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a day in the life of sweetheart!reader (with mattheo <3)
— a one year special ♡ 4k words ♡ masterlist
very slice of life, very fluffy ! reader is depicted wearing makeup & hair rollers !!
♡ 7:00 - wake up
You wake up to the soft (you wish, more like blaring) alarm of yours that Mattheo has learned to sleep through by now. You stretch your arms and slowly sit up from your bed, careful not to wake Mattheo who stayed the night.
You peer down at him. It’s rare to see him so unguarded like he is around you. His curls are tousled and untamed. You pull gently at a strand, watching it straighten before it bounces back into a curl as soon as you release it. You smile and kiss the corner of his mouth before going to your bathroom.
You gingerly take your hair out of your rollers and spend the next half an hour getting ready.
It's pointless, you know. No one else in your school really cares to doll up like you do. Regardless, you believe in look good feel good (Elle Woods has always been an inspiration for you); so you spend extra time every morning curling your lashes and applying your favourite sparkly lip gloss.
Just as you're about to start setting your makeup base, Mattheo strolls into the bathroom with his tie loosely hanging around his neck with a lazy half-grin on his face.
“Morning, baby,” he drawls, wrapping his large arms around your torso. “Ready to go?”
You whip around, facing him with wide panicked eyes, more than half of your makeup still incomplete.
He laughs at your expression. “It’s fine, baby, take your time."
"It's only 7:20,” he reassures you, kissing the side of your head before reaching down for his toothbrush.
You sigh in relief, shifting slightly to the side so that you and Mattheo can share the sink.
"What's your first class, baby?" he asks, though it's muffled by the toothpaste in his mouth so it sounds more like: was’ yo firz clas, bavi?
You laugh, glancing at his reflection through the mirror.
"DADA," you answer as he rinses out his mouth. "Without you, unfortunately."
He sighs. "Shame."
He attempts to tame his hair slightly and you stop what you're doing to watch him adoringly, he catches you staring and grins at you.
He turns to face you properly when you reach up expectantly. He bends down slightly while you tiptoe so you can reach his hair, you gently detangle some of his curls.
"Cute!" you compliment when you’re done, he laughs and stands to his full height again.
"Thanks, baby,” he says, before kissing your nose as to not smudge the lipgloss you just applied. “I’ll go get us a seat first, join me when you're done?”
You nod, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.
“Careful not to get caught sneaking out!” you call out when he’s about to leave your room.
“Please, who do you think you’re talking to?" he calls back smugly.
The door shuts and you shake your head, smiling to yourself.
♡ 8:00 - breakfast
Breakfast opens at 7:30, so the great hall is already crowded and lively when you enter at 8.
Luckily, there’s a seat and a plate saved for you at the Slytherin table.
Your friends greet you when you approach the table. Although they all seem half asleep (and half dead), they try their best to smile and greet you very nicely. You greet them with a bright smile and a cheerful "hello!"
Your energy this early in the morning will never not astonish them.
You take your seat next to Mattheo and he wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you closer.
“Sweetheart, settle this debate for us will you?” Enzo calls.
Besides you, Mattheo rolls his eyes at the nickname — he coined it for you first — but turns to look at you in anticipation nonetheless. You turn to Enzo. “What is it?”
Pansy rolls her eyes. “Nothing, just their stupid dick measuring contests.”
Your eyes widen.
“Not actually!" Enzo says quickly. "Holy shit, it’s a figure of speech.”
You relax, sighing in relief.
“Alright, then,” you say. “What’s the debate?”
“We want to know who you think would win in a fight between all of us.” Theo says.
“Like, a five-way fight between all of you?" you let out a soft laugh, furrowing your brows. “I don’t know if I’m the best person to ask, I’m really biased—”
Mattheo smirks.
“Hang on, it’s Blaise, Enzo, Mattheo and I.” Theo says, confused. “Who’s the fifth person?”
“Pansy.”
Mattheo laughs at your statement, understanding immediately where your loyalties and bias lie.
“She’s not a part of this.” Theo says. Pansy rolls her eyes.
“Why not?” you say innocently, picking at your fruit cup. “My money’s on her.”
♡ 9:00 - first classes
Defence Against the Dark Arts (a double lesson!), charms & potions. It would be absolute hell if you didn’t have Mattheo next to you for the latter two classes.
You spend the classes drawing hearts on his hand, playing tic tac toe on the corner of your class assignment worksheet & occasionally listening to the professor, definitely!
You doze off somewhere in the middle of Snape's lecture, head resting on Mattheo's arm. He knows that his arm will be numb after the class but he really can't find it in himself to care.
You blink, waking up slowly. You stare, with bleary eyes, at Mattheo’s wrist watch.
"20 more minutes, angel," he murmurs, low enough so you can hear it, an amused smile on his face.
You pout, sitting up straight. You try your best to make sense of the blackboard, narrowing your eyes at the unfamiliar words.
Mattheo nudges his notebook in your direction.
"You wrote notes?" you ask incredulously.
He smirks. "Figured you'd need them, Sleepy.”
You roll your eyes at the teasing nickname, but catch up on the lesson through the familiar handwriting. You notice a small “hi sweetheart i love you ♡” written on the top corner of the page.
His hand inches closer to your free hand on your lap, interlacing your fingers as his eyes stay trained on the board.
♡ 12:00 - lunch
Per your idea, Mattheo's entire friend group (and now yours, too, really) eats their lunches outside in the grass area — like a makeshift picnic.
"The weather's so lovely, I'm surprised more people don't eat outside," you hum as the group spreads your blanket underneath a shaded area.
"Yeah, who wouldn't want to eat with bugs?" Enzo says sarcastically before wincing when Theo smacks the back of his head over his comment. Your mood is undisrupted, though, as you cheerfully wave to a bird a few inches away from you before it flies away.
Mattheo puts a bowl of freshly washed (by him, of course) strawberries in front of you. Enzo grins and reaches a hand out, it's slapped away by Mattheo.
"What the fuck, Mattheo?" he whines.
"They're for her," he says with a flat look, gesturing to you.
"I don't mind sharing," you say placatingly, ever the peacekeeper. Pansy snorts.
"Bad idea sharing food with Enzo, you turn around for half a second and it's all gone," she says.
Mattheo nods his head. "Exactly."
"Everyone's protecting her and no one's protecting me," he grumbles under his breath, but he decidedly keeps his hands to his own food for the rest of the picnic.
You laugh, grabbing a strawberry and lifting it to Mattheo's mouth.
He raises his eyebrow at the gesture, you laugh and push the strawberry closer to his mouth. He rolls his eyes but parts his lips for you anyway.
You smile, pleased, before squealing when his tongue makes contact with your finger.
"Gross, Mattheo!" you laugh, wiping your finger on his shirt.
He smirks and tugs you closer to him. You pretend to fight him out of his grasp before relaxing on his lap.
♡ 1:30 - back to class
The next few classes are harder to get through as they very much lack Mattheo. At least you have Pansy right next to you as you dutifully finish the classwork assigned to you, despite her insistence on distracting you.
“This girl is just so delusional,” Pansy says, twirling her pen.
“That’s mean,” you say, unfocused, eyes still darting back and forth across the page as you try your best to complete the equation.
She raises her eyebrows.
“She spread a rumour about me and called me a ‘slut’ who wanted her ugly ass boyfriend,” she says.
“Oh,” you say, pursing your lips. “Carry on then.”
She smiles, self-satisfied. You turn to her.
“What’d you get for question 5?”
She looks down at her paper before looking back up at you.
“America?” she says, you frown.
“Pans, this is math.” She shrugs in response.
You huff and put down your pen, deciding you’ve done the best you can do and it’s time for a break.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket and you bite back a smile. There’s only a few people you haven't silenced notifications from.
matty <3
— sleep over tonight? (15:05)
— i’ve got a surprise for you after quidditch (15:06)
You bite your cheek, texting back under the table as discreetly as you can.
sweetheart ♡
— yes please!!!! <3 <3 (15:08)
Pansy gives you a knowing smirk, spotting the giddiness of your body language.
“I know exactly who you’re texting,” she teases.
“Shut up!” you laugh, shoving at her.
♡ 4:00 - afterschool
Your energy is almost completely depleted by the time you make it back to your dorm room, so you slip into more comfortable clothes and nestle yourself under the covers to take a quick nap.
When you wake up half an hour later, your groggy vision is half covered by ginger fur. You smile, reaching to curl your arm around your (and Mattheo’s) newly rescued and adopted kitten. You figure Mattheo must have dropped her off at your dorm before he went to Quidditch.
“Hi Honey,” you coo her name, petting her fur. She purrs responsively, nuzzling her face against your palm.
Originally, you had named her Sweetheart. But after you turned your head every time Mattheo called her name, you had to change it to something you were not called. Well, frequently called.
“I’m glad you’re here,” you say before teasing. “You like my dorm more than Mattheo’s, don’t you?”
Honey says (or meows) nothing in response. You sigh dramatically.
“I get it, you don’t want to hurt Mattheo’s feelings.”
She meows which you take as a response, you laugh, petting her. “It’s okay, Honey, I think Mattheo likes my dorm more, too.”
You spend the rest of your late afternoon reading your new book, placing post-it notes on the top of one of the pages as a reminder to yourself to tell Mattheo how the love interest reminds you of him.
♡ 6:00 - dinner
You balance two stacked plates on one hand while scooping excessive amounts of food on top with the other. A girl across the dining table from you gives you an odd look, you smile unabashedly at her.
You sit back down in your seat and begin to separate the portions of food onto the two plates.
“Babe, that’s so sad,” Pansy snorts from across from you. “It’s like no one’s feeding you and you have to ration your food.”
You roll your eyes. “It’s for Mattheo.”
“Well, of course I know that,” Pansy says.
Finally, the Slytherin boys trudge through the door — freshly showered after training and still loud and rowdy with boisterous energy. They make their way over to your table.
“Hi baby, miss me?” Mattheo says, placing a haste kiss on the side of your head before sitting next to you.
“Sure,” you say teasingly to him, before turning to the whole group. “How was quidditch?”
“Killer,” Theo says, “Flint was pissed today, so, apparently, we all have to suffer.”
You cautiously eye the brunette a few tables away.
“Yikes,” you say, sliding the plate over to Mattheo. He digs in immediately before pausing to look up at you. He swallows his food.
“Thank you,” he says politely, you laugh and bump his shoulder with yours.
You frown when you realise your bite of food contains something you hate, you look over at Mattheo, scrunching up your face.
He laughs and signals for you to give it to him, so you happily pile it onto his plate.
♡ 7:00 - movie night with mattheo
After dinner, the two of you sneak your way into his dorm. You change out of your robes and into a pair of shorts you left in his room and one of his muggle band t-shirts. It hits just above your knee and it smells like him.
Not for the first time, his scent clinging onto the t-shirt brings you back to the first time you met. Who knew that the scent wafting from that cauldron of amorentia potion would be the same one that would cling to everything you own all this time later.
You lie back in his bed while he gets changed himself, you let your eyes close.
"I'm glad you've made yourself comfortable," his teasing voice rings out. You open your eyes to smile at him, not bothering to get up. He walks over to you and the mattress dips.
"Hi," he says.
"Hi," you say back smiling, you sit up and lean against his headboard. Suddenly remembering the text message he sent you what feels like ages ago. "What's the surprise?"
He grins at the reminder.
"Remember that old muggle movie you wanted to watch last week... what was it called?” he asks as you try your best to recall. “It starred that actress you love."
You frown in thought before your eyes light up in realisation.
"Oh! Audrey Hepburn," you say.
A week ago, during one of your Muggle Movie Nights (as you call it), Mattheo had admitted that he’d never seen an Audrey Hepburn film and you proclaimed that he absolutely had to start with Roman Holiday. Determined to culture your boyfriend and desperate to rewatch it yourself, the two of you scoured every streaming site to find it — to no avail.
"Did you finally find a way to pirate it?" you ask gleefully, he shakes his head softly before moving to his desk.
"Not exactly."
He opens his desk drawer, pulling out a DVD with the familiar title on the cover. You gasp, reaching to grab it. You trace the red letters on the cover.
"How did you find this? Where did you find this?” you ask in disbelief, looking up at him. “When did you even have time to look for this?"
His grin is soft with affection for you.
"I found it in a store in Hogsmeade,” he shrugs. “No big deal."
Total lie. In reality, he had dragged Theo and Enzo through the entire village, stopping at every CD/DVD store just to browse the titles. Eventually, after the sky had turned dark and his friends were ready to abandon him on his impossible search, he found a copy.
Not that you had to know any of that. Besides, the huge smile on your face made it all worth it to him.
"Shall we watch it?" he asks, already slipping it into the DVD player connected to his laptop.
You nod, curling into his side. “I can’t believe you have a DVD player, you’re such an old man.”
“Hey, this old man is your knight in shining armour, princess,” he argues, wrapping his arms around you.
“You’re right, you are,” you murmur, while the black and white title card of Roman Holiday displays on his laptop.
♡ 9:00 - getting unready for bed
After the movie (and after he consoles you, while trying hard to suppress his laughter, when you cry over the ending), he sits on your bed while you swipe makeup wipes across your face.
As much as Mattheo adores watching you get ready, there’s something he loves so much about watching you get unready.
There’s something so intimate in getting to see you completely bare and completely yourself.
You gently rub moisturiser onto your face and catch him staring at you through the mirror, you breathe out a laugh.
“What?” you ask.
A year ago, you’d be slightly mortified if he saw you like this. You’re confident enough without makeup but you still like that extra boost a good eyelash day or lipgloss can give you.
Now, you finish your routine and walk closer to him. Stepping in between his thighs.
His hands come up to rest on your hips, smiling up at you.
“Nothing,” he says. “You’re just the prettiest thing on earth.”
You laugh and roll your eyes at his hyperbole, but it's not enough for him. He’s certain you’re the most beautiful being in the universe.
♡ 10:00 - late night talking with mattheo
You’re lying on your stomach, half of your upper body lying on his chest. Your pointer finger traces his arm slowly, like his veins are braille and his scars are stars.
“Would you ever get a tattoo?” you murmur.
“I’ve thought about it,” he smiles lazily, eyes half closed.
“Yeah? Tattoos would suit you,” you hum. "What would you get?"
“What do you think I should get?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” you say, deep in thought. “I could see you with one of those barbed wire designs or your initials or—"
“Your name?” he interrupts with a smirk.
You huff out a laugh and roll your eyes. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m not kidding. I'd do it right now,” he says, only half joking.
“Mattheo!” you scold, though the effect is ruined by your giggle. “You’re way too young and that is also a horrible idea.”
“First of all, I’m older than you.”
“By, like, a few months.”
“And I would totally do it, in a heartbeat,” he promises. “No matter what happens, I’m yours forever. You already know.”
You smile. “That’s a little romantic.”
"I'm very romantic, thank you very much," he huffs.
"Yeah, you are."
He glances down at you before looking up at the ceiling again.
“Besides, before you know it, we’ll be eighteen,” he says.
There’s a short lull of silence as you process his words.
“That’s crazy to think about,” you say, leaning your head into his chest again.
“Yeah.”
“I still feel like I'm sixteen years old and six and eight and thirteen,” you admit, hoping he understands what you mean. “I don’t know if I ever won’t.”
“I get that,” he says with a small nod. "I can't imagine you're much different now than when you were six, though."
You gasp half-heartedly. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's not an insult," he chuckles. "I just can't imagine you ever being anything but yourself."
You look at him properly now, tilting your head up.
“I know what you mean,” you say. “That’s kind of sweet.”
You scrunch your nose when you imagine your younger self.
“When I was younger, I wanted to be a princess—”
“Very on brand,” he quips.
“I also wanted to be a teacher at some point,” you say. “An English teacher, I think?”
“You’d make a good teacher,” he says.
“Really?” he nods.
“Thanks,” you yawn. “Did you have a dream job when you were younger?”
He answers after a small beat of silence.
“I wanted to be a great sorcerer.” It’s only partly a lie.
He doesn’t have the heart to tell you that when he was younger, the concept of “dreams” and aspirations were foreign to him. Instead, there were expectations. Heavy expectations placed on him by his parents or Death Eaters.
Though, meeting you when he was sixteen has taught him to dream. Maybe one day he’ll tell you that and thank you for it.
Instead, he adds. “Or a professor — a charms professor, probably.”
“You’d be so good at that,” you say genuinely.
His arm curls around your shoulders, pulling you in closer.
You play with the watch on his wrist, counting the watch hands and realising that it’s almost eleven.
“You never take anything off when you sleep,” you murmur.
He looks down at his hand — at the watch around his wrist, the bracelet you made him, a silver band ring he wears on his middle finger and his signet ring carved with his initials. You fiddle with that last ring.
Mattheo wordlessly slips off his signet before bringing your hand up. He slips the ring onto your thumb.
He kisses the ring on your hand and you let out a breathy laugh. He locks eyes with you for a moment before shifting so that you’re underneath him.
He places the mass of his body weight on his elbows, but you can still feel him pressing close as he plants kisses down your neck.
Your eyes become half lidded as you melt under him. You fight to suppress a yawn, hoping he doesn’t notice. You want him to touch you like this forever.
He chuckles. “Sweetheart.”
"Yeah?" you murmur, fighting to keep your heavy eyelids open. He lifts his head to look at you.
“You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?” he says.
You shake your head quickly, looking at him with wide eyes. “No, no.”
He laughs. “M’just teasing, baby. We should sleep, it’s getting late.”
“But I want to talk to you longer,” you frown, your lips forming a pout.
"We have all of tomorrow," he says warmly. "We've got time."
♡ 11:00 - goodnight, sweetheart
By 11, you’re tucked into his side fast asleep. Your hair rollers poke into his chest ever so slightly but he's used to it by now, it's familiar.
He keeps his phone brightness on the lowest setting as he reads to pass the time. His insomnia keeps him from sleeping most nights and, though sleeping next to you helps him significantly, it’s still always there hindering him.
He doesn’t tell you, though. Because he knows you’d pry your eyes open to keep yourself from falling asleep, just to keep him company. Instead, you get to fall asleep quickly beside him.
He feels his heart swell when he looks down at you. Your lips part as you snore and he laughs, shaking his head fondly.
“Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”
Mattheo puts down his phone before carefully flicking off your bedside lamp. He prays sleep will come soon as he lets his body relax close to yours.
♡ 1:00 - goodnight, mattheo
In his younger years, Mattheo often misunderstood violence for love.
Growing up in that castle, within those cold walls, he learnt that love was pain. Naturally, he wanted to flee from it.
Throughout his teen years, he feared the day he'd fall in love because he believed it would only give a person the opportunity to hurt him.
Now, he understands he had it all wrong. Love is not loud and frightening like heavy shoes storming through rooms and rough hands slamming doors, love is not the piercing silence between two people.
Love is his rough hand in your soft one, it’s his ring on your finger like a promise he hasn’t made yet, it’s the music the two of you love, it’s the movies you watch, it’s strawberries on a picnic, it's the sound of your heartbeat syncing to his, it’s sleeping beside you — it’s a comfortable thing.
As it turns out, love is a quiet thing that hums louder than real noise. He can feel — more than hear — it everywhere, thrumming through his veins or in his head when he looks at you.
No matter how fleeting, he knows now that loving someone, even at the cost of pain, is always worth it just for this feeling.
But he knows you’ll stay. Maybe forever, if he gets his way. If not? He doesn’t feel that sickening urge to leave claw marks on you to keep you in his grasp, he just wants to be close to you now while he can.
There’s no place close enough to you, though. So, for now, he sleeps with his arms tight around you and hopes it’s enough to mould your souls together for eternity.
thank you to all my readers — whether you've been here since the first fic, the last one or any in between <3. i hope you caught some of the references and callbacks in this fic & i hope you liked it !! know that you can always send in requests for sweetheart!reader & mattheo because i'll probably continue writing for them as long as this blog is alive ♡
first year
— sweetheart joins hogwarts
— sweetheart meets pansy
third year
— mattheo joins hogwarts
— mattheo notices sweetheart on the train going to hogwarts
sixth year
— sweetheart notices mattheo in the first week of school (becomes infatuated, of course)
— they officially "met" him in early october in a potions class
— they kissed in early december
— they had a seven month situationship from december to june
— they started dating in mid june
i fear there may be inconsistencies throughout the series because this timeline was NOT clear for me when i first started writing it lol <3 hope this makes sense to you!
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girl if you're burnt out PLEASSSEE take a break!!! you are in no way obligated to keep writing for us, this should feel fun and we will all be here when you get back <3
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thank you lovely <3 i don’t think i’m as burnt out w writing, it’s more so other things in my life, i do feel less inspired though :(( this is such a sweet message thank you angel <3 i want to write more for fun!!! <3 <3
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idk if ur taking request or thoughts rn but u would ever write smth abt bitchy!reader js having mattheo on a leash basically following her around and doing whatever they ask for ??
bitchy!reader has mattheo on a leash always!
thank you for your request <3 i hope you like this!!
masterlist
You strut quickly through the halls of Hogwarts, your high heels smacking loudly against the floor. Mattheo desperately weaves through the crowds to keep up, following close behind you.
“I mean the movie was cute, I guess.” He says. “It just made no sense.”
The two of you had watched How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days — a favourite of yours — earlier during a free period and now he insisted on arguing with you over the logistics.
"There's no reason why they'd fall in love when they were just acting the whole time, they were never really how they presented themselves so how could they have fallen in love for real?" He continues, probably just to rile you up.
“Were you even paying attention?" You bite, not even looking back at him. "When she went with him to his family's house, they bonded because they were both actually being themselves."
"I'm just saying, they don't seem like a good match."
You stop walking, he almost crashes into your back before dutifully standing straight in front of you with an innocent smile.
"They're a perfect match." You argue, narrowing your eyes at him. "They both have really strong personalities and yet they balance each other well."
He opens his mouth to provoke you further but you cut him off.
"I'd think before I speak." You say, crossing your arms over your chest. "Do you really want to piss me off today over a rom com?" Mattheo smirks.
"Oh, totally." He says. "There’s nothing I like doing more than pissing you off.”
"Well, I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities later." You snark.
He smiles gleefully. You narrow your eyes at him before huffing and rolling them at his shit eating grin, continuing to walk quicker. His smirks drops as he hurries to follow you.
"You know, we're kind of like them." He says, grabbing onto your hand. You let him take it though you barely acknowledge him other than that.
"You just said they don't match."
"Right and then you said they had strong personalities but they balanced each other." He says. "That's us, baby."
He stops walking again, you're not having it. You huff and grab the front of his tie before dragging him behind you. He grins, self-satisfied, following after you without protest.
The two of you come to a stop in front of the door to the Slytherin common room. You turn to face him with your arms crossed again.
"Alright, you've convinced me." He declares. "It's my favourite rom com."
You scoff out a laugh.
"You're such a bullshitter." You say, he grins.
"No, I really do mean it." He gently tugs at your arms, until they uncross and drop to your sides. You huff again, turning your head away. He smiles and starts coaxing you into his arms.
“You’re the Angie to my Brandon, baby.” He flirts shamelessly, wrapping his hands around your waist.
“Andie and Ben.” You deadpan.
“Exactly.” He smirks.
You resist, keeping up your annoyed facade, before inevitably giving in. You let a giggle escape you as you writhe in his grip, play fighting with him.
The door swings open and you quickly gasp and shove Mattheo away, his body bashes into the wall and he groans.
"You aren’t supposed to see that." You say quickly to Theo, before straightening your body and smoothening out the wrinkles in your clothes. Mattheo rubs his arm, giving Theo an unbothered smirk.
Theo grins, preparing to tease you for your exposed display of public affection. "I was just about to find you guys, should've known the place you'd be is on each other—"
"Don’t finish that sentence." You cut him off, pushing past him to enter the room. You pause, looking back to find Mattheo still leaning against the wall. "Mattheo!"
Mattheo perks up and dutifully follows you in, Theo laughs.
You gasp and make a beeline to Pansy, taking a seat in the couch across from her, Mattheo follows suit after you. "I’ve missed you!"
She smiles and blows a kiss at you.
"No fair, you're only nice to Pansy." Enzo whines, pouting dramatically.
"Obviously." You say before sitting up straight and dragging Mattheo's hands to your shoulders, he picks up on your cue and begins to massage the tight knots in your body. You relax against him just slightly. "I only like her."
Mattheo chuckles and shakes his head. You like him, too, and he relishes in that truth. He's maybe the most you could ever like anyone, though you'd rather die than admit it out loud, especially in front of his (and, reluctantly, your) friends that you only half-tolerate.
You wince when he presses too hard, looking back at him with a scowl.
"Sorry." He chuckles, kissing the spot on your shoulder before kneading your skin gentler. Enzo and Blaise exchange a look.
Theo, you hadn’t even noticed he left the room, returns with a crate.
"Mattheo, you coming?" Theo says, standing along with the other boys.
You frown. "Where are you going?"
"Enzo heard a rumour that they never clear out the canteen after lunch." Theo says. "So, we're raiding it."
Pansy sighs. "How are you guys still hungry? Lunch was an hour ago."
"It's the fast metabolism." Mattheo says with a smug grin, he stands to join the other boys. You frown at the loss of pressure on your shoulders.
"Wait." You furrow your eyebrows, he immediately turns to you and sits back down on the couch. Theo shakes his head.
"Yes?"
“You’re leaving?” You pout, Mattheo looks conflicted.
"Come on, princess, you'll live without your little dog for an hour." Theo laughs.
Both you and Mattheo glare at him for the statement, though the two of you can't deny its truth.
You have the worst case of princess syndrome Hogwarts has ever seen, sure, but Mattheo lets you by feeding into it. Mattheo is more than happy to follow and run circles around you, forever at your beck and call, willing to do anything he can just for you. Like a dog, you suppose.
You roll your eyes before immediately appearing unbothered. “Fine, just go."
Mattheo looks terrified. "Baby-"
"It's fine." You look away, feigning disinterest.
Now Mattheo panics and Enzo barks out a laugh. "Oh, you're cooked."
Mattheo tries very hard to dissect your face, trying to decipher whether or not you're actually perfectly fine with it and just being difficult or if he's going to have to pay for this later.
Luckily, while your lips are formed into a small pout still, the corners are curved up slightly into an almost-smile. The crease between your eyebrows is gone and so is the storm in your eyes. It’s looking like the former. He smiles, relieved, and kisses your forehead.
"We’ll be back soon, I love you." He says, you wave him off.
"Whatever, get me a coke." You say before adding, in a much softer voice than you can usually stomach. "I love you too."
His face breaks out into a wide grin, he leaves the room with another kiss to your knuckle.
sab you are an ANGEL ughhh just read that body glitter drabble and I could kiss you rn. anon that suggested it ilyt that was everything I want in life <333
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AWW i'm glad u liked it !!! kissing u right back rn <3
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hi there i hope all is well! i was wondering if i could please request something with boyfriend!mattheo x sweetheart!reader where she just got some super glittery body oil and she tried it out for the first time, and keeps it as an after shower care staple, but you can see the actual shimmer in her during the day. like mattheo is lowkey wondering why she’s shimmering golden glitter literally from her neck to her toes but of course he still finds it cute. this is lowkey inspired by the new saltair golden hour shimmer body oil i got cause i put it on and i thought of sweetheart!reader bc it was so mesmerizing and shimmery, it literally has me feeling like a golden glittered edward cullen i love it and can see sweetheart loving it too.
sweetheart!reader gets body glitter & mattheo loves it
this is ADORABLE and SO ME AS WELL. my roommate begged me to stop using body glitter because it’s all over our bathroom… i hope u like this lovely !! stay glittery hehe
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In Disney movies, the princesses typically wake up with perfect hair surrounded by singing birds and flowers.
That's exactly how you feel this Saturday morning. Though, instead of waking up to birds and flowers, you wake up to a text from Mattheo and a package outside of your door. Which is just as lovely, you think.
mattheo ♥︎
| 8:07 am
good morning sweetheart
omw to quidditch training rn, see you later at 12?
i love you have a good day
<3
You smile and lift your phone to your face, sending him a lazy selfie, bed head and all.
You open your door and slide the package inside before quickly cutting it open with barely contained excitement. Inside is the brand new body glitter you had ordered on a whim a few weeks ago, you've been impatiently tracking that package on your phone ever since. Now that it's finally here, you waste no time in trying it. It motivates you to start your day immediately.
So, after a nice shower and drying your hair halfway through, you dispense a few shimmery drops of the oil and rub it onto your chest, then your arms, then your legs — until you (and your bathroom) are covered head to toe in glitter. You do a once over in the mirror, smiling to yourself when the glitter on your skin catches the light just right.
You slip back into your pyjamas — an old band t-shirt of Mattheo's and your cute pink flowery shorts, the colours and aesthetics clash so hard it almost works — before making your way to the fairly empty kitchen, preparing to make lunch for you and Mattheo.
Meanwhile, Mattheo takes long strides to the Hufflepuff common room. The selfie you had sent earlier serves as motivation to get to you as fast as he can after his shower despite the aches in his sore body.
Finally, after a whisper of the password you shared with him, he pushes the door open to the sight of your back to his, standing over a pot. You haven't noticed him yet, too focused on what you're doing, and he takes the opportunity to watch you.
Even undone — no makeup, hair still damp, still in your pyjamas — he finds you so beautiful it almost hurts. His eyes trace over your body in the purest way, smiling at the sight of your heel tapping against the floor to the music playing on your phone.
God, he's so in love with you even your skin looks extra shiny.
"Honey, I'm home." He teases from behind you, you turn to look at him with a wide smile and his heart squeezes.
"Hi." You smile, gesturing for him to take a seat. He does so eventually but not before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a kiss. "How was quidditch?"
"Same old, how was your morning, baby?" He says as you pour creamy pasta from the pot into two different plates, setting them down in front of him. He thanks you gratefully before immediately digging in.
You really should find it disgusting how he eats like a wild dog but, frankly, you can't seem to find him anything but endearing.
You tell him about the dream you had and a movie you want to watch with him, hands moving around animatedly while you talk. He watches you, nodding and chiming in occasionally.
He examines your arms. Maybe your sparkly skin is not just a product of love clouding his vision. Still, he doesn't bother mentioning it, not until the two of you are done with your lunch and he's doing the dishes while you sit on the counter with a dish towel, ready to dry them.
"It was really good, sweetheart, I love your cooking." He says, scrubbing at the plates.
"I know! I think I'm getting pretty good... am I Gordon Ramsay or what?" You say before frowning. "No, I'm not very mean, I couldn't stomach yelling at other chefs, I can't be him."
He turns to you, raising his eyebrows. "Right, your sweetness is the only thing that makes you different from Gordon Ramsay."
The two of you make it back to your dorm. In this light, the shimmer on your body is very prominent and he can't help himself from finally asking.
"Sweetheart?" He says with amusement, taking you in. "How are you... glittery?"
You beam at him, doing a twirl. "I got body glitter!" You squeal. "Do you like it?"
"I do." He says with a soft grin. He watches as you catch sight of yourself in the mirror behind you, watching your skin glitter and shine as you sway back and fourth. God, she's so fucking cute. He thinks to himself. "When did you get it?"
"Just this morning." You say, smiling. "You can totally borrow it if you want."
He huffs out a laugh, snaking an arm around your waist.
"Thanks sweetheart." He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth making you smile, you wrap your own arms around his shoulders, no doubt transferring glitter onto his shirt.
"My little vampire." Mattheo mumbles against your collarbone, you laugh.
"What?" You ask, he smirks against your skin.
"This is the skin of a killer, Bella." He recites, you gasp.
"How do you know that?" You say delighted as he presses kisses along your glittery skin.
"You forced me to watch Twilight before we started dating, remember?" He muses.
"You're right, I did do that!" You smile, remembering the perpetual frown on his face while he criticised the realism of the plot. ("He just breaks into her room without asking her and watches her sleep? Isn't that kind of fucked up?" 'No, Mattheo, it was romantic at the time. Besides, he's kind of you coded.")
"You really paid attention." You murmur happily before gasping when you feel his teeth graze your skin.
"Mattheo!" You scold breathlessly, letting out a little giggle.
"What? That's what vampires do."
"No but I'm the shiny vampire." You laugh. "I'm supposed to bite you."
He pulls away and looks down at you with a grin, he gently pushes you against a wall.
"Be my guest." He murmurs.
By the end of the afternoon, glitter sticks onto Mattheo's body as well.
i'm back !! and i'm currently working on: a ton of requests (thank you <3) and a very long two-part mattheo riddle series (will be out late in july i think <3)
