#it is cool. i think before i was just scared to use he/him

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Hero, Villain God 39

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*Grian's (Poultryman) pov*

You reach the address written on the paper slips, for a supposedly important place it doesn't look particularly...well, important. Just a gray concrete building in a regular street surrounded by equally gray and boring concrete buildings.

You understand the need for secrecy but come on, a bit of extra flare never hurt anyone! ... well, except for when it does. Still, there are many ways to make it look less monotonous without risking someone knowing there are vigilantes inside.

"You came!"

You look up, you definitely and absolutely do not jump because you are a god and never get scared, above you is a man wearing a pink mask and cape... Oh, you know exactly who this is, you heard of him before.

"Worm man?"

"That's me! Flame told me you were coming but I didn't believe it!"

"A fan?"

In a moment he's in front of you.

"Definitely! I have to say that I love your work, you should join me in this project-"

"Startificated the party without us then?" A familiar voice sarcastically says.

And that's Flame, wondering when he would show up. He's followed close behind by Seraphin which makes for a pretty funny visual since Flame Is small and Seraphin is a pole.

With these two here that already makes three different vigilantes.

"Sooo guessing this is like a vigilante meet up sort of thing? Getting introduced and all?"

Flame shrugs while Seraphin jumps in excitedly, at the same time they respond. "Eh, not really" "Sure thing dude!" Then they kinda just look at eachother while you wonder how they even managed it.

"...Cool"

Suddenly Seraphin perks up as if he just remembered something.

"Oh! There's another reason we wanted to meetificate with you"

"Oh? Ok, I'm listening."

"We heard that tonight something big is going to go down"

Something big? That's new, you only heard of Boogeyman's meeting and if something big was happening later today you don't think Mumbo would have risked it.

"Something big? Like what?"

It's the worm themed one to respond to this one, he's managed to disappear from view and jumpscare you again... Truly a kindred spirit.

"Just some very important villains having a meeting in Las Nevadas"

"Yeah! Do you wanna join us and go kick their butts buddy!?".Seraphin adds on.

...Oh.

Oh.

This is great.

Amazing even.

"I'm in"

"Heck yeah dude!"

Hopefully this doesn't end up going horribly, you don't have much faith though... Still, It's going to be really good entertainment for one...

Wait...will you have to fight yourself? That's also not something you have done before.

Well, there's a first time for everything you guess.

[the-nysh]

Do you think saitama understands how loyal and how much faith Genos has in him

In the sense of acknowledging how much his companionship and presence means to him (being not necessarily what he first wanted, but turning out to be exactly what Saitama needed to feel more engaged and ‘human’ again) without taking him for granted or before the scare of losing Genos again??? I mean yeah, that’s the dream. Unfortunately Saitama ‘forgot’ that realization the last time Genos died and time got reset, so the plot’s going to need to do something else before Saitama learns that lesson again.

But of course he still cares for him, trusts him, and appreciates his support, even though he bashfully/humbly dismisses Genos’ sweeping overt praises for him. We see how Saitama thinks Genos is cool and awesome - having all those shiny enviable traits Saitama thinks he (himself) doesn’t have, so there’s probably a level of inferiority thinking ‘it’s too good to be true’ when someone supercool like Genos admires him and thinks he’s cool. :’) So (beyond the veneer of idolization, of Saitama thinking he’s not that great a person compared to the perfect version that Genos sees in him) I think Saitama just needs the gradual confidence to accept that Genos’ feelings and faith towards him are actually heartfelt and genuine. Rather than something overblown (too intense) that Saitama’s just not used to, or misplaced in the sense he feels he doesn’t deserve it or cannot live up to how Genos sees him. Whew!

Genos on the other hand though, still has inner doubts and insecure bouts of thinking Saitama’s all ‘no thoughts head empty’ towards him, misunderstanding his aloofness as ‘he thinks nothing of me’ like Genos isn’t worthy or that he’ll never be noticed/seen on Saitama’s level. Spiraling untrue thoughts like that. So he’s the one who needs more of the assurance that Saitama actually cares for him. :’D Hah, these hopeless fools. Getting some honest feedback and communication between them (which is currently not their strong point) will do them wonders. But hey, that’s what looking forward to their progressing story’s all about~

[fandomtrash-whataboutit]

My TimKon ‘Would You Fall in Love with Me Again’ Animatic

(If i could make animatics :/)

Notes: The roles of Ody and Pen aren’t perfectly assigned bc Tim’s the one who changed but Kon’s the one who was gone, don’t worry, it’ll make sense.

Kon has returned to his normal time/place/life and has been thoroughly checked for being the real, original, correct universe Kon-El. Now, at last, Tim is able to go see him, and reunite with his lost love.

Is it you? Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there or am I dreaming once more?

Tim says all of this with bated breath, not delivering the wild, enthusiastic welcome Kon had been expecting. Kon can tell something is wrong, as can everyone else in the room (I imagine perhaps Superman and dick and/or bruce)

You look different. Your eyes look tired. Your frame is lighter, your smile torn. Is it really you my love?

Kon can see that Tim looks like hell and he is slowly trying to piece together what has happened (I imagine that last part is met with some surprise, as few is any people outside of yj knew of Tim and Kon’s relationship or at least how serious it was)

I am not the man you fell in love with. I am not the man you once adored. I am not your kind and gentle husband. And I am not the love you knew before Would you fall in love with me again? If you knew all I’ve done. The things I can not change, would you love me all the same?

This section focuses on Tim alone, face shrouded in shadow or just tight and anxious. Perhaps one of those cool animations of the camera moving around the central figure (note that words like husband do not have to be taken literally here, because animatic. There will be a whole section like this later)

I know that you’ve been waiting, waiting for love. …What kind of things did you do?

Kon is starting to process that something went very wrong while he was gone. He is getting scared, steps closer, and makes himself ask because he needs to know Tim is okay.

Left a trail of red on every island, as I traded friends like objects I could use. Hurt more lives than I can count on my hands, but all of that was to bring me back to you.

This part might be one of those sections that writes the lyrics on screen to alter them. The first sentence shows Tim’s time with the LoA (note that I don’t subscribe to the belief that Tim like murdered a bunch of people, even if it’s cool to think about sometimes) and say ‘traded PEOPLE like objects…’ because to be fair it was mostly the LoA and stuff that he was using, he didn’t trade friends’ literal lives the way Ody did. The second part would be a big motif of the most obvious thing, the cloning. A literal shot of just Tim, looking miserable, and in the background all around him half-transparent parts of his lab and experiments. (Still Tim below)

So tell me, would you fall in love with me again? If you knew all I’ve done. The things I can’t undo, I am not the man you knew. I know that you’ve been waiting, waiting…

This part mirrors the first chorus with my fun camera spinning thing but this time focusing on both Tim and Kon standing close to one another, both looking utterly grief stricken.

If that’s true, could you do me a favor? Just a moment of labor that would bring me some peace? See that wedding bed? Could you carry it over? Lift it high on your shoulders and take it far away from here?

This is obviously the least literal part. I imagine the camera goes to Kon for a second to indicate who is ‘speaking’ then shifts to the YJ cave. I haven’t worked out all the kinks for this but I imagine something like maybe a bed because Kon considers it the first real home he had where he was welcomed and wanted by loved ones before Superman and the Kents go involved/got their shit together, something with their initials or the Superboy and Robin symbols carved into it.

How could you say this? I had built that wedding bed with my blood and sweat. Carved it into the olive tree where we first met. A symbol of our love everlasting, do you realize what you have asked me? The only way to move it is to cut it from its roots!

This part is a lot, obv. The first sentence, a short of present Tim, horrified. Second sentence shows a quick shot of a younger Tim and Kon, Kon’s eyes lighting up with laser vision for a second only for Tim to stop him and carve it into the whatever (bed, smth) himself. The third sentence not a shot of that specific place but the round table in the cave with Tornado and the whole YJ team. ‘A symbol of your love everlasting’ shows a young Tim and Kon looking smitten, ��do you realize what your have asked me’ hard cuts back to present Tim, finally showing some energy as he gets terribly angry. (Note: maybe a quick shot of spectators before the last sentence but maybe not). Last sentence shows that shot of young Tim and Kon looking smitten getting torn in half, revealing the shot of the whole team which also gets torn in half.

Only my husband knew that, so I guess that makes him you!

Kon needs to match Tim’s energy here as he finally sees his Rob light up the way he used to be, fiery and free.

Penelope…

Tim frozen in shock, staring at Kon

I will fall in love with you over and over again, I don’t care how, where, or when. No matter how long it’s been, you’re mine! Don’t tell me you’re not the same person, you’re always my husband and I’ve been waiting…

Kon grabs Tim’s shoulders (you know the cliche pose) getting close to him and speaking vehemently. Maybe some shots of them over the years, canon or headcanon moments of when they fell in love. Emphasize Kon’s vehemence on the ‘you’re mine’ cus im a slut for that, and maybe Kon shakes his head on ‘don’t tell me you’re not the same person’

Waiting… Penelope…

Not writing out this whole section cus I’m not copy pasting the lyrics here I’m recording them as I listen. This is a collage of them, colors and moments all around them or snapshots of their past, maybe chronologically and having at least one shot of each of them while Kon was ‘dead’

For you…

As he says this, Kon finally grabs Tim and kisses him. He sweeps him up in a massive hug off the ground as the music peaks, they hold each other desperately close (i mean draw creases on the back of their clothing type shit). I’m also debating, because I dont have much knowledge of canon alternate universities in the comics, if there would be content enough to show alternate versions of them holding each other because they fall in love in every lifetime. As the music calms, Kon gently returns them back to the ground, pulling far enough away to press their forehead together

How long has it been?

Kon asks this, still not entirely sure how long he was gone

Twenty Years

Obv its different, it dont remember the canon time Kon was gone/dead, but ideally it would be shown in month, week, day, hour format bc Tim is normal (for bonus angst do the amount of irl time he was dead cus that was prolly way longer

I love you

Need I even say anything? Holding each other close, they’re both finally smiling

[lovieku]

idkkkk what i wanted to actually ask BUT i thought i would give everyone a lil courage to do the same SOOO im asking true love jk: would you give me a cha— *gunshots* no ok seriously what gives him the cuteness aggression from sunshine!reader? like... we know this man is emo blah blah blah but we also know he's not-so-secretly a simp and the reader is just so so so cute 😭 so.... maybe some particular things the reader does that makes true love!jk go feral and be like "imma smooch you so hard you'll think im crazy but i'll still deny any statements that im *gags*.... in l*ve"???

sorry if it sounds jumbled i just kinda thought abt it and ???? he seems like the type to do that

(also i am going insane from the amount of work and studying i have to do BEFORE NEW YEAR???? so i need SOMETHING to idk make me go LESS insane.....) LOVE UUUUUU <3<3<3<3

“What… is cuteness aggression?” Jeongguk scratches his head, taking his time to go through the question a couple times more. He pretends it’s because he doesn’t understand, but really he’s just trying to buy himself time before anyone notices the tips of his ears reddening, and the flush spreading to his cheeks.

“I’m not emo—you know what, whatever,” he mutters, letting out an amused scoff as he rethinks of all the times you two fought over this. “I won’t even bother addressing the “simp” part and… Yeah. That.” He gulps at the thought of being in love. No, not the thought. It’s more he’s swallowing thickly at the acceptance of it. Because there’s kind of no denying it anymore.

Especially when he doesn’t even notice the smile that sneaks onto his lips as he begins, “___ is just… naturally cute. Back in high school, she had lots of admirers. I never understood why she was so adamant on me.” He chuckles softly, timidly rubbing the tip of his nose, “It definitely is what brought us together, though.”

“I guess her determination is one of the things that gives me the,” he narrows his eyes as he reads the question over, “cuteness aggression? That’s one of the things that gets me, yeah. She knows I don’t like PDA when I’m working. But that pout of hers doesn’t drop until I give her a kiss. Her pout—hm, that is also cute. Really cute. Oh, and her skirts. And the way she does her hair. The other time she had this cool bun that… Ahem.”

Jeongguk clears his throat the moment he hears the door open, and it’s you peeking inside. Your brows furrow imperceptibly, endearing curiosity in your voice, “What are you doing?”

He coughs, trying to look nonchalant, “Huh, not much.”

“Okay,” you grin, nose scrunched, eyes crinkled, and he feels his heart trip. You’re still balancing yourself on one leg, your head prettily tilted to the side, leaning just a little further into the room. Before closing the door behind you, you whisper through a giggle, “I love you.”

Jeongguk stills. He looks down at his phone, then around the room, fingers coming to tug at the neckline of his hoodie. He chuckles awkwardly, “It’s a little hot in here, no?”

He sighs, knowing that trying to hide how much he’s affected by you won’t do anything but highlight that even more, “So… She did drop the L-word. I’m struggling. I really want to, but…” zoning out, he seems to lose his train of thought. “She’s so honest. So open about how she feels. She’s never scared of being vulnerable. That’s what’s cute about her. And it makes me want to kiss her a lot. That’s why I love— Huh… I love her. Yeah.”

[enemiestolovershoe]

can i request a Matt x bsf!reader fic where the triplets and her and maybe a few friends do a roadtrip to do a camping trip or something and when it‘s chris turn to drive matt gets on the backseat beside you. you both get flirty pretty quickly. then at the bonfire they get a little touchy and then fuck in the tent as everyone got to sleep (or so they think) and the next morning chris and nick tease the shit out of them? :)

Tent of Temptation

Matt Sturniolo x bsf!reader

Summary: Y/N and Matt share a tense, intimate camping trip where unspoken feelings lead to a heated night in the tent, changing their relationship forever.

Words: 8k

Warnings. SMUT 18+, flirting, filth, use of yn, not proofread, lmk if you find more

The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon as you pulled into the familiar driveway of the Sturniolo triplets’ house. Your car door creaked as you pushed it open, the cool evening air brushing against your skin. You didn’t bother knocking; after all, this place was practically a second home.

"Yo, look who it is!" Matt’s voice called from the kitchen the moment you stepped inside. He leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed and an unmistakable smirk playing on his lips. "Took you long enough. What, were you deciding which pair of leggings would impress me the most?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. "Not everything’s about you, Matt."

"Sure, sure," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But for the record, you chose right."

"Matt, leave her alone," Nick said, walking in from the living room with a grin. "You’re scaring her off before she even sits down."

Chris was the last to appear, a bowl of popcorn in hand. "Seriously, Matt, chill. She hasn’t even told us why she’s here yet."

"Maybe she missed me," Matt quipped, still watching you.

"Or maybe I’m bored out of my mind," you shot back, making your way to the couch and plopping down. "Speaking of which, we need to talk about that."

Nick raised a brow. "Bored? You’re hanging out with us. Problem solved."

"No, I mean, like... bored, bored," you emphasized, throwing a glance around the room. "We do the same thing every time I’m here—movies, snacks."

"Hey, the last one’s a highlight," Matt interrupted with a grin, earning himself a playful glare from you.

"Let her finish," Chris said, sitting beside you.

You sighed dramatically, throwing your arms out. "I want to do something different! Something fun, something spontaneous! Like... like a road trip!"

"A road trip?" Nick repeated, his expression instantly lighting up.

"With camping!" you added quickly. "I’ve always wanted to go to a campsite by a lake—somewhere beautiful, peaceful. Imagine all of us in the middle of nowhere with a bonfire, roasting marshmallows, and just... I don’t know, being outside for a change."

"Say less," Matt said immediately, straightening up. "I’m in."

"Wait, what?" You blinked at him, surprised by his instant enthusiasm.

Nick and Chris exchanged looks before nodding in unison.

"Of course, we’re in," Chris said as if it were obvious.

"It sounds sick," Nick agreed. "Road trips are always a vibe."

"Yeah, and if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll get to sit next to me in the car," Matt added with a wink.

You scoffed. "If I’m lucky? More like unlucky."

"Don’t fight it," he teased, leaning a little closer.

Chris smirked and looked between the two of you. "Are we going to plan or is this just gonna turn into the Matt and Y/N show?"

"Shut up," you and Matt said at the same time, earning laughter from both Nick and Chris.

"So, we’re actually doing this?" Nick asked, his tone laced with excitement.

"Absolutely," you said firmly, already picturing the adventure. "I’ll start looking up campsites."

"And I’ll make sure the cooler’s stocked," Matt added, his gaze lingering on you with a playful intensity.

"Can we at least survive one evening without flirting?" Chris muttered, shaking his head.

"Not a chance," Matt shot back, grinning.

“Today’s Thursday. Let’s go Saturday morning so we have tomorrow to buy tents and groceries,” you suggested, pulling your knees up to your chest as you got comfortable on the couch.

“Saturday works for me,” Chris said, nodding. “Gives us enough time to figure everything out.”

“Tents? Groceries?” Matt’s brows furrowed in mock confusion as he leaned against the armrest of the couch, dangerously close to your shoulder. “I thought we were just winging it—grab some sleeping bags, raid the snack drawer, and call it good.”

“Yeah, because that worked so well last time we tried to plan something,” Nick shot back, rolling his eyes.

“Last time was fine!” Matt argued, throwing up his hands.

“You forgot the flashlight, the bug spray, and the actual sleeping bags,” Nick reminded him with a laugh.

Chris chimed in. “And we ended up eating cold granola bars for dinner because you didn’t think we’d need to bring food.”

“Okay, first of all,” Matt started, holding up a finger, “granola bars are a perfectly acceptable meal. And second—”

“Second, you’re not in charge of anything this time,” you cut him off with a grin.

Matt looked at you, feigning offense. “You wound me, Y/N.”

“You’ll live,” you teased.

“Barely,” he shot back dramatically, his gaze lingering on you for a second too long before he smirked. “But only if you promise to help me with the tent.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said with a shrug, trying to ignore the way your cheeks warmed under his playful stare.

Chris clapped his hands, pulling everyone’s attention. “Okay, so tents, groceries, a cooler for drinks, and a portable grill for cooking—what else?”

“Bug spray,” Nick said immediately.

“Flashlights,” Chris added.

“A playlist,” Matt said, leaning back with a satisfied grin.

Nick snorted. “Of course, that’s where your priorities are.”

“Hey, road trips need vibes,” Matt argued, shrugging. “I’ll even make it. Trust me, it’ll be fire.”

“That’s debatable,” you teased.

“Bet,” Matt said, raising a brow at you. “If it’s not the best playlist you’ve ever heard, you can... I don’t know, make me cook all the meals.”

“You cook?” you asked, skeptical.

He grinned. “For you? Sure.”

Chris groaned. “God, get a room already.”

“I’m literally sitting right here,” you said, throwing a pillow at him.

“So, we’re all set on supplies?” Nick interjected, trying to keep things on track.

“Not quite,” you said, a new idea forming in your head. “What if we invited more people? Like Sam and Colby?”

“Sam and Colby?” Chris repeated, his interest piqued.

“Yeah,” you said. “They’re always talking about how much they love the outdoors. Plus, they’d bring good energy.”

“And chaos,” Matt muttered, though he didn’t sound opposed.

“Come on, Matt,” you said with a grin. “You love chaos.”

“Fair point,” he admitted. “Who else?”

“Jake, Tara, Johnnie, and Carrington,” you added. “The more, the merrier, right?”

Nick looked thoughtful. “That could actually be fun. It’d feel like a whole squad trip.”

Chris nodded in agreement. “I like it. Plus, the more people we have, the less work for everyone. Sam and Colby can bring some of their ghost-hunting gear, too—imagine the stories we’d get around the fire.”

“Leave it to Chris to make camping spooky,” Matt said, shaking his head. “But fine, I’m in.”

“Of course, you’re in,” Nick said, smirking. “You’d go wherever Y/N goes.”

Matt didn’t miss a beat. “And you wouldn’t?”

Nick opened his mouth to argue but decided against it, raising his hands in surrender.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Okay, so we’ll text everyone tonight and see who’s in. Sound good?”

“Perfect,” Chris said.

“Better than perfect,” Matt added, leaning a little closer. “Especially since it means I get to spend a whole weekend annoying you.”

“Or I could just leave you at the campsite,” you quipped.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, his grin widening.

“You wanna bet?”

“Bet,” he said, his tone challenging but playful.

Chris groaned. “This is gonna be the longest road trip of my life.”

After hours of tossing around ideas and playful banter, the four of you decided to call it a night. The excitement of the impromptu camping trip had everyone buzzing, but you all knew you’d need the next day to prep.

You stretched your arms above your head and let out a yawn as Chris turned off the TV. “I’ll just crash here tonight,” you said, glancing at Nick. “That way, we can hit Target first thing tomorrow morning.”

Nick nodded, already standing up and stretching. “Makes sense. You know the spare blankets are in the hall closet.”

“Don’t even think about it,” you replied, narrowing your eyes. “I’m stealing your bed tonight. Your floor is all yours.”

Nick laughed. “Oh, is that how this works now?”

“Yes,” you said with a smug grin, crossing your arms.

“Fine, whatever,” Nick said with a dramatic sigh, heading toward the stairs. “I’ll sleep on the floor like the peasant I am. You’re lucky you’re my best friend.”

Chris smirked, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl. “If you two are done squabbling, I’m going to bed.”

Matt, who had been uncharacteristically quiet for the past few minutes, finally spoke up as he leaned against the doorway. “You know, if you wanted a real bed, Y/N, you could’ve just asked to share mine.” His grin was sly, and his eyes gleamed with mischief.

Your eyes narrowed at him, though you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. “In your dreams, Matty.”

“Every night,” Matt shot back, his tone dripping with playfulness.

“Okay, goodnight!” you said loudly, cutting off whatever comment was about to leave his mouth.

As Nick led you to his room, he glanced over his shoulder and smirked. “So… Matt, huh?”

You groaned. “What now?”

“You know what,” he said, stepping aside to let you into his room. “He’s been glued to you all night.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of Nick’s hoodies from the back of his chair and pulling it over your head. “Matt’s always like that. He lives to annoy me.”

“Not like that,” Nick said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “You seriously didn’t notice how flirty he was tonight?”

“Flirty?” you repeated, pausing mid-motion as you sat on the edge of his bed. “Matt? With me?”

Nick nodded, his expression serious but amused. “Like, extra flirty. He couldn’t stop staring at you. And the comments? Come on.”

You frowned, pulling your knees to your chest. “I don’t know… That’s just Matt being Matt, right? He teases everyone.”

“Yeah, but not like that,” Nick said. “Trust me, I’ve seen him flirt with other people, and this was different. He’s never that... persistent.”

You groaned again, burying your face in your hands. “I don’t know, Nick. Maybe he’s just messing with me.”

Nick chuckled. “If he is, he’s committing to the bit. And for the record, I don’t think he’s just messing with you.”

You peeked at him through your fingers, your voice muffled. “Why does this feel like high school all over again?”

Nick shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Because Matt has the emotional range of a teenager when it comes to you?”

You threw a pillow at him, your face burning. “Shut up.”

He laughed, dodging the pillow with ease. “I’m just saying, don’t be surprised if this trip gets... interesting.”

“Define ‘interesting,’” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“Let’s just say I wouldn’t be shocked if Matt tries to ‘accidentally’ share a tent with you,” Nick said, his grin widening.

“Absolutely not,” you said firmly, though the thought made your stomach flip in a way you couldn’t quite understand.

“Whatever you say,” Nick said, moving to grab a spare blanket from the closet. “But if he does, you owe me twenty bucks.”

“You’re so annoying,” you muttered, burying your face in the blanket as Nick laughed.

As the two of you settled in for the night, you couldn’t help but replay the evening’s interactions in your mind. Matt’s playful comments, the way his eyes lingered a little longer than usual—it all made your head spin.

You didn’t have a clue what had gotten into him, but Nick’s words stayed with you as you drifted off to sleep.

The smell of coffee brewing filled the Sturniolo kitchen as you stood by the stove, flipping pancakes onto a plate. The clock on the microwave read 8:12 AM, and the house was still quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old floors. You figured the boys deserved a little extra sleep before the chaos of the day began, so you’d taken it upon yourself to make breakfast.

By the time the bacon was sizzling, you heard the faint shuffle of footsteps behind you. Turning around, you saw Chris rubbing his eyes as he trudged into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Chef Y/N,” he mumbled, sitting at the island and resting his chin on his hand. “What’s all this?”

“Figured I’d make breakfast,” you said, sliding a plate in front of him. “Gotta fuel up for Target.”

Chris perked up, grabbing a fork. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“I do,” you teased, turning back to the stove.

One by one, Nick and Matt stumbled into the kitchen, their messy hair and half-open eyes telling you they were still waking up.

“Pancakes?!” Nick exclaimed, immediately reaching for a plate.

“Don’t touch mine,” Matt warned, sitting across from Chris and shooting a grin your way. “You really outdid yourself, Y/N. If you keep this up, I might have to keep you around permanently.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Keep me around? You’re lucky I haven’t left yet.”

Matt smirked, leaning back in his chair. “You’d miss me too much.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “Can you two not start flirting before 9 AM?”

Nick snorted, taking a big bite of his pancake. “Flirting? They’ve been doing this since yesterday. It’s like a bad sitcom.”

“Don’t encourage them,” Chris added with a groan.

“I’m sitting right here,” you said, placing the last of the bacon on a plate. “And for the record, Matt’s not my type.”

“Wow,” Matt said, clutching his chest dramatically. “That one hurt, Y/N.”

“You’ll survive,” you said with a smirk.

Once everyone was settled at the table, Chris cleared his throat. “By the way, I texted with Sam and Colby this morning. They’re in for the trip.”

You grinned. “Perfect. I’ll text Tara, Jake, Johnnie, and Carrington.”

Nick gave you a thumbs up as he stuffed his face with bacon, and Matt raised an eyebrow. “So, it’s gonna be a full-on party then?”

“Basically,” you said, pulling out your phone. “More people, more fun.”

It didn’t take long for your friends to respond. Tara was especially enthusiastic, sending a string of emojis in her reply, while Jake kept it simple with a thumbs-up. Johnnie and Carrington quickly followed with texts that said they wouldn’t miss it for the world.

“Okay,” you said, setting your phone down. “Everyone’s in.”

Two hours later, after cleaning up and getting ready, the four of you piled into Matt’s car. Chris took the driver’s seat, Matt claimed the front passenger side, and you were sandwiched in the back with Nick.

“You know, I could drive,” Matt said as Chris pulled out of the driveway.

Chris shot him a look. “You don’t trust me?”

“Not even a little,” Matt replied, grinning.

“Good,” Chris said with a smirk. “It’s mutual.”

The ride to Target was filled with music and bickering, mostly between Nick and Matt. By the time you arrived, you were more than ready to stretch your legs and get shopping.

“Okay,” you said as the four of you stood near the entrance. “We should probably split up. Matt and I can grab the camping equipment, and you two can handle the food.”

“Why do you get Matt?” Nick asked, crossing his arms.

“Because she can’t resist me,” Matt quipped, earning himself a glare from Nick.

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, grabbing Matt by the arm and dragging him toward the outdoor section.

“You love it,” he replied, a smug grin on his face.

The two of you walked through the aisles, pausing at the camping section. Matt immediately gravitated toward the tents, running his hand over one of the packages. “So, what are we thinking? Something roomy?”

“Something functional,” you corrected, scanning the options.

Matt picked up a box with a picture of a two-person tent on the front. “This one’s perfect—for you and me.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Yeah, no.”

“What? It makes sense,” he said, holding up the box. “We’d only need one tent for the both of us. Saves money, saves space—”

“And puts me in a nightmare,” you interrupted, grabbing a different box. “We’re getting four double tents. One for each.”

Matt sighed dramatically, placing the box back on the shelf. “Fine. But when you get scared in the middle of the night and come running to my tent, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You rolled your eyes, tossing a box into the cart. “You wish.”

“I do,” he replied smoothly, his smirk widening.

You ignored him and moved down the aisle to grab a few sleeping bags, though you could feel his gaze following you.

“You know,” Matt said as he picked up a lantern, “this whole trip would be way less fun without me.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” you said, trying to hide your smile.

By the time the two of you finished gathering camping supplies, you had a cart full of tents, sleeping bags, lanterns, and a portable stove. You met back up with Chris and Nick at the front of the store, their cart overflowing with snacks and groceries.

“Did you buy the entire snack aisle?” Matt asked, eyeing their cart.

“Don’t act like you’re not impressed,” Nick shot back, grinning.

Chris shrugged. “We like to be prepared.”

“Whatever,” you said, waving them off. “Let’s just check out and get this stuff loaded up.”

Saturday morning started early with alarms blaring at 6 AM. The house buzzed with energy as you and the triplets prepared for the road trip. Bags were double-checked, coolers filled, and snacks packed into the already-loaded Sturniolo van. By 8 AM sharp, you were on the road, and the excitement was palpable.

Matt took the first driving shift, with Chris riding shotgun. As usual, you sat in the middle row with Nick. But before pulling out of the driveway, Matt turned around in his seat, catching your eye.

“Y/N, if you want to switch spots with Nick, I’d be happy to have you closer,” he said with a wink.

Nick groaned. “Could you not?”

“Just offering,” Matt said, smirking as he started the van.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face.

By the time Matt pulled into the first stop around 10:15 AM, you were all more than ready to stretch your legs.

“Alright, pit stop,” Matt announced, turning off the engine. “Get whatever you need, but don’t take forever. We’ve got places to be.”

“Translation: Matt wants to rush so he can flirt with Y/N some more,” Chris muttered, earning a laugh from Nick.

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Chris,” Matt shot back, opening his door.

Everyone piled out of the van, and you immediately headed toward the convenience store to grab a drink and find the bathroom. As you browsed the drink cooler, you spotted Tara, Jake, Johnnie, and Carrington walking in.

“Look who decided to show up,” you teased as Tara ran up to hug you.

“Traffic was a nightmare,” Jake said, looking exasperated.

Johnnie grinned. “But we’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”

“Ready to rough it?” Carrington asked, grabbing a water bottle.

“More than ready,” you replied. “Let’s go outside before the guys start calling us.”

By the time you all regrouped at the parking lot, the energy was electric. Everyone was buzzing about the trip, and Tara was already planning photo ops for Instagram.

Matt leaned against the van, waiting for you with his signature smirk. “Took you long enough. Miss me?”

“Desperately,” you said dryly, brushing past him to put your drink in the cup holder.

As everyone settled back into their cars, Matt and Chris swapped places. Chris took over driving duties, with Nick calling shotgun this time. Matt, however, was quick to make his move, sliding into the backseat.

“Looks like it’s just us back here,” Matt said, buckling his seatbelt and giving you a playful nudge.

You sighed, trying to suppress a smile. “You could’ve stayed in the front.”

“And miss out on this quality time? No way,” he replied, leaning back and stretching his legs slightly. His knee brushed against yours, but he didn’t move away.

As the van pulled out of the rest stop, Matt leaned closer, his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear. “You know, this seat’s way more comfortable with you next to me.”

You turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “What’s your deal today? Did you eat extra sugar or something?”

“Can’t a guy just enjoy spending time with his favorite person?” he teased, his gaze flickering to yours.

“Favorite person?” you echoed, trying not to laugh. “Pretty sure that title belongs to Nick.”

Matt scoffed. “Nick wishes.”

“Hey!” Nick called from the front seat, craning his neck to look back. “What’re you two whispering about?”

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Matt replied smoothly, giving Nick a dismissive wave.

Chris glanced in the rearview mirror, clearly unimpressed. “Matt, if you keep this up, I’m kicking you out of the van.”

“Good luck finding someone else to charm Y/N,” Matt quipped, leaning back with a satisfied grin.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t deny the warmth creeping into your cheeks. For the next two hours, Matt kept up his antics, finding every excuse to lean closer or make some offhand comment that had you alternating between laughing and swatting him away.

By the time the van rolled into the campsite at 12:00 PM, you were equal parts annoyed and amused. As you stepped out and stretched, the others arrived in their cars, honking and waving.

The adventure was officially underway.

The group got to work setting up the tents, the campsite buzzing with activity as everyone figured out where to set up. Matt wasted no time staking out the spot directly next to yours.

“Dibs on this spot,” he announced loudly, dropping his bag dramatically beside your tent.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re awfully territorial for someone who just spent two hours driving.”

“Gotta keep an eye on you,” he said with a grin. “Make sure you don’t wander off and get lost.”

Nick rolled his eyes, setting up his tent on your other side. “More like he’s worried about someone else staking their tent here first.”

Chris, unbothered, pitched his tent next to Nick’s. “Yeah, because everyone’s just dying to camp next to Y/N.”

“Excuse me,” you said, feigning offense. “I’m an excellent tent neighbor.”

Matt leaned closer, his voice dropping to a mock whisper. “Don’t listen to them. I think you’re perfect.”

You groaned, trying to ignore the way your cheeks heated. “Focus on your tent before you end up sleeping under the stars.”

Sam and Colby were already laughing as they unrolled their shared tent on the other side of the campsite, while Tara, Jake, Johnnie, and Carrington wrestled with the poles of their massive four-person tent.

“This is like one of those team-building exercises,” Carrington joked, holding one end of the tent. “Except nobody knows what they’re doing.”

“Speak for yourself,” Jake shot back. “I’m practically a professional.”

Tara snorted. “Professional at what? Tangling ropes?”

Despite the banter, the tents slowly started taking shape, and once yours was done, you decided to take a break. The pull of the lake a little ways off was too strong to resist, and you headed there alone, enjoying the quiet as the others continued setting up.

The lake was stunning, its surface shimmering under the midday sun. You sat down on the grassy shore, taking a deep breath. As peaceful as it was, you couldn’t shake the strange knot in your stomach.

“Hey,” a familiar voice called out, startling you. You turned to see Matt walking toward you, his expression soft but curious. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly, though you weren’t convincing anyone, least of all Matt.

He sat down beside you on the ground, his knee brushing yours. “Come on. You don’t wander off like this unless something’s on your mind.”

You hesitated, looking out at the water. “I… I don’t know what’s going on, Matt.”

“What do you mean?” His brow furrowed as he leaned in slightly.

You sighed, struggling to find the words. “You flirting with me, Matt. You’ve never done that before, and we’ve been friends since kindergarten. But these past few weeks… it’s like you’ve flipped a switch or something.”

Matt stared at you for a moment, his mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came out. Finally, he let out a frustrated laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I… I… Fuck, can I just show you?”

You blinked at him, taken aback by his sudden intensity. “Show me?”

“Do you trust me?” he asked softly, his eyes meeting yours.

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding.

Matt didn’t wait for any more confirmation. He leaned in, his hand brushing against your cheek as his lips met yours. The kiss was tentative at first, almost testing the waters. You froze for a second, surprised, but the warmth of his touch and the sincerity behind it melted your hesitation.

Before long, you kissed him back, the tentative nature of it quickly giving way to something more urgent. Matt’s hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as his other hand rested on the ground beside you for support.

The world around you seemed to fade until the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you brought you both crashing back to reality.

You broke apart, whipping your head around to see Tara standing there, arms crossed and an amused smirk plastered on her face.

“I just wanted to let you guys know that lunch is ready,” she said, her tone teasing. “But I guess you were about to have your own lunch if I hadn’t caught you.”

Your cheeks burned as Matt groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “Tara…”

“Relax,” she said, waving a hand. “I’m not going to say anything.”

“Please don’t,” Matt said quickly, looking up at her. “Not yet.”

You nodded, your voice small. “Yes, please, Tara.”

Tara grinned and stepped forward, pulling you into a quick hug. “Of course, babes. Your secret’s safe with me.”

She shot Matt a knowing look before turning on her heel and walking back toward the campsite, leaving the two of you in stunned silence.

Matt ran a hand through his hair and let out a small sigh as he stood, brushing dirt off his shorts. “We’ll talk later, yeah?” he said softly, extending a hand to you.

You hesitated for a second before slipping your hand into his. His grip was firm and steady, and you let him pull you to your feet.

“Yeah,” you replied quietly, your heart still racing from everything that had just happened.

Hand in hand, you started walking back toward the campsite. Neither of you said much, but the silence wasn’t awkward. It felt… natural. His thumb brushed against the back of your hand a few times, and you could feel his warmth even in the cool afternoon breeze.

As the tents came into view, Matt slowed his pace slightly. You followed his lead, only letting go of his hand when you were close enough for the others to potentially see.

The rest of the day passed without much fanfare. Everyone was too busy settling in, unpacking, and making plans for the weekend to notice the lingering looks Matt kept shooting your way—or the way your gaze seemed to find him, no matter where he was.

By the time dinner rolled around, the group was gathered at the makeshift dining area near the firepit. The meal was simple but satisfying, and everyone chatted animatedly about their plans for tomorrow.

“I’m calling dibs on the best fishing spot,” Jake announced, pointing a fork at everyone.

“You don’t even know where the fishing spots are,” Chris countered, rolling his eyes.

“That’s why we’re exploring tomorrow,” Tara chimed in, nudging Jake.

As the conversation flowed, Matt’s shoulder brushed against yours, and you felt him subtly tap your leg with his knee under the table. When you glanced at him, he gave you a small, knowing smile, like you were sharing a secret no one else was privy to.

After dinner, the group moved to the bonfire, the flames crackling and casting warm, flickering light over everyone. The smell of burning wood filled the air as you settled into the circle of camping chairs. Unsurprisingly, Matt plopped down in the seat beside you.

The firelight highlighted the relaxed expression on his face, but you didn’t miss the way he kept stealing glances at you. Every now and then, his hand would brush yours as he adjusted in his seat, or his knee would bump yours as he leaned over to grab something.

“Hey, Y/N, you want a s'more?” Matt asked suddenly, holding out the makings of one.

You smiled. “Sure, thanks.”

He handed it to you, his fingers lingering just a little too long on yours. Chris, sitting across the fire, narrowed his eyes suspiciously but said nothing, instead turning his attention back to Sam and Colby, who were deep in conversation about tomorrow’s hike.

As the night wore on, one by one, people began calling it a night.

“I’m wiped,” Nick announced, stretching and yawning. “See you all in the morning.”

“Same,” Tara agreed, standing up and brushing off her shorts. “Don’t stay up too late, you two,” she added with a knowing smirk in your direction.

Once the others had all retreated to their tents, it was just you and Matt left by the fire. The crackling flames filled the silence as you both stared into the embers, the unspoken tension from earlier hanging between you.

“So,” Matt said after a moment, his voice quiet but steady. “About earlier…”

You glanced at him, your stomach flipping at the serious look in his eyes. “Yeah?”

He shifted slightly in his chair, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. “I know I kind of blindsided you with… all of that. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“You didn’t freak me out,” you said quickly, though your voice came out softer than you intended. “I was just… surprised, I guess.”

Matt nodded slowly, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the fire. “I’ve been wanting to say something for a while now, but I didn’t know how. And then, today, it just felt like… if I didn’t do something, I was gonna lose my mind.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “Say something like what?”

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Like… I like you, Y/N. More than a friend. More than I probably should. And I know we’ve been friends forever, and I don’t want to mess that up, but I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and raw. You felt a lump form in your throat as you tried to process what he was saying.

“Matt…” you started, your voice trailing off as you struggled to find the right words.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” he said quickly, his voice laced with vulnerability. “I just… I needed you to know.”

You hesitated for only a moment before the words tumbled out of your mouth. “I like you too, Matt.”

Matt froze, his eyes widening slightly as he processed what you said. Slowly, a smile broke across his face, one of those genuine, heart-stopping smiles that made your chest tighten.

“You do?” he asked softly, like he needed to hear it again to believe it.

You nodded, biting your lip to keep from smiling too much. “Yeah, I do. And… I think I have for a while.”

Matt let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “God, you have no idea how happy that makes me.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in again, his lips finding yours with a newfound confidence. This time, the kiss was less tentative, more assured. His hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he pulled you closer.

You melted into him, the warmth of the fire and the feel of his lips making your head spin. Time seemed to slow as the kiss deepened, his other hand resting lightly on your thigh.

You broke apart briefly, both of you catching your breath. Matt rested his forehead against yours, his voice low and slightly raspy. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

You smiled, your fingers lightly tracing the back of his neck. “So have I.”

The fire crackled softly, the world around you fading away again as his lips met yours once more. This time, the kiss grew more heated, his hands sliding down to your waist as you leaned closer into him.

“Matt,” you whispered against his lips, your voice barely audible.

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze filled with both concern and desire. “Yeah?”

“I need you,” you said softly, your cheeks flushing at your own boldness.

Matt’s breath hitched, his eyes searching yours for a moment. “You sure?”

You nodded, your voice steady this time. “Yeah. 100%.”

His lips curved into a small smile before he pressed them to yours again, this time with more urgency. Without breaking the kiss, he stood, pulling you gently to your feet.

“Let’s go,” he murmured, his hand intertwining with yours as he led you toward your tent.

As soon as the zipper of your tent was sealed, Matt turned to you, his eyes scanning your face like he couldn’t believe this was happening. He didn’t waste a second before his lips were on yours again, the kiss filled with a mix of hunger and tenderness.

Your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, tugging gently as he deepened the kiss. His hands rested on your waist, fingers toying with the hem of your sweatshirt as if silently asking for permission.

You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his. “You’re not wasting any time, are you?” you teased, your voice breathless.

Matt chuckled softly, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Can you blame me? I’ve been dreaming about this moment for years.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and without a second thought, you reached for the hem of your sweatshirt, tugging it over your head in one swift motion. Left in just your tank top and shorts, you felt a slight rush of nerves, but the way Matt’s eyes darkened with admiration erased any insecurity.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as his hands slid up your sides, resting just below your ribs.

Your cheeks burned at his words, but you didn’t have time to respond before his lips were back on yours, more insistent this time. You tugged at the hem of his shirt, signaling him to take it off.

“Off,” you muttered against his mouth, making him grin.

“Yes, ma’am,” Matt said playfully, pulling back briefly to yank his shirt over his head and toss it aside. His toned chest was on full display, the firelight from outside casting faint shadows that made him look impossibly good.

Your hands immediately found his skin, exploring the warmth of his chest and the faint muscles of his abdomen. He shivered slightly under your touch, his breath hitching as your fingers grazed a particularly sensitive spot.

“Not fair,” he mumbled, his hands slipping under the hem of your tank top. “You’re wearing too much.”

“Then do something about it,” you challenged, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

He grinned, his confidence returning as he slowly lifted your tank top, his fingers brushing against your skin and sending sparks through your body. Once it was off, he tossed it aside and took a moment to look at you, his eyes softening.

“You’re perfect,” he said sincerely, his voice laced with both awe and affection.

You felt your cheeks flush again, but before you could respond, his lips found yours once more. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer until there was almost no space between you.

The heat between you both was growing, your kisses becoming more passionate as his fingers traced the waistband of your shorts. You mirrored his actions, your hands moving to his waistband, tugging slightly to signal your impatience.

“Someone’s eager,” Matt teased, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

“Shut up,” you shot back, though your smile betrayed your playful tone.

Laughing softly, Matt hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, slowly sliding them down. You kicked them off to the side, leaving you in just your underwear. He quickly followed suit, shedding his own shorts and leaving the both of you equally vulnerable.

The air inside the tent felt electric, the weight of what was about to happen hanging in the space between you.

“Are you really sure about this?” Matt’s voice was low, almost a whisper, as his eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation. The flickering firelight from outside the tent cast soft shadows across his face, highlighting the nervous edge in his expression.

You nodded, your breath catching as his hands moved slowly, deliberately, brushing against your skin as they slid behind your back. His fingers trembled slightly as they found the clasp of your bra, pausing for just a moment. It was as if he was giving you one last chance to change your mind, his touch tentative yet electrifying.

“I am,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the wild beating of your heart.

Matt let out a quiet exhale, leaning in closer as he carefully undid the clasp, his lips curving into a faint smile.

The moment your bra slipped away, Matt’s hesitation vanished. His hands gently traced your sides before his lips found their way to your chest. He kissed your skin softly at first, then with growing hunger, his mouth closed around your sensitive peak.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he sucked gently, his tongue teasing in ways that sent shivers coursing through your body. His hands anchored firmly at your waist, pulling you closer as his mouth explored you with an intensity that left you breathless. Each flick of his tongue and graze of his lips ignited a fire that seemed to consume the space between you.

Completely lost in the moment, your hands began to wander, sliding down to rest against Matt’s hips. Your fingers traced over the waistband of his underwear before moving lower, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric.

You began to rub him gently, eliciting a low, shaky groan from Matt that only spurred you on. His head tilted back slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as he let himself give in to the sensation. The way his breath hitched with every movement of your hand sent a thrill through you, the tension between you growing impossibly thicker with every passing second.

"As much as I’m enjoying this, baby," Matt murmured, his voice low and laced with desire, his lips brushing against your ear. "We’re gonna have to skip the foreplay—and you’ll need to be quiet for me. Can you do that, hmm?"

His words were both a plea and a challenge, the suggestive edge in his tone making your pulse race. "We don’t want the others to hear, yeah?" he added, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as his gaze locked with yours, dark and full of promise.

You quickly nodded, your breath hitching as your hands slid Matt’s boxers down his thighs, exposing him fully. With a deep inhale, you pushed your own underwear off, leaving you both bare—completely vulnerable before each other.

Matt’s gaze roamed over you, his eyes filled with awe and something deeper. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if he couldn’t believe his luck.

A soft smile curved your lips as you reached up to touch his face. “You’re not so bad yourself, Matty,” you teased, your tone light but filled with affection.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, pulling you closer as if he never wanted to let go. The kiss deepened, filled with unspoken emotions, before Matt gently guided you onto your back. His body hovered over yours, his weight settling just enough to feel the warmth of his skin against yours, as the moment wrapped around you like a cocoon of intimacy.

You both lost yourselves in a heated kiss, your lips moving together with a mix of urgency and tenderness. Matt’s hand trailed down your body, his fingers finding your core with ease. He stroked your slit with deliberate, teasing movements, spreading your arousal.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice husky and filled with desire.

“Just for you, Matty,” you whispered back, your voice breathy and trembling with anticipation.

Matt positioned himself, the tip of him pressing against your entrance. He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting yours, searching for reassurance. When you gave a small nod, he pushed in slowly, drawing a low groan from deep within his chest.

“God, you’re so tight,” he gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

“So big,” you moaned softly, your hands gripping his shoulders as your body adjusted to him. The stretch was intense but intoxicating, and every sensation seemed to heighten the connection between you.

“Fuck, I wish we were alone right now,” Matt grunted, his voice a mix of frustration and raw desire as he moved inside you, his thrusts slow but deliberate. “I want to hear those little noises you make so bad.”

A quiet whimper escaped your lips, barely audible as you clung to him, your nails grazing his back. “Me too, Matty,” you whispered, your breath hitching as he angled his hips just right. “Needed you so bad.”

His movements faltered slightly, his lips brushing against your ear as he let out a low growl. “When we’re home, I’m not holding back,” he promised, his tone dark and dripping with intent. “I’m going to make you scream my name, over and over again, baby.”

“Yes, please,” you moaned softly, your voice trembling with anticipation as your body melted beneath his.

Matt’s lips found yours again, his kiss hungry and unrelenting. “You drive me insane, you know that?” he muttered against your mouth, his hands gripping your hips as he buried himself deeper. “You’re all I ever think about.”

The confession sent a wave of heat through you, your heart pounding in sync with his movements. “Matty,” you breathed, cupping his face and forcing him to meet your gaze. “You mean everything to me. I don’t think I could ever want anyone else.”

His eyes softened for a moment, the intensity of his feelings shining through as he leaned his forehead against yours. “You have no idea how much I love you,” he murmured, his voice cracking slightly.

Your response was instant, your hands threading through his hair. “Then show me,” you whispered, your voice laced with emotion.

And he did, pouring every unspoken word into each touch, each kiss, and every movement as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Your hips moved instinctively, rising to meet his as his rhythm grew relentless, the heat between you building to a fever pitch. His breath was hot against your ear, his voice strained and commanding as he growled, "If you grind into me just like that again, I swear I'll fill you so deep you’ll feel me for days."

The raw need in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, your hands clutching at his shoulders for support. "Yes, Matty," you whimpered, your voice trembling with desperation. "Please, I’m so close... I need you."

He groaned in response, his lips brushing against your jawline, leaving a trail of searing kisses down your neck. “You need me, huh?” he murmured, his pace quickening. “Say it again. Tell me exactly what you need.”

Your body arched into him, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his touch. “I need you to make me cum,” you gasped, your voice breaking as the tension coiled tighter within you. “Please, Matty. I want all of you.”

“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his hands gripping your hips as he thrust harder, deeper, the sound of your mingled breaths filling the room like a melody of desire. His voice dropped lower, rough and full of need as he whispered, “You feel so good. You take me so perfectly—every inch of you was made for me.”

The raw passion in his words sent a wave of pleasure rolling through you, your nails digging into his back as your body moved in perfect sync with his. “Matty,” you gasped, your voice trembling as you felt the edge drawing nearer, “I’m going to—”

“Not yet,” he interrupted, his tone commanding yet tender as he slowed his pace just enough to keep you teetering on the brink. “I want to feel you lose control completely when you let go. Hold it for me a little longer, love.”

You whimpered in protest, the ache in your core almost unbearable. “I can’t,” you pleaded, your voice breaking with desperation. “Please, Matty. I need to cum.”

His eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense, as he leaned in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. “Then cum,” he murmured against your mouth, his thrusts growing wild and relentless. “Let go for me now, baby. I’ve got you.”

The words shattered what little control you had left, your release crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your body trembled as he held you close, his own release following moments later, his groan vibrating through your skin as he spilled into you, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

For a moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breaths and the warmth of his body enveloping you. His fingers traced lazy circles on your skin as he whispered, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

You smiled softly, your head resting against his chest. “And you, Matty, are everything I didn’t know I needed.”

He chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “Good, because I’m never letting you go.”

The world faded away as you lay together, completely undone yet utterly whole in each other’s arms. His hand rested lightly on your waist, his chest rising and falling with every breath. Matt let out a quiet laugh, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Wow... that was just... wow," he said, his voice breathy but full of awe.

You smiled, still trying to catch your breath. "Yeah, we should definitely do that again," you teased, but the words faltered when you heard a loud voice from outside the tent.

"No! You two, go to sleep now," Nick yelled, clearly trying to sound stern, but his voice was thick with amusement. That fucker is trying not to laugh. "You weren’t as quiet as you thought. You can... uh, 'have fun' as much as you want when we’re back home. But not here!"

Your face flushed immediately, and you quickly buried it in Matt’s neck, unable to hide the embarrassment. Matt chuckled, his fingers gently running through your hair, trying to calm you down.

"Guess we're up for some major teasing tomorrow, huh, baby?" Matt whispered in your ear, his voice full of mischief.

You groaned, too embarrassed to even look up, but you could hear the laughter of the others outside. "I swear, I’ll never live this down."

“You’re so in for it when we get home.”

Taglist: @sophand4n4

[sketchehm]

Augh wait, completely non Canon but I just had an idea for like, if the cats were actually kids

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'I have an important message for you'

The message is followed by a three minute audio.

Finally, after hours of scrubbing through months and months of massages between Sapnap and his old family, they finally found something about his mission to infiltrate Team Mafia.

(Shadoune swears Sapnap wasn't on his phone this much. How did he find the time to text these two so much? How many times do you need to text someone a reminder to eat in one day??)

The phone is already connected to a speaker so they can all hear everything without having to circle around it, so there's only hesitante stopping them from pressing play.

This is what Sapnap was sent here to do. This spells out exactly the ways he was ordered to betray them.

Shadoune presses play.

"Hi Dad! Hiiiiiiiii" Two children voices come from the speaker, "We miss you lotssss!! I got the tiara you sent me! Me and Patches are matching now, we look like sisters!"

"Of course we do, we are sisters stupid."

Another child's voice sounds out, a little father away and a little deeper

One of the first two kids giggles, and there's a shuffle before the other's voice sounds again

"When are you coming back home? Pops and Papa say we should take down the Christmas decorations, but I like them!! Milo don't steal the phone! I'm asking Dad when he's coming home! Oh yeah... Dad we miss you a lot, will you be done with work soon?"

"You two..."

There's two tiny sad sighs

"We know... Be careful Dad, we love you lots! You need to tell us all the cool work stories when you get home! Yeah, we need like, 5 whole bed time stories when you come back! Love you bye! Byeeeeeeeee-"

The audio ends. There's pure silence in the room, a variation of shell-shocked faces all around. Serpias looks a little teary, and no one is quick enough to grab him before he rushes off, thankfully up to his room instead of to the basement.

"Creo..." Rich starts awkwardly, "Creo que eso es suficiente por hoy."

_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Honestly Serpias would probably run straight to Sapnap, but if anyone ever brought up his kids while he was in the basement he would murder them with his bare hands and I didnt know how to write that right now so... Serpias! To your room!

Serpias beloved 🥺

He just wants the best for Sapnap always and forever....

Serpias after going through every crisis and still not thinking straight, he makes a quick pitstop, shoving something in his pocket before going down to the basement in the dead of night.

Sapnap is actually awake with Dream this time. And when they see Serpias enter... Eyes bloodshot, sniffling, overall looking terrible.....well. Sapnap is beyond worried. He grabs Dream's arms tightly. He doesn't know what Serpias is gonna say.

"Lo siento."

It's quiet. Could barely hear it over his sniffling.

Sapnap thinks they're going to die.

Dream asks what's wrong. Tone dangerously grave.

"You....have children..."

Dream will tense. But Sapnap will be on his feet. Hands already gripping Serpias' shirt collar and slamming him against the door

"What happened with them?"

Serpias has never heard Sapnap so serious, so frightening. It's actually the first time he's heard Sapnap speak on his own without Dream.

Sapnap will scream in Serpias' face asking what happened. Threatening to make his death and everyone else's in this house slow and painful if they laid a finger on them. His eyes are wild. The kind of insane he's only witnessed watching Sapnap in the ring and taking down an opponent.

This is life or death to Sapnap he realizes.

George is waking up from the noise as Sapnap continues to yell and slam his head against the door. What happened. WHAT HAPPENED!

"NADA! SAPNAP HICIMOS NADA!"

Serpias can barely get it out. He feels dizzy. He might be bleeding.

"Then why are you sorry." Sapnap's cold tone hurts Serpias' more than scares him. Never wanting Sapnap to hate him ever. But he knew this would happen. Expected to be more than half dead by this point.

"For taking you away from them....They are alone..."

It's quiet again.

"Why are you saying this?" It's Dream. His tone is cold and calculating, something Serpias is familiar to. Welcomes it even. Something to focus on that isn't Sapnap's hatred.

"Para escaparé." He produces the keys in his pocket. They're for a car.

And Sapnap let's him go. Serpias feels really dizzy without the support now. The headache so overwhelming, he can't help close his eyes. He's out cold before he falls over.

When he wakes up he's in the infirmary with Farfa at the side of his bed. He can feel the headache of a concussion, the back of his head pounding. He notices the bandages wrapped around his head.

"Se fueron."

Serpias jumps at Farfa's voice. But once the words register, despite the incredible pain, he can't help but be relieved.

[strange-anni]

I forgot this one. When Max and El are ordering ice cream it's Max who gets the strawberry at first and El the vanilla ice cream. But that's not right so they need to trade.

Fusing is exactly what happens at the Steel factory

and before that there is the fusion of two men in a hospital

So yes, I think it fits very well. A factory for construction and fusion

I'm not surprised that out of all the three Fred is the one with the address on Cherry Street. He's also the supposed murderer with Survivor's guilt. It's likely another hint towards Will

And Chrissy lives on Popular Tree Road. That can't be real right? I mean I don't live in the US and I don't know the naming convention for streets over there but "Popular Tree Road" sounds just entirely made up. (by Will most likely)

I agree with Hawkins lab being a prison because it's entirely inside Will mind and it would not surprise me if Mike unbeknownst to him had something to do with it's creation.

Just trust me! (and Will most likely did)

It's Mike who brings up the fact that there is a military base under the Department of Energy. Mike is also a liar. (Credit for finding this out to @/thefirstlioveyou) I highly doubt it's true and I also do not think Ted ever said that. It's conspiracy stuff and Ted is not into that.

But Mike just thinks it's cool like he is fascinated by superpowers, Star Wars and supernatural things. I know this also speaks a ton of Mikes own issues here but it would not surprise me if Will believed him when he said that and incorporated it into his own mindspace. (at an earlier date as I don't think Mike said it all for the first time in S1)

There are also a lot more connections. Like the fact that the lab is an underground basement and the most prominent basement we see in the show is Mike's basement. Then there is the fact that the lab people use Polaroids while out of all the Moms/brothers we see making photos of the kids, it's Karen Wheeler who uses a Polaroid camera

It's not malicious. Not really. I think Will tried to create a place where he could hide or get help from and used Mike and the Wheelers as inspiration because he likes them a lot and feels safe when he's with them.

This post by @threemanoperation also has interesting things to say about the military facility being connected to the shed

I completely agree on the last part. El did exist before but only in Wills mind and took over to front the body whenever there was a need for it. She was there when the CSA happened and I don't think she understood entirely what was going on but she understood enough to know something was wrong.

There is also another layer to it. El can barely speak when she steps into the world making it unlikely for her to ever speak of all the a*use she suffered because she just doesn't have the words for it. (It's why I think age appropriate sex ed even for kids is so important. Give them the language to describe what happened to them and they will have an easier time speaking about it)

Yeah when Will vanished in 1983 Eleven stepped out of the lab for real and became real like some of the other alters. It's also possible that Will didn't need her for quite some time prior to that as Lonnie has been gone from his life. And then one day he didn't want to lie to Mike, told him the truth and suddenly there was need again as the Demogorgeon stepped out of Wills mindscape scaring Will into believing his father is father is back. So El and her superpowers were needed once again. She steps into the world and becomes real.

The bomb explodes

Btw do you have any idea on the ice part? Why "he likes it cold"? I've thought about it for a while and it just doesn't make any sense to me. At first I thought it might be related to Lonnies drugs. The best storage temperature for coke is 0-10°C (32-50°F) but I'm not sure if this is it. Like it's better to store coke in a cool environment but if it's too cold it can damage the drug as well. So I don't think that's it.

This is the source El finds in the void and it's twofold. It's the father. In this case it's Neil but he's just a stand-in for Lonnie.

The other source is the Steel Works warehouse BRIMBORN but that's not how it is presented to us throughout season 3.

It reads more like BRIMBORN as a shadow covers up the B pretty consistently, making us unable to read it

Warning for discussions of CSA under the cut

We also get the full address of the steelworks warehouse and it's

Brimborn Steelworks 6522 Cherry Oak Drive

This is how where the MF possessed Billy. Cherry Oak Drive

Lonnie also means oak tree

Max also tells us Billys full address

Billy Hargrove 4819 Cherry Lane

Billy lives on Cherry Lane but he lost himself and got possessed by the father at Cherry Oak Drive. A lane to drive on...

Source

Billy was a Cherry Lane at first until he got corrupted in the Cheery Oak Drive

Billy is short for William and a stand-in for Will

We also learn more about cherries and their availability

Hopper says there is no cherry in the 7-Eleven. Apparently they had only strawberry

That's not entirely true tough as we see with Alexei here. In fact it seems like they have only cherry and cola. But Hopper still drove there even though it was way out of his way. So I'm sure he would have gotten cherry if it were there, right?

Well, maybe it's more like an either/or situation with the Seven and the Eleven in which one number is the cherry and the other is the strawberry . Maybe they are mutually exclusive

As we've already seen though, it's Will who is already associated with cherries via association of Billy which in turn can only mean one thing

Eleven is the strawberry

But

In the end there is no difference. Cherry and strawberry taste the same. They are the same. Just sugar on ice

But what's a strawberry anyway?

Source

First of all of this goes with the Will Byers has DID theory.

For the longest time I was convinced that Will created Eleven on the day he vanished in the woods but I don't think that's what has happened any longer. I think she was there long before. Ready to take over whenever Will needed her to use her superpowers to absorb what he couldn't face.

That's why Eleven is a strawberry. She was there ready to save Will whenever Lonnie sold off his son to buy dr*gs. It's why there is still a cola next the cherry in the 7-Eleven. Coca-Cola or just coke. Other sources also say that a Strawberry is a woman who willingly sells se*ual favors to buy dr*gs. (although willingly is hardly the word I would use here)

In the beginning of the first season El could barely speak and was more like a child who didn't understand anything. This was also done for her protection throughout the years I think. The less she understood what happened, the better it is for her (or so the reasoning goes)

But she still understood the most important part

[lainska]

congrats on the pronouns #bewhoyouare

thank you :))

[puppyeared]

I just skimmed through the art part of your blog and holy bajeebus your LMK art is so beautiful and the headcanon ideas you come up with are so good I wanna steal em-

Kinda wanna see like a part 2 of the little angst you did between MK and Macaque a while ago. It's so interesting and I wanna see Macaque's reaction in your art style. (You don't have to of course, it's just a suggestion [idk if i spelled that right])

Thanks for reading and hope you have a good day/night!

Hope this is to your liking ^^

Part one here

[valhallavalgrace]

How are you adjusting to the whole Norse mythology situation?

LEO: I’ve mostly been bugging some of the older einherjar, and Hunding, a little bit, to figure this place out. Do you know how cool it is that some people have been here since the industrial revolution?? There's no way that I'm the first of my dad's kids to make it here. I just don't know who to talk to about it.

((Leo's coping mechanism re: Norse mythology is just hating himself more bc of course he doesn't belong in his own afterlife. but he won't admit that to anyone bc he doesn't know who can be vulnerable with.))

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[guinevereslancelot]

starting to kind of date someone right before christmas is so stressful fr. do i get him a gift or what we've been on two dates but i'm seeing him tonight n it's christmas eve.....but what if he didn't get me anything then it will be weird.....

[soft-serve-soymilk]

Inigo loves Archie so much it kills him inside :’)

[percyjacksonfan3]

Okay I will admit I was nervous going into Chalice of the Gods but I did love it

[girlivealwaysbean]

real

[3amfanfiction]

Thinking about you telling husband!simon that you want a divorce. You still love him just as much as the day you married him but you can’t take the constant fear every time he’s gone on deployment, wondering if you’re about to become a widow, if his enemies have caught him, if they know about you.

Simon stays silent, listening to you. You think he understands, that he agrees. You take his silence as assent that you’re on the same page.

He holds you while you cry, telling you it’s going to be okay. You’re his strong girl, you’re gonna get through this, he’ll always be here for you.

When you’ve finally exhausted yourself you don’t even fight as Simon ushers you into the bathroom, using a cool wash cloth to wipe your face and help you get ready for bed. He pulls you under the covers and takes his place behind you, knees bent into yours, arm wrapped around you with his palm on your chest, fingers just barely touching the base of your throat.

You can accept this. One last night of comfort before the harsh reality of morning. You sear it into your memory to get you through whatever the days ahead might hold.

The problems start next morning

Simon acts like the conversation last night never happened. He was up before you and got breakfast ready. You woke to the smell seeping into your room.

When you make your way into the kitchen Simon just greets you with a morning lovie and a bussed kiss to your temple before going back to the stove. The same thing he’s done dozens of times in the past.

When you remind him of the conversation last night he shrugs it off. You’re allowed to have your feelings but I made a vow. You’ll be my wife until death do we part.

This is the theme for the following week. Simon continues to act as if nothing has changed. He goes to the grocery store to pick up food. Cleans the bathroom when Saturday rolls around. Fucks you until you’re seeing stars. Shh shh love, I’ve got you. I know. You’re just scared. It’s okay. I’ll always be here.

Finally you break and ask him flat out why won’t you leave? I broke up with you. I don’t want to be in a relationship with you anymore Simon! I can’t be in a relationship with you any longer!

Simon just pulls you into his arms, tucking you under his chin.

I’ll never let you go love. I am your husband and I’ll keep being your husband until the day I die. And you best believe I’ll be finding you in whatever passes for the next life too. No don’t cry sweetheart. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.

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[flwrkid14]

I need an AU where Danny and Tim accidentally become the most feared vigilante power couple in Gotham, and they don’t even realize it.

okay, listen—Tim is the master planner. He’s meticulous, always two steps ahead of the rogues, the League, even Batman. Then you’ve got Danny, who’s literally a half-ghost superhero with insane powers. And here’s the thing: they don’t mean to be terrifying. They’re just doing their thing, but together? Gotham villains are shaking.

Imagine Danny using his ghost powers to help Tim patrol. Tim’s grappling onto rooftops, doing his usual stealthy vigilante thing, and meanwhile, Danny’s just casually flying through walls and scaring the absolute crap out of criminals. They’re mid-heist, and suddenly, this glowing kid shows up, phasing through the vault door like it’s nothing. No one’s prepared for a ghost that can literally disappear and reappear wherever he wants, while Tim is in the shadows, taking them down one by one. It’s like horror movie levels of fear for Gotham’s rogues.

The rogues start trading horror stories about the ‘ghost that haunts Gotham’s streets.’ No one knows his name, but they’ve all seen him—pale, glowing, and grinning like he’s enjoying the chase a little too much. And right next to him? That’s Red Robin, cool as ever, silently calculating every move while his ghost partner freaks people out.

Even the Batfam starts to notice. At first, Bruce doesn’t think much of it. Tim’s been working with new people before. But when reports start coming in about how terrified the villains are—like, they’re surrendering before the fight even starts—Bruce is curious. Then he catches wind of the ghost rumors. Now that gets his attention.

Cue the Batfam having no idea what to do with this information. Dick thinks it’s hilarious—‘Timmy? Scary? No way.’ Jason’s a little jealous, not gonna lie—‘So you’re telling me Tim’s haunting the criminals of Gotham, and I’m not invited?’ And Damian? Damian respects it. Ghostly intimidation tactics are just practical in his eyes.

But Tim? Tim’s just trying to do his job. He doesn’t even realize they’ve become the city’s most terrifying duo. Meanwhile, Danny’s having the time of his life. Scaring bad guys? Sign him up. Especially when it makes Tim roll his eyes fondly every time Danny phases into a room with a smirk, all like, ‘What? It works, doesn’t it?’

And yeah, Danny absolutely does the ‘Boo!’ thing just to mess with people. Criminals are terrified, the Batfam is confused, and Tim is stuck between exasperation and amusement because of course his boyfriend is thriving on this ghostly reputation.

Give me a Tim and Danny who become an absolute nightmare to Gotham’s underworld. Give me a Tim who doesn’t realize he’s terrifying, and a Danny who knows it and leans in. Because Gotham deserves to be haunted by a ghost, and Danny’s just the guy for the job.