a/n: i LVOE this request, thank so so much. btw, sorry if i misunderstood the thing and matt and the reader arent in a relationship HELP. anyway, i literally love bags by clairo so much.
this is based off this request!
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You stood in the triplet’s kitchen with Madi and Chris’s girlfriend Nat, short for Natalie.
For Natalie’s channel, you were doing a “baking deaf, blind and mute” challenge, where one had a blindfold on, one with headphones on, and one with tape covering their mouth.
Nat introduced the video, immediately getting on with the challenge.
“MADI, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” Nat laughed loudly, due to her sudden loss of hearing, almost falling backwards.
“Nat, I can’t fucking see!” Madi yelled back, trying to pour the flour nicely into the bowl. You stood beside them, uncontrollably muffled-laughing because of the duct tape over your lips.
You tried your best to help them, but it was very hard to do when you couldn’t communicate normally with them. From time to time, you took over Madi’s or Nat’s tasks, pushing her out of the way.
The triplets were sitting on the couch behind the camera. Chris was having the time of his life, watching his girlfriend terribly fail at baking a few cupcakes.
Nick was for the most part on his phone or going back and forth from his room and the couch.
Matt was also having fun, watching you try to get Madi and Nat out of the way so you could stop them from pouring batter on the floor. You had always been just a tad bit closer to Matt than Nick or Chris, until he finally confessed his mutual feelings for you.
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“Okay, so we just put the cupcakes in the oven, so now we’re going to work on the icing. I’m gonna be blindfolded, Madi’s is gonna be mute, and Y/n will be deaf. Alright, let’s start!” Nat clapped her hands, handing you the headphones.
You put your hair down, the headphones sitting comfortably. Nat grabbed her phone, turning on the song she had stopped mid-through.
You didn’t recognize the first song, the second one being “yes, and?” by Ariana Grande. For the most part, you were standing beside your two friends humming along, occasionally smiling at Matt who was looking at you. He smiled back at you, adverting his gaze back to the mixing-bowl with the milk and vanilla.
“MADI, YOU’RE SPILLING THE MILK.” You yelled way too loudly, grabbing Madi by her shoulders with one hand, the other one stabilizing the bowl.
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One song later, Madi was mixing the icing together to a thicker consistency. Your headphones were silent for a second, before your favorite song, Bags by Clario, started playing.
“GUYS, I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG!” You yelled, trying to jump along with the beat in the song. Madi and Nat completely took over as you danced along.
Matt looked up from his phone due to your yelling. Of course, he didn’t know what song was playing, but he was curious. You backed away from Madi and Nat, dancing along to Bags.
“EVERY SECOND COUNTS, I DON’T WANNA TALK TO YOU ANYMORE, AND” You laughed, singing loudly along. Matt’s face almost instantly lit up, due to this being your guys’s favourite song.
Almost everywhere you went together alone, Matt was listening to it with you (even when he was alone). On late-night car rides, cuddling in his room, or quietly singing in the triplet’s car videos, it was your song.
Your relationship was kept secret from the triplet’s fandom since Matt didn’t want you to receive hate or backlash. And you didn’t mind, as long as you both were happy, it was all that mattered. Currently, you have been going strong for two and a half years.
“ALL THESE LITTLE GAMES, YOU CAN CALL ME BY THE NAME I GAVE YOU!” Matt was beaming, staring in complete awe. If he wasn’t already madly in love with you, he was now.
Nat was continuously gently slapping your arm to stop you from dancing, but you didn’t budge. Almost like you were singing to Matt, you tried to point secretly at him, a smile immediately growing on your face as you locked eyes with him.
“CAN YOU SEE ME? I’M WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME,” You kept going, dancing, jumping, spinning, all sorts of expressions of excitement were expressed right then and there.
Nat and Madi had given up a long time ago, placing the rack with the cupcakes on the counter.
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The following Thursday, Nat released the video to her channel.
You were cuddled up with Matt in your shared his bed, both mindlessly scrolling through social media. Matt was checking his Instagram, you on TikTok. One particular TikTok caught your eye.
An edit of you and Matt to Bags by Clairo. The clip of him mentioning the song in their Wednesday video, followed along by your singing.
You smiled to yourself, opening the comment section to find multiple people suspecting a possible relationship between the two of you. A bunch of people agreed, and a bunch of people turned it down.
You liked the edit, scrolling further, only to find more, more and more edits. Matt noticed your giggles, looking up from his phone to look at yours.
“Are you watching edits of.. us?” He smiled, putting his phone on his nightstand before turning back around to wrap an arm around your waist.
“Yeah, look. There’s a fuck ton of them. To Bags!” You smiled from ear to ear, a faint blush creeping up on your cheeks. Matt stared at you in awe, looking back at your phone to see more edits. He couldn’t stop smiling either, watching you so excited to see edits of you two to your favorite song.
“Oh my God, I love you,” Matt chuckled, pressing a few kisses from your forehead, down the side of your face.
“Matt, I lov- it- it tickles, stop!” You laughed loudly, the tickling sensation making you drop your phone. He couldn’t stop smiling, softly planting a kiss to your lips.
He pulled away slowly, his eyes glued on yours. “Can you send me that second one you showed me?”
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a/n: i hope it lived up to your expectations arghhh, love the request once again, thank you thank you.
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“Here.”
Matt climbs up from the small window under the roof, and hands you a sweater. It’s the one he was wearing before you complained about how chilly the weather had gotten.
It’s warm and smells like him, and your body buzzes in contentment. He sits down next to you, now wearing a zip-up, and pulls a beanie out of the pocket.
“You should dress warmer, you know how October in New England is.” He nags at you, pulling the beanie over your head, then yanking it down to cover your eyes.
“Matt.” You groan, pawing his hands away to fix the beanie yourself. You pull it up just in time to see his head tilt as he lets out a laugh.
Boyish and light.
His hair falls with him and he’s outlined in front of the sunset. Muted oranges and pinks melt over him in a way that makes him look out of reach.
It has your heart stuttering before you can help it, eyes glazing over with want, with need. With a feeling, you know better than to say aloud.
But your lips move faster than your brain.
“You’re beautiful.”
Matts’ laugh slows, fingers fidgeting with a box of Marlboro’s. His eyes glance over to your lips as if to see if the words’ll come out your mouth again.
He doesn’t say anything, but you didn’t expect him to.
You huff out a breath and give a tight-lipped smile, turning your head to the front.
The streetlights and telephone pole wires cross and tangle over each other. The wires sway with the sudden breeze, and it nips at your face. It hurts, gnaws your nose red and raw, but you let it.
Treating it like a warning that you’re teetering on risky territory, walking a tightrope that was already too thin before you started across it.
You’re too far along to stop now.
“You got a light?” Matt has a cigarette dangling in the side of his mouth. Lips forming a pretty pink pout you wish you could kiss.
“Yeah.” You scoot closer to him, and lift the pant leg of your jeans, pulling a lighter from inside your sock.
Matt holds the pack of Marlboro’s out to you with one of the cigs already sticking out from the rest. You grab it and place it between your lips.
Lipgloss coating the orange tip with a tint.
It’s comedic really, the way your hands are slightly trembling as you flick the steel lighter open and spark it.
You’ve done this for him countless times, and you wish you could blame it on the chill.
But you know better.
There are days when you’re overwhelming need and love for your best friend, seem out of your control.
When the urge to pull him into you, and hold him while he rests his head in the space where your neck and shoulder meet, feels suffocating. The atmosphere feels too domestic, too comfortable, too needing.
It’s spilling out of you in waves right now, and you’re having a hard time soaking it back in.
“You alright?” His voice is nasal, heavy. You feel the words vibrate within you, being this close to him and you almost flinch.
“Yeah, just cold.” You hate lying to him.
You say nothing more, cupping a hand around the butt of his cigarette and trying to light it.
The flame keeps blowing out before it can start burning, and you grunt. Matt’s hand comes up to the other side of yours, completing the open side of your cup.
His hands are larger than yours.
Warmer and thicker, veins prominent under his ink. They have stories to tell.
You want to feel them running up your back. Want to feel them knead the flesh of your thighs while you’re reading.
Feel them entwine with yours when you’re underneath him. His face pressed into your neck as he leaves kisses that have you feigning for the grounding grip of his hands.
You need it so bad it’s damn near dizzying.
You try sparking the flame again, and it lights with no trouble this time. You push forward a bit so your cigarette can catch the flame too.
Your eyes linger on where the ends of them meet, not daring to look anywhere else. Then you feel Matt shift, and on instinct, your eyes move up.
He’s looking straight at you, the fire casting a warm glow over his face. It’s dim but bright and it glazes his eyes over as if they were glass. He looks in thought and doesn’t try to break the sudden eye contact.
He roams your face, then his lips are moving.
“You’re beautiful.” He mumbles around his cigarette.
The lighter flicks off.
You two washed in immediate twilight. Nothing but a dim flicker of red as the ash burns at the end of your Marlboros.
You can just barely make each other out, cast in an almost purple film. The sun is now below the horizon and only illuminating the bottom of the sky.
“Matthew.” You warn, moving back, taking a pull from your cigarette. The wind catches your blowout and swirls it around.
Hypocrite.
“I know. I fucking know.” He cuts you off. His nose and cheeks are gnawed red, a bit worse than yours.
“But I’m sick of this shit.” He sounds tired. Looks tired too.
“We’ve talked about this, we’re okay like this—”
“And how the fuck did you figure that out?” Matt turns his head to the side and breathes out.
“It's not fair.” He whispers.
Of course, it's not fair. Your desire to keep him at arm's length to protect your friendship, better yet your heart, is selfish.
All your cards would be laid out. But so would Matt's.
So yes, it's not fair.
A distant streetlamp on the other side of the neighborhood flickers.
“I want you too, you know that Matt. Do you know how dizzying it is to be this close to you?” You throw your hands up, your want painted vividly across your face.
“You should know that shit better than anyone. But I can’t—” You stop, stuttering over your words.
“Can’t what? Lose me.” He mocks, knowing those words were coming. It's only every other month you two find yourselves in this conversation.
“Yes Matthew, lose you.” You press your lips together, fingers shakily flicking the ash of your cigarette to keep it burning.
Matt stays quiet, and you can’t bring yourself to look over at him.
Fresh smoke from a pull breezes by your face, and you hear him smushing the cigarette out on the roof. Tears brim your waterline, but don’t spill.
Then Matt’s pulling your face towards his with gentle hands.
His hands. Warmer and stronger than yours.
And the tears spill. They run down your cheeks and puddle on his hands.
His eyes move to your lips, then dilate when they meet your gaze.
“I’m going to kiss you. Okay.” He whispers. And you’re tired. Tired of running. Tired of acting like you have it all figured out. That you know what’s good for you, and what’s not.
Matt is here. He’s right in front of you, exuding a love and need for you that’s almost to the point of overwhelming.
So you cave.
Killing your cigarette, you lean forward and kiss him. He presses his lips hard against yours, and you wrap a hand around the nape of his neck.
It’s desperate, slow, and defies every ounce of hesitance you once had. Because that’s what Matt does to you. And you were an idiot to deny yourself the freedom, the easiness, the serenity that comes with loving him.
He kisses you breathless. Everything he’s been holding on to, spilling out to meet the wave that you gave up trying to soak back in. You feel Matt’s tears melt against your cheeks and fall with yours.
He pulls away first, his eyes wet and glistening. You stare longing at him, a weight off your shoulders, breath coming to you lighter.
"You're not going to lose me. Love me, and let me love you. Okay?" His voice is shaky. You strongly nod your head and he nods with you.
"Okay." You match his tone of voice.
Sliding the hand that was on his neck to his face you use your thumbs to swipe at his tears. Then gently rub at his cheekbones when he closes his eyes at your touch.
Moments pass as you sit like this, and a few more go by before you’re laughing.
It’s watery and choked, and probably wouldn’t be considered a laugh. But Matt follows and you’re both coughing and sputtering. His nose scrunchies up, smile lines deep and worn.
You've never loved anyone more.
You grab hold of his hand and give it a squeeze.
They’re bigger than yours, but now your hand is as warm as his.
You rub his knuckles with yours and smile when Matt brings your hand up to leave a kiss on your knuckles.
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