#phonetoy

[rudylloyd]

they make me SICK

[rob-tawog]

oh holy thee can i acquire your phonetoy headcanons

i this steven has a heavy attachment to matt and will either try avoiding him or being too clingy but in a depraved way yknow? i also think matt is just chill about it and probably doesn’t even question it often.

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[rudylloyd]

hiiiiii could i get yer phonetoy/mattven hcs :3 -94

I thought you'd never ask.

Courthouse wedding. Their witness was a scuttler. Yes the marriage is legally binding, as this particular scuttler was an employee of Fazbender Entertainment.

They live in Matt's house. He has a pretty decent one story, two bed/two bath house near work so they save a lot of money in gas since they walk to work.

Steven gets easily irritated at work [I mean look at his employees], so Matt likes to give him pep talks in the office when its closing time n steven needs to do paperwork

Lots of little notes passed back n forth during work hours. Lots of little scribbles and smiley faces [like this]

Steven asks Matt for his input on what merchandise to keep in the prize corner

He also looks the other way when Matt sells fireworks.

During the beginning of their relationship, because Matt had never been in a relationship prior to this one, he didn't know what nicknames would be considered endearing, so he just called Steven "honey boss" for two weeks before steven said "honey would suffice."

Honey and Dearest [alternatively, hon and dear]

Matt "night owl" Virginia and Steven "early bird" Stevenson.

they didn't have proper engagement rings for a while. Steven proposed with a spider ring from the prize counter. Matt keeps that in a lil box.

When its cold or raining, Steven insists that Matt uses his suit jacket to fend off the weather. Matt used to act like he was annoyed with Steven doting on him, but eventually gave in and ended up buying a new jacket for Steven just to keep the old one.

They don't have a big spoon/little spoon dynamic. They sleep like they're playing twister and usually wake up with one of them half off the bed and the other one sitting straight up.

Matt has his own desk in Steven's office. He usually helps fill out paperwork but sometimes he just doodles all over it.

Two gossipy boys. Never a dull moment when you both really dislike a certain pair of crayon colored idiots.

[this one's long, I'm sorry] but their first date happened because Steven had been flirting with Matt, but Matt had no idea at first. When he was worried he was stringing Steven along, he tried telling him he wasn't worth the effort the phone was clearly putting in. When Steven kept pushing Matt gave him one chance to really woo him. It ended up working.

Steven washes Matt's hair in the sink bc he doesn't think Matt gets it all the way done when he showers. That's why his hair is so luxurious.

They pack each other's lunch. Steven usually leaves Matt a nutritious and filling lunch along with three snacks. Matt thinks Steven's as bad a snack addict as he is and packs only snacks and little juice boxes. [easily drinkable snacks. applesauce, yogurt, etc.]

Matt makes phone calls on Steven's head and sometimes, just to fluster him, pretends to forget the numbers so he has to keep restarting. It's the phone equivalent of combing your fingers through their hair since. yknow.

Similarly, Steven tends to do that. Usually without realizing it, he just gets comfy lingering around the prize counter and then suddenly his hand is in Matt's hair and Dave and Old Sport are doing that "Phoney and Matt sitting in a tree" childhood rhyme.

Slow dancing in the kitchen just for the hell of it.

On Steven's head, on the bottom part, he has Matt's name engraved in it. Matt has a small tattoo on his chest of Steven's name.

they argue. but about stupid stuff like Steven beating Matt to the answer in a crossword puzzle or Matt stealing Steven's shirts n wearing them to work. It's never anything serious, just silly stuff.

And now. A drawing.

[rudylloyd]

would your 🧸☎ sillies get zooted together

yeah lmao if i do it they do it.

[rudylloyd]

my interest in your phonetoy is increasing.... a lot... what would one of the homos do to help the other homo during a breakdown?? :3

So naturally, I'd think steven is more likely to have a breakdown than Matt is

so keep that in mind. [below the cut yall are gonna fuckin hate me bc im actually writing. Like quick one shot writing. bc I can't just explain I have to do it this way.]

Weakness.

That's all Steven felt when he walked into the saferoom. He should've expected this, those idiots he hired seemed too giddy to be working. He should've known they'd do this. It always happens.

There it was. The body of a dead child. Normally, he'd spout the company's slogan. "Sweep...sweep it under the...uh...the rug.." he started to say, but he couldn't finish it. It wasn't fine. None of this was fine. He tried to step forward, but ended up backing up and running to his office.

"Its not fine.." he said. He'd sat down at his desk and held his head, breathing heavily. You'd think years of being around the bloodshed, and even waking up every day reminded of what you are would desensitize you to the horrors of a child dead on the cold floor.

But it didn't. He just held his head and continued trying to breathe steady. It was so much easier said than done, and before long he'd just quit moving altogether, save for the shaking in his hands.

Was time moving at all? Was he dreaming? Where's Matt if he is dreaming? What time is it? Millions of questions fired through the plastic of his head, so much so that is stopped coming out through his voice box and started leaking through the speakers of his receiver. He didn't hear the door open, the questions being louder than his surroundings.

Then he felt a pair of hands gently touch his back, and his mind went blank. This was the police- no worse. A representative of Afton Robotics. He was being sent back to the factory. He was going to die, he was never going to see Matt or their house or their-

"Steven?"

It was like the world stopped. There he was, the only thing that kept him sane in this whole cruel world.

Matt.

"Matt... oh thank goodness..."

"Are you okay, honey? What happened?" He moved to sit on Steven's desk, moving papers aside in a neat pile before doing so. He held his arms open. An invitation the pair knew well. Steven leaned forward and just rested his phone head on Matt's chest.

"Its okay..." Matt whispered, one hand rubbing the phone man's back. His other hand gently fidgeted around with the phone cord connected to the phone.

For a while, the two just sat like that, listening to the sounds in the office and each other's breathing. It was a wonder Matt stayed near Steven. Then again, most people couldn't help but be attracted to Matt's magnetic personality.

Then it sounded like the man was talking, because suddenly his voice cut through all of Steven's grating and painful thoughts.

"You don't have to talk about what happened yet. But tell me sometime so we can fix it. I already know that scary orange man and...Dave did something bad. They keep playing in the dining room."

Ah, the signs that were there. The pair of crayon colored employees had acted like it was their last day at work. Singing, dancing, playing tag or hide n seek. It made Steven's blood boil.

"Hey. It's okay. You don't have to be vulnerable just yet," Matt had whispered, tilting Steven's head to look at him. His dial spun a little, and he just sighed n melted into Matt's touch.

Matt knew just how to help. Quiet talking, gentle touches, and sitting or standing somewhere where Steven could press his face into Matt's chest to listen to his heartbeat.

He didn't even notice when Matt gently took the receiver off of where it was resting. He gently pressed it to his ear while twirling the cord attached to it. Steven did his best to make it seem like his eyes were going wide.

But he didn't have eyes. The best he could do was tilt his head a little. Matt just flashed that familiar smile before whispering into the receiver. Steven should've known, he did this every time when the phone man felt less than ideal.

"I love you, honey," Matt said, pure adoration lacing his tone. "You'll be okay."

Steven was glad to be allowed his moment. Even if the feeling was less than ideal. But he earned it.

A moment of weakness.

[rudylloyd]

what iif, matthew had a breakdown.... what do steven..

one of these days someone's gonna dm me or send an ask to my inbox telling me to quit clogging the dsaf tag-

A goddamned water gun.

Now. Why Dave's orange companion had it, Matt didn't know. All he knew was that he was using it for evil purposes. He sprayed toddlers, sprayed the robots, even sprayed one of the springlock suits.

Thankfully, nobody was wearing it, but those deadly locks did what they do best: spring. The noise was loud, despite the distance between the saferoom and Matt's comfortable prize counter.

Then he got too close. Matt hated how Dave and that orange man smiled. There was no soul behind their eyes, so their smiles seemed artificial. Yet, there he was. One foot away from Matt, hiding the toy weapon in his pocket.

"Hello, Matthew." he said, almost smug.

"Welcome to the prize counter. What do you want," Matt had replied, gripping a taser from the very bottom shelf of his counter. Steven had lended it to him after Dave came after him with a fork. Undoubtedly, one of his many benders.

"Say, you seem thirsty over here."

"No. I'm fine. I have a water bottle. And I get free drinks." he said, the water bottle clearly on top of the counter. He had had enough of the tangerines antics.

He'd spent weeks dumping trash on the counter, dunking his face in dirty dishwater, he even hid cicadas in Matt's house. How did he find my house?? He thought to himself, shaking his head.

"I dunnooo, you seem a little parched," the man with the apricot complexion nearly giggled. He raised the toy out of his pocket and pointed it at Matt's face.

"If you pull that trigger I will tase you. Don't test me." he said, revealing the object. This didn't deter his coworker. He simply snickered and pulled the water trigger.

"...Is this pizza sauce?!" Matt asked, mortified. The one day he wore a white shirt- Steven's white shirt- no less! Covered in the disgusting sauce that children (and Chica) happily ate on their pizza. He never brought backup shirts. It didn't seem too high an expectation for his coworker to fill a water gun with pizza sauce!

The orange man cackled, opting to pull the trigger again. Another splatter of gross sauce on a shirt that wasn't even Matt's. At that moment, he saw red.

And it wasn't the sauce.

He grabbed the front of his coworker's shirt with one hand, practically yanking him over the counter. They'd be nose to nose if the orange man had a nose. There were angry tears threatening to escape from the corners of Matt's eyes.

"First you dump trash in my counter. Then you try to drown me in dishwater and the toilet. You released cicadas into my house while I was somewhere else. And now you get SAUCE. On my WHITE SHIRT. Not even MY shirt. It's HIS." he shouted, pointing at the phone headed man. He was napping in a booth.

It may have been the first time the orange man looked scared. Normally, his smiley coworker would just laugh it off, patting his back and saying no hard feelings.

Perhaps he'd gone too far.

"It- it wasn't my idea! Dave uh... it was Dave!! He filled it and- he- agh-!" and with that, he was shoved in the floor. Then Matt, with steam practically rolling out of his ears, stomped out of his prize corner to the office, slamming the door.

Steven was startled awake and he saw his two colored pencil employees near the prize counter.

"Aye. Where's Matt?" he asked, not seeing his lover near the counter.

"Phoney. Yer boyfriend went NUTS. Threw Sportsy on tha' floor! Then he stomped off to tha' office!"

And it was like steven hadn't even made a wrinkle in the faux leather of the booth seat. He'd bolted off to the office and had practically phased through the door. Matt was at his little desk in the corner using the cheap napkins from the table dispensers, wiping the brunt of the sauce off of himself. His face was almost as red as the plastic casing of Steven's head.

The phone man slowly approached, standing on the other side of the desk and leaning over it.

"Matthew?" he said softly, not trying to startle him. "What happened?"

"That orange idiot you hired had a water gun full of pizza sauce and he shot two rounds of pizza sauce on your shirt!! This is never coming out! I don't have another shirt I can wear!!"

He was practically shouting. Steven hated how much Dave and... whatever his orange employee's name was. Anyways, he hated how those two would intentionally get under Matt's skin just to get a reaction. It seemed like the day the two made their relationship official and public, it was the same day those two upped the ante on aggravating Matt.

It was difficult to make Matt angry. He was very forgiving and had a tendency to treat mistreatment as a joke. He handled jokes regarding his voluntary celibacy with grace. He handled being called creepy well. He normally handled every jab rationally.

But everyone has a final straw and it was finally pulled. Steven had helped clean the trash in the counter, he'd washed Matt's hair after the sink, and he'd safely removed every cicada from the house. Laundry was a strong suit for the pair. The pizza sauce could be handled.

But Matt needed to be handled first. He sat silent for a moment, the various clicks and whirrs of his head and the scraping noise from the napkins on Matt's shirt being the only sounds occupying the space.

Then Steven had- what he could consider to be- a stroke of genius. He stood atraight and started undoing his suit jacket, gently placing it on top of Matt's desk.

"...Steven?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm fixing this," he replied, untying his tie and setting it on top of his jacket. "C'mon, trade with me."

"What?!" Matt was shocked. There was no way Steven was seriously suggesting that. He hated dirty clothes, he hated dirty everything! He'd polish his head every time he saw a smudge.

"Steven, no, we aren't-" "Nonsense. I cannot, in good conscience, allow my partner to walk around in a dirty shirt." "Steven, you hate germs and being dirty. You're gonna- mph??"

Steven put a hand on Matt's mouth, shushing him. He did his best to maintain eye contact, given the lack of eyes on his end.

"Let me do this for you. Nobody will see the stains under my jacket," he whispered. He had a feeling his dearest would try to protest. He wouldn't let it happen. "Now work with me here or I'll undo your shirt myself."

It was an empty threat, but one that worked, because as soon as the words left his speakers, Matt started undoing his stained shirt. He passed it to Steven, taking the blue shirt he had on initially. The phone was right: you really couldn't tell that any sauce was on the shirt once the suit jacket was back on. When they were done, Steven held his hands to Matt.

"Stand up with me, dear."

"Honey Boss, I-"

"Just honey." Steven reminded. It was so hard for Matt to shake that habitual nickname. Still, he took his phone headed boyfriend by the hands and stood up. He was led around to the other side of the desk and then engulfed in a tight hug.

He sighed and hugged back, resting his forehead on his lover's shoulder. He didn't know much about what love was, as this was the very first romantic relationship he'd ever been with, but he had a feeling it was this. Trading shirts and holding each other.

He loved how caring and kind Steven was. He was the only person in the world who was able to- albeit unintentionally- charm Matt into relaxing. He'd never been so mad, but it didn't matter. He had Steven.

And it was like he took away the anger and stress, as well as the memory of the water gun. Who cared, he had a clean shirt and a shoulder to cry on if it was ever required.

He had someone to really call his.

[rudylloyd]

what if instead of phonetoy it was toyphone

what would change...

the way I'm reading this is swapping em tbh.

[rudylloyd]

scuttles not you

pphonetoy

pls... -94

I wanted to draw his actual Face. haven't really done that much and i desperately needed to draw

Resting bitch face x ray of sunshine

[rudylloyd]

ouggghhh those phonetoy hcs were so tasty,,,, but i ate them all,,, more.. pls??? :3 -94

hehehe :]

Matt's a cat person, Steven's a dog person. They compromise with the American opossum. She waddled over to steven one day and Matt thought she was the cutest thing. They named her Bell Pepper.

They're both so sick of pizza, so they keep trying new restaurants. Where they save money in gas, they lose it in eating out everywhere.

this is more of a Matt headcanon than a phonetoy one but. Transgender man. Thanks to Freddy Fazbender's Dogshit Employee Health Insurance, he was able to get top surgery. He didn't care much for the bottom stuff, it's not being used anyways.

"hey you have long nails, scratch my back real quick." "Matt I bought you a back scratcher??"

When it comes to alcoholic beverages, Matt's a lightweight. Steven, however, can handle himself.

they have a big backyard, so they do little picnics and camping things out there. Matt built a little fire pit so they could have smores

So so sweet during the holidays. They're the king sized candy bar house, on Thanksgiving they make big amounts of food and invite anyone to come by and have a plate, Christmas they donate toys and clothes, and then valentines day they are so painfully close that most people worry they're melting into each other's skin.

Christmas is the only time Dave and Jack seem to behave, so after they do their donation stuff, they invite them over to have a nicer dinner.

[this is my main au stuff sorry ;-;] While neither have children [for near obvious reasons], they do take care of Matt's nephew, who was the classic "baby abandoned on the doorstep." Matt adores his nephew and spoils him. Steven tries to make sure he knows that while he and Matt will always help him, it pays a little to work hard.

Matt can knit, sew, crochet, everything. Steven lucky if he can glue stuff together without it coming apart at times.

Because of Steven's springlock failure [which obviously led to him being a phone in the first place], he's got shaky hands and less than ideal motor skills. Matt has been working to help him improve that.

Despite the above, Steven will force his hand steady to write his little work notes and the occasional letter stuck to the fridge when Matt needs the day off [see here]

Matt keeps those in a folder. he especially likes the drawings. He labeled the folder "Steven's Cute Stuff."

demiromantic asexual matt

Steven's also asexual, it just doesn't come up as much because he's already a phone. He doesn't need made fun of for ALSO being a virgin.

Virginia-Stevenson.

Every year for Matt's birthday, since Steven seems to have trouble remembering when his own, Steven does a whole big thing. Breakfast in bed, the world's most relaxing bubble bath, the whole day off work ["sorry, we're both sick.*Fake cough*"] Lunch at Matt's favorite restaurant, the movies, finding a nearby carnival or fair and winning the biggest teddy bear for Matt, going home and having a nice dinner, then cuddling on the couch and going to sleep while the TV plays infomercials

Another sweet drawing but it's Stella [fem. Steven] I promised last night!

[rudylloyd]

phonetoy yuri

[rudylloyd]

thinking about davesport and phonetoy