#matpat x male reader

[amaritious]

the pharmacy (unfinished)

you and detective mat get a little.. buddy buddy in the pharmacy and almost get caught.

you bring him unbearably close, his glasses press slightly against your flushed cheek. the pharmacy feels stuffed with the heavy breaths eliciting from your mouths. "hey-" mat mumbles out as you remove his brightly coloured glasses.

"what?" you ask, "i'm just making life a tiny bit easier, you need a break from those."

"me and those glasses are a package deal whether you like it or not," silence. then a hefty sigh. "you're lucky your hot," he says, whispering the last word.

"why thank you, you don't look so shabby yourself, mr. straight guy."

"shut up."

then you pull his face into yours, you're both hungry to kiss each other again. his lips were like poison, the taste lingered on your lips and you wanted more. he squeaks slightly as you chuckle against his slight chapped lips. your hands are propped up on the counter, his back facing it. you knocked over the candy jar sitting on the marble in the process but you couldn't care less.

KNOCK KNOCK

the sound of knocking boomed, but the two of you ignored it. the both of you were out of sight so it seemed safe, until the door came crashing open with a dramatic sound effect.

"HEY BITCHES!" nikita had just started to yell hands up in the air, too busy being a queen to notice the smothered hair, swollen lips and heavy panting. people were to slowly start trickling in so, out of fast reflexes, mat pushed you to the ground where there had conveniently been a first aid kit nearby.

a/n LOL i'm pretty sure this got finished but i did it on ao3 so the draft deleted itself after a while. however, i wanted to post this since i thought about this for weeks.

[justvincentorvinny]

Escape the night season 3

Matpat x male reader

(I just got this idea, ✨friendship✨)

How...?

You are the bodyguard, so how did you manage to let Mat, the ONE person you dedicated your life to protect, die? Everyone saw that his death affected you and Rosanna the most. The good thing, Rosanna was still somewhat sane...but you? You weren't taking this too well...After all, you made a promise to protect him at all costs, yet you failed at that.

W̶h̶y̶ b̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ c̶o̶n̶t̶i̶n̶u̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶o̶ g̶o̶ o̶n̶..?

No..he would have want you to continue. He would want you to escape Everlock. He would want you to stay positive! Yeah, just keep being positive! Haha...positive...Something you're trying to be, but how could you? It was your fault he's not here...it's your fault for not being able to save him...it's your fault...

I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶f̶a̶u̶l̶t̶.̶.̶.̶

You laugh a bit, yeah....it was your fault....even when Rosanna and Joey and everyone says it wasn't, it was your fault...you know this, and it drives you crazy...crazy enough to just volunteer yourself to that next challenge and not do anything. Cause let's face it...you couldn't save Mat, what makes you think you could save or protect anyone else? You didn't even bother to try and solve the challenge, but as your death was near, you just couldn't help but smile...because in the end, Mat's death was and forever will be...

A̶l̶l̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶f̶a̶u̶l̶t̶.̶.̶

A̶l̶l̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶f̶a̶u̶l̶t̶.̶.̶

A̶l̶l̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶f̶a̶u̶l̶t̶.̶.̶...

[2-fast-2-curious]

Pretty please matpat m4m Audio <3

This one is more of a M4A Sleep Aid

[M4A] [M4F] [M4M] Feeling sad? Let me hold you.

[Sleep-Aid] [Romantic] [BFE] [Cuddles] [Head on Chest] [L-Bombs] Brief [Back Rubs] [Comfort] [26:53]

Creator Reddit: u/Mister-So-N-So

[louislovesdilfs]

Homesick (part 2)

Happy 60th Doctor Who anniversary! how could I not release the second part of this fic today, this is a bit long but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway.

sources: MatPat (film theory) and r/gallifrey on reddit (it was a debate so I took informations from different people and kind of mixed them together to work with something reliable,sort of)

pairing: 9th/10th Doctor x male!reader

please dont take anything I say about Doctor Who universe for canon, this may or may not be true, some of these are just theories, take them as such.

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"I told you I didn't like him, right?" Y/n says getting in the TARDIS, he sits on the yellow seats near the console lookin at Rose tilting his head a little, The Doctor chuckles as he watches the young man teasing Rose.

"oh please Y/n, just admit you were jelous" she scoffs teasing him back, they're talking about Rose new 'Boyfriend' Adam, he turned out to be as dumb as a donkey...no poor donkey he is as dumb as a rock.

"jelous? of that guy? tsk" he says almost offended by Rose's statement, he wasn't jelous, jelous of what? Rose? yea right...she's like his little sister, she looks a lot like his actual sister...or how she would look like now...anyway The Doctor flirts with Rose too and it doesn't bother him, it does bother him when The Doctor flirts with anybody else but that's totally unrelated.

"got all defensive now have you?" she teases him with a victory smirk on her face, Y/n tho ignores her turning to The Doctor who's grinning while messing with the console.

"Y/n is right tho, he got a hole in his head." The Doctor points out, Y/n smiles at him and they bump fists as Rose sighs

"two against one, so unfair" she says as the two men laugh looking at each other.

----

"is that a good idea?" Y/n asks genuinely concerned, Rose wants to see her father when he was still alive, she wants to witness his death, legit of course but absolutely not a good idea.

"I just want to know how he was." she says, a but of sadness in her voice,

"I'm not judging you, it's jus- it's ok watching your parents' wedding but witness his death?" Y/n says again, he knows about witnessing a parent death and it's not great, definitely not something he wants to repeat

"how would you know?" Rose doesn't actually snap at him, it's a genuine question born from his concern, he looks away not wanting to answer at first so The Doctor interrupts them

"he's just worried, and so am I Rose" The Doctor says resting a hand on Y/n's shoulder, the man probably understood, he can see Y/n's been trough something and doesn't want to share, after all The Doctor does the same thing.

"I want to see him." she says firmly, Y/n and The Doctor let out a defeated sigh

"your wish is my comand, just be careful what you wish for" The Doctor says pressing some buttons.

As Y/n predicted things went terribly, Rose did manage to adjust the mess she made anyway, the three are silently walking to The TARDIS but Rose is looking at Y/n and then at The Doctor who shifts his gaze from the floor to her and then him before shaking his head lightly at Rose.

"Y/n" she calls turning to him ignoring The Doctor

"yes?" he turns to her not suspecting anything

"do you have a family?" she asks, rightfully Y/n thinks, they both oepend up, The Doctor talked about the Time War and his planet, Rose made them witness her father's death and in general they always tell some stories from their past, Y/n doesn't, it did make the both of them curious even if The Doctor didn't want to admit it.

"once." he sighs and he is thinking about stopping there but seeing the curious gaze of his friends makes him give in.

"we were four, my dad, he was a lawyer, worked until his last day on earth, my sister...she...she was so sweet, she looked like you Rose.." he says looking at her, she did look like her sister, it was painful yet beutiful in his eyes.

"she disappeared, probably kidnapped." he says but his ideas on the matter where slightly different, he could ask The Doctor to go back just to have the answers but he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to know if she's dead. He wants to keep hoping.

"my mother died when I was 7, she died in front of me, she wanted to help a poor man on the road, he then tried to kiss her and she rejected him, he gave her 50 stabs, I was there, I witnessed it all. He wasn't a poor man and she wasn't his first victm. The police didn't arrive on time and he was running away. I grab his knife and- " he stops, his hands closed in fists as his eyes are holding back tears. The Doctor brushes his knuckles and holds his hand as soon as Y/n lets him. Rose looks at the two men hesitating before hugging Y/n, she didn't want to ruin the moment between the two.

"he will stay on a wheelchair for the rest of his life." he says looking at The Doctor and holding his hand tightly as he rests the other on Rose's shoulders accepting the hug. After a while she lets go of him and the three enter The TARDIS but she notices, the two men are still holding hands, they're sharing a grief, both of them are alone in this world, the look in their eyes is similar, Rose sees it, do they?

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to be honest all the time Y/n wasted flirting with Jack gave him something else to thinks about even if that would mean having the burning stare of The Doctor on his neck. His mind was repeating the same things, over and over: there is no escape, they're all going to die, what if Rose gets turned in one of them? what if The Doctor is the one? can't go home without him, they're going to be stuck there, forever, die like this, being emptied out...what a pathetic way to die. He wakes up from his thoughts, the group is not far from him still they sound distant, maybe cause he's not paying attention to them, something in the room feels wrong, something is off even if it's hard to recall what precisely. He sees it tho, after a few minutes, the little boy behind her, it's too late to yell at them to run, it's too late to warn Rose but something makes Y/n's legs move as fast as they could putting himself between Rose and the kid, he feels the touch of the tuny hand and the only thing he can do now is turn to face the others,

"Run" Y/n says with a pale face, what an idiot he is, sacrifice himself, the thought of it almost makes him chuckle,

"Y/n-" Rose tries to say something but the young man shakes his head interrupting her,

"no, I won't let that happen again. Go. it was good while it lasted." that's all he can say, the thing is pushing in his throat, it draws blood as it makes its way to the surface, it hurts, it's all so painful, he shuts his mouth trying to hold back the infamous words he feels in his throat; he helds back tears too, Y/n doesn't want them to see him that vulnerable, it's so pathetic. He couldn't let Rose die, he couldn't let that happen, not again, she...not her, not now.

"You're not going to die, Y/n, that's a promise" The Doctor says in a deadly serious tone, he looks mad, maybe at himself for allowing this to happen.

"go..m-mom-" Y/n falls to his knees before the complete dark, he doesn't see anything, he feels his body moving but has no control of it, that is his end, that's where he will stay for the rest of eternity but then a familiar voice brings him back to reality.

"Y/n!" Rose says as the young man opens his eyes,

"Rose? what?" he asks puzzled, he looks at her as she smiles widely. Rose pulls him in a tight hug and he allows her to do so, he's happy she's okay and apparently he is too. The Doctor joins the hug too as Y/n hugs him even tighter, The Doctor laughs shaking his hand in Y/n's hair messing them up a bit.

"you thought you lost me didn't you?" Y/n asks smiling at the man, the smile was genuine, The Doctor stares at the young man for a while thinking how complicated this guy is, there are worlds to discover in Y/n, worlds.

"you doubted me didn't you?" he asks offended but still smiling, his smile is wide, he's so happy to see Y/n again, he did think he lost him for a second,

"answer a question with a question?" he shots back looking in The Doctor's eyes with a cheeky smirk,

"avoiding to answer the question?" both of them laugh leaving Rose in confusion,

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"oh god oh shit!" Y/n says looking at the glass bridge, he is in some sort of game he doesn't remember how he got in or when he just know he is there, he needs to play to survive, squid game style, indeed the game he needs to play is exactly like the one in the show, 18 sets of pannels, the players have to jump on one of them and hope the glass they jumped on is the tempered one, if not they fall dying, Y/n hates the game, it's generally decided by random coin flips, worst case scenario we have 18 deaths, best case scenario 0 deaths but the chances are more than just low.

The chances for the first in line to get everything right are 1 in 262.144 wich gives and average of 9 deaths, meaning: first 6 people are screwed with less than 5% chance of survival while going 13th and later the chances grow to 95% or better. Y/n knows it, it doesn't take long to do the math, he chooses his number, 13, he's the 13th in line the game for him goes smoothly but he will always remember the screams he heard while the other fell in the nothingness. Once on the other side the bridge explodes and all the pieces of glass hit Y/n everywhere leaving him tiny cuts all over, he is a bloody mess and as soon as The Doctor rescues him he notice the lucid eyes of his.

"you ok?" he asks brushing the other man's hand in a caring way, Y/n doesn't answer, he just nods. lies.

Later on, The Doctor, Rose and Y/n are on floor 500, as Rose's speaks

"suppose" she says and The Doctor turns to her

"what?" he asks, Y/n turns to her too, hoping she has a good idea

"nothing" she shakes her head still thinking

"c'mon Rose, spit it out" Y/n sighs, his face still covered in tiny cuts and bruises bleading from some of them.

"No, I was just thinking. I mean, obviously you can't, but, you've got a time machine. Why can't you just go back to last week and warn them?" she says, The Doctor and Y/n both shake their head, it was a nice try, not good enough but nice.

"As soon as the Tardis lands in that second, I become part of events, stuck in the timeline." The Doctor explains but then he rants about something, it isn't clear to Y/n even if he can understand half the things he says, he learns fast and really smart but yet something about this Delta Wave and crossing his own timeline seems off and wrong, too late to understand it tho, the TARDIS starts to move Y/n rushes to the door before it closes shut but they don't lead where Y/n wishes, a vortex is what he finds, he falls in it as he hears Rose shouting his name and then the TARDIS door closing.

Y/n risked his life tons of time with The Doctor, he did always end up alive tho, The Doctor was such a brilliant man, it didn't last as long as Y/n wished; that's what his mind thinks before the pain, he's falling while the time winds shred his body, the pain is excruciating, he can't scream, he can't cry, he can't even breath; the air is stuck in his lungs while all his body gets older, he can feel his organs failing, but it gets also younger, his cells go back to when they were born. His body tries to heal itself as fast as it can, it borns and dies a countless amount of times.

His mind sees everything, every point in history, he's there. He has always been there. His brain gains informations it shouldn't get, too much he feels it melt, it isn't tho, no, no it is expanding itself in a painful process, as slow as it is quick. Time is relative, past, present, future...and then the end. He's back, a gold light makes him come back, it's like his heart beats twice, his chest hurts, his head hurts, his eyes are complitely red, blood is where is supposed to be white, he sees The Doctor, his Doctor kissing Rose...she's alive, he's alive...Y/n closes his eyes but a smile is formed on his lips as a tear runs down his cheek before the dark.

When his eyes open he is inside of the TARDIS, Rose is on the ground, alive but probably unconscious, The Doctor is near the console shining in the same gold light, Y/n understands something is going to change, his mind is still hurting him but that doesn't stop him from standing up ignoring the pain in his body.

"Y/n, oh you're so stubborn, you couldn't just stay in the TARDIS huh?" The Doctor says while his hands glow, it's not as pretty as before, it looks wrong.

"you're dying are you?" he says looking at the man's hand, The Doctor smiles shaking his head

"Timelords regenerate, we change appearance to cheat death, It's the last time you're seeing me with this face, Y/n" he says looking at the young man, he's looking at him like this will be the last time he will be able to do it, Y/n gets closer but The Doctor steps back telling him to stop, Y/n doesn't, he gets closer to the man touching his cheek with his right hand, no words are spoken between the two, just an understanding look, a stolen kiss, quick, meaningless.

Rose wakes up in time for The Doctor's goodbye, a burst of golden light and then a new face, he surely looks handsome, messy hair, cheeky smile, he's good looking for sure.

"where was I? ah yes..Barcellona!"

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as everyone is celebrating the Sycorax leaving Y/n feels like he already saw it, he knoes something is wrong as he looks at The Doctor faking a smile to avoid ruining the moment, but Y/n can't lie to The Doctor, he always seems to see right trough his lies sometimes. He gets closer looking at the young man

"what?" he asks, new voice, new accent...it's difficult for Y/n to see his Doctor in this man

"something is about to happen" and as he says that the Sycorax spaceship explodes attacked by 5 green beams that steak up in the sky

"what is that? what's happening?" Rose asks as her smile disappears quickly, Y/n stares at Harriet with fire in his eyes, not thinking about why he knew something was coming, it doesn't matter now, he feels his blood boil as he he grits his teeth before speaking in a very low voice

"they killed them." he says and then turns to The Doctor, the man sees the fury in Y/n's eyes but understands it, he shares the same anger, Y/n whispers something to The Doctor and he nods getting closer to Harriet's assistant, five words, and she's done. 

"Oh, it's beautiful. What are they, meteors?" Rose asks looking at the sky,

The Doctor dressed up with a brown suit and a long coat on top, he's wearing white converse which Y/n, who loves sandshoes, appreciates about this new Doctor,

" It's the spaceship breaking up in the atmosphere. This isn't snow, it's ash." he explains looking at the sky as well

Y/n stays behind, watching the two of them, he listens to the conversation, he doesn't want to interrupt them, he doesn't want to be the third wheel really,

"Well, back to the Tardis. Same old life." he says looking at Rose

" On your own?" she asks biting her nail a but unsure about his answer, Y/n scoffs silently, of course not, look at him, the man is lost.

"Why, don't you want to come?" The Doctor asks her raising his eyebrows

"Well, yeah." she says and in that moment Y/n interrupts leaning against the TARDIS

"I'm invited too right? just checking" he asks crossing his arms

"I'd love for the both of you to come" The Doctor says looking at Y/n and then at Rose, she takes Y/n hand dragging him near them, and then she takes The Doctor's too, they start pointing at the stars asking in which direction they should go, wherever will do, for the first time ever Y/n is actually feeling good about something.

[royalgamerwritez]

why hello there, would you be so kind if you do matpat smut?

would you do mack (sub) x male!reader (dom)?

i am so sorry but i am unsure who Mack is I am so so sorry

[malereaderfanfics]

Matpat x Male Reader

It’s 2:20am, I have no excuses, I want to die, but it was nice to actually start writing again though I have no idea why the reader character is such a mess in this so I guess I’m self-projecting.

Warnings: bad writing, swearing, awkward shite and bad flirting.

The stream had hit a bit of a rough patch, Matt was stuck in an area and neither of you knew what to do to progress. Being the good sidekick you are you took to chat to help while Jason actually googled what to do, but your efforts, while futile, became a new source of entertainment. The video had become like a Q&A, you weren’t complaining, it was fun, getting a few answers from Matt but mainly from yourself and a few discussions were had.

“smol_bean_ben asks: who’s your favourite theorist with like fifty smirk emojis,” you chuckled, “Austin, obviously,” as Matt gave you a look, one eyebrow raised and looking expectant, you grinned, the expression sent heat to your cheeks. “Awww, jealous much?” Matt, slightly flustered, focused back on the game.

“Shuddup...”

“Heh. Okay! Errr... piozzza asks: “What’s your ideal partner?” you couldn’t help but glance at Matt after reading the question, then severely hoping that neither him or the stream noticed. “Uhh... Good question...” Leaning back on the couch you pretended to think for a bit, then sat back up and started talking again. “He’d probably have to be smart, I wanna be able to have a stimulating conversation,” you saw Matt’s head nod, hopefully in agreement, “I don’t really know, leather jackets are kinda my thing, geeky and into games,” you knew you were starting to blush so you decided to stop, shrugging in an attempt to appear nonchalant. Jason started talking just seconds after you’d finished, instructing Matt on how to progress. You dared a peek at chat.

Did anyone else notice that he basically described MatPat?

Sooooooo ur ideal partner is Mat

I smell a ship

matpat x y/n, the new sensation in the shipping community

Your cheeks were burning at this point as you kept reading the ever flowing chat.

“Y/n, you okay?” Matt’s voice made you jump, hiding it as best you could, you grinned at him.

“The chat’s shipping us,” you laughed, Matt seemed to pause for a minute, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh yeah? Is it because when you were describing the ideal man you were basically writing Matt a love letter?” Jason laughed, you stuttered inarticulately a few times before laughing awkwardly, hiding behind your arm for the first time in a good few years and flopping backwards onto the couch.

“Fuck off, Jason...” you muttered jokingly, realising that you could’ve pretended to shrug it off but instead you’re a flustered mess slowly curling up on the couch under Matt’s gaze. The chat was still going wild, a small glance showed that they were freaking out about your childish fluster. “Apparently I’m looking adorable right now, this is cyberbullying,”

Matt chuckled “I mean they’re not wrong,” the statement alone was enough to shock you out of your cocoon of arms and stare, mouth agape and just thinking holy shit what the fuck is happening. “Yeah, they’re definitely not wrong,” the pure look of adoration in his eyes made your heart hammer in your ears, you knew you were a flustered mess and knew if anything else were to escalate you were going to go into some form of shock. Jason was laughing his ass off, having to muffle himself with his hands. You held eye contact with Matt, trying to calm yourself in the most inefficient way possible, he looked as if he wanted to do something, but he shook his head and grinned, leaning forward slightly and dropping his voice to a whisper. “Did you want to go calm down?” you nodded, unravelling yourself and walking out of the room.

The kitchen seemed alien to you at this moment, the sink unknown technology, the water you drank a calming elixir and the cool breeze coming through the window heaven to your heated face. You’ve never quite been that flustered before, it was unpleasant, but in a weird way you felt as if you would go through it again just because it was Matt.

I mean they’re not wrong. Yeah, they’re defiantly not wrong.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, he openly called you adorable, and the look in his eye said it was genuine.

You don’t know how long you stayed there, leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking water and slowly calming down. But the one thing you did know is that you sure as hell weren't going back in any time soon, for now you just enjoyed the strange serenity that the kitchen provided. You breathed.

“Hey, y/n, you okay?” Matt’s voice made you jump, quickly placing your cup down before you dropped it. Looking up at Matt, he looked apologetic, almost guilty. “Sorry about earlier, I-I went too far and made you uncomfortable, I shouldn’t have assumed you were actually talking about me, I mean, Jason was only making a joke and-”

“Holy shit Matt, I was talking about you,” the words came out in the same fashion as Matt’s word salad. “I can’t even spell subtlety let alone be subtle,” you laugh despite yourself, you’ve calmed down enough and were so amused by Matt’s apology that consequences were laughable at this moment.

“Wait, really?” the tone of hope in his voice made your heart flutter, and you nodded. “Wow, uh, that’s amazing, I, um...” he cleared his throat, “Yeah, you’re pretty perfect to me too,” he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting away and a rosy colour tinting his cheeks.

“Holy...” you whispered, unable to process exactly what he just said, stuttering incoherently a few times seemed to kick Matt out of his small fluster.

“Hey, umm, y/n?” you look up at him again, “Can I kiss you?”

This time you didn’t need to hear it twice, the only answer you gave was stepping forward and softly, slowly kissing him, cupping his cheek. Matt was shocked, obviously, just was quick to respond, kissing back with a want that could not be replicated. You felt him pull closer to you, hands roaming your back before settling, it felt so natural to you that it was almost overwhelming.

As you slowly pulled back, you kept your eyes closed for a little before looking him directly in the eye, a stupid little grin spreading across your face.

[oceandeviancy]

Fandom List and Rules

I see you show interest in having me write something for you! I do have rules with what you can request.

Masterlist

Rules:

1. You may not request NSFW fics of content creators. You may only request SFW platonic/romantic stories. Please be respectful of their boundaries!

2. As I am asexual, I would generally prefer to avoid writing NSFW however, if I like your idea, I will write it! It will just take longer and might not be as good. The Reader will be written as AMAB in NSFW fics

3. Keep all requests x Male Reader / LGBTQ+ / MLM. 

4. Please don’t request WLW stories. I do not feel confident I can write that as I am gay and it wouldn’t feel right to me. I can write a trans male reader though as that is my experience and I can confidently write!

5. I won’t write anything illegal. Many of the more hardcore fetishes and kinks I will not write. It will ultimately be a case by case thing. I refuse to do things that will seem like s/a

6. Please be patient with me! You will have expectations for me but I also have expectations for myself! 

7. Don’t be afraid to ask any questions!

Fandoms I Write For:

➤ Content Creators: MatPat, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, Sykkuno, Corpse, BadBoyHalo, Skeppy

➤ Detroit: Become Human

➤ Marvel: Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers

I do prefer writing for Tony, Bucky, and Clint and would like to keep any fics I write tied to the movies/shows, or at least loosely based. I have never read the comics and will not understand a request if the idea is sourced from a comic

➤ Harry Potter: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black

[justvincentorvinny]

ETN Season 3 MatPat and Male reader

This is basically Manny's and Nikita's trial.

You won.

You won the game but at which cost? You have to either kill Mat, your best friend since the beginning of this hell, or yourself. Having the gun facing Mat with Joey and Nikita on the sideline looking shocked that you maybe were gonna kill your best friend. You look at Mat and move toward him he takes a few steps back.

You reach out and take his glasses. You really wanted them and in exchange, you give him your ruby ring. He takes it cautiously and asks "Why did you give me your ring? Also I'll be wanting my glasses soon." You chuckle. " At least let a dying man have fashion." As soon as you said that, you pulled the trigger and drop dead on the floor. Everybody is in shock to say the least.

Joey helped Mat out of the jacket? thing and he looks at his friend with tears in his eyes and without his glasses, not being able to hide his tears. Joey pats his back "Escape for him. He wanted you to escape even if it cost his life." Before Mat left he saw a piece of paper in your jacket and took it out and unfolded it.

"The ring will protect you from some evil. Not all. Keep it Mat. Don't forget about me. Hell, I doubt any of you will forget this night. Good luck, I'll see you when your time is up."

Mat put the note in his pocket and looked at the body of his best friend one more time before leaving with the others.

A woman was in view after they have left. "A poor unfortunate soul. Take him with us. He'll make a excellent exhibit in my museum." The body was picked up and they left in a portal.

A/N: This is first time writing! So sorry if this is bad and OOC. I only seen Season 1,2 and 4.

[malereaderfanfics]

Matpat x Male Reader

Wooooooo, it’s currently half 1 in the morning and I’m trying to keep myself up and I got really inspired so rip me! Hope you enjoy anon! I loved writing this and might just do a follow up.

Also which format do you guys prefer the 3rd person (y/n smiled shyly) or 2nd person (you smiled shyly)?

Warnings: Mild swearing, bad nightmare writing

“And remember, that’s just a stream! A LIVE stream!” Matt half-yelled the outro, voice rough after streaming for god knows how long.

“And don’t do experiments with the human consciousness!” You laughed, your own tiredness getting to you and making you slightly delirious. As Jason ended the stream you slumped backwards, groaning.

“I didn’t realised how long that would last otherwise I would’ve done two streams,” Matt said, you opened your eyes and looked at him.

“I’m all booked up for the next, uhh,” you check your non-existent watch, “three weeks,” Matt chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck me, I’m tired,”

“You can stay here if you want, you’re in no state to drive for an hour,” Matt stood from the couch, grabbing your jacket sleeve and pulling you along, you stumble initially before you let yourself be dragged to a door. “Here’s the spare bedroom, night y/n,”

“Night Matt,” you mumble as you close the door, having just enough sense to take off your jeans before flopping onto the bed, falling asleep in mere minutes.

...

It’s dark, you can’t see three foot in front of you. The air clings to your skin, filling your lungs and suffocating you. Distant ticking echoes through the slime. You can’t move, not matter what you do, you can’t move, can’t yell, can’t scream.

Sweat trickles down your temple, your back, your neck.

You’re trapped like a rat, vulnerable like a baby deer.

Pressure pushes you forwards, falling slowly to lie face-down in the darkness. It pushes on your head, back, legs, arms.

You try and scream but nothing comes out, you try and move but your body is frozen, you try and free yourself but it won’t work.

The pressure becomes unbearable.

You try and scream again, the tiniest squeak comes out.

“Y/n!”

You struggle.

It does nothing.

“Y/N!”

...

You woke with a gasp, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness of your room. Matt was lightly shaking you, looking more concerned that you’d ever seen him before.

“Y/n! Oh thank God...” he breathed, slouching down, “I was just falling asleep when I heard you scream and you wouldn’t wake up,” your heart was still hammering in your ears and every inch of your body was drenched in sweat. 

“M-Matt,” your voice was hoarse, throat dry, “I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s okay y/n,” Matt said softly, giving you a small smile, “Wanna’ talk about it?” you only shook your head in reply. “Will you be okay?” you stayed quiet, not exactly knowing how to answer, you wanted him to stay, but how could you word that without something creepy? “Do you want me to stay?”

“Please...” Matt nodded, walking around and lying down next to you. Saying nothing as he poked you and opened his arms. You tried not to think too hard about the situation as you let him wrap his arms around you and slowly rub circles into your back. His breathing, the rhythm of it, comforted you, and you let yourself drift back to sleep.

[oceandeviancy]

Stuck Watching (MatPat x Male Reader)

Title: Stuck Watching

Pairing: MatPat x Male Reader

Scenario: The Reader didn't want to watch Matt go through the death challenge but had no choice when Matt's name was picked. The Reader now has to stand and watch him and Manny fight for their lives. Who will survive this challenge? 

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Everyone is running in all directions, looking for the next clue. The monster that was once a police officer is growling and screaming he'll come and kill them. Each person is scrambling looking for these pieces to reassemble a green totem. Once it was completed, it would reveal what to do next to cleanse the artifact.

What made it difficult to do the task was every once in a while, the Strong Man would come back, searching for them. He would stay there for moments at a time making everyone stay silent and hide for as long as they could.

In his anger of not being able to find them, the Strong Man screamed and tipped over the popcorn machine, letting the carnival snack spill all over the ground. The white and red stripped bags flew in different directions from the small breeze that started. He ran off to look.

Joey hopped out from behind a game, full of stuffed animals and looked at the picture again. It was hard to concentrate when so many people were shouting and  a literal monster waiting to capture anyone who wasn't fast enough.

Matt and Colleen took the last two pieces of the totem puzzle and placed it on top of the rest. Then they waited. The group didn't know what exactly was going to happen but they knew a clue was going to show itself.

Suddenly, a compartment beneath the platform the totem opened, revealing a folded piece of paper. (Y/N) bent over and picked it up with care as the breeze could possibly take it away if he wasn't careful enough.

"What does it say?" Manny said, impatiently.

"Shut up so I can read it" (Y/N) snapped back. He knew people would be impatient but he can't focus when those voice it.

Joey sees that the last piece of the artifact was hidden in the back of the compartment and pulls it out, holding onto it tightly. They now have the three sides.

"To cleanse the artifact, insert the fragments into the configuration and wrap it with a holy band of leather. To recover the leather band, A new strong man must be found. Choose wisely, only the strongest will survive."

Whoever wrote these instructions were literal with "strong man" and from the arm wrestling matches, it's clear who it was. But were they willing to sacrifice such an essential person to their team?

There were four possible people to vote for: Joey, Matt, Manny, and (Y/N)

Two would be chosen at random to get the leather band and survive while the other would be sacrificed to the Strong Man.

(Y/N) frowned as it they all had an equal chance of being chosen. He could easily be voted in for not contributing as much as he'd like to but he's definitely solved more clues than Joey when they were together.

It wasn't the fact that he might be chosen but the fact Matt was proven to be strong and he might be voted because of it. (Y/N) never admitted to having a super big crush on the detective but he's been subtle when flirting. Or not subtle if one is good at relationships and flirting.

It wasn't unintentional when (Y/N) said Matt was attractive in the jacket he was wearing. The yellow tinted sunglasses really brought out his eyes and face. The tie and pants were a little funny but so was Matt.

He didn't realize he was staring at his crush until Nikita started pushing him back into the arcade. Gladly, no one saw but now he was blushing and it wasn't exactly easy to hide.

They all hurry back inside of the arcade into the lounge. Before (Y/N) got too far into the building, Colleen pulled him aside.

"Hey (Y/N). I won't vote for you. You don't deserve to be put into a death challenge. I have three other men to choose from. Two are great competitors, very strong. The other one is a shady bitch."

What she wants is, when each of them plead their case for why they shouldn't be voted in, she's going to turn on Joey and wants (Y/N)'s help. If he doesn't however, Colleen will vote him in. Essentially, she's blackmailing him to get Joey killed.

Before the others can suspect they talked to each other, they quickly go through the hidden door and close it to make their way into the lounge.

The tension is now super high. Colleen wants Joey dead for being very sketchy and keeping information from the group. Nikita, while not being up for voting, is probably a target for voicing her opinions, and (Y/N) only wants to keep Matt out of the game.

They sit so the four guys are across from the rest. (Y/N) purposely sat on the end next to Joey so he wouldn't have to be physically touching Matt.

It's time for each of them to defend themselves.

"I feel like I'm a player and I'm good at everything and I've been doing things right" Manny says.

They start talking about the arm wrestling and how Manny was clearly the strongest out of everyone so it's just the logical choice of putting him in the final death challenge.

With a unanimous vote, they agree to have Manny be the first person to send it to try to get the leather band.

He was waiting to help Colleen but it wasn't her who said anything. It was Matt.

"I think we should put him against Joey because he's been acting weird and he's working for this league that's he's not telling any of us about."

That is potentially three people versus Joey. All (Y/N) needed was for the others to agree.

What made him even more shady was what he was saying next. He went on about having a "connection" to the town and they shouldn't kill him. Joey said they needed him because he wants to be able to fulfill his purpose and help out the town of Everlock.

"Liar" Colleen said, staring dead at Joey.

"How am I a liar?" he responded.

"You're a liar. I don't believe anything you say. You're the reason we're here in the first place. You know things you aren't telling us. You're being sketchy. Your friends are dying and you don't seem to care. I think you should go home because you are liar. I don't trust you."

She's said it.

If they all though Nikita was vocal, they thought wrong.

No one seemed to realize (Y/N) was there because of all of the tension between Colleen and Joey and if he should be chosen over Matt. Safiya seemed to perfectly fine watching them argue over it.

They all decided to separate and talk amongst themselves. This was (Y/N)'s chance.

His first choice of someone to talk to was Ro but Joey asks for her immediately. Instead he pulls Safiya aside.

"Listen, I believe we need to get rid of Joey. He's had the time to defend himself and to explain himself but he's still withholding information."

"I agree but why shouldn't I put you instead? He's clearly been more help than you."

(Y/N)'s face falls. He was almost certain he'd get Safiya on his side but now, he's not so sure.

He finds Ro and has one last chance to keep Matt alive.

"I understand Joey is your best friend and you trust him. But are you really sure you can? Colleen sums up the situation."

He's having to look down at Ro because of how short she is.

"You like Matt"

That wasn't what he was expecting.

"What? I seriously have no idea what you're talking about"

It doesn't help that I'm still blushing.

"You're blushing so I'm sure you do know what I'm talking about but don't worry. I won't tell. But know this means I vote for you."

He nods.

"You owe me"

If it means keeping Matt alive, he was willing to do anything.

Each of them return to the couch and wait for Calliope to bring out the three stacks of voting cards.

Joey starts tearing up and tells his story. He had died in the Victorian Era and woke up in Everlock. He signed a contract with the Society Against Evil to help save the town. If he doesn't, he'll die with it. 

"I didn't know how you'd take it" Tears now streaming down his face.

"Pretty poorly, actually. So what you're saying is you're willing to trade nine lives, for yours Joey?" Matt is clearly angered at this.

He didn't want this. None of them wanted this. People are dying.

One by one, everyone stands up to vote for Joey, Matt, or (Y/N).

Votes

Joey- Matt

Matt- Joey

Ro- (Y/N)

Safiya- (Y/N)

Manny- Matt

Nikita- Matt

Colleen- Joey

(Y/N)- Joey

"I will now choose one person to join the Record Producer in the final death challenge"

She pulls out a card and (Y/N) is praying that Matt's isn't the one pulled.

"The second male to enter the challenge is...the Detective"

"Shit" (Y/N) hisses and makes eye contact with Ro.

"Here," Matt pulls off his badge that was clipped to his belt and slams it on the table, "There's no justice here"

They are taken by Mortimer into the arcade bathroom to change into different outfit. (Y/N)'s heart is racing and just hopes that Manny won't be as strong as he was before and loses.

The two return wearing a white T-shirt, red shorts, and a red bandana. (Y/N) wasn't surprised that both were looking pretty fine in the strange choice of a challenge outfit.

"You guys are going to come watch" Mortimer said and (Y/N) couldn't help but let a tear out.

But he was strong. He was strong emotionally and was going to force himself to watch, despite not wanting to see either go.

Outside of the arcade were different tasks to be completed. The first to win three of the five strength tasks will win and the other will die right there.

The first was to pull a tire from one line to another and with making it look so easy, Manny pulls it a lot quicker than Matt.

(Y/N) ends up griping Joey's arm.

"Hey! What are you-" he starts but then puts two and two together, "Oh..."

Next was throwing a metal ball are far as they possibly could. Knowing Matt and how he spent a lot of his spare time researching for fun, he'd understand physics and be able to throw it father than Manny.

Sure enough, his was farther.

You got this, Matthew.

When (Y/N) sees the third challenge, he knows who is going to win, and it isn't good.

Both had to hold up two buckets full of something and the first person to drop them, loses.

The clock is ticking.

Tick

Tick

Tick

TOCK

Matt's fall to the ground.

The fourth challenge was carrying weights to Fat Man Slim's and back. The weights didn't seem to heavy so maybe it was more evenly matched.

In no time, they start to run, breathing heavily. Manny slips at the end and loses because of the little distance lost.

Manny: 2

Matt: 2

Only one more...

Mortimer and Calliope carry the arm wrestling table again. (Y/N) already knew who was going to win this as it was shown not too long ago. But he is going to stand there. He is going to stand there and watch even if it will break his heart.

He's basically holding Joey's whole arm in a hug, that's how nervous (Y/N) was. Joey would've preferred him not but he's seen this type of pain in a deceased friend.

When the two start their arm wrestle, everyone is shouting for one or the other.

"YOU GOT THIS MATTHEW!" (Y/N) shouted and for a second, he could see Matt smiling.

But the words of encouragement didn't help. Matt's hand reached his side of the table, leaving Manny victorious.

This part (Y/N) couldn't watch. He buried his face into Joey's arm and what was worse than watching it, was hearing the screams of not just the Strong Man but what Matt was saying as his final words of life.

"FIND THE COIN! FIND THE LAZARUS COIN!"

Manny grabs the leather band and wraps it around the artifact. Matt's screams stop and does the Strong Man's.

It's done.

Joey physically pulls (Y/N) back to the lounge, who is now in shock.

No one else can know about my feelings.

In the 30 seconds it takes, he pulls himself together and force their way through the small door.

Safiya takes the pyramid artifact and places it in one of the cubic shelves. They all plop down on the couch and rethink their choices.

"I won, we cleansed this artifact, but did we really just mess up?" Manny said, looking at Ro who is clutching Matt's badge.

"Yes" (Y/N) responded.

To then holds out the badge for him to take.

[malereaderfanfics]

Matpat x Male Reader

Sorry sorry sorry sorry I've had exams and friends being high maintenance and writers block help. I’m slowly making my way through requests sorry rip

Warnings: Some cases of swearing

You laughed raucously as Matt’s character died, grip slackening on your controller and rocked backwards, debilitated by your own laughter as Matt repeatedly killed your inanimate character while you wheezed.

“See, see! I’m good at this game!” he yelled, giving you a shit eating grin.

“You ass, you’re cheating!” you barged him, regaining control and very quickly beat him again. “You’re so shit at this game,”

“Shut... Up,” his feeble attempts of rising above your superiority make you laugh harder.

“Fuckin’ make me!” you knew you’d probably get scolded for swearing on stream again but you were in a childish mood, amplified by you destroying him again. “Theory idea: Is Matt actually good at games?” You heard Jason laughing.

“Shuddup y/n!” Matt said playfully, barging you while spamming the attack button.

“Did I stutter? I said make me, Matt,” you grinned, not thinking too hard about the fact that he’d been slowly whittling down your health. You were ready to destroy him when suddenly he grabbed your shirt and pulled you in, lips clashing roughly as the distinct sound of your character dying registered. Completely forgetting the game you kissed back, if only for a second before Matt pulled away with a smug grin. Realising what just happened, where and when you were and becoming acutely aware of the camera and controller in your hand and the chat going wild just over Matt’s shoulder. Not quite knowing how to process the embarrassment like a functioning adult you quickly stand up and run out of the room. You heard Matt calling behind you and Jason absolutely pissing himself laughing.

Heat flushed into your cheeks as you walked into the bathroom and splashed water on your face, you looked into the mirror and flinched at just how red your face was. You started scolding yourself before thinking rationally, running out on stream after a mere kiss? Jesus y/n what are you, twelve?

Taking a deep breath you splash your face again and was about to leave when someone knocked on the door.

“Hey, y/n? You in there?” Matt, his voice muffled by the door, called out. The door handle moved and the door was pushed open, what a sight he must’ve seen, you looking like you were contemplating your existence while splashing your face and staring into your own reflection. “Y/n are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m chill, just... a bit surprised,” nervous laughter escaped your lips as you turned around and leaned on the sink. “I don’t deal with embarrassment well, heh heh,” hearing Matt laugh quietly, you look up, he was fully in the bathroom now and walking towards you.

“If it’s any consolation, you were very cute,” his smile was genuine, eyes kind and posture relaxed. You blushed again.

“Shut up...”

“Make me,” You look up in shock, Matt wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, his grin reaching his ears.

He probably didn’t expect you to step forward and roughly drag him in for another kiss, the little squeak of surprise being a reward in itself. You slowly pulled back, holding eye contact and chuckling at his slightly shocked expression.

“Let’s get back to the stream,”