the boys know they'll always have someone to call when they need them. that someone in question being you, luckily that feeling is more than mutual.
‧₊˚ matt x gn!reader
‧₊˚ warnings: light swearing, otherwise very very wholesome :)
‧₊˚ word count: 840
‧₊˚ pt.2 ( nick ) | pt.3 ( chris ) | masterlist
( 𝖒. ) ; you call him when it all feels like way too much
You had almost fallen asleep in Matt's car if it weren't for the enthusiastic rambling of your best friend next to you. One of his hands would sometimes leave the steering wheel to comb through his hair or emphasize his words with some sort of gesture. Your eyes, even half lidded, would follow his movement, your head against the window in the passenger seat
He had offered to pick you up from college after hearing how awful your day was.
"-and, I don't know what happened but Nick suddenly developed a weird obsession with Po from Kung Fu Panda, it's like all he talks about. Can you believe it? Chris has to leave the room any time it starts."
If you weren't so tired you would have giggled at his story, but any movement seemed to drain your energy even more and you were saving it up for having to peel yourself from the seat and walking into their home.
Matt insisted on assisting you, carrying you on his back into the house as he continued to talk.
"Yesterday I walked in on him reading an article called "25 inspirational Kung Fu Panda Quotes that will change your life forever" and when I tried to address it he just hissed at me. He hissed."
Chris looked up from his place on the couch, a smile forming on his face at the sight of the two of you. He, too, was forced to listen to your whining in the group chat about your hard day.
"Move," Matt muttered once he stood in front of his brother, turning around and letting you plop onto the couch with a small thud, your head landing in Chris' lap.
"Ouch! Dude, your head is heavy as fuck."
You opened one eye to glare up at him.
"Cuz it's full of knowledge, stupid."
"I highly doubt that, considering you literally sat through the wrong class today and didn't notice for the whole 50 minutes."
"How do you know that?!" You yelled, covering your face in embarrassment.
"Cuz you literally spammed us all about it in the group chat today, you goof."
"Oh god." You mumbled into your hands, not noticing the third brother also entering the room, leaning over the couch to offer you some of his sympathy.
"Why did I even want to become a film major, who put this insane stupid dummy-dumb idea into my head?!" You groaned, kicking your legs in frustration.
"Because you made a compilation of Nick falling down when we were in middle school and you called it your magnum opus," Chris recalled, stroking your head in sympathy.
"That was a pretty funny video," Matt mumbled under his breath.
"I should quit," You murmured only to be met with disagreement from your friends.
"Sure you're having a bit of a tough day, but you'll get through it," Nick tried to cheer you up, "You'll be done with college soon anyway."
"But if you want to take a bit of a break, we'll understand, maybe skip some classes tomorrow to get a good rest and-"
"That's a terrible idea, Chris! They already missed one of their classes today. If you skip you'll just be farther behind with the material."
Nick walked over to you, taking your hands in his as he looked deep into your eyes.
"A real warrior never quits," he smiled.
You almost smiled back.
"Po said that in the first Kung Fu Panda, but to be honest the second one is like-"
"Ok. I have to leave," Chris mumbled, lifting your head as gentle as he could despite the sudden spike in rage that was building up in him at his brothers words.
He walked towards the kitchen only for Nick to follow after him.
"What?! What's your problem with the panda? You hater!" Their voices grew faint. Only you and Matt being left at this point.
He walked over towards you, lying down on the couch too and pulling you into his chest.
"I believe in you. Never ever tell him I said this but Nick is right; don't quit, okay? Rest a bit now and I'll help you with your assignments once you wake up."
You grinned into his sweatshirt and let the tiredness finally take over your body.
i wrote this while watching schaffrillas production review kung fu panda 2.
Picking up your sister from her own prom Matt takes the second chance he's been presented to tell you all the things he never said.
‧₊˚ matt x fem!reader
‧₊˚ warnings: reader has nails done again and makeup on! also not proofread bc im tired and its 2 am :c ill do it tomorrow tho (?)
‧₊˚ word count: 1.4k
‧₊˚ masterlist - part 1 | part 1.5 | part 2
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Matt thought about holding your hand.
This has been a recurring urge for the past 3 years now but for the first time in weeks he couldn’t act upon it and it was really taking all of his self control to not reach for your fingers that were resting on top of your thigh, drumming a mindless pattern into the material of your pants as you looked out of the window.
His hand would sometimes inch a bit towards yours, but everytime they even so much as grazed your fingers you would suddenly reach for your water or for the phone to change the song.
All the signs were pointing towards the fact that you’re mad at him or that your feelings about him have changed in some sort of negative sense over the last few days.
He tried not to sigh too loudly but he was growing more and more frustrated and worried with how distant you seemed lately.
The call from your sister, asking you if you could maybe pick her up from prom was an opportunity for Matt to get some time alone with you, in the hopes of discussing this sudden tension that had formed seemingly out of nowhere between the two of you.
He parked somewhere in front of his old school, the familiar building seemed much different tonight, but in a whole other way than it did during his own prom night.
The music was still softly playing on the radio and every once in a while Matt would glance towards you, one of his hands resting on the steering wheel, the other on his thigh.
“I texted her we’re here, she says she’ll say goodbye to her friends and will be out in a minute,” you mumbled, your eyes trained on your phone, not once meeting Matt’s eyes.
He just hummed in acknowledgement, a silence that was so unusually awkward hung in the air and it physically pained him that for the first time in Matt’s life he didn’t feel as though you and him were even friends at all.
“I hate this,” he murmured, his head finally turning towards you, burning holes into the side of your head as he waited for you to reciprocate his stare.
“High school?” You questioned jokingly, knowing exactly what he was actually talking about but hoping that he wouldn’t start this conversation.
“You know what I mean,” Matt murmured, this time he reached out for your hand, a sudden bravery overcoming him that he wasn’t aware he had.
Your eyes fell onto his hand, resting on top of yours, tracing mindless shapes into the back of your hand as he waited for you to speak.
“You wanna sit on the bleachers for a bit while we wait?”
It wasn’t what Matt had expected you to say, but any words that were directed towards him with your full intent were cherished and appreciated by him at this point and so he hopped out of the car as quick as he possibly could, walking around to open your door and pulling you towards the familiar field with a hopeful smile on his face.
The bleachers looked just as strange and unfamiliar as they did two years ago, only this time there was some sense of melancholy mixed in between, it was weird seeing this place again after you had spent almost every day of your life for 4 years here.
“Isn’t it weird?” Matt began, “to be here again, I mean.”
You thought back to your high school self, how much effort and time you put into wearing your hair the way that Matt had complimented it once when the two of you were twelve, the way you did your Makeup and practised slow dancing over and over again just in case he might ask you that night.
In more ways than one you were here again.
“Yeah, I guess so,” is the answer you ultimately settle on, your eyes staying on the floor as you tried to distract yourself from the fact every glance at his face made you want to kiss him.
“You called me pretty that night, for the first time after 3 years of friendship,” you spoke, no real emotion behind your words, you spoke it like a fact and there was a bittersweetness to the memory.
“I think that was the only time you called me pretty, actually.”
It was in this split second that Matt had realised something so crucial and life-changingly important, he was almost embarrassed he didn’t think about it sooner.
As the light from inside the building illuminated your face, that was just as beautiful now as it was then, in the same way that it had during your own prom night Matt noticed that this might be the second chance he had been wishing for ever since to say what he didn’t get to say the first time around.
“But you know I think you do,” he scooted a bit closer to you, his hand taking yours into his, “I always think you’re pretty.”
Matt has never seen you blush before, or at least he hadn't noticed, but the sight, even in this darkness, was one he couldn’t get enough of and he suddenly saw how good it feels to speak his mind.
Neither you nor him could have expected his next words.
“I should have kissed you that night.”
He scoots a little closer
“And every night after that.”
His voice softening.
“I should have asked you to dance and I should spend my time telling you how pretty you are instead of just thinking about it.”
Your heart had never beaten this fast and the more he spoke the more you were convinced you were dreaming all of this.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I should have told you I like you. Because I do, still and the thought of not being your friend, at the very least, has killed me the past few days.”
He waits for you to speak, clearly noticing you still needed some time to process all his words.
“I never knew…,” you began, leaning onto your hand to get even closer to Matt.
“I didn’t think you felt the same.”
“Wait…the same?”
It was Matt’s turn to blush.
“Obviously, you goof.”
“I thought you were developing a crush on Chris.”
“Ew.”
“My thoughts exactly,” he giggled along with you, your shoulders touching at this point as he glanced towards you again when your laughter died down.
“So…what now?”
Subconsciously his tongue darted out to slightly wet his lips and at this point Matt had already said too much to hide the blatant glance towards yours.
“I guess, you could make up for all those times you never kissed me,” you mumbled, your lips hovering over his before finally feeling the softness of mouth against yours, his hand finding its way to the side of your face as he kissed you so delicately you could barely even recognise him. Pulling away his eyes searched for yours, looking for permission to do it again, which you gladly gave.
The second kiss was much more passionate, eager in a way that made it really clear to the both of you just how long you had been waiting for this.
Your hands found their way into his hair and you thanked all your stars for this truly perfect-
“Gross,” the disgusted comment from your sister made the two of you jump apart, looking towards her in embarrassment.
“Once you two are done, can we go home?” She mumbled over her shoulder, walking towards the car.
As much as you tried to hide your giddiness, the smile on your faces told your sister all she needed to know as the two of you followed after her.
“So, does that mean I get to hold your hand whenever I want to?” Matt mumbled, trying to hold back his smile.
“I guess it does.”
“Good, because I was honestly planning on biting my nails again just so you'd let me hold yours…speaking of, does that also mean I can bite your-”
“Don’t push it,” you mumbled back before slipping your hand into his.
“Fine, fine, I won’t.”
He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as he reached for the car keys with his other hand.
ill write 1 last side part this weekend but the story is done :)
thank you all for the kind feedback i really hope you enjoyed this! know that the series im working on rn is the one that i've been planning for a while and is the reason i made this blog in the first place!
i promise i wont disappoint you! :)) and it will be so much cooler than anything ive ever written! :D also ill try to upload that new series every second day, so i hope to prewrite it over the next few days :))
The denial of your infatuation with Matt finally ends after a date with someone else. But once admitting to them, you try to spare yourself the heartbreak you've already known once before. The results of your attempt feel oddly similar.
‧₊˚ matt x fem!reader
‧₊˚ warnings: reader has nails done again and makeup on! also not proofread bc im tired and its 2 am :c ill do it tomorrow tho (?)
‧₊˚ word count: 1.9k (🙀)
‧₊˚ masterlist - part 1 | part 1.5 | part 3
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Ever since that fateful night, Matt’s hand would ultimately find yours at least four times a day.
You still had to fully unravel how you felt about this, but the initial shock whenever his fingers traced yours shily at first, waiting for you to glance his way and give him a sign of approval wore off a lot quicker than you both had expected.
On some days it would be him to remember your little agreement first, he’d catch himself almost biting at the nail of his pinky, stopping himself mid-motion and looking around for you instead. He didn’t try to deny the smile that would spread across his face in anticipating of feeling your hand in his again, though he definitely tried to hide it whenever he finally reached you, his hand sliding into yours effortlessly before playing with the rings on your finger or letting his thumbs run across your knuckles.
On other days it would be you who’d catch him biting his nails, rolling your eyes but grinning a bit nonetheless you’d walk over, slowly and softly pull his hand from his mouth and take it into yours instead. You tried not to get flustered at the way Matt would stare at you whenever this happened, ignored his lovestruck stare and his mouth slightly parting, looking at you like you were the light of his life and he needed a moment to process the fact you were willingly touching him at this very moment. (Which actually was how he felt, though you weren’t aware of that yet.)
Your attempts at ignoring the pounding in your chest, your lingering looks on his lips and the heat that would rise on your face whenever you’d get a text from him, failed miserably.
You were reaching a point of denial that, even you had to admit, was on the verge of being simply delusional, when you sat in front of a guy from your university, who had asked you on a date just about a week ago, back during those bright happy days in which you weren’t trying to desperately prevent yourself from falling in love with Matt. Again.
You had always kind of liked him, he dressed well and he’d send you notes whenever you asked for them, though something was extremely off about him tonight and while trying to find some pathetic excuse of a reason why, a part of you deep down knew that you just couldn’t bring yourself to fully enjoy this date because he wasn’t Matt.
Stepping out of the restaurant you let out a sigh, the coldish air made you pull the jacket you had worn a bit closer around your body as you walked down the sidewalk towards the boys apartment.
Your thoughts were filled, no, plagued by Matt and the dilemma you were facing with your growing feelings for him. You thought back to your high school self, the way you’d always get unsure and insecure whenever you tried to find a reason why Matt never seemed to look your way, the way you’d spend hours at night staying up and contemplating calling him, telling him how you felt. You were sure if your high school self could see you right now, she would rip you a new one.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of your phone.
You pulled on your headphones, ignored your rising heartbeat, and picked up.
“Hey, Matt,” you smiled, his face popping up on the screen, a white shirt and his dangling necklace greeting you, the phone thrown somewhere on the bed and him leaning above it to properly greet you.
The smile that spread across his face, along with his arms on either side of the phone as he leaned over the phone were a sight you wouldn’t complain about if you weren’t so desperately trying to not fall in love with him.
“Hey, you,” he smiled back, pushing himself up from the bed again to reach for a sweater that had been laying somewhere on the side.
“Where are you? I thought you were coming over for a movie tonight,” he murmured, the view of his face blocked by the sweater he was folding.
A part of you was grateful you could finally focus on something else besides how ridiculously handsome he looked in the dim lighting of his room, while a different much more honest part of you missed his stupidly pretty face.
“Are you doing laundry?” You semi-fake gasped.
You could see him roll his eyes while he picked up another sweater.
“Will you answer my question?” He ignored you.
“I’m sorry I’m just- I’m just so in shock. I come over like every other day for movie night but this I feel like this is something annually.”
“You’re so funny.”
“I feel like I should call your mother, let her know.”
“Okay.”
“Should I write this down in my calendar?”
Matt put down the last of his shirts, before picking up his phone.
“You’re so incredibly annoying, dear god. If you do end up coming over just know I won’t let you in,” he murmured, while walking towards the kitchen, leaning you against the wall as he starts making popcorn.
“Obviously I’m coming over, don’t you see I’m already on my way, stupid?” You smirked, pulling your phone away from you to better show the familiar houses of his neighbourhood you were walking by.
Matt ignored your comment, instead he focused on your face during the short time that the street lamp illuminated it, the way your hair was done reminded him of the hairstyle you had during his last birthday, and the soft shade of lipstick you seemed to wear made his eyes linger even a little longer.
“Where were you?” He mumbled, the cookie he was eating, muffling his words.
You hesitated. Usually, Matt was the first person you’d tell about your dates, but this time, it almost felt wrong to tell him, despite the fact it was mediocre at best.
“On a date,” you murmured.
You couldn’t quite make out the look on his face after your words had fully registered in his mind, but it was unusually quiet, especially for a phone call with Matt.
“But it wasn’t any good, honestly,” you elaborated, mentally slapping yourself for feeling the need to give him reassurance that he wasn’t asking for and probably not in need of. (He actually very much was.)
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he apologised, “why not?”
“I don’t know, I guess he just wasn’t my type?” You replied, when in reality you meant to say, “He just wasn’t you.”
“I think he talked a bit too much for me, and we just didn’t have much in common.”
This was true, technically, you just left out the fact that the reason you weren’t able to participate in most of the conversations was because you weren’t listening but instead thinking about which movie you’d be watching in a different guy's bed tonight.
“Oh, so you’d want a guy who can listen well?” Matt questioned, moving back into his room.
“I mean, of course.”
“Maybe he also likes the same things that you do, the same music, for example.”
“Mhm, sure,” you answer suspiciously, having a feeling you knew where this was going.
“Someone who knows you really well? Maybe because he’s known you since high school?”
“I guess that would be nice.”
“Who’s also really tall, brunette and handsome?” He smirked.
You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, hoping the darkness outside was covering up your blush at his flirty comments, trying to stay composed as you mustered up all your strength to come up with a remark.
“Okok, stop describing Chris to me and let me in, I’m here.”
You’ve never seen someone's smile fade so quickly, though you saw him hold back a grin at your comment.
“Whatever, freeze out there.”
“I could always call Chris to-”
Matt ripped open the door before you could even finish your sentence.
After changing into some more comfortable clothes that Chris had lent you, (“Why are you wearing Chris’ sweater?” Matt had pouted. “I didn’t wanna wear any of yours, who knows when’s the next time you’ll fold them.”) you found yourself laying in his bed, a movie running in the back as you told Matt about anything and everything.
“- and so tomorrow I have to drive my sister to the hairdresser to get her hair done for later.”
Matt listened to you, though every once in a while his eyes would wander towards your hands, you had gotten your nails done earlier today (a part of him hoped it wasn’t for that date you went on) and he felt the strong urge to reach out and inspect it closer.
As you continued talking he decided to act on his desires.
“I might even have to drive her to her prom, but I don’t know if I’ll make it since I have an assignment due till-,” your words dragged mid sentence, your focus shifting from the story you were telling to the feeling of his hand in yours.
He noticed your shift in demeanour instantly, frowning he pulled away in fear he had made you uncomfortable.
“What? Everything okay?” he leaned down towards you, which only made you even more nervous.
“I- yeah, I’m okay, I’m just..."
Thinking about kissing you?
A total idiot?
Quite possibly, totally falling in love with you again right now?
“...tired,” you settled on, sitting up a bit in his bed as you averted his eyes, knowing that he was definitely trying to hide a bit of hurt.
“That’s okay, here, I’ll turn off the movie and we-”
“I think I’ll sleep in Chris’ room tonight?” You blurted out, quickly getting up from his bed before slowly inching towards his door, only this time the two of you were looking at each other and the disappointment on his face broke your heart.
“Oh…yeah, sure. I-I’ll uh- I’ll be awake for a little while then, just in case you change your mind,” he mumbled, embarrassed and confused with a bit of hope in his voice that you’d just get back in bed and cuddle up with him like you’d usually do.
You nodded, your hand reaching towards the doorknob.
“Are you really sure you’re okay?” Matt checked in with you one last time, in reality just desperately hoping to find a reason for you to stay.
“Everything’s alright,” You hummed before heading down to Chris’ room, after knocking you bursted in.
“I’m in love with Matt,” you blurted out before he could even fully acknowledge your presence.
“Same,” he joked, his eyes still focused on the screen in front of him until he noticed your silence, finally meeting your glassy eyes and shocked expression he pulled off his headphones almost instantly, walking towards you before pulling you into his arms, letting you hug him back as tightly as you needed to before the two of you sat down on his bed, and talked.
That night both you and Matt laid awake at night, thinking about the other, and while you were trying to remember how you got over him the first time, Matt was hoping you were coming back.
Everything’s alright, you had said.
Matt sighed into his pillow, the lockscreen of you and him tormenting him even more as he checked the time.
Matt was going to hold you to those words.
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During prom night, you made the realization that giving up your one-sided crush was what's best for everyone involved. Later that night, you help Matt have a realization of his own.
‧₊˚ matt x fem!reader
‧₊˚ warnings: none :)
‧₊˚ word count: 499
‧₊˚ masterlist | part one
It was to no surprise at all to find your best friend sitting on the bleachers.
At this point the music was drowned out, nothing more but the occasional vibrating sound of the bass along with some flashing lights that would shine dimly through the windows. The sound of gravel beneath your shoes announced your arrival to Matt and he turned his head toward you with a small smile before waving you over.
"Drained?" You mumbled, sitting down next to him.
He hummed in return, looking ahead at the big empty field.
"It's so peaceful here," he admired, his eyes rediscovering a place he had seen almost everyday for the last 4 years.
You turned towards him before laying your head on his shoulder.
"It really is."
"It's weird, isn't it? You spend so much of your life in one place and then one small night and it looks so different all of a sudden," you mused, putting the thoughts he was having into words in a way that he could never have.
A trait of yours he had always cherished deeply.
A question was burning on the tip of his tongue.
Matt glanced down at you, his eyes lingering on your face, resting against him, your hair tickling his neck as he was contemplating kissing the crown of your head.
Ultimately, he decided to tear his eyes away and mumble his question.
"Do you think that can happen with people too?"
"What?" You question, looking up at him, "you mean, that you really suddenly change how you look at them?"
He looked at you, a jittery breath leaving his lungs as his hands gripped the material of the seat beneath him a bit tighter.
There was an unexplainable and unfamiliar feeling in his chest as he watched the light of the moon bounce off of your face. Your eyes meeting his made his face feel warm and the skin contact made his heart beat concerningly fast.
"Yeah," he managed to respond.
"I guess so," you mumbled, slumping into him again.
Your nose, slightly brushing against his skin, had him stop breathing all together. Any movement could push you away from him again, he thought.
Suddenly, you weren't his best friend that he could just tackle onto the couch whenever you came over anymore. You were fragile and beautiful, and you made him nervous and vulnerable with just a touch.
He was so lost in the thought of you that he almost couldn't hear your next words.
You smiled, oblivious to the way his eyes lingered on your lips before they trailed up to meet your soft gaze, filled with a love that Matt wished he could interpret. He always knew you loved him, but he wondered if you had the same internal battle he was having tonight.
Then, you finally spoke.
"I imagine that's what it's like to fall in love with someone, you know?"
Matt knew.
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