fall in love | m.s. - headcannons
╰┈➤ hollow!matt.. the quiet, nice guy who was drowing before he met shy!reader.
warnings: mentions of sex, intimacy
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ hollow!matt who.. heard your voice for the first time when you asked for pencil.
“do you have a pencil i could borrow?” you asked softly. he blinked, a little startled that someone had actually chosen to sit next to him—to speak to him.
he didn’t look up, just slid the pencil across the desk, his fingers brushing the edge of your notebook. it wasn’t much, but something in his chest shifted—a quiet, almost-forgotten warmth.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ hollow!matt who.. helps you when you’re lost.
“i’m sorry…do you know where chemistry class is?” you asked, voice shy and uncertain.
he’d seen how the others had laughed at you, and it stirred something protective in him.
he didn’t say much—just nodded and gestured for you to follow. you did.
and when you reached the door and thanked him with that small, genuine smile—he realized he’d never been thanked like that before.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ hollow!matt who.. is surprised when you give him an apple.
you were sitting outside alone again, quietly eating lunch, when you felt someone sit beside you.
you turned—matt, silent as always. “here…” you said, handing him your spare apple. he stared for a second. “for me…?”
you nodded. he looked down at it, then at you, unsure what to do with the small kindness that suddenly felt enormous.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ hollow!matt who.. lets you have the book you both wanted.
your fingers brushed over the spine at the same time. you looked up, ready to apologize, but stopped when you saw him.
he met your eyes briefly—just enough to say, it’s okay.
“keep it,” he murmured, stepping back.
you smiled shyly, tucking the book to your chest, and for the rest of the day he kept replaying that moment in his head—your smile, the warmth it left behind.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ hollow!matt who.. enjoys just being near to you.
you read while he sat beside you on the grass, the afternoon quiet except for the sound of pages turning.
he didn’t say much—he didn’t need to.
for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel the weight pressing quite so hard. just being there, next to you, was enough.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ hollow!matt who.. finally gathers the courage to ask you out.
his palms are clammy, his voice almost shaking. you’re both standing by the school gates, the wind tugging at your sleeves.
“i just…um…wanted to ask you..if you will go out with me?”
he can’t quite look at you—until you nod.
the relief that spreads across his face is soft, quiet, and real—like the first light after a long night.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ hollow!matt who.. brings you pink tulips on your first date.
“um… i bought these for you,” he says, holding them out awkwardly, his fingers trembling a little.
you smile—shy but radiant—and take them carefully, like they’re something fragile.
“thank you,” you whisper. he nods, eyes soft, like he can’t believe you’re really standing there.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ hollow!matt who.. asks you to be his girlfriend.
the night is cold, the stars faint and far away.
“i, um…i really like you,” he stammers. “and i’d like to be your…boyfriend.”
you’re surprised—but in the best way.
your smile grows slow and sure. “yeah, i’d like to be your girlfriend.”
“yeah?” he asks, hope flickering in his voice. “yeah,” you whisper, and his whole expression softens—like something inside him finally unclenched.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ hollow!matt who.. becomes quietly obesessed with you.
he looks at you for a long moment, like he’s trying to remember every detail.
his voice is quiet when he finally speaks. “you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, almost shy, like the words aren’t meant to be heard.
you smile, and that alone makes his heart stutter.
he leans in, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose—slow, gentle, unhurried. you laugh softly, and he smiles against your skin, whispering again, “so, so pretty.”
and for once, he feels light—like everything heavy has finally let go.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ hollow!matt who.. tells you he loves you for the first time.
it’s late, and the world feels still. you’re close—close enough to feel his breath. he looks at you for a long moment, eyes soft and uncertain.
“i love you,” he whispers, the words barely holding together.
you smile—small, warm, a little shaky—and lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. then another, and another, slow and gentle, like you’re trying to tell him you feel it too without words.
he closes his eyes, breathing in quietly, letting the moment wrap around him—fragile, real, and safe.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ hollow!matt who.. loves being close to you.
the warmth of your skin, the steady rhythm of your breathing, the quiet way you fit against him.
“baby…” he moaned as his hips kept thrusting against yours. his hands had a firm grip on your waist as he kept going. you were whimpering softly.
he whispers your name like it’s something sacred, his voice low and trembling. he is holding you as if he’s afraid you might disappear.
to him, it isn’t about sex—it’s about being close enough to know you’re real.
- wrapped with love, karla ᢉ𐭩
