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omgggggg! u take requests hi <3 can u write a matt fluff oneshot abt "its nice to have a friend" by taylor swift? tytyty

IT’S NICE TO HAVE A FRIEND

❐ summary » y/n and matt are inseparable best friends, sharing every moment together and forming an unbreakable bond. despite their deep friendship, they harbor hidden feelings for each other. eventually, matt can no longer contain his emotions and confesses his love, revealing the depth of his affection.

❐ pairings » bsf!matt x fem!reader

❐ warnings » swearing, mentions of religion

❐ a/n && w/c » awhhh this is so sweet :((( •

the sonorous peal of the school bell reverberated through the corridors, as a symphony of animated conversations filled the air.

"are you riding with us today? or are you walking again?" inquired chris, his fingers lingering momentarily on the cold metal of the locker door before he gently closed it with a soft click.

"i’ll go ahead," declared matt to nick and chris, who responded with a silent nod, their expressions a quiet acknowledgment of his decision.

matt strode purposefully toward your classroom, his footsteps echoing softly in the hallway.

through the window, his eyes found you, observing intently as you meticulously gathered your belongings, each movement deliberate and unhurried.

the moment seemed to stretch, filled with unspoken words and lingering glances.

"bye, mr. thompson," you said with a warm smile, as you swung your bag over your shoulder.

with your eyes glued to your phone, you walked out of the classroom, each step a blend of casual ease and focused distraction.

"boo!" matt exclaimed, his voice cutting through the air with playful intensity. you jumped, your hand instinctively flying to your chest as your heart raced from the sudden surprise.

"oh my god, matt!" you exclaimed with a laugh, your voice a blend of surprise and amusement.

you playfully hit him, your touch light and teasing, while he responded with a grin, shoving his hands into his pockets and rocking back on his heels, his smile warm and unguarded.

"do you think the drawings we etched on the sidewalk yesterday still linger?" matt inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. you merely shrugged, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes, leaving the question hanging in the air between you.

"the janitor has probably scrubbed it away," you said, your voice carrying a note of resignation as you pushed open the entrance door and stepped outside.

"but let's see," you added, a glimmer of hope still flickering in your eyes as you ventured forth.

you and matt meander towards the particular section of the sidewalk, your steps in sync as you approach the spot where your shared memories were etched.

"oh, the snow," matt giggled, his laughter light and airy as he kicked the snow aside. A smile gradually spread across his face, illuminating his features. "it's still there," he said, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and delight.

"oh, it is!" you reply, reaching for your phone to capture the moment.

just as you frame the shot, matt, with a mischievous glint in his eye, hurls a snowball at you, catching you off guard.

"hey!" you giggle, quickly tucking your phone back into your pocket. With a playful urgency, you shrug off your bag, unzipping it and rummaging through its contents in search of your gloves.

"fuck," you mutter under your breath, your voice tinged with mild frustration, as Matt's giggles fill the air.

"what?" he inquires, his smile unwavering as he strides towards you, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

"my gloves disappeared, dude!" you lament with a sigh of frustration. "that was my sixth pair, for fucks sake!"

"you can borrow mine," matt declares, as he meticulously removes one glove from his hand, feeling the biting chill of the air against his exposed skin.

his breath forms wisps of vapor in the wintry air, a testament to the encroaching cold.

"are you sure? I mean, you don't have t—" you begin, but matt interrupts you mid-sentence.

"no, really. it's perfectly fine," he insists with a reassuring smile, extending his glove towards you with a gentle, unwavering hand.

you don the glove and, with a fluid motion, cast your bag aside. swiftly, you gather a substantial amount of snow, sculpting it into a compact sphere.

with a mischievous glint in your eye, you hurl the snowball at him, eliciting a high-pitched, almost girlish scream that reverberates through the crisp, wintry air.

you release a peal of laughter, "what was that scream?" you manage to say between fits of giggles.

matt joins in your mirth, his laughter mingling with yours. without warning, he scoops up a snowball and hurls it at you, prompting you to let out a series of surprised yelps as the cold snow collides with you.

the two of you engage in a spirited snowball fight, the frosty missiles flying back and forth amidst peals of laughter and playful taunts.

the air is filled with the sound of your joyous exclamations as you dodge and weave, each trying to outmaneuver the other.

time seems to stretch, the world narrowing down to just the two of you and the snow-covered battlefield.

eventually, with cheeks flushed and breaths coming in visible puffs, you both come to a silent agreement that it's time to head back.

the cold has finally seeped through your layers, and the promise of warmth beckons you homeward.

the sun cast a gentle warmth upon your face, its rays a stark contrast to the biting chill of the air that nipped at your exposed skin.

your bare hand sought refuge in the depths of your pocket, seeking solace from the relentless cold that pervaded the wintry landscape.

you were lost in a stream of consciousness, words flowing freely as you rambled on about some trivial matter.

amidst your rant, you could have sworn you felt Matt's gaze fixed intently upon you, his eyes tracing every nuance of your expression.

"wanna come over to my place?" you inquire, your voice tinged with a blend of hope and hesitation.

matt responds with a silent nod, his eyes conveying an unspoken agreement.

"yeah, i’d love that actually," he replies, punctuating his words with a thoughtful nod.

"oh, we can play some video games! i got new games during the weekend," you exclaim, your eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. He responds with a soft chuckle, his lips curling into a smile as he observes the excitement radiating from you.

"sounds like fun," he remarks, a genuine smile gradually spreading across his face, illuminating his features with a warm, inviting glow.

it’s nice to have a friend.

»--•--«

"ugh!" you groan, frustration bubbling over as you toss the controller onto the ground with a dramatic flair.

leaning back, you let your body sink into the floor, the cool surface grounding you as you bury your face into your hands, your mind swirling with the sting of defeat.

matt's soft giggles fill the room, a lighthearted melody that contrasts sharply with your dismay, his amusement a gentle reminder of the playful nature of your competition.

"what time is it?" matt inquires, his curiosity piqued. you slowly remove your hands from your face, your gaze shifting towards the clock to discern the passage of time.

your eyes widen in sudden realization. "matt! your curfew!" you exclaim hastily, urgency lacing your voice.

"no, it's alright. i spoke with my mom and she granted me extra time; in fact, she said I have no curfew tonight," matt replied, his tone calm and reassuring.

you pause, a slow smile spreading across your face, illuminating your features with a gentle warmth. turning to look at him, your eyes reflect a mixture of relief and amusement, capturing the subtle shift in the atmosphere.

"sleepover?" you suggest with a playful grin, the word hanging in the air like an invitation. matt's immediate nod is a silent agreement, his eagerness evident in the swift motion of his head.

"hell yeah!" he exclaimed with fervor, quickly pulling out his phone to inform his mom, his fingers dancing over the screen with excitement.

you move to turn off the xbox, your gaze sweeping the room thoughtfully. "let's do something," you suggest, your voice carrying a hint of anticipation.

matt keeps his eyes fixed on his phone, barely glancing up as he murmurs, "like what?" His voice is tinged with curiosity, though his attention remains divided.

"hmm," you hum thoughtfully, your gaze wandering around the room before finally settling on the window. a wide grin spreads across your face, lighting up your features with a sudden spark of inspiration.

"come!" you exclaim, a radiant grin illuminating your face as you seize Matt’s hand, the urgency in your voice matched by the excitement in your eyes.

"what are we doing?" he chuckles, his curiosity piqued as you come to a halt before the window, your hands deftly opening it to reveal the world beyond.

matt's eyes widen with dawning realization as the pieces of what you wanted to do fall into place in his mind.

he knows all too well the depth of your affection for those tranquil moments spent perched atop your own roof, where the world below seems distant and the sky above feels within reach.

"absolutely not!" he exclaims, his voice tinged with a mix of alarm and defiance as he takes a step back, putting some distance between himself and the open window.

"matt, come on, it's okay," you reassure him, casting a comforting glance over your shoulder before you nimbly climb out of the window and onto the familiar expanse of your roof.

you began your ascent up the roof, your movements cautious yet determined.

suddenly, your foot slipped, sending a jolt of fear through you. in that precarious moment, matt's hand shot out, gripping you firmly and preventing your fall. his steady hold anchored you, offering both safety and a surge of unexpected intimacy.

"be careful!" he exclaims, his voice a blend of stern concern and playful teasing as you both navigate the precarious climb up the roof.

you and matt settle at the roof's peak, the world below fading into insignificance.

as you gaze at the horizon, the sun dips lower, casting a mesmerizing pink hue across the sky, transforming it into a canvas of delicate pastels.

the tranquility of the moment envelops you both, a silent testament to the beauty of shared solitude.

you turn to look at Matt, noting how his hair falls effortlessly across his forehead, framing his piercing blue eyes with a perfection that seems almost intentional.

the soft light of the setting sun casts a gentle glow, highlighting the subtle nuances of his features.

you furrowed your eyebrows, taken aback by the transformation in his blue eyes.

typically, they held the serene and inviting hue of a clear summer sky, a gentle reminder of peaceful days.

but today, they had darkened, swirling with a tempestuous energy that evoked the image of a raging ocean storm.

it was as if a tsunami was brewing within them, ready to unleash its overwhelming power and destruction upon an unsuspecting city, leaving nothing but chaos in its wake.

“what’s on your mind?” you ask, your voice a gentle whisper imbued with tenderness.

matt turns to look at you, his expression a mixture of contemplation and vulnerability.

his gaze softens, eyes reflecting a raw vulnerability. "I've just been pretty stressed out lately," he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nod, the words slipping out in a whisper. "yeah, me too," you say, as you gently rest your head on his shoulder.

matt rested his head against yours, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. His hand moved with a serpentine grace, encircling your waist before continuing its journey.

it found its way to your hand, which lay softly on your lap, and found your fingers in a delicate, almost hesitant embrace.

the warmth of his touch spread through you, a silent testament to the unspoken bond that still lingered between you both.

he interlocked your fingers with a tender deliberation, the gesture speaking volumes as you both watched the sun dip below the horizon.

the sky transformed into a canvas of fiery hues, casting a warm glow over your intertwined hands, a silent witness to the profound connection that still lingered between you.

in that moment, the world seemed to dissolve away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time.

it was just you and your best friend, enveloped in a cocoon of shared silence and unspoken understanding, where nothing else held any significance.

i suppose one could say that you felt a profound sense of gratitude for the privilege of having a friend.

»--•--«

the church bell tolled solemnly, resonating through the sacred space as the priest proclaimed the conclusion of the mass.

you, matt, nick, and chris rose from your seats, the quiet rustle of movement echoing the end of a shared moment of reverence.

your parents and theirs have forged a deep friendship over the years.

one such tradition is the saturday morning church service, where the pews are filled with familiar faces and the air is thick with the scent of incense and the murmur of collective prayers.

"I’m so sleepy," you groaned, leaning into matt as he slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer with a comforting familiarity.

"i’d hope so. you didn't catch a wink last night," matt chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement as you playfully roll your eyes in response.

you rest your head on matt's shoulder, finding solace in his presence, as the two of you walked out into the morning.

"I literally slept!" you protested defensively, as matt's laughter filled the room. "no, seriously! like thirty minutes after you fell asleep."

"you're bluffing," matt chuckled, shaking his head with a knowing smile. "race to the park?" he proposed, a playful glint in his eyes.

every time you and matt accompanied your parents to church, it became an unspoken tradition to escape to the park afterward, finding solace in its serene embrace.

you would pass by an elderly gentleman seated on a weathered bench, methodically feeding the pigeons that flocked around him.

sometimes, he would offer them crumbs of bread, and other times, delicate grains of rice.

occasionally, he would surprise them with new treats, likely procured from his recent visit to the local store.

his choices were always a delightful enigma, a small yet captivating puzzle that kept you on your toes each week.

you found yourself eagerly anticipating what he might bring next, each encounter adding a layer of intrigue to your routine visits.

"you know it," you say with a grin, and with that, you both take off, sprinting towards the park, laughter trailing in your wake.

the breeze dances around you, its cool touch invigorating as it weaves through your body. delicate snowflakes descend from the heavens, each one finding a resting place upon your locks, creating a shimmering crown of winter’s grace.

the crunch of your shoes against the snow echoes through the quiet landscape, each step a testament to your resolve.

you summon every ounce of strength, your breath visible in the cold air, as you push forward with unwavering determination towards the park, the destination that calls to you through the winter's chill.

you reach the park and a triumphant smile spreads across your face. "I win!" you exclaim, your voice ringing with victory.

matt chuckles, his laughter warm and genuine, as he stops in his tracks, bending over with his hands resting on his knees, catching his breath.

though Matt would never confess it, there is a subtle, almost imperceptible hesitation in his stride.

it is a silent concession, a deliberate slowing of his pace, crafted solely to ensure your victory.

"yet again," he murmurs, shaking his head with a bemused smile. as he approaches, he throws his arm over your shoulder, drawing you close.

"yet again," you echo his words, the familiarity of the phrase bringing a smile to your lips. as you walk through the park, your eyes fall upon the old man you always see, his presence a comforting constant in your routine.

the old man glances at you and matt, a knowing smile playing on his lips. you and matt return his smile, your steps in sync as you make your way towards your bench.

"he brought bread today," you whispered, a soft murmur that drew a chuckle from matt.

you and matt settle onto the bench, his arm remaining a comforting weight around your shoulders.

you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth and steady rhythm of his breath.

the world around you seems to fade, leaving just the two of you in a quiet bubble of shared contentment.

you tilt your head to the side, your eyes meeting matt's as a smile curves your lips. after a moment, you shift your gaze to the tree beside him, the leaves rustling gently in the breeze.

you had carved your initials there, not in a romantic gesture, but in a testament to your enduring friendship.

though you yearned to encircle the initials with a heart, just as you secretly wished to call him "babe" rather than simply "best friend," the unspoken desires lingered in the spaces between your words.

matt slowly withdraws his arm from your shoulder, his hands finding their way to his lap. as his nails begin to absentmindedly pick at the skin on his arms, the gesture speaks volumes of the silent tempest raging within him.

you lift your head from his shoulder, your brows knitting together in concern.

your gaze then drifts downward, first to his hands, which fidget restlessly, and then to his leg, which bounces with a nervous energy that betrays his inner unrest.

you gently place a hand on his leg, your touch meant to still its anxious movement. Looking up into his eyes, you softly ask, "matt? are you okay?"

matt keeps his head low, a moment of hesitation passing before he slowly lifts his gaze.

his blue eyes, intense and searching, lock onto yours, delving deep as if seeking solace or understanding within your soul.

"i don't know... it's just—" he stammers, his voice faltering as he shifts his gaze away, frustration evident in his movements. He throws his head back, a sigh escaping his lips. "fuck...”

"It's okay," you murmur softly, your hand gently rubbing his upper arm in a comforting gesture. "talk to me."

he shakes his head, frustration evident in his movements. "what are we, y/n?" he snaps, his voice tinged with desperation.

"what do you mean? we're best frie—" you begin to say, but he cuts you off abruptly.

"no, we're not. best friends don't look at each other the way we do. best friends don't spend every waking second together. well—they do, but not like us. what we have is different. i'm convinced it's different. but you're so confusing! one moment, you're kissing my cheek, and the next, you're saying we're nothing more than best friends? it's maddening, y/n. you can't just expect me to switch off my feelings. every time you pull me close, every time you laugh at my jokes, it feels like there's more between us. then you turn around and act like none of it matters. you can't expect me not to fall in love with you when you make me feel this way. it's like you're playing with my heart, and I don't think I can take it anymore," he says, his words spilling out in a torrent of raw emotion before he can even process what he's saying.

"you're in love with me?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with a mixture of astonishment and vulnerability.

"yes, y/n! god, i'm in love with you! i'm so in love with you that it hurts! i'm in love with the way you smile, the way you always know what to say, what to do, and how to act! i'm in love with every single aspect of you, inside and out. i love you, and it hurts! it hurts knowing that you can't reciprocate my feelings and that i'm just- i'm just a friend in your eyes. it tears me apart every day, seeing you and not being able to tell you how i truly feel. every time you laugh, every time you touch my arm, it's like a dagger to my heart because i want so much more. i want to hold you, to be with you, to share every moment with you. but instead, i have to pretend that i'm okay with just being your friend when all i want is to be your everything." matt rambles, his words pouring out in a desperate rush, but before he can finish his sentence, you cup his face and plant your lips onto his.

matt’s tense muscles gradually unwound, the weight of his worries dissipating as his eyelids fluttered shut, surrendering to the serene embrace of the moment.

you pull away, a soft smile gracing your lips, as a cheesy grin spreads across matt’s face, his eyes still gently closed, savoring the lingering warmth of the kiss.

you nestle your head against his shoulder once more, and he responds by encircling your waist with his arm, drawing you closer into a tender embrace.

it really is nice to have a friend.