#when matt started crying i completely lost it

[ilanarose7]

Some outcomes of Critical Role episode 91 (that happened either because of or completely separate from the big thing)

SPOILERS!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

Starting with the ones not due to FCG's sacrifice:

Liliana has some level of trust and attempts at redemption with her daughter (those 31's on deception and persuasion Laura you legend!), which means a major player (and VESSEL?? tf was that about) who was formerly (and maybe kind of still) on Ludinus's side is swapping over

Ashton and Fearne are about to be exhausted from being Titans (Ashton much sooner since they powered up in ep. 90)

Zathuda is both proud and angry towards Fearne which is both terrifying and a bit heartwarming(?)

Nana (I think/hope it was her bending fate) was able to help Team Infiltration escape the Weavemind after Orym reached out

Now for the other outcomes due to FCG's sacrifice:

Orym's deal with Nana should be void since the group cannot return as they were (VM Spoiler Note: Liam's PC was finally saved from a deal leading to a life of service by Sam's PC after he wasn't able to in C1)

Chetney is ALIVE! I'm counting this as part of the sacrifice bc due to weird leveling circumstances Sam sacrificed his one brand-new 7th-level spell slot to take Revivify, which is a major thing to give up

Otohan is DEAD! GONE! That is a MAJOR player off the board and another one of Ludinus's high-ranking members off the board

FCG is dead, seemingly unrevivable based on how Matt phrased it (asking to make sure Sam understood what it meant). That will have MAJOR implications going forward.

On a D&D technical level, there is no primary healer meaning that Fearne has to take some healing spells or the party can't heal at all (pretty sure they used up all their potions during that fight).

On a character level, this is going to be devastating. Ashton, who started this whole adventure with FCG and has been saying for a LONG time that FCG was going to get themself killed, was unconscious when FCG made the ultimate sacrifice. Sending works, which means when they get back to Exandria, Imogen will probably be the one to let FRIDA know what happened.

On a slightly lighter note, I feel like Travis is going to shine next week. It's been said before and I'll say it again, Chetney is the heart of Bells Hells. He knows how to be there for this family and I have a feeling that will come to the forefront as we see the aftermath

I'm sure there are more outcomes, but these are the ones on my mind after barely sleeping last night following that episode. Sam knows how to play this game well and cuts straight to the heart while doing so. It was masterfully played and while completely devastating to watch, was also incredibly heroic and beautiful.

Good game, great players, amazing DM, and of course thank you Fresh Cut Grass for being a Faithful Care-Giver until the end

[anyaa2s]

― ༘ ⋆ matt loves hearing your pretty sounds

"Nah, baby, don't be shy," Matt purrs softly, his hands gripping on your waist possessively as he pulls you back onto him with each thrust. "Lemme' hear those sweet sounds, hm?"

Your face is pressed into the mattres as he pounds into you from behind, your screams muffled by the pillow but still audible enough to vibrate through the bed. You swear his brothers can hear you no matter what. And in fact, you were being pretty loud — your stifled cries, his grunts, the headboard banging against the wall. Just not loud enough for him.

"Are you so cock dumb ya' can't even hear what I said?" he taunts, one hand tangling in your hair and yanking your head back roughly, a chocked gasp leaving your lips from the sudden sting in your scalp. It just hurts so good.

"Oh my— mmph," you breath out, trying your best to keep the desperate whimpers building in your throat from escaping by sinking your teeth into your lower lip, and Matt smirks when he hears your struggle.

"Want to hear your pretty moans. Can you do that f'me?" his sweet tone mocks you, teasing as you fight to keep quiet, a sharp breath being pushed out between your gritted teeth at one particularly deep thrust. Bending over your back, he mutters huskily in your ear, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin below it like he can't have enough of you, "Hm? Aren't you gonna listen to me, ma?"

"I— i can't," you attempt to murmur, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words, as his touches consume you.

For a split second, you feel emptyness, as he suddenly pulls out to the tip before he slams back in even harder, pushing a loud, pornographic moan from your throat — all the sounds you've been desperately holding back escaping in one overwhelming burst.

The sound of skin slapping is a mere whisper compared to the devlish sounds that leave your lips as you give in. Matt's relentless thrusts hit your g-spot over and over again, his entire length filling you to the brim with each rough plunge — there's no way you're holding back now. You can't even worry about how loud you're being, your mind too haze from the unreal pleasure of his hips rolling in yours.

You were a complete wreck, and he couldn't love it more.

"Fuck, baby, you takin' me so well," he groans, each moan you release consuming his thoughts. It's as if your whimpers and gasps fuel him, pushing him to go deeper, harder, like he can barely control himself from wanting more — at least not with you moaning like that.

"I— shit, I'm—" you cry out, your legs trembling and your stomach coiling. His brutal pace is overwhelming, making you're head spin, blank of any thoughts. The only sounds coming from your parted mouth being babbles and messy, uncontrollable whines by every thrust of his hips into yours.

Matt chuckles behind you, noticing how your last resort is to cover your lips with your palm, hoping it will muffle the noises he's so eager to push out. "Don't try to be quiet now, doll," he teases, knowing damn well his brothers could definitely hear you.

You let a chocked whimper out as he pulls you against his chest, the tension within you begging to snap at how deep the new position feels. Bending your head back against his shoulder, your lips press at his neck, your moans echoing straight his ear — the most perfect angle he could ask for.

"You sound so pretty— fuckk, clenching me so tight," he groans appreciatively, his eyes fluttering close as he focuses on every breath and whine you make. He savors your sounds like a drug he can't have enough off.

"Yeah, just like that—" he murmurs to himself, almost lost in his own pleasure, "Let me hear you fall apart for me."

Your high hits you like a tidal wave — legs trembling, mouth parted in ecstasy, and a hoarse, gutural moan of 'Matt' tearing from your lips like a prayer, his eyes burning dark at the drawn-out sound.

Grunting, his pace doesn't falter as you start to come down from your release — in fact, it only increases. Overstimulation crashes over you as he continues to fuck you senseless, gasping raggedly, a little too close to his ear for him to even consider pulling back. "It's too— Matt! fuck, too much—"

"You can handle one more, can't you, baby? Need to— to hear you moan my name like that again," his husky words halter yours with need, his relentless rhythm making it clear he has no intentions of slowing down anytime soon.

You can't do anything but fucking take it. Loud moans spilling from your lips just like he wants it, knowing full well that he could keep going all night just to hear your pretty sounds.

nya's notes: I took too long to finish this and now I'm horny for matt yayy

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[st7rnioioss]

𓂅 ♥︎ OFF TO THE RACES

⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * pairing... bodyguard!matt x reader

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ in which... matt is your bodyguard—you’re married to an older, rich, casino owner, and your life eventually gets boring… so what better option than running away with matt do you have?

warnings... smut, p in v, swearing, dirty talk, mentions of guns, murder, and blood.

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ the room on the other side of the door is loud—a bunch of people are around, all with probably loads of cash in their purses and pockets, alcoholic drinks served at every table, and your husband nowhere to be seen.

not that you care—not at all, actually, with matt thrusting into you from behind. he’s got a hand wrapped into your hair, pulling back what used to be your neat, and freshly styled locks.

“fuck! matt— so good,” you cry out, looking at your reflection in the mirror that’s staring back at you, mascara and lipstick smudged.

matt groans from behind you, his fingertips digging into the soft skin of your hips. “what a fucking whore. allowing you bodyguard to fuck you senseless, huh? your dick of a husband could be standing right outside that door.”

you’ve been in this position for what felt like too long, your legs awkwardly spread by his stronger ones, counter painfully bruising your skin, and scalp starting to burn from matt’s intense grip, all while his cock abuses your cervix, massaging your inner, soaked walls.

yet the whole thing has your head spinning with excitement. you always knew your husband was no good—long criminal history, and running a huge company that’s basically like walking into financial debt. and tonight? tonight, you were going to get rid of him for good.

which is why you found yourself here—getting fucked senseless by your bodyguard, your plan already set straight.

“bet your good old husband doesn’t fuck you like this, does he? or does he even take time out of his day to admire such a beauty?” matt rasps, slowing his pace down to lean toward, whispering into your ear while staring at your through the mirror, his hand reaching forward to grab you by your cheeks.

“such a tight, pretty pussy.. i promise i’ll spend all day between your thighs when we expose that old fuck if i have to,” his words elicits a moan from you, and soon enough he’s fucking his thick cock in and out of you again.

he lets go of your face, and you fall forward onto the counter, completely lost.

“mhmm.. i promise you we’ll get the hell out of here. you just wait a couple hours.”

moments later you’re standing behind matt, a gun wrapped in a cloth in his hand with your husband tied to a chair, dead, the blood seeping through his expensive button up that you’d been sent to buy for him a few weeks ago.

the bullet went off a little less loud due to the piece of cloth, yet you had no concerns with the loud party going on in your huge mansion. absolutely no one had, or could know.

when matt turns around you look up at him, eyes wide and biting your nail, your eyes darting between him and the man in the chair.

matt’s eyes are filled with concern too, but he’s got this specific look to it—like you both knew it absolutely had to be done.

“it was necessary.. yeah? come on, let’s go. we’ll start from scratch. together.” he whispers, wiping the gun off before hiding it in his pocket, his larger hands cupping both sides of your face.

you stare at him, offering him a gentle, soft smile, “yeah.. okay. i’d like that,” you whisper back, pulling him in for a soft kiss that he immediately returned, before you went off to the races, completely traceless.

a/n: hello!! i’m so sorry i had to postpone this, but here you guys go ;3 i hope you like it!!!

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[applecidersturniolo]

don’t forget.

(inspired by: don’t forget you love me, calum hood)

in which…instead of looking for a fight, matt should’ve been screaming ‘don’t forget you love me’

warnings: angst.

that night haunts matt like a ghost fresh out of its tombstone. all the yelling, tears, flushed faces, the way your voice croaked every time you tried to defend yourself or speak your mind, the way his chest fell up and down as he never let you get a word in.

his words stung, but his eyes were telling a complete and utter different story. almost like he was begging himself to just shut the fuck up.

“i’m jus’ not fuckin’ ready for that shit, y/n!” matt spoke slamming his hands down on the counter, your heart pounds as your stomach twists, “i’m not saying we have to get married right now, matt! your mom asked a question so i gave her an answer!”

this all started with a supposedly innocent lunch with mary lou and jimmy, matt’s parents. until the infamous topic of marriage came up. “when are you guys planning on getting married?” mary asked softly, the glimmer of hope sparking in her eyes as she looked between her son and you. you let out a nervous giggle, “hopefully in the next couple years” you stumbled out, just trying to let the conversation defuse, let it end. knowing it was a touchy subject between you and matt.

matt’s grip loosens on your thigh, his body stiff, you knew his body language all to well, you knew this was gonna get thrown in your face the minute you stepped into your shared apartment and low and behold..here you are.

“i mean- that’s what this fucking feels like! you giving me a time limit and my parents false hope!” matt argued

your jaw clenched, “false hope? you wanna talk about false hope?! i’m the one that’s sitting around feeling like i’m just getting strung along with this relationship! matt we have been together for four years! an-and we can’t even talk about marriage without you getting all wound up!”

matt scoffs and itches the stubble that’s pricked away on his jaw, “you don’t understand” he mutters

you could feel your blood boil, you hate it when he does this shit, starts fights just to shut down when you’re in the right. you wonder if it’s to make you feel guilty or if it’s because he genuinely doesn’t know what to say.

“then help me! help me, matthew! help me understand!” your voice raises as you walk from behind the counter to face him, your eyes looking into his, his jaw is so clenched that you wonder if it’s cramping, his arms tightly at his sides.

this silence is deafening and it’s making your mind wander to thoughts you try to push down when things get hard between the two of you. you feel your throat close up, eyes burning.

don’t cry, don’t fucking cry.

you’re having a internal battle with yourself while it looks like matt has nothing going on behind his eyes, he looks..lost. like he has so much going on in his head but also nothing at all. it’s confusing, it’s gut wrenching.

“i mean..d-do y-you see a fu-future with me at all?” you croak out.

he says nothing, his eyes brimming with his own tears, you don’t know what it means and that is fucking killing you. your nose scrunches, “c’mon! say something!” your hands meet his chest, he stumbles back a bit but takes the action nonetheless. he closes his eyes and lets a tear fall before opening them back up again. he is begging himself on the inside to just fucking speak but his voice is caught in his throat, like words didn’t even fucking exist to him.

“y/n don’t go-“ matt spoke trying to tear the bags out of your hands but your grip was tight, determined, “stop doin’ this!” he said through his teeth, his accent coming out thick with emotion. this time you were the one that was left speechless, your mouth in a flat line as you weave through the living room to get to the front door, matt slips in front of you.

“baby please, baby listen to me, i love you, yeah? you know i love you.” he’s grabbing your face as gentle as he possibly can be right now to try and get you to meet his gaze but nothing is working, your eyes wander around instead, trying to hold back any emotion you possibly can and that’s so hard considering you are feeling every little emotion in the book right now. “matt please- please just move” you manage to croak out.

matt wants to hold you down and never let you go, to beg you to listen to him but..that just isn’t him. he can’t make you stay and that’s what’s hurting him the most. tears are spilling down his face as he slowly moves away from the door.

“i love you, y/n”

your hand meets the door knob, pushing it open, leading yourself down the apartment complex hallway, “say it back, please just say it back” he says leaning against the doorway.

now here matt is, his hand clutching his phone, he wants to call you, but god he’s so scared that you’re going to answer. partly because he knows you will, also because he wants you to, but at the same time he doesn’t because then he’ll have to own up to everything he has ever done to you.

“hello?” you voice is calm through the phone. you don’t want to make it noticeable that you have been waiting by your phone for the past couple weeks, annoying yourself with leaving your ringer on, hoping that when you hear that god forsaken ringtone that’s it’s matt, and tonight it was.

“hey,” matt breaths out, he feels that familiar lump in his throat, “how are y-“ your take on small talk was interrupted by matt’s sea of emotions,

“i’m so fucking sorry.” he blurted out, “like unbelievably sorry and i know i don’t apologize a lot, way less than i should because fuck, y/n..i’ve been fucking up..so fucking much and i think i was just doing it because..because i dont know? i thought you would never leave?”

your heart twists at his confession, you wanna speak up, to ease his thoughts, heal his wounds. but you can’t not yet, you need to let him speak his mind, to tell you everything.

“a-and i never wanted you to leave because y/n..i do see a future with you! with us! and sure it’s not gonna be a fucking white picket fence and freshly mowed yard life but god damn it-it’s gonna be ours and-and..” matt stumbles on his words, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tries to collect his thoughts.

“y/n. i never ever wanted you to ever fucking think that i was wasting my time with you, okay? because i never was, i never took a single thing for granted because i know that there is nobody on this entire earth that will ever be you.” his voice trembles.

“i love you matt” is all you can breathe out, “im sorry i didn’t say it when i left i was just..i was so hurt and so mad..” your whimpered as you fiddled with the blanket you were covered up with. “it’s okay..” matt whispered. “i love you so much.”

you nod, though he can’t see it, you gulp and clear your throat a bit, “i love you so much too, matt”

and you never forgot, never. you never forgot that you love him.

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> I FEEL LIKE THIS IS LOWKEY ASS 😭😭🔫

[luvs4matt]

˖⋆࿐໋ ୨୧ SEXTING . ꒰ 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 ꒱

SUMMARY ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ bambi!matt being a needy boy !!

WARNINGS :: smut, sexting, sub!matt, mommy kink, spanking, punishment, pegging

inspired by a little interaction i had with @mattsstarlet sugardaddy!matt bot the other night !! (i was using that bot for 5 hours straight:))

“come here bambi.. come bend over mamas lap” he hesitates before walking towards you, doing just as he was told. his bare ass is perked up into the air, trying to show off for you, hoping if he looks pretty enough then he won’t be punished,

but it only makes you want to punish him more.

“so.. what made you think you could cum without my permission, hm?” your tone remained low, your voice soft and sweet. the wooden paddle made contact with his ass, but it wasn’t a spank, the touch was soft as you brushed it along him.

“was it because i wasn’t there so you thought you didn’t have to ask?” he gasped, you finally spanked him. you used the paddle to soothe the area before repeating your actions.

“m’sorry!” the boy squeals in pain “didn’t mean to mama, i promise” you gave him a look of sympathy, it made him feel warm and soft, and that is what you wanted, you wanted to trick him so then he didn’t expect anything.

“you promise? you promise you didn’t mean to cum without mama?” he nodded “mhm, i promise” you placed the paddle down next to you before resting your hands on his lower back “you’re my good boy.. isn’t that right?”

“m’your good boy mama”

…..

“please!” the boy moans, your silicone strap moving in and out of his tight hole “nuh uh bambi.. no cumming yet” the poor boy needed to cum so so badly, but you weren’t gonna let him, he didn’t deserve it.

he whined and moaned as you fucked him, but each time he was about to cum, you would stop completely, leaving him there to be tortured and edged “m- mama!” his big eyes stared into yours.

“i know, you need t’cum so bad hm?” he nods, struggling to get any words out. he protests when you stilled your hips, his orgasm fading away again.

“my whiny little boy, gotta hush a little bit” he shakes his head, tearing up “don’t.. don’t wanna be p- punished anymore!” you caress his cheek, leaning down a bit more to be closer to his face.

“no? you don’t wanna be punished anymore?” tears start streaming down his face, he let one drip now they won’t stop “oh bambi.. why’re you crying, huh?”

he sniffles, choking out a moan as you slowly start to move your hips again “d- mmh!” he pouts as he moans “c’mon, tell mama” you speed up a bit.

“d.. don’t like bein’ your b- mm! bad boy!” it was so sweet, his sweet little high pitched voice that mixed with his moans, even his salty tears were cute. “that’s why you’re cryin’ bambi? because you don’t like being my bad boy? you wanna be my good boy?”

he nods, he rolls his eyes back in pleasure “aww, poor bambi.. my adorable little boy” he starts fucking himself on the dildo, meeting you half way with every thrust. he was lost in the feeling.

you only stare at his pretty face, but then you feel it, you feel the warm sticky liquid against your skin. you hear his moans—the moans he lets out when he cums.

“matt.” he is confused for a moment, but that is when he realized, he didn’t ask. “what did you just do” that was the exact reason he was being punished, but it happened again.

little bambi fucked up.

© luvs4matt

[sturniololuvz]

a compilation of cute moments between dad!matt and daughter!reader in vlogs

okayyy cuteee

The Sturniolo channel had always been filled with chaotic, hilarious moments, but ever since Matt became a dad, the content had gotten so much cuter. Fans were obsessed with his little girl, and over time, the vlogs had naturally captured some of their most adorable interactions.

1. The Car Video Meltdown (Over a Chicken Nugget)

One of the funniest and cutest moments came during a car video. The triplets were answering random questions when, out of nowhere, Y/N—strapped into her little car seat between Nick and Chris—started wailing.

Matt immediately turned around from the driver’s seat. “What happened? What’s wrong, princess?”

Through big, dramatic sobs, Y/N pointed an accusing finger at Chris. “He ate my nuggie!”

Chris’s jaw dropped. “I did not!”

Nick burst out laughing. “You totally did.”

Matt sighed, trying not to smile. “Chris, seriously?”

“I thought it was mine!” Chris defended, looking panicked.

Meanwhile, Y/N was full-on sobbing. “I wan’ my nuggie back!”

Matt reached into the bag and handed her another nugget, his voice soft. “Here, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

She sniffled, taking it with both hands like it was gold. “Tank you, Daddy.”

Chris, still in disbelief, muttered, “I can’t believe I got framed.”

2. When She Interrupted a Sit-Down Video

The triplets were filming a “Would You Rather” video in their living room when, in the background, Y/N could be heard running down the hall, her little feet slapping against the floor.

Then—

“Daaaaddyyyyyy!”

Matt turned just in time to see her climb onto the couch and plop herself onto his lap, resting her head against his chest.

Chris grinned. “Bro, she just claimed you like a pillow.”

Nick laughed. “We’re not even cutting this out.”

Matt chuckled, kissing the top of Y/N’s head. “Guess I’m filming with a guest now.”

Y/N peeked up at the camera and waved shyly. “Hi.”

The comments exploded:

“SHE’S SO CUTE I CAN’T.”

“This is officially a family channel now.”

“The way she just plopped on Matt like that.”

3. The Ice Cream Disaster

In a vlog where the boys took Y/N to get ice cream, things quickly turned messy.

Matt had just handed her a small vanilla cone when, within seconds, it toppled right out of her hands and splattered onto the ground.

Y/N stared at it for a second before looking up at Matt, her lip wobbling.

Before she could even start crying, Matt crouched down and wiped her face. “It’s okay, princess, we’ll get you another one.”

“But da ice cweam—” she sniffled.

Matt grinned and lifted her onto his hip. “I’ll get you two scoops this time. How about that?”

Her eyes lit up. “Two?”

“Two.”

Chris muttered, “Damn, I wish dropping my food got me more of it.”

4. When She Helped Him ‘Drive’

In another vlog, Matt was sitting in his parked car with Y/N in his lap, letting her pretend to drive. She gripped the steering wheel with all the seriousness of a real driver.

“Where we goin’, Daddy?” she asked.

Matt smirked. “Where you taking me?”

She thought for a second before proudly announcing, “To McDonals.”

Chris, filming from the passenger seat, snorted. “She’s your kid for real.”

5. The Sleepy Cuddle

The final moment in the compilation was from a random behind-the-scenes clip Nick had filmed. It showed Matt lying on the couch, one arm draped over his eyes.

On top of him? Y/N, completely knocked out, her tiny hand gripping his hoodie.

Nick whispered from behind the camera, “She’s literally a little koala.”

Matt, half-asleep, just mumbled, “She’s comfy.”

The fans lost it.

“Father-daughter goals.”

“She’s the biggest daddy’s girl, and I love that for her.”

“Matt went from chaotic triplet to girl dad SO FAST.”

And just like that, the internet continued to melt over every adorable moment between Matt and his little girl.

[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 17: Face-sitting

Fictober Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Face-sitting (✨)

Summary: Face-sitting. That's it.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), oral f!receiving, face-sitting, face-riding, dirty talk

Word Count: 846

A/n: I know I did a fic like this for another prompt, but I do kind of love this prompt.

Read Me On AO3! (Coming soon)

His fingers dig into your hips, nails leaving crescent moon indentations in your tender flesh as you move your cunt against his tongue. 

“Sit,” he’d said and spread your legs over his head. “Ride my face until you come. Please, use me.” 

He needed to lose control. He’d had such a rough week at work and needed to just let go. When he said use me, he meant it. He meant for you to take what you need until he can’t breathe, and then some more. He needed you. 

You have a tight grip on his hair, more than eager to comply with his request. Ride my face until you come. On his tongue is your favorite place to be, after all. 

You chase the heat in your belly with abandon, wanting moans tumbling from your parted lips like an orchestra of pure and unbridled pleasure. His tongue has nowhere to go but through your folds, right where you want him to be, around your clit and inside of you. 

Your walls engulf him as he tastes you from the inside out. Goosebumps erupt on your skin; he traces his fingers over them, gently, reverently, and he hums in approval at the way your walls clench around him.

He holds you, he explores you, and you are so fucking close you might lose your battle with self-control any moment now. Matt can barely breathe with how tightly you’re holding his face against your perfect pussy, but he would gladly suffocate in this position. There is no place he would rather die than drowning in your cum, where the only sound audible to his sensitive ears is the rushing of your blood through the veins in your thighs.

Your scent in his nose, your taste on his tongue—you’re all over him. He may be drinking from you like you are the elixir of life, but you are the one consuming him. You are the one who makes the noise of the world disappear. And when you finally become the death of him, lost in pleasure like this, his headstone will read that he died doing what he loved: eating out the woman he loved as though she were his last meal.

“Touch me,” you plead. 

Matt slides his hand from your hip to your breast. Your nipples are already hard and aching for him to touch, and he greedily starts to play with those sensitive bundles of nerves he likes to wrap his lips around. Your body is his playground, his to love, and his to command. You are completely at his mercy even when he is not in control because you crave him like a dangerous drug. 

You need to inject him into your bloodstream.

“That’s it,” your moan echoes across the room. “That’s it, don’t stop.”

Your hips start to move faster, more desperately against his tongue. He flattens it against your folds, circling your clit whenever he gets the chance. Air has started to become a luxury, his face slick with the wetness pooling out of you, but he would be damned if he tapped out now. 

Time has stopped; only God knows how long he has been waiting for this—craving this.

Before long, the tight coil in your belly snaps, filling you with a warmth that goes straight to your head, and then you’re coming. You lose control of your limbs, falling forward into the mattress as you cry out his name into the void. 

Your pussy keeps dragging along his tongue to chase those electric shocks of pleasure, the feeling that curls around your core like a noose. You are so addicted to that feeling that you drive yourself into overstimulation, his beard burning marks into your thighs. You know you will be sore for days, but oh, it was fucking worth it.

Below you, Matt is groaning and moaning, drinking up every last drop of you until you have nothing left to give. His balls tighten, his cock twitches; Matt buries his teeth in the soft flesh of the inside of your thigh, muffling himself as he spills into his black boxers. You exploded like a bomb in his mouth. He couldn’t hold it back anymore, he had to come. 

It’s pathetic, he thinks, coming untouched like a teenager who never had sex before, but he had to come for you.

He had to come with you.

Matt is incredibly sensitive to what you’re feeling as though he lives inside you, and so for just a little while, he turns into a horny teenager who comes in his underwear. 

You roll off, falling to the mattress beside him. “Holy fuck,” you choke out. 

The words refuse to form. He takes a deep breath. When he exhales again after a few seconds of floating in a boneless bubble, all the tension falls from his shoulders. For the first time in days, Matt is at peace.

“You okay?” your voice reaches through to him. 

He nods, lips curling into a smile. “Yeah,” he says. “I’m okay.”

And it is all because of you. 

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[mattsturnioloz]

I found you again: Pt 3.

Summary: Sequel of 'Then I lost you', A year after a devastating break up, Y/n finds herself reuniting with the love of her life, Matt Sturniolo, at a mutual friends birthday party. Will they rekindle their love?

Pairings: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Warnings: UTI, cussing,

A/N: (honestly i’ve been so lazy to work on this part but I gathered the motivation to write it since you guys love it so i hope you guys enjoy 💚)

I slump myself on the ground, still crying. The night air getting colder by the minute. I look up at Matt who’s taking deep breaths, trying to compose himself.

“Look Y/n, let’s get you home okay? You’re drunk, you’re not taking an uber and i’m not letting you stay here so come on, get up.” He says, calmer, a little bit of guilt in his tone. He takes a step forward holding his hand out but I don’t take it. I try to balance myself as I stand up and I stumble back to my original spot in the car, opening the door and getting in next to Chris again.

I buckle myself in, crossing my arms as Matt opens the drivers door and gets in. I wipe my tears when I look over and see Nancy staring at me with a smug look on her face and it pisses me off even more. “What the fuck are you looking at bitch?!” I spit out, aggressively, my voice still shaky from crying.

“HEY! ENOUGH!!” He yells, turning his whole body around to look at me with disbelief written all over his face as her jaw drops, smiling as she scoffs. I roll my eyes and look over at Chris and Nick who are waking up from all the yelling. “Matt, don’t fucking yell at her like that.” Chris slurs, sternly, his voice groggy from waking up.

“Chris go back to fucking sleep kid. You guys need to shut up and relax, i’m tired of it!” He replies, in the same stern tone. “Can you just drive?!” I yell. “Fine!” He starts the car and starts driving. Finally the car is moving.

A few minutes later Matt starts playing music to cover up the silence in the car and Chris looks over at me empathetically and he can see I was crying. “Are you okay?” He says putting his arm around my shoulder pulling me to his chest and I nod. Surprisingly he’s already starting to sound pretty sober, considering that I still feel like I JUST got drunk.

I fall asleep for what feels like a few minutes but I wake up when I feel the car coming to a complete stop, thinking I was home. I lift my head from Chris’s chest to see but we were just dropping his girlfriend off at her house first. She goes in for a kiss but he moves his face dodging it. Probably to make up for making out with her in front of me earlier. She scoffs and gets out slamming the door.

Matt sighs before starting the car, driving off again. A few minutes pass and I still feel empty, my chest feeling like there’s a big metal ball in it. “H-hey you passed my street!” I say leaning forward to talk to Matt. “You’re not staying home alone, Y/n. You’re drunk.” I know he was right so I don’t protest.

We get to the triplets house and I open the door, stumbling out and I fall. I feel dizzy when I look up and see the world spinning and everything feels lighter as I feel myself pass out.

I wake up in the middle of the night in Matt’s bed covered in blankets, the smell of fresh sheets and candles filling my nostrils. I take a look around and take in the familiar feeling of the room since it was once mine too. I felt a massive hangover coming from the slight headache that was starting to throb.

I get up and leave the room to get some water and pain killers from the kitchen and I see Matt at the couch. Feeling the need to talk to him, so I look for an excuse. “What time is it?” I ask him.

“3:47” He says not even looking at me. “Why are you still up?” I ask, I don’t even know why I did. “Why do you care?” He snaps, turning his gaze to the tv, watching gravity falls. He always loved that show, especially when we were together he would put it on almost every night before bed.

“There’s no need to get snappy, it was just a question.” I reply, with a frustrated tone and all he does is scoff. I roll my eyes and taking some pain killers and I feel hungry all of a sudden.

“Can we go to Mcdonald’s?” I ask, quietly. I’m surprised he even heard me. “It’s almost 4 am and you want Mcdonald’s?” He gives me a baffled look.

“I’m already feeling the hangover and i’m hungry.. please?” I put my hands together, pleading him. He lets out a sigh and gets up. “Fine, go get my keys.” He answers with an attitude. I don’t know what his issue is all of a sudden but it’s starting to get to me.

I go get his keys and hand them to him. “Can I borrow a sweater?” I ask, shivering a bit. “No.” He simply replies. “What’s your issue?” I almost yell. “Nothing, now do you want Mcdonald’s or what??” He raises his voice tilting his head with an annoyed expression.

“No, just take me home.” I reply, looking away. “Come on don’t be like that. I swear you’re so difficult Y/n.” He walks towards the front door opening it and waiting for me to follow so I do.

I leave the house, the cold air hitting me as soon as I do and I get whole body chills. We make our way to his car and I get in buckling myself in before crossing my arms, looking out the window.

He buckles in and pulls out of the driveway and I notice that he’s driving to Mcdonald’s. “What are you doing? I said I wanna go home.” I look at him waiting for a response. “I’ll get you home after we get Mcdonald’s, relax.” He sighs and looks back at the road.

The car goes silent the rest of the way before we go though the drive-thru and we get our food and park in the parking lot to eat. The only sounds being us eating our food.

“Thank you..” I give a slight smile. “You’re welcome.” He says with the same smug face. We finish eating and he starts driving to my place. It all felt so wrong. The silence was so fucking awkward, so quiet that I might go crazy.

We arrive at my place and I unlock the door to leave but before I could open it he locks it again. I look at him confused and when I look at him he opens his mouth before closing it, like he wants to say something. “What are you doing?” I ask, super confused.

“L-listen.. can we talk?” He says with a vulnerable expression but I honestly don’t even want to hear it. “There’s nothing to talk about Ma-“ He cuts me off all of a sudden and grabs my hand.

“I still love you, Y/n..” He says, looking at me dead in the eye. I freeze up and I feel myself start to shake. I’m so confused, was was just so rude to me and now he’s saying he loves me? no! He’s staring at me and I feel overwhelmed, not knowing what to say as I grow nauseas.

I open the door not saying anything and I get out closing the door a little too quick and I run inside my house slamming the door behind me. I slide down my front door after locking it and I feel my eyes fill with tears. I left him hanging. I shouldn’t have done that. I know I have to apologize. I just can’t right now.

1,286 words.

A/N: (I hate this so much, i’m so sorry for the delay guys, I haven’t been able to write at my full potential, it’s been a rough time for me but i have like 50 anons asking for this chapter so here you go 🫶🏼)

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[matthewswifeyx]

One month <3

Requested?- yess! Here <3

Warnings?- Fluff

A/N: Guys this is my first try writing in third person, please tell me if its trash or not! 😅

Y/N and Matt had finally welcomed their beautiful baby boy Conner into the world. He was home safe, sound and settled. Both of the new parents were enjoying their title. They felt extremely comfortable referring to each other as 'mommy' and 'daddy' when speaking with Conner and talking about themselves. The first month went by so quickly, Y/N and Matt had enjoyed every second of quality time they could have with their new addition. It did take them a while to get used to this new lifestyle.

"Matt you put the diaper on backwards!" Y/N chuckled.

"Hey, can you blame me? There are no instructions." Matt laughed with Y/N.

They had worked together and promised each other to talk things out if they are struggling. Y/N recently had been feeling the effects of postpartum depression, but her husband wasn't afraid to be at her side and support her in anyway shape or form.

"I don't why I am feeling so down, I am so happy that we finally can have a family but I just feel a little lost."

"Y/N it is completely okay to be feeling this way at this point in time, we can go to the doctor and get the support you need. We will get through this together. I promise." Matt kissed her lovingly to show that he does care. Y/N knew that he did.

A newborn in the house did result in sleepless nights, but Y/N and Matt did know what they signed up for.

The baby monitor released the sounds of crying from baby Conner in his nursery. It broke both of their hearts that he was in distress.

"I got it Matt don't worry."

Y/N hopped out of bed and went straight to the crying Conner to try and get him back to sleep. She picked him up from his crib and she tried breastfeeding, Y/N has always had trouble feeding Conner. Little did she know that Matt was watching and listening to the events over the baby monitor, he felt so upset for Y/N. He knew that she was devastated when she found that she would have troubles feeding her son.

"Why am I labelled a natural mom when I can't even feed my baby naturally." That comment replayed in Matt's mind. He didn't want Y/N to feel this way again, so he got out of bed and joined his wife in the nursery.

"You doing okay baby?"

"No i'm not. My body won't let me breastfeed." Tears start to sting the corners of Y/N's eyes.

"Baby, you're just tired. I got this one, i'm just going to get a pre made formula from the fridge, okay? Go back to bed and get some rest alright?"

"Okay." She murmurs.

"I love you Y/N." Matt says. Y/N doesn't say anything and walks out of the nursery back to the bedroom. Matt bounced Conner slightly up and down in his arms in a way to quieten him. Matt went over to the rocking chair and tried to see if skin to skin would make Conner fall back to sleep. Matt was already shirtless. Matt took Conner out of his onesie carefully and placed him on his chest.

"It's okay buddy, daddy's here." Matt hushed. He continued to craddle Conner on his chest for a few more minutes and after that Conner had fallen back into a peaceful sleep.

Conner was mostly a happy baby, so when he did cry during the day it didn't affect Y/N and Matt as much. Matt was such a good dad, he knew that the baby couldn't really respond at the moment. But he was being silly and fun with the baby. Matt would never put the baby in harms way. But he would scare Y/N a few times by throwing Conner up in the air slightly and catching him safely.

"God Matt! Don't do that, you scared me!" Y/N immediately took Conner from Matt's arms and held him close to her chest.

"Y/N, honey, I would never do anything to hurt Conner. It's just a bit of fun." Coincidentally Conner babbles quietly in a cute agreement. Both Matt and Y/N laughed at this interaction.

Every since Conner was born, Matt would be looking online for toys and games that they could play with together. Y/N knew that Conner was going to be Matt's best friend. Matt would order the biggest and coolest toys all over the internet. One day Matt would pick up an interactive dinosaur and the next day he would order a jellycat the same size and Y/N. Matt really cared for his child to feel safe and happy even if Conner couldn't appreciate it right now, but being a new father gave Matt a job to make sure both of those bullet points are ticked off the list straight away. Matt would start decorating the play room as soon as he had any free time, Matt had bought a comfortable small couch to put on the corner. he had bought a camouflage backdrop to put behind the sofa, he decided to theme the play room as a jungle. So Matt had bought loads of animal plushies and a teepee tent to put in the corner. Matt had purchased about a dozen of childrens books to read. Matt had also set up some fairy lights in the ceiling to really set the mood.

Y/N couldn't have been more proud and appreciative of Matt, he wanted his son to have the best childhood a father could offer.

Y/N and Matt really tried hard to make sure everything was prepared for Conner when he was able to play and walk and talk. They couldn't have been any better and supportive with one another.

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[incendiobrock]

Illicit Affairs {Chris Sturniolo}

Summary: fem!reader x chris imagine based on "Illicit Affairs" by Taylor Swift. (song lyrics are bolded and in red)

Warnings: ANGSTY ASF!!, language, mentions of sex

A/N: tried a little something different and i think it turned out really well hehehe + my requests are OPEN please send me some!!

Make sure nobody sees you leave Hood over your head, keep your eyes down Tell your friends you're out for a run You'll be flushed when you return

The house was dead silent as you tip toed down the hallway. Sneaking around at the dead of night was a new occurrence for you. You had convinced your friends you weren't feeling well and needed to head home from the bar early.

Instead of going home you went to the house of the boy you had been sneaking around with for almost a month. His brothers, Matt and Nick, had been asleep for at least a couple hours before you even attempted to come over. Chris had met you through a mutual friend and you both decided that things should stay between you two, no need for the public eye.

The shirt that you had worn out to the bar was now discarded somewhere on Chris' bedroom floor. His hoodie now hung over your torso, taking place of your lost garment, as you slipped back out into the night sky.

It was a long walk back to your place but nothing that you hadn't walked before. It was easier this way, or so you tried to convince yourself.

Take the road less traveled by Tell yourself you can always stop What started in beautiful rooms Ends with meetings in parking lots

Your car sat idle in an empty parking lot. Your heart raced as you waited for some indication that Chris was nearby. The late night meetings at his place were becoming too risky, Nick had asked Chris about hearing doors open and shut in the middle of the night. The only place he felt comfortable meeting you was in the confines of your car in a desolate parking lot. Away from your roommates, and away from his brothers.

A small rapping on the window made you jump slightly, cueing you to let the boy inside. He took a seat in the passenger seat, immediately pulling you in for a deep kiss. Words weren't usually spoken between the two of you, all he really wanted was your body. And so you always ended up in the backseat together, clothes discarded on the floorboards, the windows of your car fogging up.

"Same time tomorrow?" He asked with a certain rasp in his voice that always had you swooning. These were the first words he had spoken the whole night, fixing his hair in the rearview mirror. You nodded your head, watching as he got out of the car and began walking back the direction he had initially come from.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and stolen stares They show their truth one single time But they lie, and they lie, and they lie A million little times

After months of hiding away in the car, you were finally back in the bedroom that started it all. Tears were flowing down your cheeks as Chris stood across the room, his hand over his eyes in annoyance.

“I can’t keep doing this Chris…” Your voice was weak from crying, the squeakiness made you cringe as Chris scoffed at your words.

“Can’t keep doing what y/n? You were the one who wanted this!” He said, raising his voice. The volume he was speaking in made you tremble, completely pulling you apart into a weeping mess.

“You’re leading me on Chris! What did you expect? You tell me i’m all yours one night and then the next I find out you’ve been seeing other people! You’re a fucking liar.”

"This never started as anything more than a good fuck! We agreed, 'no strings attached', remember?" He yelled, using his fingers to air quote. He was right, there wasn't supposed to be strings attached but you hadn't planned on wanting more when your affair had first begun.

After some more harsh words were shared, you were leaving his house yet again, this time with tear stained cheeks and no intentions to return. Normally you would try to be quiet, not wanting to get caught, this time you didn’t even try to slowly shut the front door, letting it slam behind you. He could deal with the questions his brothers might have for him all alone, since that's the way he was choosing to leave you. Alone.

And you wanna scream Don't call me "kid" Don't call me "baby" Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me You showed me colors You know I can't see with anyone else

After that night, you promised yourself no more Chris. A relationship was never supposed to form and you knew that now based on how he had acted. The hurt was indescribable and since no one ever knew of your affair to begin with, you had no one to talk to about it. It was your own mistake and you were reaping the consequences.

You tried your best to move on, talking to some guy you had matched with on tinder. He was sweet, loved the outdoors, and he didn’t have to hide you. But he wasn’t Chris.

“Come on kid, what are you doing with yourself?” Chris laughed, mocking you for being with another guy so shortly after things had ended with him. He could read right through your expression as soon as he had seen you two at the party, whisking you away and into a room where you could talk one on one. You felt small under his intense gaze.

“Don’t call me that Chris… And for your information we aren’t even official yet, we’ve just been talking.” You replied, trying your best to stand your ground and not fall straight back into your old habits. The way he made you feel just by being in the same vicinity as you never failed to take your breath away.

“Does he treat you well?”

Your nose scrunched up, wondering why he would even care after all the shit he had put you through.

“Yeah- I mean, I guess… He’s a sweet guy.” You stuttered out, not reassuring Chris' concern whatsoever. His body inched closer to yours, you craved nothing more than to be held by him again.

“You know he’s never going to know you the way I do baby.” Chris whispered, your bodies now chest to chest as he leaned in closer to your lips. Shivers traveled down your spine as you tried to refrain from closing the distance between you and kissing the man you had been dreaming of ever since you left him.

Don't call me "kid" Don't call me "baby" Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

A lot had been on your mind since running into Chris at that party. Though you never kissed that night, you still couldn't deny the fact that you were constantly thinking about him. Your little fling had taken notice to the way you seemed to always act dazed when he was over. He chalked it up to stress, knowing you had been working in overdrive at your job. Little did he know that anytime he hooked up with you, you were imagining he was someone else.

Things ended with him quicker than they had started and you felt like you were back at square one. Alone, depressed, and still longing for the one guy you couldn't have, Chris. Things in your life that once brought you joy now only brought a sense of numbness. You didn't recognize yourself, and you weren't sure who you even were at this point in time.

The hours passed by as you tried to fall asleep, a task that was nearly impossible for you to complete as of recently. You could only flip over so many times, trying to get into a comfortable enough position to lull yourself to sleep. When you were sat in bed alone and restless, for the eighth night in a row, you decided to send a text.

2:43AM

Y/N: are you awake rn?

Chris: wow what's up ma

haven't heard from you in awhile

Y/N: i can't keep missing you like this

it's going to be the death of me

Chris: come over then

you know i always have a spot for you in my bed

Y/N: be there in 20

And you know damn well For you, I would ruin myself A million little times

The next morning you woke up, tangled in sheets. Chris had his arms wrapped around your waist. It felt good to be back in his arms.

"Good morning," Chris spoke behind you, the rasp you loved so much evident in his voice. All was well and you finally felt whole again. You spent the whole morning sharing kisses, eventually turning into the afternoon, before Chris had to get up and get started on some work project.

As you snuck out of his house for what felt like the hundredth time, you realized that nothing was ever going to change. You would always be the one running back to him, no matter how many times he would hurt you. Because at the end of the day, you needed him in your life, even if he didn't need you.

You would ruin yourself a million times, just for the short amount of satisfaction you got when you could finally be "his". And so you did.

[sevcasejay1chicago]

We chose you- Matt, Kelly, Jay

Summary: You hear Erin Lindsey bad mouthing you in the bathroom at Molly’s. She opens up old wounds that only your boys can heal.

Warnings: cursing, mentions vomiting, diabetic

Authors note: Here it is my loves. This is a request from an anonymous friend. I hope you enjoy!

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Molly’s was packed. Stella was hosting her monthly karaoke night. The night was young, the drinks were cold, and the people were packed in the bar. You were sat at a back table with Jay, Will, Matt, Kelly, and Natalie. The music wasn’t the worst your group had heard, but that was the last thing on your mind. You and Will Halstead were up next. You had lost a bet to him earlier that day, so now you were stuck singing We Are Never Getting Back Together by T-Swift. Will won the bet, which got you on stage. The catch was that you got to pick the song.

When Stella loudly announced your song and called you and Will up, you practically had to be dragged away. You couldn’t believe that you had been talked into this. Hopefully the liquid courage would be enough.

About half way through the song, you realized that a very drunk Erin Lindsey with flirting with Kelly and Jay. Their attention was solely on her and, from the looks of it, they were not pushing her away. You felt anger rise in your chest, but locked eyes with Will and kept singing.

Once the song was over, you handed your mic to Will and stormed off into the bathroom. Reaching a stall, you immediately went in and sat down, grabbing toilet paper to blot the tears away in hopes of Matt not noticing that you had been crying. You figured Kelly and Jay wouldn’t notice, given that they were entertaining Erin.

Suddenly, you heard giggling as the door swung open. You huddled up with your feet above the view from under the door, hoping that nobody knew you were there.

“They could do so much better than her.” Erin slurred, giggling as Hailey Upton handed her a wet paper towel.

“Erin.” Hailey sighed, crossing her arms as she watched her drunk companion dab the paper towel on the back of her neck.

“What? She’s not as pretty as me. She has WAY more issues than me. I mean, I could hide my feelings for the most part. She’s just so whiny. I even feel bad for Matt.” Erin slurred, slapping the paper towel onto the counter and scoffing loudly. “They just pity her. Why have her when they could have me?” Erin asked as she walked out of the bathroom.

Hailey muttered something under her breath before she gave her reply, which got drown out by the music and then the door shutting behind her. You, however, were completely horrified. Deep down, you knew she was just talking shit. Right?

Pulling yourself together, you made your way back to your table and practically sat yourself in Matt’s lap as you eyed Kelly, Jay, Erin, and Hailey. You laid your head on his shoulder as you took a sip of his water.

“You okay baby?” Matt asked, lifting your hair from the back of your neck as he felt the heat coming from you.

“I don’t feel good. Can we go home?” You whispered in his ear before laying your head back onto his shoulder.

Matt rubbed your back and nodded. “Absolutely. Let me go collect the guys.” He replied, starting to stand and hand you off to Will to keep you company.

“Just leave them. Will can fill them in and Upton can bring them home.” You said, pouting at Matt. “I really don’t feel good and I wanna go home.” You whined, giving him your best puppy dog look, though you were literally getting nauseous by seeing the way Erin was all over them.

Matt eyed you and finally gave in with a nod to Will. “Alright baby. Come on. Let’s get you home.” Matt said, standing with you braced against his chest, kissing the top of your head.

After a short goodbye to the people at your table, Matt guided you through the crowded bar and out of the side door. He kept his hands on your waist and almost laughed when you breathed in a lungful of the cool night air. From there, he picked you up, bridal style, and carried you to Jay’s truck, easily depositing you into the front seat and buckling you in.

“Just tell me if you need me to pull over, ‘kay?” Matt told you, cupping your burning face in his palms.

“Kay.” You hummed closing your eyes and enjoying the coolness of his hands. You had to hold back a whine when he moved back and closed the door, missing the coolness of his hands and the comfort he brought you.

Matt drove home with your hand in his, making sure to be easy on his stops and turns. When he parked the truck, he looked over to notice that you were asleep with your head leaned against the back of the seat, your face toward him. Instead of waking you up, Matt quietly took you out of the car and carried you inside. He tried to gently undress you, but you woke with a start when the cool air hit your chest.

“Shhhh. I’m just changing your clothes baby.” Matt soothed, leaning over you to make eye contact. He could see the fear in your eyes until you recognized him. An old PD casing coming back to haunt you if Matt had to guess.

You breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, laying back again. “I’m good. I’m ‘Kay.” You slurred, still pretty drunk and very much half asleep.

Matt nodded. “Okay baby. I’m almost done and then we can go to bed.” Matt whispered, quickly changing you into one of his shirts before laying you against your pillow. “Need anything?” Matt asked sweetly, tucking the blankets around your shoulders.

You thought back to Erin’s comment and quickly shook your head, almost regretting how much it hurt to do so. “‘M good. Go back n have fun.” You whispered, starting to turn over and go to sleep.

Matt chuckled and started taking off his clothes. “No ma’am. I’m staying here with you.” Matt said, tossing his clothes in the hamper, along with yours. “Let’s remove your makeup so that your eyes aren’t irritated in the morning.” Matt proposed, walking toward the bathroom for your makeup wipes.

You wiped silent tears from your face as the feeling of being a burden almost immediately tried to swallow you whole. You weren’t completely sure if he was doing this out of habit or obligation after hearing Erin’s comments. “You don’t have to.” You said, trying to make your voice sound strong.

Matt came back in the room, wipes in hand. “Baby.” Matt cooed, immediately coming to your side. “Shhh. It’s alright.” Matt shushed, taking you into his arms as you shook with a sob. “Baby. What’s wrong? You feel sick?” Matt asked, knowing throwing up was a major fear of yours. You did, so when you nodded, you weren’t exactly lying. “Need to go to the bathroom?” Matt asked with a hum, staying calm to hopefully promote the same feeling within you.

You shook your head. “Sleep.” You whispered, sniffing and pulling yourself together.

Matt nodded. “Okay hunny. Hang on.”

Your loving boyfriend then proceeded to wipe your face clean of makeup and tears. Holding the wipe to your nose to blow after the crying made you sniffly. Then he tucked you back into bed and kissed your forehead.

“I’ll be right back to cuddle sweetheart.” Matt promised. He was only gone for a few minutes before he returned with some water, meds for your hangover tomorrow morning, and a trash can. “Trash can will be on the nightstand if you wake up feeling sick.” Matt said, placing it on his side of the bed, which meant you would end up waking him if you got sick in the night.

Matt finally slid into bed, plugged in your phones and turned out the lights. You weren’t going to object when Matt immediately pulled you into his arms since he initiated the contact. Instead, you got comfortable and fell into a fitful sleep.

You barely stirred when Jay and Kelly stumbled in at 5 am, but you were immediately hit with the smell of alcohol when you woke a few hours later. Luckily, Matt was already up and cooking in the kitchen, so he didn’t hear when you made a mad dash for the bathroom and threw up everything you consumed the night before. Afterwards, you brushed your teeth and showered, needing to make sure that the smell of vomit didn’t linger and to calm your racing heart. You brushed again before going out to join Matt in the kitchen.

For the next several days, you dodged Kelly and Jay. Constantly making an excuse to not be in the same room as them. You even went to bed early every night and slept on Matt’s side of the bed to ensure that the other two wouldn’t touch you at night. Every time you saw the boys do something for the other or heard them talking to each other in a loving way, your heart twisted in sadness. They sound and look so happy when you aren’t bothering them. The thought made you physically sick, which led to more vomiting and skipping meals, claiming that you had a big lunch or ate a snack.

However, you failed to notice that the boys were in fact taking notice of your presence, or lack thereof. It was bothering them, but they weren’t going to push you. They knew that you had your moments when you needed to be left alone, so they did just that until they couldn’t anymore.

A week after the incident at Molly’s, the boys were setting up their Friday night date night. They figured, since you haven’t wanted to be around them, that you wouldn’t want to be around other people. They were just finishing setting up when you walked through the door. Everyone stopped and looked at you. You were frozen in place, pale as a ghost and trembling as you breathed erratically. Everyone stayed frozen for a moment until you threw your stuff on the counter and ran for the bathroom.

All three boys were hot on your heels. Matt got there first, pressing you against his side with one hand and keeping your ponytail back with the other as you bent at the waist over the toilet. You were still hyperventilating and shaking.

“Shhhhh. It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here.” Matt shushed, lightly rubbing your right side. It seemed odd that he could feel your ribs after only a week of barely touching you.

Jay and Kelly were moving about the master bathroom, both getting things you normally liked when you were sick. Jay eventually came over with a wet wash cloth and laid it over the back of your neck while taking your temp with the forehead thermometer.

“No fever.” Jay announced, reaching up to rub your back. He startled slightly when you flinched. You have never flinched when any of the boys touched you, when your sober anyway. Jay and Matt made eye contact when it happened, but were quickly drawn back to you as you heaved loudly.

“I-hmmm. Just l-leave, Pl-hukk.” You tried to plead, being cut off by a gag.

“No way.” Kelly said, taking you by the hips. You were swaying slightly now, the hyperventilating, plus the heaving and you locking your legs was clearly causing you to lose your balance. “Kneel down baby.” Kelly coached, pushing your hips slightly down to lead you onto your knees.

“Mm-m.” You shook your head, moving closer to Matt. “G-go. Ju-out!” You tried to exclaim, but it ended in a whisper as you sagged into Matt’s arms.

“Woah!” Matt said, catching you and lowering you to the ground.

Kelly immediately took a towel down and pillowed your head with it. Jay knelt down to check your pulse as Matt helped Kelly pull you into the recovery position.

“Pulse is strong but tacky.” Jay announced, keeping a hold of your wrist.

“Y/n? Open your eyes.” Matt called, tilting your face upwards to open your airways more.

You didn’t respond. Kelly took out the blood pressure machine and handed Jay the glucose monitor. The exchange was done silently and the devices were used immediately. Jay gasped as your blood sugar came up on the small device.

“Holy shit. It’s 45!” Jay exclaimed, immediately diving for the bag and pulling out the glucagon and spraying it into your nose.

“BP is pretty high for her, which makes since with a blood sugar that low.” Kelly commented, standing to run to the kitchen and grab you some orange juice.

“Let’s take her to the living room. Can you grab the trash can just in case?” Matt asked Jay, shifting you into his arms as you began to stir. “Shhhhh. We gotcha.” Matt murmured as Jay nodded and grabbed the first aid kit and trash can, following Matt out into the living room.

Matt barely had you laid down when you woke up. Immediately, you attempted to get up, still feeling nauseous and kinda flighty. You felt like a caged animal needing to escape.

“Hey hey hey. No baby.” Matt exclaimed, pushing you back down. “You just passed out from low blood sugar. Kelly is getting you some juice I think.” Matt soothed, sitting down next to you.

“M fine.” You said, trying to push yourself up again.

“Bullshit.” Kelly said, walking into the room with Jay behind him.

“Fine my ass.” Jay muttered, ripping open one of your zofrans and giving it to you.

You took the Zofran and sipped on the orange juice that Kelly brought in. Everyone was staring at you, but you averted your gaze as you began to connect the dots on what just happened. You knew what was coming next.

“Alright. Spill. What’s been going on with you lately?” Jay asked, sitting on the coffee table and trying his best not to seem intimidating.

You shook your head. “Nothin.” You said, trying to sound normal.

“No. That’s not an answer.” Kelly said, coming to kneel next to you. “You’ve been avoiding us, mostly me and Jay, for a week now. What did we do?” Kelly asked, pleading with his eyes.

“You really wanna know??” You exclaimed, hands trembling from more than low blood sugar. “I’m just surprised you haven’t gone back to Erin. I’m sure she’s still in town.” You scoffed.

“What?” Kelly and Jay both said.

“At Molly’s, she was flirting with you and you were flirting back. Then you didn’t come home until 5 am.” You had tears streaming down your face. “Erin didn’t know I was crying in the bathroom when she told Hailey how much better she is than me and how sorry she feels for you guys for having a needy girlfriend.” You explained, hastily wiping the tears from your face.

“Baby, we-“ Jay started, but you shoved the orange juice into his hand and reached for the trash can instead.

Matt pulled your pony tail back again as Kelly reached over to steady the trash can. You were just panting heavily, but saliva was dripping into the trash can along with your tears. Luckily, the Zofran was completely dissolved under your tongue.

“Shhhhhh. Breathe baby. Slow down.” Matt soothed, rubbing your back. “Let it pass baby. Just breathe and let it pass. You’ve gotten yourself all worked up.” Matt whispered, letting you keep the trash can as long as you needed to, but hoping that this was just nausea from anxiety.

You nodded, spitting and letting Kelly take the trash can. You immediately turned into Matt and hid your face in his neck. You let yourself sob, having been pent up for too long. You missed this. You missed your boys.

“Baby. We chose you.” Jay said, placing a hand on your back. “She did try, but we chose you and Matt.”

“We would never chose her.” Kelly said, sitting down next to Matt. “We had our fun, but that was the past. You and Matt are our future.” Kelly explained, placing a hand on Matt’s thigh.

“And we love taking care of you. We love that you love us enough to trust us with anything.” Matt said, planting a kiss on the side of your head. “I knew they wouldn’t leave us because I know how much they love us. How much they love you.” Matt whispered.

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[yxtubers]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝

matt sturniolo x reader (angst/fluff)

summary: after a huge misunderstanding, matt has to find a way to fix things

warnings/notes: mild argument, mentions of cheating

requested?: yes!

> > >

Ever since you and Matt started dating, you made an oath to never believe the things said online. People posted nasty comments about you and your relationship - so the deal was struck that you guys would advise each other should anything worrying come up.

This notion was quickly thrown out the window however once Matt witnessed something that made his stomach drop.

It was a picture of you and some guy. Shamelessly hugging at a café near town. He saw a huge grin plastered onto your face. He didn’t like jumping to conclusions, but when he saw another picture pop up on his timeline of you guys having a coffee together, his blood began to run cold.

Could this be?

He trusted you with everything he had, but something about this struck him as odd. You had told him you were just going to the post office - plus, he had never seen or heard of this ‘friend’ before.

Trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, his mind came to the conclusion that perhaps you had just run into an old friend and decided to catch up.

However when you came home and failed to mention your early morning rendezvous with this new friend of yours, he began to panic. He had specifically asked you what you did today in the hopes that you would ease his worries - but when you completely and blatantly lied to his face? He lost it.

“I saw you,” he blurted out.

You turned around to face him, confusion settling on your features. You set your keys behind you quickly and walked up to Matt.

“Saw me where?”

He huffed in annoyance. He hated that you were pretending to act clueless.

“With that guy,” he said. When you didn’t budge he kept going. “You were at a café. You’re lying to me - you said you went to the post office!”

He didn’t like accusing you of anything, but what was he supposed to think?

To be fair, it was true that you had been at the post office that day - but it was also true that you had been at that café. What Matt didn’t know was that what he saw was not an example of you being unfaithful, and when you tried to explain this, he wasn’t having any of it.

“No - you lied to me. And for what? To go see some guy? I trusted you!”

You could see the hurt on his face as he finished his sentence, his breathing picking up.

“He’s not just some guy!” you yelled back.

Matt was taken aback, involuntarily stepping backwards from you. He felt betrayed, and even more - angry. How could you be defending this man when he was trying to confront you for what you did?

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you trailed off, sighing.

You took a few steps towards Matt, but he backed away again, tears brimming at his eyes.

“He’s my brother.”

Matt scoffed, rolling his eyes. The audacity of you to come up with this bullshit shocked him completely.

“I’m not lying - look,” you said as you pulled out your phone and showed him some old pictures.

Sure enough, there was the café guy with you. Except you were both younger. Your mother could be seen behind you both, her arms wrapped around your shoulders.

The memory made your eyes sting, and before you could stop yourself you let out a huge sob, dropping your phone into Matt’s hands.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I wasn’t ready yet - I haven’t seen him in years… I- I wanted to meet him first and-“ you said as you tried to keep the trembling in your voice to a minimum. “I’m not even sure if he’s gonna stick around this time.”

Matt furrowed his brows, looking intently at the images on your phone. Now that he noticed it, you guys did look alike - and now he felt horrible for assuming the worst of you.

Taking your phone back from him, you placed it in your pocket.

“I’ll explain everything another time. I think I just want to be alone right now,” you mumbled, your head throbbing from all the sudden crying. Sniffling and wiping away your tears, you grabbed your car keys off the table.

Before Matt could come to his senses and stop you, you were already out the door, reversing out of his driveway.

- - -

You made quick work getting home. Attempting to keep your tears at bay could only last so long, so you drove as fast as possible. Rain pattered against your windscreen and the squeaking of the wipers was all you could focus on to help calm your breathing down.

Seeing your brother for the first time in years made you extremely emotional. You were happy, of course - but the hurt that he caused you and your family still lingered whenever you saw his face. What hurt even more was that Matt thought you would ever betray his trust.

You didn’t blame him. The evidence seemed pretty convincing. Yet you wished you didn’t have to reveal this secret to him so soon. You wished you had more time to prepare - your brother had always been a sensitive topic to you. It was just easier to not mention him around Matt and his brothers. That would cause too many buried emotions to come up, and you really never felt like explaining your family drama.

How well that worked out, you thought to yourself.

What you didn’t know was that Matt had ran out of the house almost immediately. Chris and Nick had been out somewhere with the minivan, so he opted to run after you since your house wasn’t too far.

He tried to think of what he would say once he saw you. Nothing seemed good enough. How could he even begin to convey how sorry he was?

He was at your door in less than 10 minutes.

Seeing your car parked out front, he jogged up to your door, knocking desperately.

“Matt?” you said as you opened the door.

There he was on your front doorstep, soaking wet and shivering in the cold. His hair was dripping water onto the ground, and his tears were masked by the raindrops trickling down his cheeks.

“What are you doing?”

Grabbing his arm you pulled him inside, immediately grabbing a towel and wrapping him up.

You sat him down on your couch and turned on the heater, hoping to prevent him from catching a cold. Once Matt’s teeth stopped chattering, he began to speak.

“I can’t even tell you how sorry I am,” he whispered, his puppy-dog eyes welling up with tears once again.

“Matt-“ you began.

“Let me finish. I should have never accused you of cheating - I know you had your reasons for hiding this from me. I just want you to know that you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. I’ll be here to listen whenever you’re ready, no rush.”

You pulled his head to your chest, hugging him tightly. Matt’s tears soaked your t-shirt but you didn’t care. All you were worried about now was him and how cold he probably was.

“I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to lie to you,” you said as you toyed with the wet strands of hair on his head.

“And I hope you know I would never cheat on you. I’m sorry that you thought that.”

He raised his head, smiling at you.

“I know,” he said.

Grabbing your hands in his, he peppered kisses all over your fingers and palms, giving love to each individual finger and inch of skin.

“Last time I believe pictures from the internet,” he joked as he intertwined your hands, laying his head back on your shoulder.

“I thought that’s always been the deal, goofball.”

After a few moments of silence you pulled Matt off the couch, bringing him to your bedroom where you dried his hair off with your dryer.

His hands rested on your hips, playing with the hem of your shirt as he sat on your bed. You stood above him, making sure to get every strand of hair water-free for him.

“I love you,” he said as you unplugged the hairdryer from the wall, his eyes trailing across your features adoringly.

Resting it on the floor, your feet padded up towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his forehead which was nice and dry now.

“I love you too, baby.”

He pulled you on top of him, falling backwards onto the bed as he gripped your waist tightly. With your legs straddling him and Matt’s hold unwavering, you both fell asleep, happy as ever.

[konchitsya-leto]

phrases and dialogues i saw floating out there in the internet as foxes!

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Neil: i'm going to go and get the healthiest 6-8 hours long sleep. i have 2 hours to do so

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Allison: yesterday i saw you with a boy

Andrew: it's my friend

Allison: you were kissing

Andrew: my very close friend

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Dan: after an argument some people feel they might have been too rude. i always feel like i've had to be ruder. like, maybe, starting a fight might've been of a not so bad choice. at least i should have kicked that moron's ass just once.

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Aaron: ach du heiliges aufmerksamkeitsdefizitsyndromkind

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Nicky: Seth, hi! i have a favour to ask of you. can you laugh less? you know, they say laughing prolongs your life, and i'd like you to die sooner. sorry for being rude

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Wymack: for fuck's sake, Andrew Joseph Fucking Minyard! where have you been? we called in every hospital and morgue out there, they said you're admitted to EACH OF THEM

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Matt: don't aim to do the whole task in one set. break down your main task into subtasks. then break down every subtask into micro-tasks. then break down every micro-task into nano-tasks. and then,

Renee: boom! there are no tasks; everything has dissolved into an existential hole as if it has never existed at all; however, what's even real in this perishable flow of being?

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Kevin: hi

Aaron: ...hi

Kevin: how are you?

Aaron: good

Kevin: hmm, why not bad?

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Seth: i have two moods: 1) the fuck you think i'm joking. 2) i'm joking

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Allison: i haven't completely fallen in love yet, so in my stomach there are caterpillars

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Aaron: the smartest ones made the smartest move: they died last year

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Kevin: i drink alcohol and they say i'm alcoholic but when i drink fanta they never say i'm fantastic

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Neil: i've lost motivation. i need some life goal, my life energy has burnt out

Andrew: i can accomodate you with kicking your ass

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Nicky: bonjour, motherfucker

Kevin: adios, bitchacho

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Wymack: don't worry, don't cry

Kevin: drink vodka and fly

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Renee: do you believe in god?

Andrew: no

Renee: you're such a nice looking guy!

Renee: and such a wrong thing is in your head

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[during a session]

Betsy: have you ever tried screaming?

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Andrew: i put the 'hot' in psychotic

Betsy: it's... Totally not how we handle it

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Allison: sorry, i have no mental resources for that

Aaron: just as how it was yesterday

Allison: just as how it'll be tomorrow

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Andrew: i like tall men. you walk next to them and can't hear what they are blah-blahing up there

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Abby: we can't giggle here

Neil: but why?

Abby: well, it's a crime scene?

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Abby: i'll tell you, jail is no fun

Wymack: you've been in jail???

Abby: once. in Monopoly

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Abby: you are all really well behaved today. what did you do?

[bondoes-art]

First night at Freddy's spoilers!

So uh... How we feeling?

I loved it, even if their computer was being a pain. AJ whipped out the chainsaw, normal RE things.

Mike and Lizzy, supportive siblings! Look at them go! It was kind of sad seeing her constantly calling the police to see if there was more info, and when that didn't work she got a job and a conspiracy board.

Matt being murderous business manager per usual, calling up 'MadPat' I loved the little call to his ego name that people decided on.

(Completely off topic, but let it be known I despise the fact that Casey's voice for Glitchtrap without the filter would totally work for my boy Ruthless, which I love and hate because now my brain wants me to animate the man to Glitchtrap lines)

"A little overtime never killed anyone." Bonnie no-

The ending, oh boy the ending. Baby driving in and running over Glitchtrap, allowing Lizzy to finish the job. Poor Baby got ptsd, though to be fair the cut of Lizzy with the drill probably would've freaked me out a bit if I was in her shoes. Then Baby was gonna attack her despite the animatronic's protests. Let's just say the blood(?) effects on that were phenomenal, but it was really sad. "Don't take me back there."

And Glitchtrap at the end, oh boy. It all seemed like it was going to be okay, Lizzy and the animatronic's made it through. They all leave right away except Lizzy, and then suprise Glitchtrap is not dead. He shocks the poor girl then blows the both up with Matt's weird plug in bomb.

The poor animatronics, they were so excited to leave with her and then the building blows up behind them. Never have I thought I'd feel such sorrow behind little plastic eyes. Nothing changed but they looked so sad.

And calling up poor Nate. Xander did a wonderful job on Freddy's lines there, I could feel the tears in his voice. I wanted to give poor tiny bear man a hug. They all just lost everything.

I started crying as the credits rolled. I also did at the end of Virus because the finality of it all hit me like a truck. The blooper clips from both the original and prequel, blurick07 art (congrats on that if you're reading this holy shit), the slowed revamp of Baby I Love You. You can't do that too me.

Fnaftm had been a part of my whole childhood, and the fact that it's all come to an end and I'm going to be an adult this coming July it's all kind of bittersweet. It's over, all in the most gorgeous movie.

It's gonna be hard to move on but I wish RE well in whatever comes next, fnaf or not.

I'm totally going to be making art at some point. I still wanna hug the little furry babies. :(

[sturniololuvz]

heyy girl can you do one where sturniolos sister is like 3-4 and has separation anxiety for the triplets?

awww , yess!

“Too Little to Let Go”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : crying

The morning had started out rough. Three-year-old Y/N had barely opened her eyes before she clung to Matt’s hoodie, refusing to let go. The triplets had a busy day ahead—meetings, filming, and errands—so they had made the tough decision to drop her off at daycare just for a few hours.

But Y/N? She was not having it.

The second they strapped her into her car seat, the wailing began.

“NOOOO! I don’t wanna go!” Y/N sobbed, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as she kicked her tiny legs.

Nick sighed from the passenger seat, rubbing his temples. “Dude, we haven’t even left the driveway yet.”

Chris turned around from the driver’s seat, trying to reason with her. “Y/N, it’s just for a little bit! You’re gonna play with toys, meet new friends—”

“NO FRIENDS! ONLY YOU!” she screamed, flailing her arms.

Matt, sitting next to her, tried to pat her back. “It’s gonna be okay, bug—”

SMACK!

Y/N slapped his hand away, face red and blotchy from all the crying.

Nick burst out laughing. “Yo, she just rocked Matt.”

“It’s NOT funny!” Matt groaned, rubbing his arm.

The entire drive was chaos. Y/N wailed the whole way there, hiccupping between cries as the triplets tried—and failed—to soothe her. When they finally pulled up to the daycare, her grip on Matt’s sleeve tightened like a vice.

“Alright, Y/N, let’s go,” Chris said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“NOOOO!” She kicked wildly, hitting both Matt and Nick as they tried to get her out of the seat.

“Ow—dude, she’s strong for a toddler,” Nick muttered, dodging another tiny fist.

After several minutes of struggling, they somehow managed to carry her inside, but the second they stepped through the doors, Y/N lost it.

“NOOOOO! DON’T LEAVE MEEE!” she screeched, tears streaming down her face. She arched her back, wiggling like a fish out of water in Matt’s arms.

Every single person in the daycare turned to stare.

“Uh…” Chris shifted awkwardly. “This is bad.”

Nick glanced at the front desk, where a daycare worker was giving them a hesitant smile. “Sooo, about dropping her off…”

Matt winced as Y/N grabbed onto his hoodie collar in a death grip. “I don’t think it’s happening.”

Y/N’s cries only grew louder.

“ALRIGHT, WE’RE DONE!” Nick blurted, spinning on his heel. “Abort mission!”

Within seconds, they rushed back to the car, plopping Y/N into her seat. The second she realized she wasn’t being left behind, her sobs slowed to sniffles.

Chris turned to her, hands on his hips. “You little manipulator, you knew we weren’t gonna leave you, huh?”

Y/N sniffled, rubbing her eyes. “No daycare?”

Matt sighed, shaking his head. “No daycare.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“McDonald’s?” Y/N asked innocently, batting her wet lashes.

Nick groaned. “Oh my god, you’re literally a menace.”

Chris snickered, starting the car. “Fine, we’ll get McDonald’s. But you owe us, little girl.”

Y/N giggled, her tantrum completely forgotten as they drove off—daycare long behind them.

[quodekash]

FUUUUUUUUUUUCKing hell theyre gonna kiss today????

hes so grumpy already I love this so much

the silent conversations chain and toey are having with their eyes oml I cant

pls this is so funny

theyre both deeply in love with someone else so it's jsut so unnatural to them

BUT ALSO id like to mention that the first thing chain did when he had to pretend to be hitting on toey was put his arm around his shoulders and rest his hand there. which is what he's literally ALWAYS doing with pun, no matter when it is, he's always standing next to pun with his hand resting on one of his shoulders

its like he associates his time with pun as being in a romantic relationship 👀

THESE FUCKIN BASTARDS 😭

JUST KISS IM BEGGING YOU

theyre lost in their own little world 🥺

kiIIIIIS

this is too funny, the cuts from "chain. chain what happened next." to ✨soulful dramatic guitar music✨

im sad they didnt actually kiss but also im not surprised

LOOK AT THEM, DUDE

THEYRE SO NATURAL WITH EACH OTHER

I FUCKIN LOVE FRIENDS TO LOVERS SO SO MUCH

half convinced theyre already dating, they just cant be bothered saying anything so theyre waiting for others to ask them about it

PUN IS SO CUTE DUDE I ADORE HIM HES FUCKING ADORABLE

I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH THEYRE SOIMPORTANT TO ME

if I ever have a romantic partner, this is what I want

I cant explain it, I just wanna run up to them with pure joy and excitement, and for them to hold me back by just pushing against my skull

it just seems perfect, idk why

GB4JHERGB

THE FRIENDSHIP OF ALL TIME

genuinely think I might be more invested in their friendship than all the romantic relationships in this show

im fucking CRYING

my king matt, this was so unnecessary and I love everything about it

why does it suit him so well tho

they should kiss again I think

I feel everything about this image on a spiritual level

THIS ENTIRE AMUSEMENT PARK SEQUENCE BRINGS ME SO MUCH JOY AND DOPAMINE IM IN LOVE WITH THSI EPUSODE

NEW COMFORT EPISODE UNLOCKED

look its really funny but I do feel bad cos this day is not even a little bit fun for him

like q is having a complete shit time

poor chain doesn't love amusement parks but he has to go on the rides with toey to keep up the facade cos toey loves these rides 😭

and its even worse realising Q also seems to love amusement parks, so he would be having a fucking amazing time if he could just go on all the rides next to Q cos they both love it so much 😭😭

fuckin FINALLY

LMAO WHAT

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY I JUST SCREECHED WITH LAUGHTER SO LOUD AND ITS MIDNIGHT

THE PURE COMICAL SHOCK AS HE REALISDE WHAT HE SAID, THE EXCITEMENT FROM EVERYONE ELSE AS THEYR EALISE WHAT HE SAID

I mean to be fair it was REALLY obvious

im surprised no one noticed earlier but also its a bl so im not at all surprised to find out theyre all fuckin dumbasses

SERIOUSLY THO TANFANG IS WHAT I WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP HOLY SHIT

a lot of the time watching bls ill be like "I want that" but its usually as a joke

but THIS?? the fucking adhd bastard (me) who just wants to be near their partner and compliment and always stimming and just having a swell fucking time while the other one loves them but is mildly tired but also in adoration? FUCKIN GIMME

also how the fuck has Q not realised, theyre all so fucking obvious

also also I cant explain it it just feels deeply as though pun and chain are for real dating they just havent told anyone yet

ill make a post about it all at some point maybe (I definitely wont)

PHYSICAL TOUCH IS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE 😭😭😭

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH HE DOESNT HAVE TO HOLD HIM SECRETLY ANYMORE THEY CAN JUST WALK HAND IN ARM NATURALLY NOW

hear me out tho, this gets even funnier if he's actually already in a committed relationship that no one knows about yet

I dont think it's secret dating, it's just 'not super obvious dating to try and see JUST how oblivious all our friends are. its been three years at this point and still no one's said anything. we're starting to lose all hope.'

I love tan so much, the little wave

what the FUCK

what the FUCK FUCK???

THE SOUNDWIN LINE????

HERE IT IS ITS FUCKIN COMIN GUYS

HE SAID IT

HE FUCKIN SAID IT

[insert that gif of the crowd of people in the bar going insane]

holy fucking shit dude holy fucking shit

my legs are literally shaking idk if I can do this

FUCK TO THE YES, FUCKING EXPLICIT ASK FOR CONSENT HOLY FUCKING SHIT

WHAT THE FUCK

AND THE FUCKING SONG IN THE BACKGROUND !!!!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT DUDE

im gonna be here all day

I dont even need to watch the rest of the episode now

I can just go to bed if I want and watch the rest later or smth

dude I cant wait for q to realise that toey is milk frappe guy

HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT JUST PROCESSED IN MY MIND THAT THEY KISSED

WHAT THE FUCK

omg making out in a haunted house, what a dream

the workers watching on the security cameras probably had a blast that day

how funny would it be if there'd been a scare actor in the shadows in that room with them and they'd been about to scare them but they were too shocked with that tender kiss to remember they have a job

he needs to lie on his bed and just stare at his roof and think about that for a while

tbh same

look at him 🥺 he's so lost in that memory

thEY FUCKIN MADE OUT HOLY FUCK

welp on that note I think im done for now

I might finish the ep with my silly thoughts+screenshots later but for now tis the time for sleep