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it had been a long day. match was returning to her dorm after a particularly harsh shift at work. why were people such assholes to starbucks baristas?! ugh…
match set her stuff down by the front door and went to get changed into something comfier.
she heard the shower running from the shared bathroom, that explains where pence-pence is!
goodness, she loved her roommate/bestie/possibly-more-than-bestie so, so much. they had always had a sort of… “more than platonic but never official” relationship. it was like, they would occasionally give each other pecks on the cheek, cuddle, star watch together, and hold hands… and then the next day pencil would completely brush all of it off! huh?!
it made match feel like pencil didn’t actually love her. like match was nothing more than a figure of comfort or enjoyment to pencil, like none of the moments were as special to her as they were to match! it hurt, a lot.
maybe pence-pence just doesn’t like labels?
…or maybe all the stuff they did really was just platonic and pencil didn’t care about her or love her in the same way she did pencil. ouch.
wait… like, why was match thinking about this?! this was just adding to her stress!
she quickly opened her drawer and grabbed a pink pj set, one designed by flower! flower had been giving match all of her “test” clothes for feedback and like, 99% of the them were amazing! it was a sweet deal.
match laid down on her bed. well- it was basically both her and pencil’s SHARED bed at this point. when they first moved in together they had separate beds, so this one technically belonged to match, but they’d both been sharing it so long that it didn’t really matter.
ugh! that was just one more of the many examples of everything in their relationship being so confusing!
match let out a frustrated sigh to herself. she attempted and failed to get more comfortable in the bed, worries and stress clouding her mind.
however, these thoughts were soon interrupted when she heard the bathroom door click and open, seeing pencil walking out in a purple robe.
oh my matchstick factory. she literally looked SO pretty.
her slightly hooded eyes, the way the robe framed her figure, the way she looked up and said hey to match… oh wait!
“uhh.. match?”
match blinked a few times and shook her head, pretending as if she hadn’t just been staring at pencil with the most pathetically obvious longing look ever.
“oops, like, sorry pence-pence! i totally spaced out! hehe…”
she was lucky it was dim enough in the room to hide the blush on her cheeks. why did feelings have to be so hard?! get yourself together, match!
pencil smiled, rolled her eyes a bit, and went to sit down next to match on the bed, “okay then!”
match was being SO incredibly astronomically unusual. staring at her fingers, flinching when pencil would touch her, something was clearly wrong.
“um, matchy? are you… feeling alright?” pencil asked as she tried to get a better look at match.
oh no! oh no uhhh….. quick! tell half truths, match!
“oh! it’s n-nothing. just had a long day at work, no need to like, worry pence pence!” match said with a forced grin.
DID SHE JUST STUTTER?!?!?! match, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?!
pencil raised her eyebrow and turned to face match on the bed.
“there’s literally no way that’s all that’s going on… I can tell when my bestie is upset, you know!”
uaaaaagghhhg!
match sighed and looked down. guess she wasn’t getting out of this one.
“okay… ugh, pencil, this is gonna like, be really awkward if i actually explain though…”
pencil gave an interested and concerned look, clearly paying more attention now.
“match, i’d rather it be awkward than have you feeling sad. are you okay?” she asked in a more serious tone.
match’s heart beat faster.
“okay um… i don’t know how to ummm… like, put this but…”
she turned away from pencil and covered her face slightly in shame. oh god, her best friend was totally gonna like, hate her!
phew. she can do this. cmon, match. just, let it out…
“i… i really like you, pence-pence. like… LIKE like you. and.. i guess i was just feeling sad because despite us um.. kissing sorta and sharing a bed and doing like, coupley-kind-of things, we have never actually had a label! and… you don’t do that kind of stuff in public with me. like, i know i’m ugh like totally being dramatic or whatever, but it feels as if you’re… ashamed of me and i-“
match’s eyes began to fill with tears.
oh my god match you crybaby. why now? why now?? why nowww?!?!
she brought her knees to her chest and sniffled.
“…i don’t know. i’m sorry, this was a, like horrible way to um, confess.” she let out a sad giggle through her tears, still turned away from pencil.
“just… i really like you pencil- no wait, not like, i love you. i love seeing you happy and i love the way it makes me feel. but… if you don’t um, like me that way it’s like, fine. i’m sorry for putting all this on you, i guess i just interpreted everything wrong and i-“
match was cut off by a pair of hands cupping her cheeks and a pair of lips meeting hers.
OH MY MATCHSTICK FACTORY, WHAT?!
match’s eyes widened in surprise at first but she quickly returned the action, putting one hand on pencils cheek as well as one on her shoulder.
it was a short, yet meaningful kiss. one that made match’s heart flutter and stomach fill with happy little butterflies. one that left her eyes startled and face a bright shade of pink when they pulled away from each other.
…pencil had tears in her eyes too.
“match! i feel the same way! i-i’m sorry i made you feel as though i didn’t want to be with you. i do! i do so badly, i was just… scared of the title and scared of the responsibility but that’s seriously no excuse.”
match covered her mouth and stared into pencil’s eyes with her own cloudy ones. (oh em gee cloudy reference #gollection)
“i seriously love you too, match. so much. and if… if you can forgive me i- well i would love to be your girlfriend. officially.”
“o-officially officially?!” match squeaked out.
pencil blushed more and covered her face, “y-yeah! officially! if that’s what-if you’re okay with- i mean like if you’re still upset that’s okay too it’s just-“
this time, match cut off pencil’s rambling, putting her arms around pencil and bringing her into another loving kiss.
eeeeee!!!!!
when they pulled away they stared at each other for a moment.
pencil was blushing with tear marks (td ref omg) streaming down her face and match was the same, looking at her newly OFFICIAL girlfriend with a goofy love-struck smile.
they both started giggling profusely, laying down in the bed and holding each other.
“i like, love you so much, pence-pence.” match whispered, nuzzling closer into pencil, cherishing the oh so fuzzy warmth between them and the security she felt from it.
oh my god she was so happy.
the butterflies in her stomach fluttering like never before, her entire body warm and happy in her best friend/girlfriend’s secure embrace, the sound of pencil’s soft breathing. it was all so much!
“i love you too, match.”