, Y/N decided that if she didn't tell him how she felt, she might never get the chance again.

It was after classes one afternoon, and the hallways of the Slytherin common room were mostly empty. She spotted Mattheo standing near a wall, seemingly lost in thought. Heart hammering in her chest, she walked over to him.

"Mattheo..." Her voice was tentative, the words catching in her throat as she fought to keep her composure. "I-I need to talk to you."

He turned to face her, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. "What do you want, Y/L/ N?"

YN took a deep breath, steeling herself.

She had no idea how he'd react, but she had to try. "I... I like you, Mattheo. I always have. I know you don't like me, but I just wanted to tell you how I feel. I don't know why you treat me the way you do, but-"

Before she could finish, Mattheo interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Oh, spare me, YIN," he sneered, his eyes flicking over her. "You think / would ever want to be around you? You're just a fat, ugly, half-blood mess. A waste of space in a house full of people who actually matter."

The words hit her like a slap, and she felt the blood drain from her face. Her heart shattered, and her breath became shallow as his insults burrowed under her skin, deep into her self-worth. She had hoped, maybe foolishly, that he would soften, that he would at least understand. But instead, he ripped her apart in front of her.

"I-" she started, but the tears were already welling up in her eyes, and she couldn't speak through the lump in her throat. Without another word, she turned and fled, the sting of his words ringing in her ears, and left him standing there, his cruel smile still lingering in her mind.

In the days that followed, Y/N's feelings for Mattheo quickly turned to shame. Shame for ever thinking he could like someone like her, shame for putting herself out there, and shame for feeling the way she did. She couldn't stop hearing his words echo in her head: fat, ugly, worthless.

Her relationship with food changed. It wasn't about eating for sustenance anymore-it was about control. She started skipping meals, exercising excessively, and every time she lost a pound, the small voice in her head told her she was finally becoming something worth being. But the more she shrank, the emptier she felt.

He couldn't help but notice, though he would never admit it. But it wasn't until a few weeks later, when he saw her faint in the hallways, that something inside him clicked. He rushed over to her, catching her before she hit the ground.

"Y/N? Y/N!" He shook her, and she slowly came to, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Mattheo, I'm fine," she muttered weakly, trying to stand up. But he didn't let go.

"No, you're not," he said sharply. "What the hell is going on with you? You're pale, and you're losing weight-what's going on, Y/ N?"

She hesitated, guilt eating at her, but his concern only made her feel worse. "It's nothing, really," she whispered, avoiding his gaze. "Just... just school stress.

Nothing to worry about."

Mattheo studied her for a long moment, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in her appearance. She was thinner than she had been, her clothes hanging loosely on her frame. He saw the subtle tremor in her hands, the hollow look in her eyes, and something inside of him twisted.

"YIN," he said, his voice softening, "I'm not stupid. You don't look fine. What's really going on?"

At that moment, Y/N couldn't hold back any longer. Tears welled in her eyes, her chest tightening. "You don't understand, Mattheo," she whispered, voice breaking.

"I-I thought... maybe you might care about me. But you called me... fat, ugly, a waste of space. I thought... if I could change myself, maybe you'd like me. Maybe I'd be enough."

Her words hit him like a blow to the chest, and for the first time, Mattheo Riddle understood the weight of his actions. The cruelty he had shown her-because of his own insecurities, because of his own fear of liking someone who wasn't pureblood— had almost destroyed her.

He took a step closer, almost hesitantly, and placed a hand on her arm. "Y/N... I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I was wrong. I didn't mean what I said, and I was a bloody idiot. You're not what I said. You're beautiful, and you're not worthless."

YIN shook her head, too ashamed to look at him. "You don't mean that. I'm not..."

"Y/N," Mattheo interrupted, his voice urgent. "You are worth something. And I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to know that I never should've treated you that way. I'm so sorry. I... I was stupid. I didn't know what I was doing. But I care about you. A lot more than I ever let on."

For a long moment, they stood there, the weight of his apology settling between them. Y/N felt a flicker of something in her chest—a mixture of hope and fear. Could she forgive him? Could she trust him again?

"I don't know if we can just go back to being friends, Y/N," Mattheo said quietly, his gaze sincere. "But I want to be there for you. I want to make things right. Even if that means taking things slow."

If you need anyone to talk to I'm here, I know what it's like. Please don't hesitate to ask for help. Eating disorders are no joke and should be taken seriously. Drink water and eat food! Stay safe, have a great night/day!