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i was rlly bored at work so for a couple hrs i just started writing a little story in my notebook and im typing it up so i have a digital copy (bc i do wanna work on this fr eventually) and i ended up writing more than i expected...like ive been typing for over an hour at this point đ
#to be fair i am also editing it slightly as im typing bc i make so many spelling and grammar mistakes when writing by hand#and adding some things to make the story flow better#but its like over 1.5k words rn? đ#vinnie talks
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genres: n/a
warnings: mentions of depression medication and mental health, male masturbation
notes from bambi: here you go!
Matt did see everything. He liked to lurk in the tripletâs fandom spaces, and when his mental health was good, he even found it kinda fun, though he would never reveal this aloud. He definitely enjoyed watching those same spaces work themselves into a tizzy at his knowledge admittanceâthese kids were so funny. So it came as no surprise to him when the Tumblr TikTok video showed up on his feed.
Matt hadnât had a good night. Heâd tried to jerk off earlier, all to no avail. His antidepressants were helpful for his mood and overall outlook on life but goddamn did they make it hard to masturbate. With a snarl, he had pulled up his boxers and opened TikTok. That was over an hour ago, and now Matt scrolled aimlessly on his private account. He was quite proud of it actually. He disguised it as some random fanpage and had made it a personal mission that week to reblog a few videos about himself. No one would know, and he was nothing if not a Matt girl.Â
The video on his Following page was formatted simplyâa girl in her room, as most of them were, and he saw it was one of his favorite fan accounts. She always had good takes and the drama in her comment section kept him incredibly entertained. She was expressing her fear at his now-infamous âI see everythingâ line, and with a chuckle, he pressed the heart icon, preparing to scroll away. In his sleepy haze, he missed, hitting the comment bubble instead. What he saw made his head tilt.
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   oh ik the tumblr girlies shakin rn
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         LMAOOOO REAL
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         iâm so lost đđđ
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         tumblr canât be worse than here
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         wait whatâs on tumbler?
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   bro does NOT see everything, heâd be traumatized
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   @ user WHEN I SAW THAT I SCREAMED
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   you guys are gonna make them quit if you keep doing ts
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Matt rolled his eyes at that one. He knew it was a valid concern, but he also knew that there were prices to be paid for being famous, and he would take a few weird stories in exchange for the life of his literal dreams. And besides, he reasoned to himself, they were always so off-the-mark anyway that it didnât even feel like he was reading about himself.
But back to the matter at hand. Matt had never even heard of Tumblr, so there couldnât be that many triplet fan accounts on there, and he figured that after everything heâd seen on Twitter, he was ready for anything.
âWell this is fucking ridiculous,â he grumbled to himself, scrolling to the end of the âheadcanonâ, as it was called. Matt read the name of the âbloggerâ (he was learning so many new terms tonight) that posted it - some strange amalgamation of letters and numbers, with, of course, âsturnioloâ tacked on to the end. Matt elected to keep his thoughts on the spelling to himself. âYouâre weird for that. All of it.â He swiped out of the app, fully prepared to roll over, go to sleep, and forget all about it.
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But what else did they get wrong about him? What did the rest of them think he did when he had sex? Matt figured he should check that âsturniolo tripletâ hashtag one more time.Â
He sat up properly for this, sighing as he flicked on his bedside lamp. It illuminated his room, its soft light showcasing the woodsy decorations heâd furnished months ago. With a grimace, he opened the accursed app once more and began a deep dive.
It seemed the entire community centered around âsmutâ of him and Chris. He saw a few for Nick, a handful for Nate, all of which he scrolled past quickly, blinking them away. He wasnât trying to dive that deep.
The first thing Matt noticed was that almost every story had a line of photos at the top, like a faux header. None of the images contained anything amissâall were photos posted by him and his brothers throughout the years, pictures taken by fans at shows, and the like. No, the real stuff lay in the words. This was a communityâhe could tell that much from the amount of repostingâof very good writers. Many of their stories spanned thousands of words with multiple parts and real plots woven throughout. And there were a lot. It was dizzying. He adjusted himself.Â
There were stories for almost every situation, some even making him a drug dealer (though most writers seemed to think that out of anyone, it would be Chris, which he found hilarious due to the fact that Chris couldnât tell a convincing lie if his life depended on it), a mafia boss, a father, a mechanic, or simply just a doting boyfriend. Some wrote him as a harsh, domineering man, quick to take his bratty girlfriend to task. Some wrote him as a needy submissive individual, and the words they used made his head spin. Matt adjusted himself again. His dick didnât normally bother him this much. Maybe he needed new boxers.Â
Matt himself only had a bit of experience in the wide world of sex. He knew there were some wild kinks out there, but he found he was never much interested in watching that kind of porn, and heâd only been with a few girls his entire life, none of whom had ever asked him to perform such tasks on them, so he really didnât know what he liked and didnât like. As he lay in his bed, his lamp casting fuzzy shadows over his room, Matt couldnât tear his eyes from the screen.
They think Iâm capable of actuallyâŚspanking someone? Am I? If she wanted it, I guessâŚApparently Iâm some sort of sex god, super posessive, I have a breeding kink, whatever the fuck that means, and Chris and I fight over girls a lot. To him, that was the most unrealisticâhe and Chris had wildly different types.Â
The sheer amount of stories depicting him absolutely rearranging the guts of the reader or y/n (he still had no idea what that meant) made his brain short-circuit, and he tried to tap out of the one currently pulled up. But alas, Matt still had no idea how Tumblr workedâthe images below every story just took him deeper, and it was one of those images that he misguidedly clicked on, an innocuous lilac purple, covered in sparkles. Seems harmless enough.
As Matt tapped around, trying to get back, he found himself on another account and thoroughly lost. An underlined word in the first post caught his attentionâconcepts. Subtitled below were the words, âshort headcanons about the triplets! both sfw and nsfwâ. He tilted his head. âSfwâ? What does that mean? A quick Google search quieted his questioning. Surely a âsafe-for-workâ headcanon would be fine to read. He tapped the link, and it directed him to a simpler page, one organized using just his name and Chrisâs, each one with links below them. His thumb hovered over one near the top, its title mildly intriguingââsoft!dom!mattâ.
Then he paused. Was he really doing this? His dick began to throb. He should have just left the whole thing alone, but nowâŚwell, now he had to know.Â
Five words in and he was pumping his rock-hard cock in his hand. Mattâs neck strained, his left thumb shaking as he tried to scroll to read more. Such a short piece of fiction and yetâŚ
His stomach began to tie itself into knots. The more he read, the more he panted. His whole pelvic region felt tingly and his cock was so warm in his hand, and getting warmer by the second. This was different than anything heâd ever jerked off to beforeâthis wasnât a video, or even a naughty selfie from a girlfriend. This was pure porn, about him bringing some unnamed girl to completion over and over again. Matt didnât even know that was possible. The unnamed girl couldnât even handle his cock, thatâs how tight she was-
The moment he realized this fact, his nuts clenched and he spurted cum all the way up to his chest. Pumping furiously, even raising his hips into his hand, he continued his explosive orgasm, letting out breathy groans as he did so. His chest heaved with heavy breath, and Matt felt the beginnings of a headache forming behind his eyes from how hard heâd just finished. He collapsed on his bed, sheets askew, pillows rearranged, staring blankly at the ceiling.
And then Matt realized which head had been doing all his thinking for him this entire time. Letting his now-limp dick flop to the side, he let out one more gasp of air. âThat was weird,â he said aloud into the empty room. âNever doing that again.â
notes from bambi: i referenced my own work because it didnât feel right to use anyone elseâs without their consent, and i wanted to put this out today, not because i think my writing is better than anyone else's or because i think matt would prefer mine over yours. remember that itâs all just fiction and we write for fun. i hope you all enjoyed!
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hi hiii, I hope ur having a good day<3 I'm rewatching 365 days rn and I was wondering if you could do 141 + graves and Alejandro watching it with us? nsfw would be amazing but it's completely up to you, this is really random im sorry đ i just thought of it out of nowhere, and no rush ofc<3
Have a nice day/night/afternoon<3
A/N: If you can't tell I hate this movie. I fell asleep not even halfway through when I watched it. BUT IT'S AN ENTERTAINING REQUEST, SO ENJOY<3
Summary: How they would react to watching 365 Days with you.
Warning(s): suggestive content/language (18+), established relationship, GN!Reader, no use of y/n
Word Count: 1.5k
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365 Days | 141 Headcanons (+ Ale/Graves)
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As much as he loved movie nights with you, sometimes he had to join late. Though you insisted that you would wait on him to start it, that you wanted to start from the beginningâhe put his foot down. He can come back, halfway through the movie, guess whatâs going on, and still enjoy it with you, right? At least, that was his logic.
Tonight was playing out like usual; dinner finished, and he had some paperwork that needed tending to first. So, youâre sat on the sofa, already several minutes through this⌠questionable movie. Why you had chosen it, you werenât sure, but it was something to keep you entertained.
He strolled into the living room, a heavy groan when he was finally able to relax. âWhat are you watching, Sweetheart?â Johnâs arm found its way to the back of the couch, a not-so-subtle way to wrap his arm around you. âOh, theyâre on a boat. Is this some sort of adventureââ
âOh.â
As good as he was at keeping his composure, the sudden cut to the explicit boat scene, stunned him to near silence. It was quite humorous, the mortified look on his face as you sat there watching it nonchalantly. But the scene continued, cut-to-cut, at least two minutes of the smutty montage.
âAre you trying to tell me something?â He asks with a stern look, dripping with playfulness, though he found the movie downright unrealistic and cringe-worthy; not at all how he views romance or sex. Heâd kidnapped her, tried to make her infatuated, seduced her⌠he found it downright strange. It definitely didnât get him in the mood, he spent most of it with a look of contempt on his faceâunless he was staring at you.
Simon
He would always let you pick the movies, no matter what. There was no arguing, no bickering over action v. romance, he truly didnât mind. Movie night often started with Simon silently handing you the remote, eyes glaring until you give up on being polite and just pick the damn film.
You clicked on the Netflix icon, scrolling through the array of films you two hadnât watched yet. Finally, you hovered over an⌠interesting choice. One you had seen talked about across social media since its release. Surely, itâll at least be amusing, right? Even if it's awful?
âLooks stupid.â The intro to the film began to play, his broodiness ever-persistent. But you could take what he dished out because no matter how tough he acted, he cherished evenings like theseâno matter what you picked to watch. Throughout the film, he maintained that same stillness he always did; legs spread with one hand in his lap, the other draped over the back of the couch, even during the most heated of scenes.
There were plenty of those, for sure. âCanât believe Iâm watchinâ this shitâŚâ He grumbled, but was he going to shut it off? Nope. The longer it played, your flushed expression would amuse himâwhether it was because you were embarrassed by all the explicit scenes, or because the movie was simply p^rn with little plot. Either way, he spent more time with his eyes on you than the screen. If he did feel himself start getting heated, heâs not going to outright ask, either. Heâd rather suffer for an hour and a half, and tease you about the film choice, something might happen ;)
Soap
It wasnât that you were hiding the fact that you picked this movie, but you didnât exactly want it to be one you watched together. Your fingers were practically crossed under the blanket, hoping he would at least walk in during one of the semi-normal scenes.
His voice startled you because he had come in so suddenly, and of course during one of the many explicit scenes the movie was littered with. âSteaminâ Jesus, bonnie, if you wanted to watch p^rn I couldâve sent you some.â His arms crossed over his chest as he watched the screen, but his look was one of awe. Why the hell were you watching this? But most of all, why was he standing here doing the same? You had no doubts about what he said, either. He probably would if you were desperate enough, and it wasnât exactly a secret how much of a dirty mind he had.
His weight settled on the couch next to you, in the typical cuddling position he put you in during movie night; forcing your head into his lap or against his heart. To this day youâre convinced he only does this so youâll play with his hair if you were being honest. âDidnât know you liked movies like thisâŚâ Soap was only trying to be casual, to act nonchalant about what was on screen. But, his mind did wanderâdoing what he always did when he watched things like that; imagining you in it.
(Letâs just say⌠he had to do that thing where guys readjust themselves, shifting their hips against the cushionâŚ)
Gaz
Strangely enough, he probably saw the memes about it and decided to give it a try on movie night. So, he got all the favorite snacks, drinks, and most of all youâhuddled next to him under layers of blankets. He was expecting something like Fifty Shadesâhow the both of you spent the entire time cracking jokes and giggling at the outlandish nature of itâor at least, he did. This movie made Fifty Shades look like nothing.
He flashed a side-eye, one to see your expression during such a movie. Explicit scenes; whatever. But this? It was⌠unsavory for him.
If you wanted to finish it, so be it, but that didnât mean he wanted to be there. Gaz just found sex scenes like this (overly aggressive/no plot-driving ones) obnoxious. âYou sure you want to finish this, babe? Iâd rather watch Gray Shades, or whatever the hell it was called, again.â He sounded uncomfortable as if he was watching the scene with his parents looking over his shoulder.
But then again, some of the acting was like a car wreckâso horrific you couldnât tear your eyes from it. âI could beat his ass.â Gaz eventually resorted to fierce disdain for the male protagonist about halfway through the film, sizing him up through the screen. Partially to make you laugh, partially because he disliked the character so much, and the film itself. It was humorous for you to watch, to say the least.
Alejandro
Alejandro wouldnât have chosen the movie. He prefers older movies, nostalgic films, and classic romance movies with plots, not⌠that. But you wanted to watch it, so he gave it a shot. All else fails, heâll fall asleep beside you until itâs over, and then get to pick something better once the credits roll.Â
Thatâs exactly what happened; him snoring beside you from sheer boredom. Unbeknownst to him, heâd fallen asleep before any of the action happened, so he was in for a literally rude awakening. An awakening you were itching for, to say the least. His head perked up, eyes adjusting to the light from the screen. As usual, he had to wake up from his power nap at the absolute worst moment.
âTheyâve been going this whole time, Mi Amor?â Alejandro groans, brows in their natural stateâfurrowed and focused.
Though it's unfortunate that he wasnât wrong. The scenes were one after the other, and they barely held weight with the plot. You expected him to be more grumbly about it, hell, even judgmental towards the male characterâs form or something. But he merely snickered, eyes turning to yours, âIâm nicer to you than that, que no?â He says while the female protagonist is being intimidated by her captor, unrealistically aroused while itâs happening. He was, managing to both satisfy you and keep you on your toes simultaneously.
Graves
Graves doesnât watch movies with you often, both because of his workload, and because he doesnât sit still long enough to do so. He spends most of his time standing behind the sofa, making snide comments towards something thatâs inaccurate in the film, or what a character shouldâve done. Tonight, he hadnât been seen at all, despite knowing you were watching something.
You expected it when you read the description of the movie, itâs sexual nature. You knew he would stroll into the living room at the absolute worst moment. Thatâs exactly what happened, and it made your eyes roll the second you heard the small chuckle from behind your head. âChrist, Sweetheart, you couldâve just asked.â Indeed, he had his arms folded across his chest, lips formed into a slight smirk when you turned your head. His smugness was like a parasiteâlatched and hard to get rid of.
Graves was surprisingly quiet in the moments following, watching the movie in a nonchalant stance. By the shake of his head, you could tell he was going to begin his routine of constant commentary, constant knit-picking. âShe supposed to be a captive, or somethinâ? Shouldâve gone that way instead. Now look at her.â A smug sneer returned when he sensed your embarrassment as he commented on the explicit scene playing out. It was entertaining for him, to say the leastâand it wouldn't be the last youâd hear of it, surely.
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