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Affection - How affectionate are they? How do they show affection? Do they do it often?
I feel like when you look at soft matt he’s just really cuddly with Nick and Chris and let’s honest soft matt is his true form even though he tries to act tough, I feel like he shows affection by like doing simple acts of service or just even being with his partner
Baby - Do they want a family?
he said it before that he’s wanted kids
Confession - How would they confess their love for their partner?
I feel like Matt would be a low-key player off kind of confession. I feel like he wouldn’t straight up tell you that he likes you. I feel like you would just give subtle hints until you understand or get the hints and then he will confess it.
Domestic - Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning and taking care of themselves?
I feel like he would settle down in his late 20s early 30s after the YouTube career is maybe over. And we know he does everyone’s laundry and we can tell he takes care of himself.
Ending - If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?
I feel like Matt would really struggle with this, but if it’s what he wants, then he will do it. He would just try and find the nicest easiest way possible to do it kind of let them down slowly.
Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
We’ve seen triplets fight and they give each other in seconds, but I feel like if it’s matt and a significant other I feel like he wouldn’t really be joking and he will obviously take it seriously I feel like it would also sit down after you both calm down and just talk about it instead of going to bed angry about it.
Gentle - How gentle are they with their partner?
It’s matt and that’s all I’m gonna say he’s just one of the most gentle people on the Earth and you can tell
Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
I feel like the only secret Matt would hide from his partner is a secrets at his brothers have told them but other than that I feel like he would tell you anything
Impression - What was their first impression of their future partner?
I have no clue what to do for this one, so I’m skipping it
Jealousy - How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?
oh, he definitely gets jealous low-key like if you’re talking to someone that he thinks is “ better looking than him” he would definitely be jealous but try play off as if he’s not I feel like it was just act cool and calm and collected but as soon as you notice, he just starts acting off
Kiss - How do they kiss? What's their favorite type of kiss?
Hear me out when I say this. forehead kisses. Matt just seems like the type to give forehead kiss. just like a soft gentle forehead kiss whenever wherever.
Love language - What's their love language?
I feel like a matts love language differs between gift giving, quality time and physical touch and throw a bit of acts of service in there. Like I can just imagine this man coming to your house one day with random gifts or doing like little things for you like that you didn’t wanna do or just want to spend quality time cuddling you watching TV or something.
Marriage - Do they want to get married?
we all know Matt said he didn’t want a wedding or he only wants a small wedding
Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?
I don’t know if this is just, I don’t fw pet names but can’t imagine any of the triplets apart from Chris their significant other pet names like the only one maybe for Matt would probably be baby
Open - When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?
I feel like Matt would have a hard time at first opening up. I feel like there would have to be a breaking point where something happens and he just kinda lets it all out and then after that he would just tell you anything and everything about his day or what happened or if he’s overthinking
Parents - What would they be like as a parent?
this man is a girl dad that don’t hear anything about it but apart from that, I feel like Matt would just be one of the best dads in the world like he would 100% be a soft parent 
Quizzes - How much do they remember about their s/o? do they remember every detail, or do they let details slip their mind?)
he definitely remembers every detail like things that you even told him that the start of your relationship like the get to know sort of questions he will remember he just seems like the type of person remember every little detail about someone that is interested considering yesterday Chris said when Matt likes something he is locked in. I feel like he will know like every little detail about you and I feel like he would also know like how you’re feeling just by looking at you.
Remember - What is their favorite moment in your relationship?
I can’t do this one either 
Security - How protective are they? how would they protect their s/o, and how would they like to be protected?
I feel like if you’re at a concert and like the pit or a party or something somewhere where it’s crowded and like people are pushing up against you I feel like Matt would just have his arm around it like keep you next to him
Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
Again, can’t do this one because I haven’t made like a best relationship to go off
Ugly - What would be some bad habits of theirs?
I don’t think there would be any bad relationship habit I think obviously the bad habits that Matt has would probably be biting his nails and not opening up in a relationship but they’re not really bad habits I don’t know
Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life
this relationship would 100% be so important to matt it’s like his little getaway from Chris and Nick but also another person who can just be his complete self with. I don’t think it would be as important as Chris and Nick because obviously like a relationship will probably end but it will be one of the more important things
Wedding - what type of wedding would they want?
I feel like obviously he would want a small wedding if he has one with only like close family and friends like he wouldn’t have random influencers or like extended extended family I feel like he would only have like immediate family and it would probably 100% be in Massachusetts or in one of the forestry areas in Vermont
X - A random Fluff Headcanon.
Can’t do this one
Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
I feel like Matt would bug Nick and Chris about missing his significant other like I feel like they wouldn’t have the end of it
ZZZ - How do they sleep? How does an s/o fit into their sleep habits?
I feel like Mr. Wrinkleton would to get his space taken but Matt would be okay with it. I feel like you guys were just cuddled to sleep and then drift off in the night like away from each other, but he would always somehow be touching you like whether his legs touching your hip or his hand is on your side. I feel like you would just be low-key clingy.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of break up, crying, & probably more !
Author's Note: Happy New Year's Eve! Here's a lil angst to ✨ spice ✨ up your day :) I wrote this while listening to a super sad playlist on Spotify. Both these songs played, and inspired me to write a story!
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Three months had passed since you and Matt decided to call it quits. The decision wasn't easy, but the relentless hate from his fans had become too much to bear. The once joyful relationship, which had been proudly displayed on his Instagram and in the YouTube videos with his triplet brothers, Nick and Chris, was now just a painful memory.
You remember the exact moment you decided to end things.
“Our love is six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Would roses bloom?"
It was a rainy day, fittingly somber, when you told Matt you couldn't handle the negativity anymore. The look in his eyes broke you, but you knew it was for the best.
Matt wasn't feeling any better. Despite Nick and Chris's efforts to get him to focus on his career, he was stuck in a loop of despair. Every social media post, every video felt empty without you by his side.
"It's not true
Tell me I've been lied to
Crying isn't like you"
He couldn't move on, and neither could you. The pain was mutual, and the absence of your lifelong friendship made it even harder to cope.
Your mind was brought back to Kindergarten, the day you met Matt and his brothers. You were swinging on the swing set at your school's playground, the world blurring around you as you swung back and forth. You were shocked, and hurt, when a soccer ball came flying to the back of your head.
“Ouch!” You had screeched, jumping off the swing and bringing your hand to your head. You looked around the playground, trying to find the culprit. Your eyes landed on this small group of boys who seemed practically identical. You picked up the ball, stomping over to their sheepish gaze.
“Didn't your mother ever teach you not to hit girls?” you asked sassily, tossing the ball to the ground in front of them. One of the boys at the end spoke up finally, “It was an accident, we swear!” You only rolled your eyes, crossing your little kid arms in front of your chest with your foot tapping the mulch angrily.
“Well, I expect an apology because that hurt!” You'd told them, scanning their almost identical faces. Your eyes landed on the boy standing in the middle. Even back then, he had made your heart skip a beat. He had stared at you with this intensity that made your stomach churn with butterflies.
“I'm sorry about that. Our brother, Nick, isn't very athletic like Chris and I,” the boy had said, pointing to his brother on one side, then at his other before holding his hand out for you to shake. “I'm Matt, by the way. And yes, before you ask, we are triplets,” you couldn't help but laugh at his words. You were sure they were constantly getting asked that.
You took his hand in yours, shaking up and down once before quickly letting go. His hand was warm from presumably working up a sweat playing soccer. Yours were clammy too, from gripping the handles of the swing. “Wanna play with us?” Nick had offered.
You quickly agreed, kicking and passing the ball around with the three brothers. Maybe these boys weren't so bad. You had always wanted friends, perhaps these boys could be that for you.
You didn't realize it, but you were crying. The memory tugging at the strings of your heart. You were hurting. More than you'd ever like to admit.
“Retrace my lips, erase your touch
It's all too much for me
Blow away like smoke in air
How can you die carelessly?”
As you sat alone in your room, tears streaming down your face, you couldn't help but wonder how Matt was doing. Meanwhile, Matt was at his house, surrounded by his brothers. They were playing a game in the living room, but Matt's mind kept drifting back to the past.
Lately, he found himself thinking about you more and more. He missed the days when things were simpler, when a game of soccer could make everything better.
His brothers noticed his distraction. "Hey, Matt, you okay?" Nick asked, concern evident in his voice. Matt forced a smile, trying to shake off the melancholy. "Yeah, just thinking about old times," he replied.
As he sat there, he realized that no matter how much time had passed, some memories never truly fade.
“What the hell did I do?
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through”
You picked up your phone, trying to distract yourself from the overwhelming emotions. You opened TikTok, hoping for a momentary escape. As you scrolled through your feed, you stumbled upon an old edit of you and Matt. The video was a compilation of little clips: the two of you cuddling, laughing, holding each other, and looking at each other like you were the only ones in the room.
The memories hit you like a tidal wave, and you began to cry harder, unable to hold back the flood of emotions.
"They're playin' our sound
Layin' us down tonight
And all of these clouds
Cryin' us back to life
But you're cold as a night”
The triplets had gone to bed, but Matt couldn't sleep. He was in his room, alone. His mind was flipping through images of you. The memories of it all caused tears to cascade down his cheeks.
“Up all night
On another red-eye
I wish we never learned to fly
Maybe we should just try
To tell ourselves a good lie
I didn't mean to make you cry”
You turned off your phone, frustrated and hurt even more than before. Three months, and it all still hurt the same. You didn't understand it. Why did people have to be so cruel? You missed Matt. Now more than ever.
He'd hold you at times like this. When all you needed was reassurance and whispers of sweet nothings. Those nothings were everything, though.
But he wasn't here. He wasn't with you. Not in your bed, holding you and telling you it was all okay. Because it wasn't. Nothing was okay. You weren't okay.
“Help, I lost myself again
But I remember you”
Matt's mind went back to the time he took you to New York City. Just the two of you on a romantical getaway. At least that's what you had called it. A romantic trip to get away from it all. That was four months ago. One month before you had broken up with him.
“The smile that you gave me
Even when you felt like dying
We fall apart as it gets dark
I'm in your arms in Central Park
There's nothing you could do or say”
As you cried yourself to sleep, you couldn't help but mourn. Mourn the loss of not just a relationship with Matt, but the friendship of him and his brothers.
“Six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain”
Matt's eyes grew heavy, sleep slowly taking over his body. He couldn't help it.
Legs spread open, hair messily falling on the soft, white sheets beneath you, a glistening, delicious glow falling onto your skin, providing Matt the best view he could ever wish for.
You were wrecked under Matt, throat aching from all the whimpers and moans he brought out of you. His thick, long cock bruised your sweetest spot for what felt like the 100th time, but you didn't complain. You couldn't. Not when his dick made you feel like floating on clouds, making you cum over and over.
❝Fuck, baby- this pussy's all mine, isn't it?❞ his hoarse voice brings you back on earth, sending delicious shivers down your spine. ❝Mmgh- fuck, yes!❞ you try to say, but it comes out as a high pitched moan.
His throbbing dick plunges in and out of your little hole, the stretch pulling your back off the bed and arch it so much your bare, sticky with sweat chest comes flushed to his. Matt's ringed fingers come around your throat, applying pressure— not enough to choke you, but surely enough to make your pussy drip, obscene sounds floating around the room from where your bodies met.
You whimpeer when he plunged inside with a harsh thrust. ❝I know baby, I know❞ he coos, placing small kisses on your tear stained cheek ❝But you can take it, my little doll, right?❞
You nod, a moan escaping your lips ❝I ca-I can take it❞ you try to make out, that little tickle in your tummy amplifying with each movement of Matt's hips. ❝That's my girl❞ he says, a wicked grin on his lips as he speeds up his movements, making you feel every inch, every vein of his cock.
He hits that gummy spot inside you, making you squirm and almost scream as the tight rope in your tummy snaps, blissful shivers taking over your body, going straight to your legs, making them uncontrolably shake. As your tight hole squeezes Matt's dick like a vise and he glances over at your fucked out expression, he can't hold it any longer but let pleasure take over his whole being, falling apart above you. He fills you up with white spurts of cum, making you stuffed and full of him.
As you both catch your breaths, he takes in your appearence: messy hair, glistening skin from the sweat, his cum dripping out of your pretty pussy, lips puffy and abused. You were wrecked, but you couldn't be more beautiful.
❝You're wonderful, baby,. Beautiful, amazing, perfect❞ he says in a low tone as he kisses the corner of your mouth repeatedly.❝I love you, pretty thing❞
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❀࿐ 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖𝜗𝜚 your photo in Matt's wallet ♡ 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖
Even though you weren't allowed to hang out this late with a boy, the creepling feeling on the back of your neck that left goosebumps in its path made everything much more exciting - more precious. And it was Matty. You trusted him with your life - and him? He'd do anything in his power to protect you and keep you safe.
Tucked close to him, his warm body radiating safeness, you walked into the dive bar with a soft smile glued to your lips. The red hue that spread across the whole local laid preciously on Matt's features, making them look sharper - but still warm, soft, sweet. He catches you looking at him as you sit down at the stools in front of the bar and presses a feather-light kiss on your glossy, red lips. The sticky combo left a faint mark on his lips, but you're quick to erase it with your tumb. ❝ What? ❞ he asks, brows furrowing softly.
❝ Got a little lipstick on you ❞ you say with a small chuckle as you finally clean his lip up. A small grin forms on his face as he leans down again, pressing a deeper, rougher kiss to your sweet mouth.
A gasp escapes you, pulling back from his loving attack. ❝ Matthew! You're gonna ruin it, baby ❞ you say, a small pout forming on your now-smudged lips. ❝ But you're so sweeeet, and you taste like cherries ❞ he says, cupping your face with his big and calloused hands that provided the perfect feeling on your cheeks - friction and warmth - kissing you repeatedly. But you couldn't complain and didn't even want to.
As he kissed the tip of your nose and waved to the bartender to bring you a drink, you scrunch your nose in disgust as you see the bottle in front of him. ❝ Beer? ❞
❝ Mhm, what is it? ❞ he asks, a small frown on his face. ❝ It makes your breath stink ❞ you mumble, stomach already churning from the mere thought of beer. You hated the smell of it, especially when Matt drank it.
His head tips back, a laugh escaping his lips. ❝ I'm lucky my mouth tastes like cherries now, aren't I?❞
A blush creeps up your cheeks and you couldn't control the smile forming on your lips - neither the blooming feeling spreading in your chest like warmth.
He takes out his wallet to pay for your drinks and, completely oblivious to all the people that stuffed the bar, he opens it and takes out a 20 dollar bill - but you see it, and your jaw falls slack.
❝ Matt! ❞ you whisper-shout, gripping his wallet tight while looking around to make sure no one saw that.
❝ What, baby? ❞ he asks, mocking innocence.
❝ Don't keep th-that there ❞ shyness takes over you, making your whole face heat up - and you couldn't be more thankful to the red lights in the bar, because your face is probably beet-red already.
Matt has been keeping a photo of you in a lacy, white lingerie set he bought you some time ago. A type of underwear that didn't have the purpose of covering, but flattering. You were excited about the idea and actually posed for Matt when he took the photos - he would never force you to do such thing. He took the photo right before he devoured you - loved you slow and passionate, like you were the only two people on Earth and had the rest of your lives to get drunk on each other.
❝ You don't want me to keep that photo in my wallet? ❞
But you couldn't lie - you loved it. It excited, even aroused you. Knowing that Matty kept the sexiest photo of you in his wallet, carrying you around wherever he went - and if someone ever saw it (even though Matt didn't joke around with what's his) - they'd know you were his, and he was all yours.
And like he read the answer on your face, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your neck, tickling the sensitive skin - like a whisper.
❝ My dirty girl, you like that, don't ya'? ❞
cherry's kisses:: ngl i listened to role model the whole time i wrote this. hope you like it babiess !
