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I FEAR I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE HOLY FUCKING SHIT OHHHHH MY GOD im having a visceral reaction to this FUCK me im hyperventilating

who opened the FUCKING floodgates PARK THAT BIG MACK TRUCK RIGHT IN THIS LITTLE GARAGE 💔

Oh I just want to pat zombie Matt on the head and put him in my pocket oh that's my baby💔💔

I Made a Zombie!Matt playlist and a pintrest board because I'm insane and so fully obsessed with hin😍😊

As of right now I can't get myself to write but I REALLY want to IM ITCHING TO I MUST WRITE ABOUT THE LOML😉😁😄😆😇😇😊🤗🤗😄😄😁😆😃

GUYS THIS ISNT GOOD IM FEELING THE HYPER FIXATION LEAVE MY BODY

TESSA I LITERALLY OWE U MY LIFFFEEEEE THABK UUU💗💗💗🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 EEK I LOVE HIM

monster - M.S.

pairing - zombie!matt x emo!reader

warnings - (some) smut, slight gore, mentions of sh, not proofread

summary - how matt and reader met & what it’s like to date a monster (every teenage girls dream)

a/n - this song had me in a chokehold in eighth grade

“he’s a monster, why do i want ya?”

i didn’t technically have a first meeting with matt, as he showed up as some knocks on my window. i didn’t know what it was, so i went to check. i found nothing.

the second time i went to check, i saw a boy my age. i furrowed my eyebrows, moving the black side bangs out of my face to get a better look.

that’s when i opened my window, and he turned around to look at me.

this boy looked like frankensteins creation; stitches and patches of skin, hollowed out cheeks, literally missing an eyeball, blood dripping from his mouth (old blood, it seemed, it was brown and looked like it had rotted, if that was even possible.) he had brown hair and the one eye he had was a piercing shade of blue.

“who are you??” i asked frantically.

he didn’t talk very well, just a few grumbles and a mumbled introduction of “..matt”

i swiftly shut the window

“i’m going insane..” i muttered to myself, closing the curtain and going to bed.

the third meeting with him was all a blur.

i heard those same three knocks again. this time, i grabbed some self defense. well, a spiked bracelet from hot topic. i wrapped it around my knuckles and opened the curtains, there he was again.

i opened the window.

“what do you want from me??”

he groaned sluggishly before answering “…place.. to go..”

i sighed. being the empath that i was, along with being a naïve 18 year old girl, i let him in. i pulled him in through my window, and he landed on the floor with a thud.

“shh, oh my god, get up!” i whisper-shouted, pulling him up.

he stood up and settled his hands on my waist, making my cold and interrogating expression falter a little

“…name” he mumbled.

“my name?” i questioned, to which he returned with a nod. “y/n.”

“god, there must be something wrong with me..” i mumbled. i had to literally be stupid if i was letting a monster into my home.

“..nothing.. wrong..” he murmured.

“no, there is,” i restated.

“…no.. beautiful..”

my stomach did a backflip at his words. god, he was a monster, and here i was, letting him flirt with me and liking it.

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after a while of him sneakily living in my home and flirting with me, and i finally let him make some advancements.

it started by letting him pick out my outfits

“no… too.. revealing.”

“but i like this top,” i would whine in response.

then eventually i’d let him watch me change into said outfits.

“scars..” he pointed out, making me instinctively cover my thighs

“uhh.. y-yeah..” i spoke shamefully.

i watched as he approached me from his spot perched against the wall and sunk to his knees, kissing the scars, leaving a brownish-red kiss mark from his bloody lips. it was disgusting, but i couldn’t shake off the unmistakable feeling of my panties dampening..

“still… beautiful..”

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eventually after countless “advancements” to our relationship were made, it was an unspoken agreement that we were, in fact, dating.

dating a zombie wasn’t easy. it came with its pros and cons.

some of those cons being kissing; it wasn’t very pleasant to have someone’s rotting tongue in your mouth, so we steered clear from that.

and of course, there was sex. no one tells you how horny zombies can get, and since they’re painfully slow, the buildup and teasing is agonizing.

“fuck-!” i cried out “please- faster..”

“..can’t.. go.. faster..” he grunted, pulling his dick out of me at an agonizingly slow pace, then pushing back in just as slow.

but riding him is always easy, that’s what i choose to do the most.

“..y/n..” he practically whined out “..so.. good..”

i continued to roll my hips back and forth and up and down on his cock, seeing what rhythm he preferred the most.

there’s always the problem of my parents potentially catching him.

“sweetheart, what was that thumping noise?” my mother would question from downstairs.

“uh- i fell!” i shouted back the first lie i could think of.

but despite all the problems of dating a monster, he was my boyfriend, and i loved him.

@b0nebroth FOR YOU 💗💗

THEYRE ALIIIVEEEE ALIVVEEEE (haha get it frankenstein refrence)

ok sorry i’m late to finding you 😔 i love zombie matt but is there lore i need to know? any physical description of him as a zombie? im sorry idk anything ab it but i wanna know more 😫😫 or even like certain fics ab it that’ll give me more info??

on it 🫡🫡

happy zombie!triplets monday y’all 🎉

zombie!matt’s & zombie!triplets lore

(based on this and this)

warnings - violence, blood/gore, SO MUCH angst, death, dirty jokes ig?, braindead matt, silly goofy zombies :3

a/n - this might be the best thing i’ve ever written also i cried writing this

matt sturniolo was a normal kid like everyone else; grew up in a loving home with both parents, three brothers, and an adorable dog

him and his brothers had always shared a love of documenting their life & making memories together, which is what sparked their youtube uprising

moving to LA was the thing that stopped their lucky streak; the event that lead to their death.

all three brothers were found dead on a friday afternoon in a horrific car crash, their bodies fractured in ways that shouldn’t be humanly possible, like ragdolls.

their bodies were thankfully repaired (mostly) during the autopsy at the morgue.

their death was a tragic accident that took a toll on their fans and all of the internet.

years later, people seemed to forget about the three boys that died in a crash.

their bodies should’ve been well decomposed by now, but surprisingly, they weren’t.

it seemed as if a mutation had kept them from rotting at the speed of any other body; a mutation found only in triplets.

an up and coming biologist who was making his name known in the state of california, corey myers, had been doing research on the dna of twins and triplets; there was definitely something off about them.

in the dead of night, corey called up a close friend; a forensic pathologist who could get him connections in order to dig up the bodies of identical triplets to test his theory.

despite his friends protests against being called at 4:00 AM, he managed to get corey in contact with a grave digger and got the legal rights from the government and the triplets’ parents.

the bodies were deported to a morgue that dr. myers had rented out for experimentation.

when he walked into the room, he knew his theory was correct.

the boys were in a condition that just didn’t make sense for three men who have been dead for 6 years. they decomposed in the slightest; their skin drained of all color, their lips cracked and white, a pale red and purple tint around their eyelids. their cheeks were pretty badly hollowed out and their eyes were slightly sunken in.

but they looked like men who had been dead for a week, not 6 years.

corey’s mind was boggled, his skin crawling with goosebumps and anticipation of experiments.

he put on his gloves and lab coat, not wasting time to get to work.

he injected each of the boys with a needle, a fluid that would mix with their ‘blood’, or whatever fluid was inside of them in order to reactivate their cells for experiment.

took a sample of each of their cells, putting all three on separate petri dishes and isolating them.

he observed the cellular structures under a microscope, taking notes in his notepad every now and then.

but he was unaware that he had just made a huge mistake, or rather, an amazing one.

the fluid he’d injected into each boys’ body was a synthetic compound to reactivate dormant cells for observation. it spread through their bodies like wildfire, setting every dead cell in their body back into full swing.

each deathly pale limb slowly grew its potential energy back as their cells reactived. soon, their blood was back in flow… and then their heartbeats.

corey was too involved in his careful observations to notice that each boy was showing signs of life; nicks foot slightly jerked, chris’ closed eye twitched, and matt’s fingers were starting to move.

chris was the first to stir, sitting up and jolting awake, looking horrified at the sight around him. he looked down at his bottom half, uncomfortably shifting once he realized he was naked and covered by nothing but a black tarp, as were his brothers.

was this happening?? the last thing he had remembered was the excruciating pain of his limbs being torn apart and fracturing as two cars collided, the tears in his eyes as he watched his brothers go down with him, the feeling of his neck snapping, the feeling of his body going limp and his vision going black.

he didn’t think he’d wake up here, or at all. he had no estimated time frame that they’d been dead for; he couldn’t think about that. all he could think was

‘how the fuck am i alive?’

he let out a shaky breath and turned to the side as he saw nick rising next to him. being in the backseat, he was the least affected by the crash out of the three. he didn’t have all the stitches that chris and matt did; all the shattered bones and injuries, no, he had the most mental trauma.

he remembered being alive for a few minutes longer than the two as blood poured from his nose and head.

“MATT!” he shouted in a string of broken, pained sobs, using any strength he had to lean forward and shake his brothers

“CHRIS!” he shouted right after, tears pouring down his cheeks. his head was pounding and leaking blood from a wound, he knew he didn’t have much longer left.

he sobbed, trying to shake both of them awake. his eyes drifted to their snapped and contorted limbs, letting out a louder cry in horror. no persons limbs should look that way. nobody’s arms and legs should bend like a kids toy. especially not the two people he cared about more than anything in the world.

he sat back in defeat against the backseat, which was scattered in broken glass, his eyes pouring with tears.

he was tired. so so tired. he knew he had a concussion from the head trauma, but he had nothing to live for now. he let sleep overtake him, his world going black as he was absorbed by the cold world of death

he could’ve cried right then and there as he thought about that day. he wondered why he wasn’t still in that car. was he in a coma? who knew.

chris and nick locked eyes, an emotional reconnection after they thought they’d never see each other again.

but their thoughts were interrupted by matt’s awakening. the boy jolted awake. he opened his eyes, discovering he only had one after the crash, but he didn’t care at all.

having the most brain damage out of everyone, he was the most zombielike, and the most animalistic.

his eye(s?) locked on corey. and that’s when he finally turned around.

the mans heard nearly stopped. he stood there, speechless, his blood running cold. nick gave a half sympathetic smile and began to speak up.

“were we like- in a coma..?” he questioned, shocking himself and the other two brothers that he could actually speak.

but the person who he shocked the most was corey, who couldn’t answer.

before corey could answer, matt lunged at him. the adrenaline rush of rising from the dead, mixed with the aggression of being a zombie, and the chemicals that were used on him caused a newfound strength, and matt took the man out in seconds.

he wrapped a bicep around corey’s neck, pushing him against the wall and easily snapping his neck, bashing his head repeatedly just because of his new primal instincts.

“matt, what the fuck?!” chris shouted, both brothers watching in terror.

nick got up to pull him off of the man and to scold his brother, “he didn’t do anything to you, you crazy fuck!”

“ngh..” matt answered sluggishly in response “n-..need.. to- kill..” he groaned.

both of his brothers scolded him

“you’re not fucking killing anyone else!” nick shouted.

“what the hell is wrong with you?!” chris chimed in.

nick looked at the two pale boys, their purple tinted eyebags and crusty lips, the stitches all over their skin and matt’s missing eye.. and it dawned on him.

“oh my god!” he stepped away from matt and covered his mouth

“what??” chris immediately asked, even matt gave him an inquisitive look and a grunt.

“we’re fucking zombies.”

“no we’re not,” chris immediately retorted, “we were probably in a coma or something.”

nick scoffed, giving his brother an incredulous glare, “if we were in a coma, we wouldn’t be naked in a fucking morgue! we wouldn’t be this goddamn pale and sick looking!”

chris took a minute to analyze nick’s words, looking at his own body and then theirs.

“sh-shit.. so maybe we are..” chris gulped, matt letting out a groan of acknowledgment.

“we need to get out of here. and i swear to god matt, i’ll kill you again if you get us charged with murder,” nick hissed.

“they can’t charge a dead person of murder,” chris noted in his still shocked state, following nick and matt to the door of the icy cold room.

“there’s gotta be a lost and found here..” nick sighed, looking around to see if there was any bin filled with clothes. matt let out a grunt as he followed behind slowly.

“dude, hurry the fuck up,” chris spat, yanking matt’s arm, which was met with an animal like growl, “ew..” chris muttered at the sound.

and thank god after a half hour of wandering uncomfortably, they ran into a room that was supplied with clothes the various bodies of the morgue wore before their autopsy.

they picked through the clothes, picking out whatever they felt would fit them best.

“i feel so weird wearing dead people’s clothes..” nick mumbled with a wince as he pulled a pair of jeans on.

“dude, you are dead,” chris retorted, met with a groan of acknowledgment from matt.

“stop lookin’ at my dick,” chris scoffed, forcing matt to turn around. the zombie grumbled.

“..ghh.. didn’t..”

“alright, we’re not fucking 11, cmon,” nick scolded, pulling the two boys out of the room once they had gotten dressed.

the morgue felt like a maze, each hallway leading to somewhere new. but eventually they found the exit, filing out one by one and scurrying off into the night.

they strolled down a sidewalk of a sketchy neighborhood, their eyes flitting around in case any danger lurked, trying to find a safe place of refuge.

and suddenly matt stopped in his tracks with a sharp grunt, his slow sluggish hand pointing at a sign.

2030 ELECTION. VOTE TODAY

the other two boys gaped at the sign, unable to fathom the horrifying reality.

“we’ve been dead for six years?” nick questioned breathlessly, his heart nearly stopping again.

“and who the fuck are these people running for president??”

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TAGS

@hoes4matthew @daysonend @shortcakesturns @sturnioloblues @gloomy-ghoulz @imsosillygoofylol @chrispotatos @b0nebroth @midsturn @shlutttsty @jamiesturniolo @coochiedestroyer1

These are just some ideas I have stored away and whichever wins will be what comes after You're so Creepy p.3 :DD

Where are the emo bitches in the Sturniolo fandom bro😭💔

Will definitely be writing more parts to the Zombie!Matt fic🫶🫶 ofc this time he will actually be in it 😭 thank u all for the loveee :3 I'm v glad people like the random idea I had while playing the sims and listening to Monster by Dev on repeat

random lost boys HCs !!! (x gn!reader)

I have to get these out of my system. They have been marinating for far too long man omg. Also, this is also my first post so................ lets pray i did this right🙏🙏 also i didnt really proof read lol

let me know if you wanna see more stuff like this :3

WARNINGS: mentions of scars, drugs, biting, scratching. slightly suggestive (nothing too crazy)

David: 𖦹 I'd kill for you.

𖦹 loves to leave marks and love bites anywhere he can sink his teeth. His favourite places to mark would probably be the back of your neck, between your shoulder blades and the inside of your thighs. He understands the importance of the marks not being visible to the public - so he likes to sink his fangs in places that most people cant see. BUT- he'd def leave hickeys in very obvious spots.

𖦹 Wants everyone to know you're his. Not afraid to get handsy in public if you let him.

𖦹 enjoys a good book every now and then, but only when your head is on his lap.

𖦹 typa guy to guide you around with his hand on the small of your back, or his arm around your waist/ shoulders 24/7.

𖦹 Your seat in the cave is right next to his

Paul: 𖦹 He’s very touchy, but times that by 1000 when he gets his lips wrapped around that stick of holy grass (yes i am a paul does drugs sometimes believer). He would want to feel the heat of your skin, even scratching at you sometimes just to have a piece of you under his nails.

𖦹 Not scared to show affection in public. He has no shame.

𖦹 CONSTANT flirting

𖦹 Has a collection of stolen goods. Even stuff that he would never use. If you show an interest in a trinket he has stolen, he'll give it to you whether you want it or not.

𖦹 music buff. loves sharing his takes on popular songs and artists. He likes to bring you to the boardwalk stage to listen to some live music, usually sitting on the outer skirts of the crowd.

𖦹 has a bunch of stupid pet/nicknames for you. (dollface, sugar, sweetness, etc.)

Marko: 𖦹 hovers over you a lot. Always getting up and going places with you without a question, even if you dont ask him to come. He just really enjoys your company, never shy of interesting conversations.

𖦹 This man's love language is playful teasing, dont try to tell me otherwise !!! Not even in a mean way- just always striving to make you laugh in his own way.

"You got something there" He points at your shirt. As you look down, he flicks your nose. "Gotcha." He chuckles.

𖦹 the best at cooking out of the four of them, often taking over the cook pot to make your favourite meals.

𖦹 he'd bark at someone if they tried to get with you LMAO

𖦹 one of his favourite ways to pass the time with you is hitting the up the boardwalk clothes stores. He loves picking out new clothes for you, letting you know how good you look in them. "Damn, babe."

𖦹 having you over his shoulder gives him a constant ego boost.

Dwayne: 𖦹 I'd die for you.

𖦹 definitely love marks, scars etc. idk, he just seems like the kinda guy who would. He loves the way they feel under his fingers as he caresses his lover’s skin. He reads the stories they tell like brail. And for stretch marks, he loves the way they glisten in the light as they fade, and he loves the way they make an indent, rather than a bump for once. Perhaps he'd also like leaving a few marks of his own, like a bite mark or two, but he also doesn’t want to hurt you at the same time.

𖦹 cuddling with this man would be incredible.

𖦹 loves it when you play with his beautiful hair :3 (has a hard time asking for you to tho- he feels a great warmth when you do it without him asking). honestly just loves being touched by you in general

𖦹 he isn’t so much a go out of his way to smother you kinda guy, but he will gladly hug you tightly if you hug him. His favourite ways to touch you are to wrap his arm around his waist, putting his arm over your shoulder while you’re sitting with each other and stroking your hair and skin while you lay your head on his lap. He just loves to feel your warmth on his cold finger tips.

𖦹 100000000x more affectionate in private dude

𖦹 the moment you ask him for something he’s on it. “Hey, could you get me-“ and he’s already handing it to you. He loves helping you in every way possible.

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hope you enjoyed my first post !! :3 I know it's kinda short but I couldnt really find anything else to add😭 i am stressed