Whenever Anything Is Not Going His Way, He Lashes Out With Unnecessary Anger And Borderline Violence.

Whenever anything is not going his way, he lashes out with unnecessary anger and borderline violence.

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Pairing | Matt Boldy x afab!reader Summary | (Boston College, fluff) | Matt had been in her orbit since they were freshmen, all day, every day. Until one night, when three words shifted everything. Authors Note | First ever Matt Boldy piece, don’t hurt me, I’m learning the ropes of him <3 Thank you, Cappy for beta reading this!!

She leaned her back against his bedframe, listening to the muffled music from the party below but taking a long observation of Matt’s room. She’d never properly had a look, not noticing the photos on his wall, the abandoned clothes in his hamper, the friendship bracelets and trinkets she’d given him on his desk. It was peaceful, a hiding place. His place of solitude.

But she was far from peaceful. Her eyes hung heavy and the dread of going back downstairs and through the crowds loomed over her shoulders like an anchor. Parties were only so much fun for a while until the energy started draining and all y/n felt like doing was curling up under the sheets and falling asleep.

The door opened a crack, and she sat up straight but sunk back down upon seeing Matt’s head peek in, followed by his body and closing the door behind him. He kicked his shoes off and sat next to her, shoulder to shoulder, tilting his head down to meet her eyes and smiling warmly. His whole presence was inviting and comforting, her shoulders feeling lighter as their limbs pressed into one another.

“So, this is where you’re hiding, I’ve been looking for you. You okay?” He asked, his eyebrows raising with worry, face nervously close to hers. She never admitted it to anyone, but she loved the nasally undertones to his voice, something about how it was naturally rumbly and low managed to set little sparks in her chest alight.

“Sorry for intruding, I just needed somewhere quiet…” Her eyes searched his and she smiled. “I’m okay, just a bit tired and overwhelmed now.”

Matt took a deep breath and chuckled, unable to contain it when she made him feel so fluttery and giddy all the time. His heart found a slow pace again, only hammering when he thought he’d lost her downstairs, unable to find her hanging around their usual spots and he feared he’d been ditched. The relief to find her in his room was nothing hockey could ever compare to but all he wanted was to pull her close and cuddle until the sun came up. But he couldn’t risk that jump - they were friends first.

“Hey, it’s cool. Come here whenever you want, I don’t mind.” He nudged her shoulder with his lightly, cherishing the giggle she released as his chest swelled at how calming to his ears it was, the song he could listen to forever.

Matt always had this way to her heart. He had the right words, and the right thoughts and read her like a book. And she adored him. Painfully adored him to the extent that she was at his beckoning call, and she knew he was like her shadow too. Matt had enamoured her, to the pits of her heart and that’s what made her persistently nervous whenever he was in her proximity.

“Sounds like you want me in your room more, Matty. Got those dirty fantasies going on, huh?” She smiled and poked his chest playfully, pushing aside her own fantasies for once and mirroring his grin.

“Well, no, that’s not what I meant- I mean I wouldn’t mind- Nevermind.” He fumbled over his words with rosy cheeks, his attempt to defend his honour ending in defeat when he hid his face in his hands.

With the tenderness her fingers wrapped around his wrists, his muscles flinched upon the contact, y/n slowly pulled his hands away and tilted his head back to look at her.

She brushed strands of his hair away from his face and softly murmured. “I’m teasing, you’re just cute when you’re flustered. Thanks.”

Her hands dropped to her lap, his following, but his hand edged closer to her thighs while never breaking eye contact. If her nerves weren’t raging as they were before, they stirred violently in her stomach at the sudden shift, her heart thrumming in her ears and the insatiable urge to grab him by the t-shirt and kiss him into the mattress more consuming than ever. Their faces inched closer, smiles dropping feeling their breaths tangled.

“I can take you home if you want…ooor you can…” Matt’s voice rumbled in his chest quietly, eyes flickering to her lap as his fingers crept closer and then back at her eyes. He hesitated, licking his lips and swallowing.

She only broke his gaze when his fingers laced with hers, warmth spreading through her palm and the heavy weight on her shoulders lifting completely, his affection giving her a floaty feeling that incited a fuzzy excitement in her stomach.

He finished his sentence in a whisper, squeezing her hand with gentle pressure. “...stay with me?”

“I’d love to stay.” She gave a small smile. “Why were you looking for me? All your friends are down there.”

His hands felt sweaty, worryingly sweaty since she was holding it as well and a perfectly coherent sentence in his head blurted out in a flustered panic. “You’re also my friend, my best friend, actually. Why wouldn’t I wanna be with you? That’s what best friends do, they-”

It was an opportunity, an opening, and she exhaled deeply. The pink dusting over his cheeks and sweaty palms gave her all the motivation she needed to spit the words stuck on her tongue out. Adrenaline coursing and enough time between them to hold memories to support his intentions - the hand holding, the quality time, the adoration in his eyes and the bumbling nerves whenever they sat close - were not one of a friend.

“Am I though?” She asked abruptly, his eyes widening slightly as his jaw faltered, finding the words.

“-No…no, you’re more than that.” He breathed, releasing her hand and cupping her cheeks, closing the small space between them with a long-awaited and yearning kiss.

She threaded her fingers through the hairs on his nape, pressing herself close to his body letting the anxieties free from her, mind emptying into a bliss where she bathed in his soft hums vibrating against her lips as they moved with hers languidly. His hands glided from her face down her chest, stopping at her waist to pull her onto his lap, a hand on either of her thighs that straddled him before caressing their way back to the curves of her midriff. The feeling bursting between them felt ecstatic like pieces of their puzzle finally fell into place.