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muse | m.s.

in which — art major!matt needs a model for his art final and best friend!reader is his perfect muse.

warnings: sub!matt, unprotected pnv, mutual masturbation, descriptions of a naked body, resolved sexual tension.

the everlong au! — chapter 1

warnings: none! just a sweet meet-cute. veryyy long, sorry angels.

wc: 6.2k

matt is currently sitting in the library on campus, hunched over his sketchbook with a pencil in his hand. nobody has bothered him all morning which he is eternally grateful for.

poppy comes hurling into the library, her laptop tucked under one arm and a messy notebook in the other. her backpack is slung haphazardly over one shoulder, sliding down as she scrambles to find a table. most of them are full but she spots one at the back—a scrawny brunette guy hunched over a sketchbook sits alone. she recognizes him, he’s in her creative writing class. matt? at least she thinks that’s his name. she walks over to the table, panting softly as almost everything she’s holding starts to slip from her grasp. “mind if i sit here?” she asks, a bit urgently.

matt glances up, taking in the chaotic figure before him. he’s never spoken with poppy before, but he recognizes her from around campus. he raises an eyebrow at her hurried demeanor, surprised by her question. he hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to respond given his muteness. he nods shortly, gesturing to the seat opposite him with the eraser of his pencil.

she lets out a puff of air from between her bitten lips. "thanks" she nods, setting her things down. her backpack falls to the floor with a loud thump, making her grimace. "sorry."

matt jumps slightly at the sudden noise, almost dropping his pencil. he looks up to see poppy’s guilty expression and he shrugs to show that it's alright. he watches as she sits down, studying her every movement with his piercing, blue eyes.

her long hair falls in front of her face, her bangs a tad too long as they catch on her eyelashes. she pushes it away with a huff, opening her laptop and pulling up her google doc that she’s been typing on. she pulls the sleeves of her ribbed shirt down over her palms, picking at a frayed string as her eyes scan over the words. ugh. shit. it's all shit. she’s experiencing a bit of a writer's block at the moment and needed a change of scenery—the whole reason she came to the library.

matt watches her silently, unable to help himself from studying her. he'd noticed her in class of course, always sitting in the back all alone, but he'd never really paid much attention to her up until this moment. she's attractive, that's for sure, but he doesn't understand why she approached him, of all people. he's just the awkward, artistic outcast with an unfortunate inability to speak.

he looks down at his sketchbook again, trying to concentrate on his drawing but failing. poppy taps her index finger against the wooden table—a nervous habit. the sound fills the quiet space, echoing off the walls of the library. she notices how loud it is, quickly pulling her hand away from the table. she decides to pick at her chipped black nail polish instead.

"sorry, didn't realize that was so loud." she murmurs sheepishly as she looks at matt through a hooded gaze. her eyes are tired, the dark circles underneath them an obvious indication that she doesn’t sleep much.

matt glances up once more, shaking his head to assure her that he doesn't mind. he's noticed the dark circles under her eyes, wondering if there's a reason she's so exhausted. she looks tired. beautiful, but tired. he shakes away the thought, realizing that he's staring more than he should and quickly turns his attention (and his eyes) back to his sketchbook. poppy watches him work for a moment, a bit intrigued by his laser focus. he seems to be sketching an owl. it's incredible, the hyper realistic drawing almost coming to life off the page.

"wow" she whispers softly under her breath.

matt glances up when he hears the soft exclamation, surprised to find poppy watching him. he's never really felt comfortable with people watching him work, but for some reason, her eyes on him doesn't bother him nearly as much as he thought it would. his eyes remain on her face for a few seconds before he nods in response, silently agreeing that the drawing is, indeed, "wow."

"art major, i'm assuming?" she grins softly, her tone light and playful. her eyes trace over his features, the word pretty bouncing around in her head. his eyes are downturned—a bit droopy. they remind her of a puppy. the sharp blue of his iris is a stark contrast to the soft shape. his gaze is intense, yet something tender lies beneath it.

matt nods, acknowledging her assumption. a hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, his eyes studying her face as she studies his. he finds himself wondering if she has any idea how pretty she is. he's heard people talking about her in his classes before, but they always focus on how reserved she is, the "lone wolf" they called her. he never understood why. she's stunning. the kind of girl that could make your mind go blank with just a glance.

"you're really talented." she nods towards the drawing. she suddenly remembers that the whole reason she came to the library was to work--not ogle the pretty boy across from her. she smiles once more before turning her attention back to her laptop, desperately trying to get some words out of her head and onto the page.

matt’s eyes follow her to the laptop, watching as her expression changes from curiosity to determination. he notes how she seems to be struggling with something, how she's not focusing on the screen in front of her. it's kind of cute, he thinks, how much she's frowning at the laptop. he'd never admit that aloud, though. he turns back to his drawing, trying to focus on his owl and not the girl across from him.

they both work in relative silence for a bit. the sound of matt’s pencil skating across the page is soothing, a gentle melody that calms poppy’s mind. the gentle clacks of her keyboard overlap with it as she types out her essay. matt occasionally glances up, his eyes watching her fingers as they dance across the keyboard. he wonders what she's typing, wonders what she's writing about. he notices the furrow in her brow, the frown on her face, the way she gnaws at her lower lip. he can tell that whatever she's writing must be difficult, and he can't help the pang of sympathy that he feels.

after a while longer, poppy lets out a soft sigh. she rolls her head side to side, her neck popping a bit as she does. her hand reaches up to close her laptop—her eyes need a break. matt perks up slightly when he hears the sigh and his gaze flits up from the sketchbook to watch her rolling her head. he can't help but notice the way her neck seems to stretch, his eyes lingering on the soft curve of her throat. he quickly returns his attention to the owl, realizing that he's been staring again.

poppy’s eyes drift back to his drawing, watching as he starts to shade the outstretched wings of the owl. "so, matt—that's your name, right?"

matt’s eyes flick up to her as she speaks. he nods, agreeing that it's his name. he's surprised by how nicely she says it, how sweetly the letters roll off her tongue. no one has spoken his name like that before, and he finds that he likes it. he's so used to being "the mute kid," that he almost forgets sometimes that he has a name.

"why an owl?" she asks curiously. matt pauses to consider the question for a moment, trying to think of how to respond without his voice. he glances down at the page before looking back up, giving a short shake of his head. he shrugs in response, continuing to shade the owl's wings.

"you have a tattoo of one too, ive seen it. obviously it means something to you." her eyes trace over his arm where she knows the tattoo hides behind the sleeve of his jacket. matt hesitates for a moment, realizing that she's noticed his tattoo. most people don't see it, since his sleeves usually cover it completely, but apparently she's more observant than he thought. he pulls his sleeve up a bit to reveal the full tattoo, a sharp contrast against his pale skin. it's dark and detailed, a beautiful, realistic rendering of a great horned owl.

his whole left arm is covered completely in tattoos. its a patchwork sleeve—each piece of artwork realistic. he had drawn them before they were inked into his pale skin.

"well you've certainly gotten more since i last noticed them." she grins. matt blinks, surprised that she'd noticed something like that. he glances down at the tattoos on his arm, examining them as if he's forgotten that they're there. he nods, agreeing that he has gotten more recently. truth be told, he feels oddly flattered that she'd been paying attention to his tattoos, to him. poppy’s stomach twists as his fluffy hair falls in front of his eyes. her hands itch to push it back, the shy smile on his face making her chest burn. pretty.

matt notes the way her eyes seem to linger on his tattoos, the way she looks at him with a mixture of fascination and curiosity. he can't help wondering why she's so focused on him; no one has ever really paid as much attention to him as she is now.

she looks back down at her laptop, letting out a soft sigh. "i think i need some fresh air. i'm gonna go walk around the courtyard." she murmurs as she bends down and grab her bag from the floor. she sets it on the table, starting to put her things away. matt’s eyes follow her as she bends down. he feels a bit disappointed when he hears her say she's going to take a break. he wants to ask her to stay, he wants to tell her that she should keep him company, but he's once again reminded that he can't speak. he watches helplessly as she gathers her things, a quiet pang of longing in his chest.

"wanna join me? i could use some company." she asks as she looks up at him through her dark lashes. matt’s eyes brighten at her invitation, his heart skipping a beat as he nods enthusiastically. he hadn't expected her to ask him to come, but he's certainly not going to refuse. he quickly grabs his sketchbook, shoving it into his bag as he stands from the table. poppy stands as well, zipping her bag up and pulling it over her shoulder. she pushes her chair in before turning to walk out of the library. she looks back at matt over her shoulder as he stands there, gesturing for him to follow her.

matt follows after her, almost as if in a daze. his eyes fall to her back, watching her walk a few steps ahead of him. his long legs keep pace with her short strides, his gaze lingering on her curves. he looks away quickly when he realizes what he's doing, mentally scolding himself for being such a man. he catches up to her quickly as they walk outside. poppy sighs happily as the cool breeze dances across her face, her eyes closing in bliss as she takes in a deep breath.

matt walks beside her, sticking close and trying not to look too much at her face, her neck, her body, her everything. he can almost feel her warmth through the chilled air. he glances down at her, watching the soft breeze blow through her hair, her eyes closed as she inhales deeply. somehow, the small gesture makes her look ten times more beautiful.

"i love being outside...it’s so cold in boston." she’s suddenly hit with a ping of longing—she misses home a bit. not the people, just the place. it’s still a bit warm in california this time of year. matt can't help but stare as she speaks, watching her lips form the words and feeling a deep pang of jealousy for everyone who hears her voice. he nods in agreement, but that's all he can really do. he shoves his hands in his pockets, trying to hold back a shiver as the air gets colder.

poppy looks over at him as they walk side by side, the oranges and pinks from the setting sun dancing across his features. "i was thinking of walking to the little cafe just off campus. wanna come?"

matt nods without hesitation, following her lead and walking beside her. he doesn't even consider declining her invitation, he's far too excited to spend more time with her. he watches her closely, noting the way the fading sunlight glances off the curve of her face. he wonders if this is what people call a "butterflies in your stomach" situation.

poppy finds herself basking in his company as they walk towards the cafe. she doesn’t mind his silence — in fact, she finds it quite comforting. in a world full of noise, people can be overstimulating. too much. matt isn't. he's just enough.

matt is acutely aware of her presence beside him, every step they take together creating a pleasant hum through his body. he can sense her comfort, her understanding, her awareness. he feels almost validated in his silence with her, like she gets him, like she's not bothered or uncomfortable like most people are. being near her is almost soothing, and he finds himself wanting to stay as close to her as she'll allow.

they reach the small cafe just off campus, walking up to the door together. she smiles softly as matt opens it for her, her cheeks flushing a bit. she ducks under his arm, his fingers brushing against her arm as she passes by. it sends a shiver down his spine. the heat in the little cafe is a welcome change from the cold outside, and matt relaxes a bit as the comforting warmth washes over him. he follows her inside, his eyes locked on her back as he quietly follows her to a nearby table.

poppy pulls out a chair as they approach the table, sitting down with a hum of contentment. the lighting in the cafe is dim, creating a relaxing aura as the smell of coffee and fresh baked pastries swirls through the air. she rubs her cold hands together, trying to warm them a bit. it doesn't work. matt sits down across from her, taking in the cozy atmosphere of the cafe. he feels the tension leave his shoulders, replaced by a sense of comfortable calm. he glances over at her, noting the way she rubs her hands together in an attempt to warm them up. something inside of him aches to reach out to her, to cover her small, cold hands with his much larger ones and warm them with his touch. he fights the urge, forcing himself to look away.

a waitress approaches them, setting two menus down with a warm smile. poppy sends her a nod—a silent thanks. she looks down at the menu, looking for something without caffeine. although her rocky sleep habits would definitely permit it, she prefers not to drink it—it makes her anxiety worse. matt glances over the menu, his mind wandering far away from the food in front of him. he can't seem to focus on the words on the page when he's so preoccupied by the beautiful girl sitting across from him. he sneaks occasional glances at her, trying to keep his eyes on the menu but failing miserably every time.

"i think i'm just gonna get a hot chocolate. i need something warm. and definitely a bagel. mmm i love bagels." she talks mindlessly, not expecting matt to listen. he seems to be in his own world at the moment—a faraway look in his pretty eyes.

he snaps back to reality when he hears her speak. he's instantly engrossed by the sound of her voice, his focus shifting from his thoughts to the words coming from her tempting lips. he's still surprised by how nice her voice is, how sweetly it rolls off her tongue. he looks at her, trying to hide the effect she has on him. he knows she wasn't talking to him, wasn't expecting him to be paying attention, but he can't help it. he feels drawn to her.

"what are you gonna get?" she asks, gesturing towards the menu that's resting between his long, slender fingers. he glances down at the menu, his gaze flicking over the options. he briefly considers getting something with caffeine, but decides against it. he doesn't really like coffee anyway. he looks back up at her, shrugging.

"want me to order for you?" she asks softly, noticing that he seems a bit overwhelmed by all the choices. matt’s eyes widen slightly, surprised by the gentleness of her tone. he hesitates for a moment, unsure. somehow, there's a strange comfort in the idea of giving up control, especially in the form of food. he nods quietly, trusting her to make a good decision on his behalf. the waitress comes back to their table, the same warm smile on her face.

"can i get two hot chocolates and two plain bagels? but i'd like mine with strawberry cream cheese." poppy speaks sweetly, her voice like smooth velvet. matt watches as she orders, realizing that her choice isn't so far off from what he would've picked. she knows him better than he thought. he feels a strange sense of contentment as she places the order for the both of them, feeling almost cared for in a way that he's never felt before. a feeling he really likes.

she turns her attention back towards matt as the waitress walks off. "is that okay? i'm not too sure what you like but most people aren't a fan of strawberry cream cheese so i just went with regular for you."

matt smiles slightly, silently telling her it's okay. he's oddly touched by the fact that she considered his preferences, even though he didn't actually voice them. nobody ever really asked what he liked or didn't like. they just assumed. he gives a small nod, letting her know it's fine, he trusts her.

"okay. have you been here before?" she asks as she mindlessly picks at her chipped nail polish. her eyes trace over his features once more, finding it almost impossible to keep her gaze off of him for too long. he shakes his head, watching her fingers as she fidgets with the polish on her nails. it's oddly fascinating how something so simple can be so captivating. he suddenly wonders what it would be like to take one of those little, delicate hands in his own, to feel the difference between their hands, his rough skin against her soft skin.

"they have the best hot chocolate i've ever had. i'm not a fan of coffee so that's usually what i get. unless it's hot outside—" her breath hitches softly as his long fingers brush against her’s, halting her nervous picking. she hadn't even noticed him reaching across the table, too captivated by his intense gaze. he immediately freezes as he reaches out, touching her without thinking. he glances down where their hands meet, feeling his heart flutter in his chest. he hadn't intended to do it, just felt some insatiable urge to touch her. it's almost embarrassing. his eyes dart back up to her face, expecting her to be upset, to jerk her hand away from his. instead, he's met with a look he can't decipher. he swallows, unsure of how to proceed.

she feels him pulling away—she can sense his unease. before he can overthink anything, she tenderly curls her slender fingers around his much longer ones. she feels a fluttering in her belly as his warmth seeps onto her skin. she sends him a reassuring smile, a silent thanks for stopping her from picking at her hands. matt feels his breath leave him as her hand closes over his, the feeling sending a sharp jolt of electricity straight to his heart. her touch is so soft, so light, so gentle, but the effect it has on him is so strong. he tries to tell himself not to read too much into it, that this is an entirely normal gesture in a completely platonic situation. but he can't help himself. not when she's looking at him like that, smiling so sweetly, holding his hand like a lifeline.

"thanks. i didn't even realize i was doing that. i never really do. sometimes when they're not painted, i pick at them so bad that they'll bleed. i try to keep them painted most of the time now." she rambles a bit, her thumb absentmindedly tracing over his knuckles. she always has to be doing something with her hands. matt’s heart thumps loudly in his chest as he feels her fingers trace over his skin, mapping out the veins just beneath the surface. he can't focus on the words she's saying, too overwhelmed by the sensation of her touch. he desperately wants to keep holding her hand, savoring every moment of this, but he's struggling to fight the urge to hold too tightly, to hold on too fiercely. he doesn't want to freak her out. he squeezes her gently instead, hoping it'll convey the overwhelming feeling of yes, please don't stop touching me.

she starts going off on a tangent about her ADHD and how it affects her sensory processing. she explains that she’s very touch oriented due to her overwhelming urge to always be doing something with her hands. she realizes that she’s been talking a bit too much and decide to cut herself off. "sorry" she breathes with a sheepish smile. "i don't usually talk this much. especially to people. you just—you're easy to talk to."

matt gives her hand another reassuring squeeze, silently telling her it's okay. she doesn't have to apologize, he doesn't mind listening to her talk. she's right. she does talk alot, and normally he would find it annoying. but when it's her...he doesn't mind. she's so animated when she speaks, the words tumbling off her tongue as she gets lost in her own thoughts. it's actually kind of adorable. he wants to hear every single thought that runs through that beautiful mind of hers, wants to know everything about her. all of her.

poppy smiles at him appreciatively as she realizes that he doesn't seem to mind her rambling. in fact, it seems like he's enjoying it. he's actually listening to her, taking in her words with interest. it makes something warm glow in her chest. matt studies her face as she smiles at him, feeling a little flustered. her smile is so genuine, so sweet, so beautiful. and it's directed at him. he almost can't believe that he's actually holding her hand. it feels so surreal. like a dream that he'll wake up from at any moment. he wants to memorize every single feature, every curve, every freckle, every detail of her stunning features. she's so damn lovely, and that fact is making his head spin.

the waitress finally walks back over with their hot chocolate and bagels. poppy thanks her, smiling with that same sweet expression that she always seems to wear. matt reluctantly releases her hand as the waitress sets down their order. he instantly misses her touch, feels the skin of his palm itching and aching for her fingers against his again. it's crazy how fast he's become addicted to the simple touch of her hand. it feels like a part of him is missing. poppy takes a sip of her hot chocolate, smiling at matt over the rim of the mug. "try it! wanna see your reaction."

matt raises an eyebrow, wondering if she has any idea what effect she has on him. how much the sight of her makes him ache, how just the sound of her voice causes his heart to race, how even the slightest touch of her hand is enough to send his mind into total chaos. he tries to hide the intense mixture of emotions that surges through him and slowly raises his mug to his lips, taking a sip of the chocolate drink. she pulls her own mug away from her mouth,

“so? you like?” she grins brightly, her eyes tracing over his face to gauge his reaction. matt’s eyes are immediately drawn to her mouth, his lips parted in silent awe of the smear of cream on her pink lips. the sight of it is…incredibly distracting. he has to force himself to look away, to focus on actually answering her question. he swallows, his throat dry from his intense internal struggle, and nods in approval.

“yes! now i actually have someone to come here with.” she huffs triumphantly. matt’s cheeks flush as he realizes the implications of poppy’s words. she wants to come here with him again. she wants to spend more time with him. he’s speechless, too flustered and overwhelmed to even think about formulating a response. he knows he wants that too, wants to come back here a thousand more times with her, wants to spend more time with her. he looks away, feeling self-conscious.

poppy catches his expression shifting a bit and her stomach twists. he looks frustrated. “hey…it’s—matt, can you look at me?”

matt flinches as she speaks, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the wall and meeting her concerned gaze. he’s surprised by the look on her face, not expecting her to notice his frustration. he’s more used to people ignoring him than worrying about how he looks, so to see her looking so concerned catches him off guard. he swallows, forcing himself not to look away.

poppy’s face softens even more as he looks at her. it’s then she notices that he looks surprised at her concern. it makes her chest ache. the world has been so unkind to him. she tries to think of the best way to approach this, unsure if it’s a fragile topic for him.

“matt. i don’t mind that you don’t talk. you know that, right? you don’t have to say anything for me to like you, i just do. you’re like one of the only people in the world that i actually enjoy being around. i can already assure you that i love being your friend.”

matt’s breath catches in his throat as he listens to her words, his eyes widening as the weight of them sinks in. she’s comforting him. she’s reassuring him. she’s….she’s telling him she loves being his friend. he blinks up at her, trying desperately to keep his emotions in check. he’s not used to this. he’s not used to feeling like he matters. but coming from her, to hear her say those words…it makes the ache in his chest swell into something so intense that it feels like his heart is shattering.

“it’s actually quite nice to be around you. you say just enough without words.” poppy murmurs softly, reaching back out for his hand. her eyes are kind, gleaming with affection as they lock with his. matt’s breath stutters as her fingers close over his again. he can’t stop staring at the way her hand fits so perfectly in his, how the smooth, soft skin of her fingers looks against the rough texture of his own. her eyes are full of so much, and as he gazes into them, he feels something deep inside of him crack and splinter. he slowly lifts his free hand up, gently tracing a finger over the cream on her lips.

“oh—that’s embarrassing. why didn’t you say something earlier?” she teases, playing off her embarrassment as her cheeks flush. matt doesn’t falter, too distracted by the feeling of her soft, pink lips under the pad of his finger. he slowly drags his finger across her bottom lip, trying to keep his emotions as cool as possible. but the sight of her blush, the sound of her playful voice, the sensation of her lips, the feeling of her fingers wrapped around his hand— it’s driving him absolutely insane.

poppy’s attention is drawn away as her eyes catch a soft movement in the window next to them. she gasps as she sees the pretty white flakes falling from the sky.

“it’s snowing!” she exclaims. matt finally pulls his gaze away from her mouth, lifting his eyes to the window and watching the snowflakes falling down toward the ground. a light dusting of white is already blanketing the tree branches and empty patio chairs outside. he smiles softly as he looks back at her, his eyes a combination of affection and mischief. her gaze drifts back towards him, noticing the playful glint.

“oh, what? you wanna go play in the snow?” she giggles softly, her hand mindlessly playing with his long fingers. matt grins, his eyes brightening with excitement. playing in the snow? with her? hell yeah, he wants to. the thought alone sends a rush of adrenaline coursing through his limbs, and suddenly he’s feeling bold and reckless. he squeezes her hand, a silent question in his eyes as he cocks his head toward the door.

“alright, fine. you’ve convinced me.” she smiles warmly, laughing as he pulls her to her feet. there’s definitely more to matt than meets the eye. poppy grabs her bag, slinging it haphazardly over her shoulder as matt drags her towards the door. his heart is pounding, his hand still wrapped firmly around poppy’s. her laughter is like music to his ears, and he can’t help the smile tugging at his lips as he watches her. she looks so damn lovely when she laughs, and he wants to make her laugh like that again.

they walk outside, the cold air biting at their skin. matt watches as poppy tilts her head back to let the snow fall on her face, her profile stunning against the backdrop of white. she’s shivering, her shirt obviously not adequate against the cold. he hesitates for a second, debating on whether to actually give in to his urge, but decides ‘screw it’. he quickly shrugs out of his jacket, draping it gently around her shoulders. she looks up at him, eyes wide.

“are you crazy? you’ll freeze!” she scolds, her eyes tracing over his bare arms in his t-shirt. despite her protest, she can’t help the butterflies swarming in her stomach. matt smirks, amused at her concern for him. he feels himself flush as her gaze travels over his skin. he folds his arms over his chest, lifting an eyebrow as he gestures for her to put on the jacket.

“absolutely not. put this back on you psycho.” she scoffs stubbornly, handing him back his jacket. matt huffs, shaking his head and taking the jacket out of her hands. he holds it up behind her, gesturing for her to put it on. he doesn’t care if he ends up a popsicle, freezing his ass off. no way in hell is he risking her catching a cold or getting sick.

“you’re crazy. you know that?” she can’t help the affection that slips into her tone. she slips her arms into the jacket, her heart fluttering as he pulls it tightly around her. it hangs loosely off her frame, the hem stopping at her mid thighs and the sleeves covering her hands completely. matt’s eyes widen, the sight of her in his too-large jacket filling his chest with so many emotions that he’s dizzy with it all. all he wants to do is wrap his arms around her and never let go.

“you live on campus, right? in the dorms?” poppy asks softly, distracting him with a question as she sneakily scoops up some snow. matt nods, grateful for the distraction from his overwhelming emotions. he can feel his self-control slipping, the urge to be closer to her almost unbearable. but he manages to stay rooted in place, shoving his hands in his pockets to prevent himself from reaching out and pulling her flush against him. she bites her lip to hide a grin as he looks over at her. as soon as their eyes meet, she throws the snowball that she’s made. it hits him right in the middle of his broad chest, sticking to his black t-shirt. poppy covers her mouth to muffle her loud laugh.

matt’s mouth falls open, his eyes widening as the snowball hits him square in the chest. he looks down at the wet stain on his shirt, shock and surprise written all over his features. he slowly lifts his head, staring at her with a mixture of confusion and amusement. his heart does a little leap in his chest as he sees her trying to hold back a laugh, his eyes lingering on the way her teeth are pressed to her lip. a slow smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly he knows exactly how he’s going to get her back.

“oh—oh no. i don’t like that look.” poppy squeaks. matt’s smirk only grows wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. he takes a step closer, scooping up his own handful of snow and shaping it into a ball. he holds the snowball in his hand, his gaze locked firmly on hers as he slowly approaches her.

“matt…think about this for a second. you don’t wanna do this.” she slowly backs away, the snow crunching under her feet. he continues his approach, closing the gap between them as he stalks her like prey. his grin widens and his eyes light up as he raises the snowball.

poppy lets out a squeal, quickly turning and booking it back towards campus. she laughs brightly as she runs through the snow, her breath leaving her lips in harsh pants. the snow starts to fall harder, her hair covered in little flakes. matt’s grin only widens as he watches her run away from him. his eyes travel quickly over her form, his heart leaping in his chest as it hits him once again how damn gorgeous she is. he grins, pushing out of his stance and sprinting after her. poppy looks over her shoulder to check behind her, gasping as she sees matt gaining on her quickly.

“how are you so fast?!” she yelps. matt grins deviously in response, his legs carrying him as fast as they can through the snow. he pushes himself to go faster, his long legs easily closing the gap between them. poppy looks back again, tripping over her feet as he reaches her. she falls forward, sending them both toppling into the snow. matt tenses as they both hit the ground and land in a tangle of limbs.

poppy’s eyes widen as she feels him laying beneath her. after a moment, she lets out a loud laugh. matt blinks, finding himself staring back up at her, her body pressed up against his as she rests on top of him. he stares into her wide eyes, his own filled with surprise and amusement, before he finally cracks a grin.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry. are you alright?” she gets her concerns out through her laughter, not making a move to get off of him. matt just smiles harder, shaking his head. he’s fine, more than fine. hell, he’s enjoying it probably a little too much. he can feel the warmth of her body against his, her laughter mingling with his own. the sensation sears through him, his heart racing in his chest. so yeah, he’s more than fine. he can’t help but notice the way she makes no move to move away, and he’s torn between loving it and being scared shitless.

poppy finally notices that she’s still on top of him and her cheeks flush a bit. she rolls off of him, sitting up. they’re both completely covered in snow and probably look like total idiots to any spectators. neither of them can find it in them to care. poppy breaks the silence, her sweet voice filling the cold air,

“we should probably get back to our dorms and change before we freeze, yeah?” she grins. her nose is red from the cold, hair wind blown and cheeks rosy. matt grins, nodding in agreement. yeah, he’s pretty sure they look like a real mess right now. he pushes himself up, standing and offering her a hand. the sight of her grin, of her windswept hair and rosy cheeks, makes his chest ache. she looks stunning, even when she’s soaking wet and shivering from the cold. she takes his hand, letting him pull her up. as they start walking back towards the dorms, she bumps his shoulder playfully.

“that was like…really fun. i think i needed that.” matt smiles, bumping her back even as the simple contact sends a shiver down his spine. her touch drives him crazy, his chest tightening with something he can’t put into words. he wants to tell her just how much fun it was for him, how every minute he spends in her presence feels like a gift, but he can’t. he just nods, shoving his hands back in his pockets.

WELCOME TO…the everlong au.

mute!matt & outcast!reader

preview; boston college, perched atop chestnut hill. it’s a great school, matt supposes. although, he isn’t much for the social life aspect. he can’t even speak. he usually sticks to himself, drawing in his sketchbook or pouring his heart out into his journal. he lives a quiet life of studying and solitude—that is until poppy comes crashing into his personal bubble. she’s everything he’s sworn he doesn’t like. she’s chaotic, talkative, and honestly a bit all over the place. but somehow, she’s wormed her way into his heart and shattered his walls with a sledgehammer. maybe words are overrated after all.

warning! this au will contain angst, sensitive topics such as mental health, injuries, toxic family dynamics and eventual smut. see each individual chapter for additional warnings.

INTRODUCING…outcast!reader

INTRODUCING…mute!matt

lol no. not that it’s anyone’s business but like c’mon. they’re 22 year old men who are conventionally attractive and are constantly surrounded by beautiful women…

eee thank you!! i was gonna change it but i’m too attached to it now

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𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 | m.s.

smut blurb! 18+

warnings: light choking, teasing, pnv.