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could you please make having little!reader having both Matt and Chris as caregivers!
could it also have a colouring scene
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[🥤🩹] the perfect picture | matt & chris sturniolo one-shot
paring : cg!matt sturniolo x fem!little!reader x cg!chris sturniolo
summary : matt and chris are a bit worried about their little one, but she's just busy making the perfect picture!
warning/extra tid-bits : use of y/n, i think that's all!
word count : 722 + not proofread
divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (crayons doodles from @thecutestgrotto, AREN'T THEY ADORABLE??)
a/n : dishing these out like hot cakes!! (not proof read, i'm just a girl!)
Matt let out a content sigh, leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes. The house had been so calm and quiet today that he really felt-
Wait.
The house had been so calm and quiet.
The brunette boy stood up from his spot on the couch, quickly examining the living room and the kitchen for any sign of his little- only to find none. “Baby?” He called out, trying his best not to panic.
Matt waited a few moments for a reply before rushing upstairs to Chris’ room, his heart sinking when he only found his brother. “Dude! Ever heard of knocking?!” Chris said, annoyed.
“Where’s Y/n?” Matt asked seriously, his tone causing Chris’ eyebrows to furrow. “I thought she was with you!” The youngest triplet said, standing up off his bed. Matt shook his head, “No, I thought she was with you!” Matt argued back.
Both brothers stood silently for a few moments before taking off out of the youngest triplet’s room, opening up any door, checking behind or under any Y/n-sized hiding spot.
“Sweetheart?!” Chris called out, bounding down the stairs to check Matt’s room as the other caregiver checked behind the curtain of the bathtub.
Nick looked up, his neck aching slightly from how long he’d been helping you shade in the background of the picture you’d asked for Nick’s help coloring.
“Are they calling for you?” He asked, you blinked up at Nick before shrugging. “Don’ want them to see until ‘m done.” You murmured- words muffled through your pacifier.
Nick nodded, standing up and ruffling your hair before walking out his room, coming face to face with both his brothers.
“Is Y/n in there?” Chris asked, already reaching to open Nick’s door. “Is she?” Matt rushed his response. Nick stuck his arm in the way of Chris and Matt, blocking his younger brothers from opening his bedroom door.
“She is, we’re working on something to show you.” The eldest triplet explained, both caregivers breathed out sighs of relief- relieved to know their little was at least in the house.
“Wait, what?” Chris asked, processing his older brother's words. Matt nodded- equally as curious.
“Don’ tell them Nicky!” Y/n yelled out from inside the room, earning a soft chuckle from Nick. “Can’t tell you guys, sorry.” Nick said before slipping back into his room- ignoring the protests from Chris and Matt.
The two caregivers stood outside the door, thinking for a few moments.
“Should we be worried?” Chris asked, breaking the silence. Matt thought for a few moments before responding, “...Only mildly.”
Inside Nick’s room, the little was giggling away as she added details to each and every one of her doodles of her caregivers. “Nicky,” She called out, causing the eldest triplet to turn his head to face the little.
“Help.” She said, pointing to Chris’ figure. “Help with that?” Nick asked gently, examining the girl's crayon marks. “D’aw a hat, peas’.” She requested, making Nick smile brightly.
“Okay, let’s draw a hat.” He smiled, grabbing his pen from his nightstand and beginning on a baseball cap.
Soon, the perfect picture was complete- much to Nick and Y/n’s delightment. “Daddy! Papa!” Y/n called out, bounding down the stairs despite knowing it was against the rules to rush up and down the stairs.
Chris and Matt looked up from their phones, smiling brightly at the sight of their little. “What is it, sweetheart?” Matt asked, earning a soft giggle from the regressed girl.
“Look!” She smiled, proudly presenting the drawing to both her caregivers.
It was a crayon drawing with some details outlined in pen- thanks to Nick. The drawing showcased Chris, Matt, Nick and Y/n standing outside their Boston house, playing in the leaves. Chris adorned a red baseball cap with a gray hoodie, Matt was sporting a baggy sweater and an equally baggy pair of pants. It was clear Nick was wearing his famous black and red sweater, and it appeared Y/n was wearing a flowy maxi dress.
“Oh baby…” Chris smiled, overly proud of his girl. “Nicky helped! Bu’ I colored most’a it!” She excitedly told her caregivers- earning even more praise.Matt and Chris hugged their girl tightly, Nick joining in not long after. Each triplet was careful not to crush the perfect picture.
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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (xiii) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10 p11 p12
matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader
summary : halloweekend finds the pair in a tense party environment, putting their declaration of "just friends" to a test.
warnings : fluffy fun, very angsty at times, smutty at times (forgive me if it’s not up to par i haven’t wrote smut in a sec :/), alcohol and weed use mentioned, barely proof-read
mickey speaks : i have too much fun writing lucas and y/n scenes pls save me also i hope u enjoy and had a good halloween luv u all sm
THIS IS PART THIRTEEN, READ THE OTHERS FIRST PLEASE...
THE house is flooding. people are moving in and out constantly; stepping out for a smoke, or leaning over to let out strings of bile-filled saliva, or just leave the crowded event altogether. those who walk past the leaving groups are likely to step over a few drunk, costume-clad bodies (who have decided the floor looks "hella comfy" at that point in their night), and would be met with an undeniable heat radiating from every wall as the electric beats of the rhythm of the night headlines over every speaker.
by the time you arrive (with remi's hands wrapped tightly around your upper arm as if you were both entering a terrifying, haunted house rather than a boozy costume party) the party is at it's peak. a man in a hyper-realistic werewolf costume stood at the door to ask for your names and shamelessly flirt with the two of you before you were let into the large house.
you look to remi with excitement once you're fully engulfed in the home and your faces are both painted by the slow changing, colored lights. just as your mouth opens to speak, a smooth and familiar voice rings out a groan around you both, "good god!" lucas breaks between you two, hanging each of his large arms over the length of both you and remi's shoulders. "you two are lookin' fine as hell," he looks back and forth, eyeing you both with his toothy grin that glimmers extra with the decorative gem on his canine.
remi lets out a laugh, "thank you lucas," she sees the way he's leaning onto you and drawing circles on your shoulder making her smile, "but i will not be participating in any sister-wive shenanigans- so i'll see you," she slips from his hold and begins to walk backwards and silently mouths "i'll be in the kitchen" to you while motioning her hand as if she was drinking something which makes you laugh to yourself and exchange thumbs up's with each other.
lucas sends a flutter of his fingers to remi and when she turns around to navigate through the crowd, he's looking at you again- with your dolled up face and sheer-red glossed lips that he keeps staring at whenever you're speaking or rubbing them together. he hooks his arm to pull you closer as he leans down to speak into your ear through your hair, "how've you been, baby?"
your face gives away his obvious affect on you. you look down and then back up at him, bringing your hand up to play with his fingers on your hot skin, "i've been good. how about you?"
he brings his head close as he listens to you speak, nodding his head at a few people who assumingly recognize him.
"mmm," he unwraps his arm from you as he moves to lean his back against a wall with various faux spiderwebs and skulls stuck to it; still just as crowded by people on either side of him talking loudly or meeting each other's tongues. "love to hear that, you know 'm always feelin' good," he keeps ahold of your hand and smoothly spins you around to face him. he eyes your tight red corset and the way your ass sits in those tiny pink bloomer shorts and has to ask, "so.. what are you? some kind of fairy?"
his face looks so genuinely curious and attractive under the luxurious lighting that you can't help but smile, "i'm cupid! see?" you turn and lift your leg slightly to show off a small decorative bow and arrow attached by a lacy thigh garter.
"have you shot anyone yet?" he grins and his eyes, while puffy and red, remain focused on you.
it's been a while since you've seen lucas and even longer since you've felt the gentle intimacy from a guy you like, so you lean close and wrap your arms around his neck, lifting yourself up slightly to kiss his cheek, "just one."
lucas dramatically groans and leans his head back against the wall, "fuckin' hell," he bites at his bottom lip. when he finally brings himself to make eye contact with you again you're there, so close to him, with that pretty smile and those charming eyes. he jokingly shakes his head back and forth, "jesus." he starts to look around before calling out, "are there any nurses around here?! shit i'll take a sexy doctor at this point- my heart might just give out right now!"
you let out a cackle and look behind you at the few people who have overheard lucas' call for help before looking back to him and shushing him through his attractive laugh and calls of “help me”. he pulls you close enough for your faces to unintentionally meet to share an intoxicating giggle, before you take hold of his thick overall strap and hold his chin, feeling over his soft facial hair. you surprise him when you deliver a taste of you with a kiss to his lips, your voice gentle, "hey shhh ... i can take care of you."
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"what. the. fuck?!" matt says through a stifled laugh, waving through the smokey air to ensure he is seeing correctly.
chris stands with his hips tilted and cherry red lips pouted, dressed head to toe in a little red-riding-hood costume while he leans on a giggly andrea who's his self-proclaimed slutty big-bad-wolf counterpart. she’s got fluffy grey ears on top of her loosely curled hair and heavy dark eyeliner that brings out the hazel in her eyes. her tiny daisy duke shorts, furry boots, and sharp fake canines pull the rest of her costume together perfectly.
nathan's cackle rings as he comes from behind matt to greet his friends, "holy shit, that's too good, which one of you thought of this?!" he points a finger out from his grip on a slim beer bottle.
chris starts to laugh as andrea playfully replies, "who do you think?"
"just wait until nick sees you in this after you told him you wouldn't do drag with him..." matt tsks, still astonished by the sight of his brother in a tiny skirt.
chris twirls and plays with the ends of his frazzled wig as andrea begins to show them the photos she'd taken while they were getting ready. matt looks over to chris, "i really can't deal with how into this you are."
chris' face deadpans and he jokingly jumps at matt with a fist curled, making matt move backwards and almost knock nathan's drink out of his hand, "yeah, that's what i thought! i'll beat your ass!" he pitches his voice up to a hyper-feminine octave.
andrea lifts her hands up as she laughs, "woah? i thought this was a classy party?!"
matt sputters out his own chuckle at chris who is still playing up some sort of reality tv level fight, "oh my god hold me back!" he wraps andrea's arms around his torso while simultaneously throwing his arms in matt's direction, "hold me back babe, i'm about to kill this bitch!"
almost everyone around them has fallen weak from laughter when nick's exclaim cuts through over the loud music and hysterics, "is that christopher?! my brother?!" nick rushes down the stairs and chris immediately pushes through a crowd to go hug him.
"dude, chris is off one tonight! holy shit, i can't stop laughing," nathan wipes his eyes and rests his hand on matt's shoulder.
asha (who just so happened to get caught in chris' tight hug due to nick's hold on her hand) gives chris a soft pat on the back before ducking from between the two drunk idiots' hold and heading to greet her friends. "andrea! hi pretty lady!" the two squeeze each other tight before she moves to hug nate and matt.
"you all look so good! where's y/n?" she asks with a wide grin, the bright colors of her daphne costume enhancing the bronze of her skin in the low lighting.
"don't know." matt says with a shrug and a glance around the party atmosphere. he wish he knew. honestly, he wishes you were at his side, holding onto him right now.
his night out with elijah a few weeks back was only helpful for that night. sure, he had fun with the attention and heat of the moment sex that came with it- but he was left annoyed the next day when he woke up next to a girl incomparable to you. it was embarrassing and an emotionally drunk mistake; he's given himself enough shit for it, so he doesn't feel any need to ever expose that to you, if he's gifted with your openness again. if.
"she got ready at remi's, so i haven't seen her yet," andrea says before she's distracted by her boyfriend stood on a wooden table across the room, "chris! bájate (get off)! get down from there!" she yells in worry while quickly parting from the group.
"god, he’s wild." asha looks from chris dancing on the raised table to the two boys next to her, "well, i'm gonna go get a drink and hopefully find y/n while i'm gone," she spins to leave and surprisingly matt is right next to her, ready to follow suit.
"i'll come with you," he explains and asha pauses in question, "c'mon, just keep walkin'."
the two approach the vile display of a kitchen with cluttered liquors and mixers, sticky residue atop the counters and plenty of bodies using the space as their personal lounge. matt's got his head turning constantly (in hopes to at least spot you from afar and get the chance to admire), as he stands next to asha who's creating a beverage of sorts, "what're y'making?"
"literally have no clue, just puttin' a little malibu with hawaiian punch i'm sure it'll be fine-" she looks over to him, "what the hell are you doing?" she laughs while putting the cap back onto the tall bottle, "whipping your head around like crazy. do you have opps around here, matthew?"
matt rolls his eyes, "no," he sighs and goes to grab another beer from the fridge (after excusing himself to a couple leant against it). he twists the cap and takes a long sip.
"hey! you done with that yet?" a brash and irritating voice yells into the air, causing matt and asha to look over to see the guy with a poorly made vampire costume and his grimy finger pointed at her, "yeah, you!"
"excuse me?! who the fuck are you talking to?" asha immediately defends while gesturing to the bottle dismissively, "yeah i'm done with it you asshole, take it."
though he stays silent, matt's face displays disgust which makes the man just as mad, "the fuck is wrong with your face, cowboy? can't even defend your girl but you wanna have that dumbass look on your face."
matt laughs, the last thing he expected was to be ridiculed and pestered tonight, "can you chill the fuck out? there was no issue until your greedy ass came in here and started cussin' at girls and callin' me a cowboy when i'm clearly indiana jones."
asha tilts her hand as if to say, clearly? well that's debatable, which makes matt kiss his teeth. she ignores him and flashes a smile, mouthing, "okay, let's go" but the guy can't help but rebuttal and continue to shout profanities while the pair head out of the kitchen. so it's only right that matt turn his head to the guy and yell out, "go find some happiness and peace you drunk fuck, no one wants you here!" before he snickers to himself and gulps down more of his beer, wiping his dripping mouth with his exposed forearm.
matt and asha swiftly move through the crowd while laughing and sipping at their drinks until they find a spot big enough for both of them on the makeshift dancefloor. "hey, that drink better be worth literally fighting for." matt yells over the music and points at the solo cup in her hand.
"eh," she shrugs and begins to sway herself with the hypnotic dance-pop music playing loudly. she connects large dips of her hips with movement in her arms and lipsyncing that helps to loosen matt up enough to find some enjoyment in the small buzz of alcohol and pounding musical vibrations. though his playful mood dies when asha almost chokes on her drink (out of excitement) as she taps at matt's shoulder a few quick times. "oh my god! i found y/n! and ... is that ... lucas?" she squints her eyes.
matt doesn't mean to but his entire body reverses to get a view. only it's worse than he could ever imagine in his own creative mind. it's the harsh breaths you're taking and the way your bodies move as one and how he's hugging onto you under these turquoise and orange lights, it feels like matt has just been kicked down onto his knees and beaten over the head bloody. the heat of the people around him who keep bumping into him as he stands and watches you perform, is dizzying. there's constant movement in both time and the crowd, yet matt feels stuck. but that's strictly internal, matt's external remains dangerously calm. calm enough that asha doesn't notice any change, not even the roughness in his throat when he replies to her comment of "i didn't even know they were a thing" with a hushed, "me neither..."
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"wow you look fucking terrible, matt" nick stares with wide eyes, "asha, babe, how did you leave my brother alone for like thirty minutes and he's got the face of death the next time we see him?!" he laughs at his brother slumped in a lonesome outdoor chair.
"s’not on me! i promise he was fine when i left him!" she drunkenly expresses.
matt leans his head to the side, "yeah, make fun of me all you want. i'm not the idiot in a fuckin' blonde wig."
nick dramatically caresses his short, slightly off-centered, wig, "not too much! i am fred fucking jones!” making asha giggle uncontrollably as he adds, “where is the respect for icons around here?!”
matt's finding it difficult to enjoy any part of his night now that he has the sight of lucas practically fucking you in his friend's living room imprinted in his skull. he wishes you could have seen him there, watching. he hopes that your stomach would've dropped and you'd ask him to forgive you as he walked away. he hopes that maybe lucas was bothering you and matt just missed the part where you slapped him and told him to leave you alone. that wasn't his fucking sunny. sunny has more respect for herself. he knows sunshine when he sees it; and sunshine is better than matt. from what he saw, tonight you're just like him. how could you? do you truly see matt as a fucking friend? has all of his bickering about not getting with his friends fallen on deaf ears? or do you just not care enough?
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"so you're the only minion? what are your friends dressed as then?" you ask in reference to his costume as lucas feeds you a potato chip from the large bowl he stole from a dining table.
he has a smile as he looks up at you, sat on top of his lap, "yeah, you could say i went rogue, i guess. i got fired for bein' high on the job." you laugh and he brings another chips to your mouth, "all my boys are dressed like m&ms or batman and shit." lucas is caught by surprise when he sees matt approach the couch. "matt! what's up, man. i haven't seen you in a minute, here sit down." he moves the bowl from the cushion next to him, tapping the seat to invite him closer.
you quietly take a sip from the cold mixed drink in your hand and play with the lacy ruffles on your tiny shorts. you wonder if he’ll actually sit down, just to fuck with you. you truly never know what to expect from matt, you two haven't even been alone together since he'd given you an impromptu tattoo on your back. you know he’s likely come over to degrade you over enjoying any time without him. you don’t think he should be bothered with what you do with anyone else at this point.
he speaks up with a shake of his head and downturned lips, "nah i'm cool. y/n, can i talk to you?" his voice has a deep rasp that forces his east coast roots to sprinkle into his dialect.
"hm?" you finally look over to him. while your eyelids sparkle with loose glitter, his eyelids are heavy and his eyebrows, a confusing kind of angry. his lips are upset with you and his jaw is achingly pissed. your lips are still so soft and plump; matt would hate to think they've been kissed by the man underneath you.
"can we go talk?"
"what's going on? is it about one of our friends?" you're playing clueless in hopes that he'll let you finish enjoying your time not thinking about him tonight. for one fucking night.
he repeats your words in a breathy mock, "what's going on? y/n, please don't do this bullshit with me right now."
"alright no need for all that," lucas breathes out, his eyebrows pinched together.
a smile plays on matt’s face at the audacity of him to speak up as the literal other man here, "lucas, shut the fuck up. this has nothing to do with you, i'm just tryna' talk to my friend right now before i leave this dumbass party."
"wh-?!" lucas' voice gains it's own, contrasting, roughness.
“matt?!” you scold and immediately stand up, turning to lucas with an exhaustive sigh, "just give me a sec, okay?" you squeeze his hand before turning to matt, "come on."
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"this is fucking ridiculous,” he huffs.
"matt, slow down. please," you try to keep up with him physically through the crowd, and emotionally through his words.
he's mostly talking to himself with the way he speaks under his breath, "what the fuck were you thinkin'?"
"i can't hear, what are you saying?" you genuinely ask and try to move closer from behind him, only you accidentally move too harsh and swift, tripping yourself in the process.
he's quick to grab hold of your torso and lift you upright, "be careful, y/n."
"yeah, m’trying, matt." you readjust yourself upright and he takes his warm hands away from your body, reluctantly grabbing your hand instead to pull you the rest of the way through.
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you can finally see him. now that you’re both stood in the first bedroom matt could find upstairs, you're finally able to see him under the controlled, yellowed light of the private room.
you're in the middle of the unfamiliar room, watching him with his back towards you as he shuts the door. he lets out a deep breath as he looks over to you. it's too bad he can't cherish you when you're so damn cute in your tight costume and angel wings.
you curiously admire his appearance as well; he's clad in brown textured pants with a belt and rope connected while his toned chest and arms display his collection of tattoos under the brown vest. his face is attractively looking to you with fake bruises on his cheekbones and corner of his lip. the hat and satchel he wears would normally make you smile and giggle out of appreciation for his commitment to the character, but he's looking at you with such trouble you're feeling the drunken buzz you once had begin to fade.
"hey," your voice is small.
"y/n, what the fuck is going on?" his voice is immediately bitter.
you breathe out a laugh through your nose dismissively, "wow, okay. i'm not doing this right now..." you start to walk around him and towards the door.
"what? don't leave?!" he follows you and you stop.
you look over your shoulder at him, "matt, i'm not letting you yell at me and make me feel bad for enjoying my night out."
"no, i-" he sighs through his nose and comes close as he lowers his voice, "i'm trying to look after you," he gently wraps his arms over your shoulders, connecting his hand with his wrist.
"you're not... you're actually just being selfish, matt." you stand your ground.
"lucas isn't good for you, y/n, i've told you this," he reminds you with his face buried into the space where your shoulder and neck meet.
you groan, "i don't think you understand how fucking frustrating you sound!" you remove his arms and turn yourself around to look into his eyes, because maybe it will help him (and yourself) believe your words, "you wanna talk matt? let's talk. how about this: you and i were never and will never be together."
matt's tongue runs over his teeth and his stomach slightly aches the thought but he takes it on the chin, playing up his cocky personality you unfortunately have grown to favor. he smiles in your face, "i bet that felt good, huh?"
"better than you'd think." you think he can't tell but your eyes are the slightest bit glossier as you speak.
"mm," he nods his head, "right … so now what? you found another sleazed-out pothead to give you dick every now and then? you replacin' me?" he condescendingly laughs at you.
"'m not fucking him, matt. you're being childish." your eyes pinch in animosity.
matt notices your hand remaining on the doorknob, "you're not gonna leave yet though? we still need to talk.."
"about what?" you cross your arms.
matt shrugs with pouted lips, "i mean, i don't know. whatever friends talk about. i haven't seen your pretty ass all night- don't want my impact to be us fussin' at each other."
"you've made a big enough impact already don't you worry." you sarcastically roll your eyes and move to go stretch out on the soft bed, “but fine we can talk, as long as you go get a few drinks for us to share.”
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"you can’t be serious!" he exclaims with a laugh.
"no! m' dead serious-” you adjust yourself to sit up tall on your knees, the bed dipping below you and your strawberry wine cooler in hand, “and you know me, i’m just stood there trying to fight off actual tears while this woman nitpicks my entire cake design in front of a crowd of customers, matt.” you widen your hands to exaggerate your drunken spiel, “a crowd!”
matt continues to laugh at you through his mouthful of slightly bitter beer, he swallows before tugging your arm so that you’re sat once more, “c’mere.”
after you asked that he bring drinks up to you if he expected you to stay and talk with him, matt almost immediately went to the kitchen. he left you to sit alone in the space with your thoughts, which only made you crave a drink strong enough to make you stop thinking of all the bad. you wondered what lucas was doing but that began to make you fell terrible; you sent him a text apologizing for matt’s behavior and telling him you were going home for the night but you’d enjoyed your time with him. he was kind and cool about it which you appreciated.
you accidentally topple into his chest him when you’re pulled down, but matt easily adjusts himself to hold you as if it was a perfect accident. you blink slowly as you look at him and his teeth that show only slightly with his smile.
he can’t help but move his free hand further along your body, he hasn’t held you like this in what feels like forever. “i missed you,” he admits and palms your thigh soothingly.
you just stare at him. you want to believe him so badly but even your intoxicated brain can replay andrea’s words from two nights ago through your head: “and chris told me that … matt’s been sleeping around with a few different girls over the past month and a half …”
it pains you to remember the initial shock you felt, so you take your final sip of your drink and move from his lap, taking his drink he was currently sipping from him and placing both cans on a small table in the room.
“what is it?” matt questions with his costume-clad body stretched over the length of the bed and his head propped up by his hand when you come back over to the bed.
“i know you don’t miss me, matt,” you try to sound as put together as possible, sitting yourself cross-legged and in front of him. you take off his hat to let his hair fall out and into its place, kissing at his temples.
you place the hat behind you as matt leans closer to you, placing a hand on your knee, “you don’t know anything if you think i’m lyin’…” he looks up into your droopy yet seductive eyes.
you smirk at his confidence before you lie down parallel to him, “be honest, i can handle it.” you pry. you wonder if he’d actually tell you, especially when he so obviously wants to get in your pants.
“you want honesty? hmmm…” he reaches for your hand, playing with your smooth and manicured nails, “honestly… i was pissed when i saw you with lucas earlier, i don’t think you should give him your time.” his expression is a bit serious like he truly had kept those words in his drunken mind all night. you don’t give any change in your face, tired of reiterating that you don’t care what matt has to say about your love life anymore. “and well, honestly…” he licks over his bottom lip, “you look cute as fuck as cupid tonight.”
you reluctantly smile, “wow all of that and your nose never grew.”
“i’m an honest man. your turn,” you continues to play with your hand.
“honestly… i think the indiana jones look is doing you favors.” you giggle when he displays a look of shock by your compliment, “don’t act so surprised! ‘m more shocked we haven’t kissed each other yet.” you comment.
matt blinks a few times finding the space between you two has become warmer, “pretty sure kissing is considered a friendly interaction in france,” he pulls you closer before leaning over to hold your face in his palm.
“you made that up,” you giggle and look from his intoxicating blue eyes to his pink lips.
his own laugh slips through his smooth delivery, “yeah i did but-”
you tangle your fingers through his deep brown hair as you pull his face to connect with yours, suddenly too overwhelmed with desire to let matt finish his sentence.
he lets the control stay in your hands, with his weight on top of yours and his tongue only peeking out once your lips wrap around it.
it’s hot and spit heavy collision, with both of you endlessly sucking and holding the other’s lips captive. you’re so clouded that you can’t be bothered to complain that your decorative wings are uncomfortable and poking into you.
matt’s hands reach into the bloomers you wear and pull them down slightly to grip the skin of your full hips and feel the fabric of your tiny pair of underwear. your hands continue to scratch at his scalp and hold his cheeks (at times moving to hold his neck and give tiny pulsing squeezes).
your mind is one tracked and eventually you’re fed up with waiting for matt to push past your underwear and give you what you need. you take it upon yourself to move your hand from his chiseled cheek to the space between you two, trailing down and into your shorts.
matt initially thinks you’ve gone to move into his pants but is pleasantly surprised to pull back and see you using your fingers on yourself. he hums against your ear, “mmm you’re so fucking sexy when you’re touching yourself, sun’.”
you mewl out a soft moan at his words as he lays wet kisses from your ear to your neck, where he licks and nips lightly. you move your fingers from your clit to dip into you, whining out towards the ceiling as you work them.
matt purposely places his crotch against your spread thigh to give you insight into his cravings. what he doesn’t expect is you to tell him, “fuck yourself matt- do it against my thigh,” through several breathy moans. he moves to kiss your lips and flick his tongue against your own again. when he pulls away you whisper, “please? i wanna watch you, matt.”
he punches his eyes closed and you bring your hand from your shorts up to his mouth, smearing your index and middle fingers across his lips until he opens his mouth and sucks your fingers thoroughly, attempting to give out a moan with his mouth full.
his teeth slightly graze your fingers as you pull them from him, your soft voice meeting his ears while his eyes stare admirably, “you got me all wet,” you show your damp fingers before you move them back to play with your sensitive clit.
matt’s head tilts downwards to watch you move your hand beyond the fabric, taking it upon himself to pull your pink bloomers off of you.
he watches your fingers working eagerly under your lace underwear as he unbuckles his belt as quickly as he can. he glances up at your face, with your mouth hung in an open “o” shape and your hair slightly disheveled, and can’t help but pause his undressing to kiss your cheeks harshly, making his way to your mouth for needy and rushed kisses. you remove your hand from your pleasure to finish unzipping matt’s pants and messily pushing his boxers down far enough to free his dick.
matt lets out a relieved groan at the feeling, removing his lips from you to spit on his hand and immediately wrap it around himself to release the tense pressure. matt holds onto you as he moves himself against the fullest part of your inner thigh, so close to your heat that his stomach recoils just thinking about being inside you.
his moans are just as whiney as yours when you begin to hurriedly hump into your own hand. matt’s face is smushed into the side of your face with heavy breaths and body heat adding to the tumultuous pressure in your core. “matt,” you breathe against him, “i can’t hold-”
he brings his hand to your neck, shushing you, “yeah? s’okay…”
you allow his encouragement and strained voice to aid you as you finish with shaking legs and a string of sharp moans into matt’s ear. you attempt to close your legs but matt forces them to remain wide as he adjusts his dick to lie against your soaked panties before rutting his hips pathetically against the covered area.
you whimper at the feeling and your legs jerk softly whenever his head bumps at your tired clit. you wrap your arms around matt’s neck to keep his body close to yours whispering in his ear how sensitive you are and that he needs to be gentle with you to make him moan into your mouth and promise he’ll try.
your tongue plays in his mouth as matt reaches his peak, groaning (embarrassingly loud for someone who did nothing more than jerk himself against you) and continuing his strokes as he cums on your covered cunt.
he removes himself from on top of you after a few breaths, immediately taking off your filthy underwear and exchanging them for your tiny bloomer shorts for you.
you allow him to care for you as you stare at the ceiling, your body’s sweat becoming apparent as you begin to mentally process the fact that you just participated in the one action you promised yourself (and andrea) you would not commit again. you feel weak and embarrassed where you’d normally feel bubbly and excited to get to spend time with matt after having sex.
you want to cry but you also want to yell. you want to tell matt that you wished he cared about you. you wish he would have called you again instead of taking random girls to bed. you wish he would look up from his fucking phone right now and see you pouting and saddened by what’s happened to the two of you.
you get up from your spot on the bed and walk across the room to grab one of the small pink whitney shooters lying on the dresser. as you twist the cap off you wish you were at home, with your kitten and your warm bed. matt watches you throw the shot back, coating your tongue with a sting and leaving your throat warm.
he slowly makes his way to you as you go to open the second shooter. he wraps his arms around your waist, “do you believe i missed you now?” he leans down to ask into the air next to your face.
you breathe out before taking the second shot silently, pinching your face at the awful taste.
“sunny?”
silence.
you finally turn to look at him, your eyes carry such misery that matt’s face changes from one of contentment to one of complete worry. “what’s going on?”
your mouth is downturned and your brain is foggy, “this is ruining me, matt. you’re not good for me.”
matt’s completely offended, “i’m sorry? did i just spend the last hour and a half with someone else?! what are you talking about?”
you look down at the red wood of the dresser you lean on for balance, “this all was a mistake, i can’t believe i let this happen again …”
matt can’t help but let out a laugh in disbelief, “what the fuck is happening?!” he’s concerned at this point.
“i can’t- like, explain. i’m just-” you’re the worst type of drunk at this point; you’re being a confrontational drunk yet you're too fucked up to make any sense out of what you’re trying to say.
matt rubs his head and grabs the final seltzer from next to you, “y/n,” you can hear the snap of the tab as he opens it, “should i take you to ‘drea?”
you crouch slightly and bury your head in your crossed arms, no longer fighting any tears that escape.
“baby, why are you cryin’? come here, hug me.” he taps your sides to get you to stand and let him hold onto you.
you reluctantly wrap your arms around his middle and allow him to caress your head. “i just don’t think we should do this,” you get out through a small sob.
“hey, i’m gonna get you home and then we’ll talk in the morning, okay?”
after a few moments and calmed breaths you just shake your head and remove yourself from him, letting his arms trail off of you as you walk away and grab your shoes off of the floor.
you stumble over to the bed to put the small kitten heels back on. matt watches you with his eyes and puts the slim can down before he moves close to you and squats down to be level with your feet, “are you sure you wanna put these back on?”
“i don’t need your help,” you mumble and push his hands away from your shoe.
“sunny.”
“matt, you can go!” you finally let out your frustration through yelling.
“sshhh, stop fighting me, y/n!”
you throw the shoe against the floor harder than you intend, “no! don’t tell me what to do. don’t try to treat me all fucking special i know those other girls might get jealous.”
“here we fucking go,” he sighs, “there’s literally no one else, y/n! i haven’t even talked to other chicks tonight, you’re the one who was all over someone else and i’m over that shit! we’re cool and we’re friends so there’s no fucking reason for you to be mad.”
your mouth is flat and your eyes squinted as you look down at him, “i’m talking about the ones you’ve been seeing over the past few months!”
“why’re you sayin’ shit that’s not even true?!” he’s stands upright, “i can’t deal with this shit.”
“i know it’s true!” your lips pout as you fight off crying again.
“no you don’t, because it’s not!” he walks away and begins to slip on his own boots.
“yes i do! chris told me you fucking idiot!” you point at him, letting tears pour once more. your face is crumpled and your eyes welled with salt.
matt shakes his head silently as he finishes lacing up his boots.
you wipe your eyes and slide your second shoe back on before frustratingly removing the bracelet he’d bought you only a little over a month ago for your birthday. you stand up and grab your broken lopsided angel wings from the bed, walking back over to him.
“you done?” he asks roughly.
“yeah. stay out of my life,” you coldly push the bracelet into his chest and move towards the door.
“don’t worry about it, sweetheart. don’t think we’ll need to be friends anymore!” he yells as the door slams. he looks down at the bracelet and runs his thumb over the inscribed frank ocean lyrics, then glances around at the poor shape of cameron’s guest bedroom.
“fuck!” he shouts into the air above him.
* bonus a/n: i know a party + hookup + fight sesh hates to see them coming😭😭😭. no but in all seriousness i can see the toxicity here, pls this is not normal and i know that! BUT their feelings are very complex towards each other and the idea of being loved which causes shit like this to happen to them. by the end of this story they will not be this toxic i promise growth to come lol!!!!
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Just how much power did Marcy have over her friends pre-Amphibia? When they throw the kpop puppy party at school, the principal assumes "those two" pushed Anne into it, and Anne kind of admits it. When Anne is about to sacrifice herself, she says "all my life I've followed you two". During her one and only S1 appearance, she's seen maliciously nodding alongside Sasha when Anne steals the box, and with Marcy asking to meet up on Anne's birthday, while Sasha is the one to carry out the order, the implication is that they're almost like... working together. I know she was supposed to be "meaner" when they were working on S1, and I think they changed her personality because Haley Tju made her too adorable(? and maybe also because Matt thought the whole show would fall apart if people didn't like Marcy (considering what a huge impact she has on everything that happens, I'd say he was right). But Anne's line in THT and the flashback in All In implies she wasn't nearly as much as a doormat as it may seem sometimes, at least not as much as Anne.
Or maybe she was? Because you also see her in this place of submission when it comes to Sasha (and also Anne?), especially in BOTB, when she's happy to switch from Anne's song to Sasha's without even hearing the first, only stopping to consider Anne's approval. That scene struck me as her always happy to go along with her friends' wishes and never having much of an opinion of her own. That's why she was so desperate for them to get along during The Dinner, and why she never took a side when Anne told her she and Sasha had a fight. She closest thing to defying Sasha that we ever see her do is when she's working alongside like 10 other people to protect Newtopia from the Toad Army, and she says they had to "defeat Sasha and Grime" specifically, which I think makes sense considering they're attacking the city she's supposed to protect (she's IS a high-ranking member of its military forces AND a close advisor to its king), and not wanting to "defeat Sasha" would rock the boat with everyone else involved, Anne included. Yet we never really see her angry at Sasha for what she's doing, she just wants her and Anne to "work things out". I think it's clear that Marcy struggles with empathy, because if she put herself in Anne's shoes, she wouldn't expect her to "just work things out" with Sasha. In fact, she would have taken Anne's side agessssss ago, but she's way too focused on herself (her goal is for everyone to be happy forever and get along, while Anne and Sasha may want something else). Marcy being self-centered isn't a hot take, and I don't think she's any more self-centered than Anne was during most of S1. In fact, I'd argue Anne was even worse lol. The difference is that Anne made a million relatively small mistakes while Marcy made like two or three very big, very bad mistakes (bringing them to Amphibia, striking a deal with Andrias behind their backs, and not taking a side in Anne and Sasha's fight, which is something I never see people bring up as one of Marcy's most flawed moments).
So... going back to the question I made in the beginning... did Marcy just go along with Sasha's plans so enthusiastically when compared to Anne, who had more doubts and had to be pressured into them, that it made it look like she and Sasha were more in cahoots than they actually were? I think this is very likely. I also think it's likely that she and Sasha genuinely shared a liking for rule breaking back in LA, and her own self-centered-ness prevented her from realizing Anne wasn't comfortable with it. Maybe she never even considered if she liked to go along with Sasha's plans, like, Marcy strikes me as someone who doesn't look inwards much. I think we can rule out both Sasha and Marcy being equally controlling and possesive of Anne, because her relationship with Sasha was very much not one of equals, with Anne as a third wheel. Was she more of a third wheel? We know Anne and Sasha don't share most of her interests and will often ignore her and her needs, and we know she feels like losing them is becoming dangerously easy. We also know Sasha has no qualms taking Anne on some kind of birthday date without Marcy which I'm 75% convinced it's because she had a huge crush on Anne but I digress which, from a doylian perspective, is explained by the fact that they seemingly didn't want to show Marcy too early, but from a watsonian perspective, it just comes across as Sasha not priorizing Anne spending her birthday with both her best friends. Like, you can do with or without Marcy. She doesn't seem to remember Marcy until she texted her, actually.
But then you have lines from Anne about how "if you friend wants to you steal something, you do it, because if you don't, they may not want to be your friend anymore", which, oh boy, if she at least perceived Marcy as pressuring her into stealing the box (rather than it being 100% Sasha's idea) that would shed a whole new light on her relationship with Marcy, because it would seem like she, too, feels like their friendship could fall apart if she didn't go along with the other two's plans. And I do think Marcy at least somewhat participated in pushing Anne into it. It wouldn't be the first time she made Anne do something bad - she told her to lie to Valeriana about stealing the box, something Anne later appeared to be ashamed of, and she insisted of going along with the puppy party when Anne was having doubts. I imagine Sasha (who also pressured Anne into doing very much not so "lawful good" things, in more extreme ways than Marcy) might have come up with the idea of stealing it, and Marcy just supported it. Marcy taking Sasha's side. Possibly over and over again. We know Sasha didn't exactly manipulate her because she didn't have to: Marcy just always did everything she said. Anne was the one who needed a bit more convincing.
Marcy's relationship with Anne and Sasha is fascinating. She's definitely the most morally gray of the trio, and possibly the most complex one too, in the sense that she's full of realistic contradictions - an adorkable manipulator, an amoral softie, a self-centered sweetheart who loves her friends more than life itself, a possesive kidnapper with a heart of gold, a very selfish and self-sacrificial person... and it's never just a mask or anything, she's not just pretending to be nice, she really is that way, she really is all of that together. I think that's why people struggle to read her a lot of the times, because so much about her characterization seems conflicting with itself... but I think that's the key to making characters deep and realistic. In real life, we're all walking contradictions and we don't really make sense. Marcy's character doesn't seem clumsily put together to me, like they frankeinsteined all the different character traits she needed to make the plot work without any cohesion between them. I think she's a complex tapestry that sometimes requires a closer inspection to decypher it, and I think the glue holding everything together is her lack of intrapersonal intelligence, her inability to look inwards and notice her own contradictions.
We know she felt unloved by her friends yet desperately clung to them with everything she had, going to extreme measures to ensure they all stayed together, even when it hurt them. We know she's capable of manipulation, scheming and lying to the people that love her most in order to guarantee that goal. We know she's possesive with them, but she also loves them enough to let them go in the rare cases when she realizes she's hurting them (as seen in A Day in the Aquarium). From her journal, we also know she feels very ashamed of these possesive impulses. We know she'll neglect to form her own opinions and ideas to agree always with her friends' wishes, which means she feels completely lost when they want different things. But this also shows that she would never think of an idea of hers as being explicitly opposed to what her friends want. She wouldn't consciously do something that they wouldn't like. Which is insane, because, who would want to be separated from their family and thrown into a different world without any sort of notice? Which leads us to understand that Marcy has zero emotional intelligence and has never looked inwards in her LIFE, AND that her empathy skills are in negative digits because it would have taken her a nanosecond of thought to realize Anne and Sasha probably wouldn't like to be kidnapped. And since we know she never wants to do something they dislike, she must have just... not thought about it at all. No thoughts head empty. It really was just BLANK up there when she made that decision. I think Marcy is a very "true neutral" character who struggles with empathy and humility, who loves her friends but doesn't have the emotional intelligence to really understand them, and who is happy and enthusiastic to be Sasha 2 Electric Boogaloo because... that's what she knows. That's how her friend group works and her goal was never to have a deeper and more genuine connection to them, but to keep it close to her.
So... my conclussion is that, pre-amphibia, Marcy was Sasha's very enthusiastic (but emotionally neglected) right hand man, with Anne as their oblivious victim. It really IS complex because you have to then add Anne always looking out for her, losing sleep over her, yet also ignoring her needs, and Sasha not even bothering to hide how much she doesn't care about Marcy's feelings (which reflects on Marcy not consciously caring about her own feelings). There's also Marcy always assuming the best from them too, despite repeated evidence of their disinterest, and her fear of displeasing them looming over her constantly. Ik I said Anne was Sasha and Marcy's victim, but I meant that like... symbolically, because Anne is not innocent here either. She wasn't a great friend to Marcy before Amphibia. Here's why I always say Anne couldn't develop a deeper, more genuine and open connection with Marcy because of Sasha's oppressive presence and her own lack of emotional maturity. And Marcy couldn't develop a deeper, more genuine and open connection with Anne because of her own lack of empathy and reluctance to face any kind of conflict. So Marcy is Sasha's enthusiastic but emotionall neglected right hand man, who also feels subordinate to Anne despite Anne feeling subordinate to her. That's why they both feel like third wheels at different times. There's an illusion of Marcy with more agency and power than she actually has. In reality, only Sasha is on top, and the other two are two very flawed individuals, one slowly cracking under the weight and the other, less sensitive to the same pressure, trying to uphold the status quo.
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False allegations C.S
I decided to join NNN cause angst and fluff fics don’t get enough love over here. this is my first fic so please dont judge how bad it is. (also english isn’t my first language so please excuse the grammar mistakes 👍🏻)
warnings:ED, breakup,mentions of smoking and alcohol addiction,crying,heartbreak
summary:chris gets sent a video of y/n cheating on him. what happens when he leaves without asking for an explanation?
Y/N’s POV:
I’ve struggled in relationships for years. I’ve never met a guy who treated me right. always cheated on,no guy has truly been loyal to me. i always turned to drinking and smoking as a salvation to my horrible love life and I’ve accepted that I’ll never find true love. that was until i met Chris.
me and chris have been dating for 2 years. our anniversary is in one week from now and i couldn’t be happier. we met through mutual friends and we started dating a month after we met. we’re always together wherever he goes i go too. we even moved together which was shocking for everyone since he’s so attached to his brothers. he cooks me breakfast almost everyday helps me clean the house buys me flowers every week and always shows me off in front of everyone and i could not be happier.
everything was going fine until this morning i woke up and chris was nowhere to be found.
that was strange because he never leaves the house without a text or note saying where he is and why he’s gone. i call matt to ask him but the number goes straight to voicemail. that’s strange??? i call nick next and it says that the number has been changed. what the hell is going on????
i get up from bed to notice that half of chris’s wardrobe is missing. where the fuck did this idiot go?? i walk in the kitchen to find breakfast made and alot of things gone from our house.
i decide to eat breakfast then drive to matt and nick’s house to see what happened. i brush my teeth do skincare sit down eat and head out the door to their house.
i pull up and ring their doorbell. nick opens and his face is disgusted the second he sees me. i’m confused by his expression but still go to hug him “hey-“ he steps back. “leave right now i dont even know how you have the audacity to show up considering what you did.” i stare at him in confusion. “what are you talking about nick. where is chris why are all of your phones turned off??” he rolls his eyes and gets his phone out of his pocket. “lemme show you something that will refresh your memory”
he starts showing me a video of the club i was at and 2 people all over each other. i notice that the girl looks similar to me and stare blankly. “nick what is this?” he looks at me with wide eyes “i should be asking you that y/n. yeah we know you cheated on chris at your cousins birthday party with some random guy. how dare you do that right before your guys’s 2 year anniversary??? get out of my porch and never show up again.”
he slams the door in my face and i start tearing up. i get in the car before anyone sees me and drive home. i didn’t do it that wasn’t even the club we were at why wouldn’t they listen to me i would never cheat on chris i love him to death. fuck this hurts.
after getting home i fall into my bed and cry for hours. i don’t do anything besides crying staring at my ceiling and sleeping for days. after a couple of days i decide to call the one person that’s closest to the triplets other than me. madi.
i call madi and she picks up after 5 rings. “madi please listen to me i didn’t cheat on chris i have proof but nick wouldn’t listen to me.” i start talking before madi starts speaking “y/n how dare you do that i can’t believe you’d cheat on chris after everything he’s sacrificed for you.”
“madi listen to me. i didn’t cheat on chris i have texts and my cousins can prove that i didn’t cheat. i’m literally sending you the proof right now please listen to me i’ve been crying for hours i can’t lose chris he’s the only important person i have left everyone hurt me.”
madi sighs before she opens everything i sent her. pics videos texts everything from that night.
“i believe you. i’m so sorry for turning against you and not believing in you. the triplets are back in boston so we can’t even talk to them.” i break down even more. he’ll be gone for a month and i won’t even be able to talk to him. “oh.” is all i say before i say bye and hang up the phone. i hug my pillow and sob even louder than before.
i lost him. i lost the only person worth waking up for. the only guy who made love worth it and not something insufferable. the only guy who went out his way to show me how much i mean to him and how much i’m worth fighting for. i continue crying until i fall asleep because of how tired i am.
2 weeks later…..
i wake up to loud noise in my room. i open my eyes to see my cousin next to me. “y/n you have to get out of this depression episode and try to move on. why fight for a guy who didn’t even hear you out and moved out without explanation??? he obviously isn’t worth it.”
“andrea you don’t understand. he was the only thing keeping me alive. he was my reason to go. the only reason i was laughing and happy was because i had him in my life. he saved me in ways no one ever did or will. i can’t live without him these last 2 weeks have been literal hell. no one besides you and madi believe me.” i break down again and bury my face in my hands. andrea hugs me tight and holds me until i calm down a little bit.
to say my house has been a mess would be an understatement. trash everywhere. smoked out cigs on the floor wine bottles everywhere. i shouldn’t be this much of a mess but i cant try to get on my feet even when i try. chris took me out of this exact place just to bring me back again.
andrea grabs my arms and lifts me off the bed. “get up we’re cleaning the house and going out for a cousin’s day out. i can’t stand seeing you like this.” i didn’t have a choice so i got up and showered and put on new clothes. i cleaned the house with tears in my eyes i can’t stand not having him here this house is nothing without him. we go out and i smile for the first time in weeks. everything is a little bit better but i still can’t believe he’s gone.
i get back before i notice madi sent me a picture. i pick up the phone and right when i pick it up i drop it the floor. chris hugging another girl. i stare blankly at the ground as tears start streaming down my face.
he moved on that fast without even listening to my side??? 2 weeks ago he was telling me i was the love of his life and now he has a different girl in his arms. i slam my phone down and curl up and cry to sleep.
chris’s pov when he found out:
i wake up to see jade had sent me a video. me and jade used to be in a friends with benefits situation before we realized we weren’t meant for each other. she still tried flirting with me but i kept shutting her out and focusing on my lovely gf and hopefully soon to be wife. i love this girl more than life i wouldn’t imagine my future without her and my brothers there.
i check my phone and to my horror it was a video of y/n making out and grinding on a random guy. at her cousin’s birthday party too. the party where she was texting me non stop. i drop my phone and turn to her side to see her innocently sleeping. how could she do this to me??? after everything we went through together she cheats on me??
i pack my stuff and my belongings that mattered most and head out the door. matt is already here waiting for me. before leaving i make her food because no matter what she does i knew how important eating was because of how much she struggled with eating before we met. i leave the house and go over to my brother’s house.
we get on a flight the next day and plan to stay in boston for a month. y/n showed up yesterday but nick kicked her out. when i heard her voice i broke down. i faced my worst fears did things out of my comfort zone for her to throw it down the drain??? and to think she loved me haha very funny chris which girl ever loved you for y/n to ever love you.
2 weeks later….
me nick and matt have been in boston for 2 weeks and these two weeks have been the hardest time of my life. waking up every day wondering why y/n isn’t by my side or with me. she has tried to reach out to everyone but no one answered her. she even tried to get madi involved to help her out but it didn’t work. i don’t think i could ever forgive her after this. my heart is completely shattered and my trust in anyone is gone. matt and nick have tried to get me to leave the house but have failed since i’ve been a crying mess 24/7.
one night i wake up to jade calling me. i pick my phone up “what do you want i’m trynna sleep.” “chris listen i have something to tell you but please dont kill me. it’s about y/n.” i rise off the bed. no matter how much i couldnt stand seeing her i’m still worried. my heart still worries for her no matter what id rather go to hell and back than have someone/something hurt her.
“what is it.” “remember that video i sent of you of y/n making out and grinding with a random gu-“
“get to the fucking point jade” i start to get irritated now. “well that wasn’t y/n it was one of my friends. i wanted to see if you would break up and realise i’m better for you than she ever was-“
i cut her off. “you did WHAT??” “you fucking bitch. you ruined my relationship with the girl i was planning on proposing to because of what? jealousy? never contact me again.” i slam my phone down rub my face in my hands. i left my girl because some bitch was lying to me. i can’t believe i chose to believe someone else over the woman i wanted to marry.
i run to the living room. “i’m going back to LA right now.” nick turned to face me “what are you talking about chris?” “jade just told me the girl in the video wasn’t y/n and that she did that to make me jealous. i have to go back to LA and see y/n i cant believe i believed some girl over my future wife” “your future what?” “nick i was planning on proposing to her on our anniversary don’t you remember???” nick’s eyes went wide. “do you still have the ring?” i swallowed loudly. “of course i do i wouldn’t wanna marry anyone else.”
i go back to my room and book the first flight i could find to LA which was at 3am. nick and matt will stay another week but no way in hell i’m staying another minute without her.
3 am rolls around and matt drops me off to the airport. i get on my flight an hour later and call madi in the meantime to make sure she’s in touch with y/n. she tells me y/n hasn’t left the house until andrea made her go out and that the house was in horrible condition. my heart broke at that. my poor girl. all this because i chose to believe someone else over her.i call an uber and it takes me straight to her house. it was pouring rain in LA which was suprising because it hardly rains here.
i ring her doorbell and stand outside. she slowly opens the door. “madi i told you i don’t want to see any-“ she freezes when she sees me before she starts tearing up. the moment she opens the door i drop to my knees hugging her legs and sobbing “i’m so sorry my love i’m so fucking sorry for not listening to you and making you go back to this horrible place again. i promise to never do this again please just forgive me i can’t live without you.” i keep sobbing into her legs.
she lowers herself to my level and grabs my face kissing my tears away. “i forgive you but i’ll still need time to recover. i couldn’t live with the thought of you never wanting to see me again.” she sobs as she looks at me in the eyes. “i’ll always be here i’m not going anywhere.” i grab her arms and stand up before squeezing her into my chest.
andrea comes behind y/n and throws a spoon at me before i duck. “woah woah calm down” “you better have apologized to her you moron she barely got out of your bed.” “i did and i’ll continue to show how sorry i am everyday till she forgives me fully.” i kiss her head and bury my face in her hair.
“ok love birds i’m leaving you alone. if you do some bullshit again i’m throwing a knife next time.” i laugh before taking my suitcase to our room. the room smells of cigarettes. “how much did you smoke in here it stings.” i don’t mind the smoke i used to smoke too but i know y/n never smoked in our room before this. “sorry i was not in the right place so i didn’t even care to smoke outside.” she looks down as i kiss her cheek. “don’t feel bad baby i don’t mind. now let’s cuddle and watch gilmore girls again.” she turns to me and flashes me her beautiful smile. as i see her smile i realize i’d never want to be anywhere besides here with her smiling at the stupidest things ever as she hugs me.
we watch gilmore girls for awhile while she lays on my chest asleep. i smile and kiss her head “i love you so much pretty girl happy 2 years.” i feel her move her head before she places a kiss on my cheek and goes back to sleep. fuck this girl drives me crazy.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this. I love writing so I hope to continue this NNN with alot of works. I cried a little writing this cause Y/N’s character is mostly based on me and how I deal with things so please don’t do what Y/N does 🤞🏻
also I read a similar story to this a year ago but I cant for the life of me remember who wrote it. if you find out somehow please tag them so I can give credits. I love you all so much enjoy your sunday afternoon/evening you are loved.
#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo angst#sturniolo angst
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Gina a couple of days ago you reblogged a post that said harry has experience grief and lot because he lost important people. Who are the people? Robyn and that photographer matt?
Hi, sugar. As far as people passing, yes, he’s lost his step-father, Robin who died of cancer in 2017 and his friend Matt Irwin who died by suicide in 2016. I remember people saying he’d been friendly with the actor Corey Montieth who died of an accidental overdose in 2013. I think too many people discount the effect that Jay (cancer, 2016) and Fizzy’s (accidental overdose, 2019) deaths had on him, as well. And of course, Liam just recently. Obviously, he’s also lost grandparents, but I think those deaths affect you in a different way.
And those are just the people we know of. I have no idea who else may have died or what other sorts of grief he may have experienced.
My point really was that Harry keeps certain things very close to the best and just because he doesn’t show you his trauma, it doesn’t mean he’s not shouldering any. I just think he makes a lot of things look very easy, but we really have no idea what he’s been through. People should have more grace when it comes to him.
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the main boys seeing baby devin and matt together for the first time and they can admit it’s obvious his in love the two are and how sweet matt is too her
Realisations
It was supposed to be a low-key evening. Y/N and Matt had slipped out for a quiet dinner, hoping for a break from the usual chaos of the season. They’d found a cozy little spot tucked away downtown, one where Matt could hold her hand across the table and give her those soft, lingering looks he reserved only for her. With the low hum of conversation around them, they felt perfectly hidden, lost in each other’s company.
But little did they know, a few booths down, Jack, Nico, Luke, and Dawson had also picked the same spot for their post-practice dinner. They were mid-conversation when Jack’s gaze drifted over, landing squarely on Y/N. He froze, jaw going slack as he took in the scene unfolding across the room.
“Is that… Y/N?” he whispered, nudging Nico, who turned to look, eyebrows shooting up as he saw their teammate with Matt, a soft smile gracing her lips as she leaned in close, her hand still intertwined with his on the table. Dawson and Luke quickly followed suit, craning their necks to see.
"Well, I'll be damned," Dawson murmured, unable to hide his surprise—or his grin.
The boys watched, trying to keep their reactions low-key, as Matt gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. He was looking at her with a softness that none of them had ever seen in him, as if she was the only person in the room, or the world, that mattered. And judging by the way she smiled back at him, eyes sparkling, the feeling was mutual.
“Do you see the way he’s looking at her?” Luke whispered, a mix of surprise and admiration in his tone. “Like, that’s serious.”
“Yeah,” Nico agreed, folding his arms as he took in the scene. “That’s not just a casual thing…he’s head over heels.”
Jack shook his head, both in disbelief and amusement. “When did this happen?”
They all exchanged glances, realizing that they’d somehow missed the fact that their ‘little sister’ was wrapped up in what looked like the start of something deep and lasting. It was strange, seeing Y/N like this. She was always one of them—someone they teased, protected, looked out for like family. But now, watching her with Matt, they could admit that there was something incredibly sweet, even tender, in the way he treated her.
Matt leaned forward, saying something soft that made Y/N laugh, her face lighting up in a way that was rare off the ice. He smiled, eyes lingering on her, a hand resting gently on her arm. There was a quiet confidence in the way he was with her, a gentleness that none of them had seen him show with anyone else.
“Alright,” Dawson murmured, breaking the silence. “I’ll admit, I’ve never seen her like that… and he’s clearly treating her right.”
Jack nodded, half-impressed, half-bewildered. “Honestly, I think he’s in love with her.”
“It’s obvious,” Nico agreed, eyes still on them. "And she looks pretty damn happy."
“Alright, let’s let them be,” Nico finally said, his voice low but laced with a grin. “But I say we give her hell for this later. We’ve been sparing them too much.”
They all chuckled, knowing full well they’d bring it up when Y/N least expected it. But as they walked away, a warm pride settled over them. They were her team, her family, and seeing her like this—with someone who clearly adored her, who treated her with such care—was something they could all admit was worth letting go of a little protective edge.
“She’s got herself a good one,” Jack said quietly, a rare softness in his tone.
Dawson clapped him on the shoulder, nodding. “Yeah, she really does.”
#° braindead writes#nico hischier x reader#nico hischier fanfic#nico hischier imagines#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes imagines#luke hughes fanfic#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes imagines#jack hughes fanfic#dawson mercer x reader#dawson mercer imagines#dawson mercer fanfic#new jersey devils x reader#matt rempe x reader#matt rempe fanfic#matt rempe imagines#trevor zegras x reader#trevor zegras fanfic#trevor zegras imagines#matthew knies x reader#matthew knies imagines#matthew knies fanfic#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagines#quinn hughes fanfic#fic: baby devil
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guy from show I used to be not normal about in mystery incorporated and I didn't even RECOGNIZE HIM
#last time i watched something he voice acted in i didn't recognize him either#matt lanter#shows called timeless btw#next thing you're gonna tell me scott porters in mystery inc#(hes not is he?)#(<- used to have crush on lukas mcsm)#he was also in the other show matt was in.#ultimate spider man#couldn't pinpoint his voice either until i saw his name in the credits#winona has something to say
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I'm rewatching all the Marvel Defenders shows on Netflix and as much as I mock the MCU now, I need non-Marvel fans to understand that I was and still am a fan of "Daredevil fighting the gentrifying assshole who bought out the police force because ACAB both as a lawyer and vigilante of the community" and "Jessica Jones fighting the man who mind controlled her into doing unspeakable things and forming a community of fellow survivors and allies while dealing with PTSD in a range of both healthy and unhealthy ways" Marvel. God I love these idiots they carried so hard
#vio.txt#mcu#marvel#jessica jones#daredevil#also the two of them induced so much bi panic in me. also gender envy. jessica jones is one of the few women i get gender envy fron#the iron fist and luke cage shows were...more mid but still leagues above current marvel shows#like. yes be anti-mcu but these were masterpieces#and yes this is why i was so pissed about them putting daredevil in she hulk and trying to make him iron man 2.0#like! yes hes suave and charming but thats bc its his lawyer job!! he works in a law firm he and his friends started to serve his community#he is NOT 'i am rich and better than u' charming. he is 'i learned how to talk fancy for my degree and i have empathy' charming#and not bringing the other guys over either???? bruhhh#marvel really cancelled the best things they did on the screen#matt murdock my original red and black round glasses wearing sadboy what did they do to you#also!! can i mention that these shows had such better representation than nowadays marvel#murdock's actor doing extensive research on blind motility for the role#jessica and trish's friendship and how trish immediately believes jess about kilgrave#the whole!!! unique community feel of harlem and in luke's bar#hogarth whos both jessica's employer and foggy's boss in later seasons being a lesbian and having Real Marriage Issues#and also being a conplex and kinda shitty person#iron fist was....eh but that's why it was the worst one lmao#OH YEAH HOW COULD I FORGET MY GIRL KAREN#karen page getting a whole storyline in s1 about her dealing w ptsd and then getting fleshed out backstory and her own adventures#like ok it was kinda weird in daredevil that she dated like every guy bc she was the female lead 💀#but even then foggy and matt and her figuring their shit out like adults. like they shot their shots and it didnt pan out. still besties th#disney would never allow such good writing in current times#but a boy can wish
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Fluent Freshman - Part 35
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"Andrew, wake up." Andrew felt a hand on his shoulder and he lashed out as he always did. He found himself rocketing towards consciousness as he heard Neil's pained grunt. Panic lances through him as he realizes what he had hit instead of the intruder and he's glad they compromised when he and Neil had started to sleep in the same bed.
Andrew pulls Neil in closer to protect him even as Neil groans at the sudden jolting movement.
He needs to get-
"I already moved your secret pillow knife Andrew." The intruder says as Andrew's hand grasps at nothing. He has a second one but the intruder is now armed and Neil-
"Erik and the Hans Moretti Sword Box are the only combination of me, another guy, and blades being stabbed at me that I will accept. Now, wake up." The familiar sounding intruder says.
Andrew blinks awake.
Nicky's frowning face is staring down at him.
"I need to borrow the Maserati, or you need to drive me to Abby's house. Right now." Nicky says without a hint of the fear.
Or, at least, not fear of Andrew.
"What's wrong with Smith?" he asks holding out his hand for his pilfered knife as he rubs Neil's side where he had lashed out instinctively.
Nicky looks at him for a long moment before handing the knife back to Andrew, "There's...I just feel like something isn't right. I want to be there with him, I shouldn't have left him there." Nicky says.
Andrew didn't disagree.
FF had been relaxed and at ease, drinking the disgusting smoothie that Kevin had forced on him, and Andrew had noticed a hint of a smile on his friend's face.
Then that fuckface showed up and FF had looked worse than when Andrew had stabbed him. He still remembered the garbage that piece of shit had spewed and Andrew hated knowing things about his friend that his friend hadn't told him.
Hated that his brain could piece moments that made a horrible amount of sense now. FF staring at his car the first time before climbing in, how he had requested that Andrew focus on the road, Nicky looking at all of them exasperated "Smithy was going to walk back", and-
“See, you’re still upset over what that guy did. Why are you clinging to the last name of the guy that did this to you?” Fuckface asks from behind them, “He almost killed mom and you. He did kill our two-“
"Stop."
Andrew makes himself stop thinking about it. It wasn't something FF wanted to talk about.
"The keys are where I always put them." he says because he thinks if he gets out of bed he might go hunt fuckface for sport. The thought of seeing fuckface's well fucking face as he hits him with the Maserati is not a bad one.
"Thank you Andrew. Sorry Neil." Nicky says and Neil waves it off having mostly drifted back to sleep as Andrew had rubbed his back mindlessly.
Nicky leaves without another word. Andrew settled back into bed hand still mindlessly rubbing Neil's back. He closes his eyes. He thinks about how FF had looked at those two kids a few weeks back.
He'd looked like a good older brother.
He holds Neil tight, focuses on the feeling of his even breathing on his neck, and listens to Kevin's snoring to think about a monster consuming Daniel whole.
******
Sometimes Matt feels like he misses out on things with his friends. It didn't happen that often and he doesn't regret the Thanksgiving he spent with his Mom and Dan. Not a single atom regrets making hand turkeys with Dan or holding Dan and his Mom's bags during their Black Friday spree.
He still felt ice in his stomach when he heard that some of Nathan's men had come for Neil and that FF had gotten hurt. FF hadn't seemed overly bothered by the injury and Matt was looking forward to having the freshman as a roommate once he was fully cleared by Abby.
FF was a good kid and Matt had a hard time disliking someone who so obviously looked up to and liked his best friend. He'd told Dan about the 'Captain Neil' title and the two of them had just about died talking about how sweet they both found it.
Which is why he feels a certain kind of way when he finds out his Skype date with Dan had him miss out on a face that, based on what he heard from an incensed Aaron, was in desperate need of a punch.
"Where's Nicky?" Matt asks.
"He couldn't stop worrying about Smiths, he doesn't have Friday classes so he mentioned something about sticking with Smiths." Aaron explains over his oatmeal and Matt turns his head towards the wall they shared with Neil, Andrew, and Kevin's room as he hears the blender going. Aaron shovels the remainder of his oatmeal into his mouth, "I gotta go. I'll see you later." he says.
Matt waves his roommate off and wonders what the sudden rush was but it was hardly three minutes later that Kevin Day was bursting into their room without knocking. "Aaron, I need your-" Kevin stops gaze settling on Matt. "Where's Aaron?" he asks.
Matt looks at him, "He just left." he says. Kevin looks to the ceiling in obvious frustration, "Anything I can help with?" Matt asks while at the same time cursing himself for asking.
"Have you had breakfast?" Kevin asks immediately.
"Uh...no?" Matt says.
"Perfect. Drink this." Kevin says shoving a smoothie into Matt's hand. Matt looked at the blue-ish smoothie in his hands and then back up to Kevin. "You asked if there was anything you could help with. Tell me how that tastes." he points at the beverage and Matt recognizes the distinct smell of one of Kevin's health shakes.
"I don't want to do this." Matt says setting the smoothie to the side.
"I'm trying to improve the flavor." Kevin says, "It was brought to my attention that it isn't very...good tasting." Kevin adds sounding like the admission costs him something.
"Just now? You just figured out they taste like butt, just now?" Matt asks incredulously.
Kevin flushes, "Smiths drank it without complaint!" he exclaims.
"Yeah, 'cuz Smithster is nice! Also I think his face is just stuck like that." Matt says.
"There was no way I could have known they were gross!" Kevin argues.
"Kevin, most people TASTE the things they're giving to others." Matt points out and Kevin only grows redder.
"Are you going to help me improve the taste or not?!" Kevin demands pointing at the smoothie, "that's phase one right there." he points at the beverage.
Matt considers it, "This is to make these god awful smoothies taste better for Smithster?" he asks finally feeling like there was something he could offer his friend.
"Yes." Kevin says.
"And you can't just taste them yourself....because?" Matt asks.
"I need multiple datapoints, it can't just be me." Kevin answers immediately.
Matt rolls his eyes but he was not one to deny the scientific process, "Fine." he agrees and grabs the smoothie, "You said this was phase one of improving the flavor?" he asks.
"Yes." Kevin says.
Matt nods and brings the smoothie to his lips.
Bitter. Slimey. Why is it spicy? So Bitter. It's liquid how is it chalky?
He immediately spits it out, "Why does it taste like that?!" Matt demands immediately. "You said it was phase one?!" he hisses.
"That's the control. I needed your opinion on where I was starting." Kevin jerks his head to the side towards the entrance of Matt's dorm, "C'mon, we've got work to do." he says leaving the room without taking his godforsaken smoothie with him.
Matt looks to the ceiling like Kevin had earlier. Honestly, the world had been a darker place since Kevin had to take the required science course last year.
****** There was no singular more 'freshman' thing that FF had done, in Nicky's opinion, than the fact that the kid had early Friday classes. Nicky had gotten to Abby's place late and hadn't slept before, too caught up in a conversation with Aaron.
FF had been awake when he'd gotten to Abby's, staring blankly into the fridge and based on how cold his friend's pajamas were he couldn't help but wonder how long FF had been there. So he herded FF back to bed and FF had pressed his face into Nicky's shoulder and hadn't let go. So Nicky had crawled into bed after FF had nodded his consent.
Nicky had slept terribly.
Still, he woke up with FF's alarm. FF's gaze was about a thousand miles away but he got ready for his two early Friday classes robotically. Nicky shot a text to Aaron and Andrew to let them know that he'd stick with FF for the day to make sure that if Daniel showed up he wouldn't bother FF.
FF walked into a wall as he was texting. "Aw, bud." he says and sets him on a new course.
Andrew texted to tell him that Neil was going to talk with Wymack about not giving Daniel a chance.
He heard another thud, "Oh, Smith don't run into that." he hears Abby say worriedly.
Nicky puts his phone away.
Focus.
He gets FF through breakfast and through the walk to campus. He takes a seat next to FF in his Math class and ignores the narrowed eyes of the person who's usual seat he has obviously taken. He turns in FF's homework, pays attention, takes some notes, answers the clicker questions for FF, and guides him out and over towards his next class.
He sees Daniel being shown around campus by Jack.
He texts Aaron for back-up. The two of them manhandle FF across campus just in time for his Japanese class and Nicky and Aaron swear up and down that they are just there to look in on the class. Nicky hands the clicker off to Aaron since the future doctor's handwriting left a lot to be desired.
Eventually it was done and Nicky and Aaron had to maneuver FF through a truly STARTLING amount of people who wanted to 'have a word' with FF. Nicky remembers that kid from months back. 'The Adonis of the Foreign Language Department'
Eventually through a combination of Nicky's polite declinations, Aaron glowering, and FF walking into another wall they managed to escape the Foreign Language department of Palmetto State University.
"I think we deserve a treat." Nicky says, "Everyone who agrees raise your hand." he adds and raises his own hand before lifting FF's hand up and looking to see Aaron lift his own hand up.
"Are we sure he's okay in there?" Aaron asks waving a hand in front of FF's face as they made their way to an ice cream shop that had excellent waffle cones and was the place that sold FF's favorite triple berry milkshake.
"Yeah, this happens sometimes." Nicky says even if it had never gone on this long with FF having to reboot his system. It feels like his friend may have blue-screened but Nicky's willing to wait it out.
"If you're sure." Aaron says expression giving away how unconvinced he is but he moves along, "Did you do what we talked about last night?" he asks.
"Yeup." Nicky says popping the 'p' at the end.
"Good." Aaron says as he opens the door to the ice cream shop.
****** Andrew is walking to Abby's with Neil, Kevin, and Matt to pick up his car. Nicky had texted Andrew that he and Aaron were hanging out at Abby's trying to get FF to snap out of whatever daze he had fallen into.
"We have to let him tryout and there will be someone from the university there making sure it's all fair." Neil spits the word out with obvious disgust. "Like any of this shit is fair!" Neil kicks a pebble on the sidewalk.
Andrew keeps his thoughts to himself that if Daniel just doesn't make it to the tryouts then there's no issue. This whole mess kicked off because he stabbed FF and Andrew wanted to make it right. FF may not blame Andrew and may still reflexively tell anyone who asks that Romero did it, but Andrew can't forget the moment he looked over and saw his knife in FF's stomach and realized that the blood on his hands was his friend's.
"He might be a good addition to the team." Kevin says.
"Kevin, if you say that one more time I'm going to dump phase 3 down your throat." Matt hisses.
Kevin recoils in visible disgust and notably keeps his mouth shut. Andrew will have to get the recipe off of Matt if it's that effective at shutting Kevin up.
They make the final turn onto Abby's street and Andrew's eyes narrow as he looks at Abby's driveway where there was only one car.
"Where the fuck is my car?" he asks.
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#Fluent Freshman AU#AFTG#AFTG AU#FF - Pt 35#Fluent Freshman Friday#Ya'll are getting a long one because the Matt POV took me#Jack is showing Daniel around the campus#And the two of them are both growing INCREASINGLY irritated with the other#Because it's two people who can't help but be so far up their own asses#That having to listen to someone be up THEIR own ass? TORTURE.#Jack was showing him around because the Wymack asked him to.#Wymack was hoping that Daniel would leave#Neil was his usual charming self to the board of directors#Which is to say he ripped them apart#Honestly if Andrew was there at the board meeting the last scene wouldn't have happened#Andrew and Neil would be too busy sexiling Kevin to be walking and see FF#But alas#Andrew was doing homework and eating ice cream#Also Matt and Kevin got up to Phase 13#Because I'm a sucker for keeping up with themes#Andreil
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Watching Wayward Pines for potential ST5 inspo bc the Duffers wrote a couple episodes in s1, and when I got to their second (last) episode and their name crossed the screen, I noticed a visual parallel that might already exist on the show…
Recognize it??
It instantly reminded me of that last shot for the opening of s3, with the landscape peaking out behind the Russian base. But when I went back and actually compared the two, holy shit it’s near identical, and not just the landscape.
I didn’t even remember the helicopter being there on the left, not to mention the pillar-esaue contraption at the center. Like… they’re the same picture.!
With them being credited right at that moment, it’s obvious this was an intentional nod to their previous work.
I just thought it was cool so I wanted to share, but in terms of my watch overall, there is a LOT going on that they could pull from. I’m only halfway through s1, though I’ve heard the show goes downhill in s2 so we’ll see how that goes 😂
#byler#stranger things#wayward pines#st inspo#st5 predictions#spoilers I guess?#matt dillon is a secret service agent and when fellow agents go missing#he goes to find them and ends up in an accident himself#and wakes up in wayward pines#and no matter what he does he can’t reach anyone on the outside nor leave#people around him seem to be playing along with this sort of Truman show lifestyle of pretending everything is fine#then he runs into one of the agents who went missing also his ex-mistres#carla gugino my beloved#and she’s also playing along#bc they kind of have to otherwise they will be killed#little does Matt Dillon know his wife and kid on the outside are worried because he went missing#they go looking for him and end up in wayward pines too#wayward pines is actually really chill in retrospect bc you get a free house when you arrive#but the whole being trapped and not explained what’s going on and treated like your crazy part makes it hard to see the positives#and just when you think this whole town is an experiment#it is!!#but also not because they have any other choice really#turns out humans devolved into this creature referred to as abbies and they basically take over the world killing everything in sight#a scientist predicted this and managed to launch an experiment where he basically kidnapped a bunch of people and froze them from aging#to live safely in the future over 2000 years later in this confined town#where very few know the truth#the town being an experiment aspect intrigues me in terms of all the surveillance in Hawkins…#also random but the main kid on the show has an uncanny resemblance to the duffers despite no relation and it’s freaky 😂
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i just wanna say that it was so refreshing to see Matt Stone get to talk about the rise of antisemitism rn. like yeah start the season off on that!!! it was angry! scathing! yet funny! Matt Stone deserved this episode, you can tell he's fed up and it's unequivocally against antisemitism and nazism, so hopefully the episode hits a lot of people well, ik how sometimes south park can be... interpreted very oddly by some viewers of the show, but I think it's angry yet sympathetic enough to say that people can choose to deny/leave behind violent and bigoted beliefs. It was a good season premiere and I am really excited to see what's next
#south park#matt stone#hopefully what is next isnt like. stunning and brave -_-#the show grows all the time so its really cool to see when it moves forward#in ways like this#the treatment of psychosis was actually really good?#i think sp does well with disabilites#like its def a strong suit#and theyve done a great job with cartman#but it was really great to see him choose to care about others#and try to quell the part of him he wants to improve#cartman forcing himself to take meds!!!#because that isnt him!#not who he wants to be!!!#yes!!!#he does not want to be a nazi!!#idk i think it could be an important one for viewers#and also ofc for matt stone#to get really sick and tired of antisemitism in entertainment
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doodles and some lore. I'm tired.
#Jay does this thing on second dates where he tests the other person#he wants to make sure they'd like all of him. every part of him that may throw others off or realize he's insane#Matt and Jay were friends during high school. dated in college and broke up just before finding out Jay was pregnant#they decided to co-parent Mona and just view one another as friends#Mona really likes Don and Tk. loves Peter. though dislikes Lucy quite a bit because of how much she hears Jay complain about her with Matt#Mona is very close with Jay despite living with Matt and only coming over to Jay during the holidays/some weekends#Jay moved into the complex about a year prior to meeting Peter. he's had 5 roommates since moving in#Lucy has been the worst compared to the rest but is the only one Jay tolerates (since she's young and reminds him of himself. pretransition#Jay and Don hated each other in the beginning. only really bonded over talking shit about a neighbor#and Jay saying “anyway I gotta finish watching the game.” Don saying how he wanted to too but his tv is fucked so they watch together#Tk does have feelings for Jay but Jay just can't take the hint. he simply just thinks he's making jokes and is very kind#Jay really cares about Lucy. he often checks up on her when she's out and buys her dinner if he didn't make anything for them#and she ofc tries to make his life easier by cleaning the apartment making him coffee in the mornings etc etc#also Jay and Don sometimes just talk about marriage. how both of theirs didn't work out (I headcanon that for Don)#how it'd go - Don: I just wish I showed her how much I cared... Jay: I chased mine down with a knife. didn't kill her though. I promise.#Jay also calls Don's kid (the cop) Don Jr. he doesn't mind it that much. it's mainly cause Jay never remembers his name#my art#yb peter#Yb don#Void#Jay#Yb tk#Yb lucy#none of them die btw. Peter kills some guy who treated Jay poorly#the entirety of Jay and Peter's relationship before the abduction takes place over June#I say so cause it was a bit alarming to Tk. Don and Matt how fast Jay was rushing into the relationship and such#anyway uhh idk what else to say
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the punisher 2005 adventure so far
#marvel#the punisher#frank castle#gaming on discord logs#ones without a username are mine and pixie is pixie#might post some art later today but its gonna be really stupid so this is my original post for this week#there was also some other stuff but i didnt have an image to go with it so </3 youre left out#FOR EXAMPLE i did acknowledge matt murdock showing up for exactly 30 seconds BUT I COULDNT GET A GOOD SCREENSHOT OF HIM so hes not here :(#also put up a picture of krzysztof rutkowski for all non polish people who might see this and have no idea what im talking about
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Your post about South Park really does hit the nail right on the head for why the hell this show has a fandom that I've never seen anyone acknowledge, at least not on this fucking webbed site. Instead mosts stance is along the lines of "why are you shipping the racist children" which ignores. That they have INCREDIBLY strong characterization, to the point that even side characters personalities are able to be pinpointed with a lot of accuracy, enough for there to be subsets of fans for those guys even. The show is primarily about putting those fucking circle guys in situations and people who like to see them in situations are like. Man. I could totally come up with some situation for these guys to be in. And they don't even have to be weird and centrist about it like the creators. (Not to say plenty of fans don't still land there. If Cartman is included you really have to decide whether you declaw him and either answer gets dicey unless you get him. And some people really don't and it gets. Bad.) It feels a lot more generous seeing someone actually clock the appeal of the show for what it is rather than stopping at Matt and Treys wild ride of very very mixed messages and leaving it at that so thanks
no like literally i only started watching the show as a background noise type of deal after i finished family guy (in my "watching every adult cartoon" type of beat) and then just got. enthralled.
like i genuinely would not recommend the show to anyone who doesn't have the stomach for gross out humor, frustrating political takes, and even satire that often actually is progressive and even straight up anti-discrimination at times but can be packaged distastefully -- especially since i feel like the show can only be truly enjoyed if you watch the entire 26+ seasons and movies and play the games.
but like matt and trey are unfortunately VERY good writers so i totally understand why the show has a legit, functioning fandom with popular headcanons (shoutout to marjorine) and AUs. like oftentimes the fans are also just Putting The Circle Children Into Situations. or they're playing around with the Situations the Circle Children were already put into in the show, like expanding on tweek and craig's canonical relationship via fanart or exploring kenny's canonical trauma of being repeatedly killed and reincarnated as himself.
but yeah happy to provide my input on this when asked! glad you liked my take
#ok so i apparently lied i am posting about this topic once more#but its not gonna be a regular thing#if anyone does need a trigger tag then let me know im happy to tag it#also just as a disclaimer but the claim of the characters being 'racist children' is actually incorrect -- more often than not the kids are#actually pretty progressive and have episodes about them learning to be less shitty#it's legit just cartman doing shit and he does get called out on it a lot#and if the other kids DO engage in cartman's bullshit it's usually from a place of ignorance and them genuinely not know something is wrong#which is somewhat of a cop out claim since they're fictional characters and are controlled by matt and trey#but the point is that they're not intentionally written to be bigots so when people find the show appealing. it's not bc of bigotry.
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Okay I'm watching White Collar on Netflix and I quite like it, but [season 3 or 4 spoilers; I don't remember which season I'm on] what the actual fudge was that decision to have El tell Neal to back off Peter after the Pratt car accident? It makes zero sense and feels like it was thrown in to make the plot more complicated, regardless of how loyal it is to El's previously-established character. (Disclaimer that I haven't yet watched the whole show; I just finished the episode this takes place in.)
El knows how hard Neal has worked to earn Peter's trust, she knows how hard Peter's worked to trust Neal, and she's seen how much anguish they BOTH go through each time they're dishonest with each other. Furthermore, not involving Peter in the key investigation doesn't do anything: Pratt already knows Peter's investigating him and is already making Peter's life difficult without knowing about the key (see: the car "accident" that started this whole thing in the first place). If anything, Peter following the key investigation only helps Peter, because if he and Neal pool their resources, they're more likely the find the evidence box faster, which can help them take down Pratt. El telling Neal to cut Peter out of the key investigation is utterly nonsensical (at least to me).
#white collar#meta#neal caffrey#elizabeth burke#peter burke#also you can't tell me this is the first time El's seen Peter in a hospital#I don't remember if he's been in one before on the show but in their ten (?) years together I GUARANTEE he's been injured on the job before#except the only difference is that there she can't tell other FBI agents to cut Peter out of the investigation#but she knows she can tell Neal and he'll listen because a) Neal is not an agent#b) Neal feels guilty about this whole thing#c) Neal likes and trusts her and listens to what she has to say#and d) Neal has lied to Peter before#so imo this whole thing is wrong on so many levels#anyway#it is quite a good show i highly recommend watching it for a fun lighthearted time#also this was how i found out about matt bomer (yes i thought he was henry cavill at first)#and therefore how i watched the normal heart#which KILLED me
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i think part of why matt is underestimated in the house is ableism straight up. he was clearly overwhelmed the first two to three weeks and trying to adjust to being around so many people, to get comfortable asking people to repeat things and get used to people’s quirks when they speak, and over the weeks people have been taking him into account more (purposefully sitting where he can see their face, asking him if he understands, getting his attention when a group chat is happening & he looks spaced out, etc) so game talk has gotten easier, but at the same time, the image of him being like, overwhelmed and helpless, has stayed in a lot of people’s minds.
and tbh he’s clearly played that up which is smart! he definitely plays into his silly side & he says stupid shit like “a fun fact about me is i’m deaf” lol, and meanwhile people spill game info to him all the time bc he’s just silly matt, never mind he’s the best rat in the house! it’s interesting to watch him take his disability and the unfair way it’s been handled by production and even house guests and then use it to his advantage in the game.
#bb25#and like yeah still fuck him for the andrew tate thing. but being so visibly disabled & navigating that in this game so well is impressive#to me as a physically disabled person but also from like. a game and great society standpoint. not to brag but we see ableism#and we turn that shit around!!!! i hope they cast more disabled people in the show.#matt klotz#also like - look at who he hangs with & likes ratting to. it’s the people who take him into account.#i think what made him sour on jared specifically & warm up to cory was that comment.#a little mindfulness towards other people can go a long way!#also hope i phrased this all okay obviously my disability is illness based and slightly more invisible so i have a very different experience#but that’s also why i’ve liked watching bc you get this really intimate look at what living with a disability different from yrs looks like
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