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★~🛸He/it✰Audhd✰Chronic daydreamer✰ateteen🛸~★

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which zombie!triplet would be inspired by or close to the zombie song by stephanie mabey??

TELL ME IF THIS MAKES SENSE

monster (dev) - matt

monster (lady gaga) - chris

the zombie song - nick (but the song is his pov)

[b0nebroth]

Nah this is actually SOOO trruueeeeee!!!!!

[b0nebroth]

♱ You're so Creepy ♱ p.2

Zombie!Matt x Emo!Reader p.1

Z!Matt pic made by @so0thsayer ^^

╰┈➤ No pronouns, Reader mostly referred to as 'You', only 1 use of Y/N, emo is not mentioned in this part btw

Warnings: Description of a zombie, creepiness, lonely reader, not properly proof read

In your small town there was always a myth about monsters that roam the woods at night, monsters that were once alive… once human… but you know this is no myth…

The next few days everything scared you, even though you had convinced yourself that what you saw out your window wasn't real, the memory of looking death in the face still scared you. For days you couldn't sleep properly out of fear that the corpse would climb through your window in the middle of the night. You wouldn’t even go into the woods, always walking straight home after school and staying shut inside for the rest of the evening with the windows and curtains closed.

But because you haven't gone out to the tombstone in a while you've started to feel just as isolated as when you first got here, not talking to anyone, not leaving the house, lost in your own thoughts. The grave of the unknown person helped you, honestly it saved you. You could talk about whatever you wanted and it would listen, you miss it.

Recently you’ve been feeling a little better, less scared of everything around you, so you decided to be brave and go see your friend.

The slow walk through the dense woods was frightening, every rustle or crunch would make you yelp, scared that the monster boy from your nightmares would jump out and eat your brains. Eventually you recognised the trees and surroundings as the ones close to the rock and you started to get excited at the thought of being able to talk to it once more and apologising for neglecting it the past few weeks but quickly, you stop dead in your tracks.

There is a young boy standing in front of the grave, slouched and hunched over like a sluggish dying body, he looks a sickly green colour and his matted, shaggy hair falls over his face. His clothes are like dirty old rags and they hang off his body in a lifeless way. You almost ask if he's ok until you notice the gigantic hole in front of the tombstone and the amount of dirt on the boy’s hands.

Suddenly you came to the frightening realisation that what you saw outside your window that night wasn’t all in your head, it was real. And so are the stories of monsters and beasts in the forest, because you met one.

You let out a shocked gasp and your hand flies over your mouth in an attempt to hide from the corpse of a man in front of you but his head slowly drags over to your direction, his dark and frightening eyes landing on your frozen pose. It is only now that you really get a good look at him, his features are sharp and shrunken but there is something curious and inviting in the way he looks at you. There is a stitch that runs from the middle of his cheek to the middle of his nose and his mouth is open like he is about to say something but the words won't come out.

You slowly lower your hands from your mouth and shuffle forward ever so slightly, testing to see if he would jump at you and rip your face off. Thankfully he didn't, he actually flinched away from you. “Oh- no don’t worry… I wont hurt you.” You mumble in response to his fear. At your words he relaxes his shoulders (not like they weren't already slouched) and you inch closer to him, studying his rotten features; the dark bags under his eyes, somehow his lips and eyelids are both blue and pink making him look both alive and dead. You stop in front of him as he stares at you with his prominent blue eyes, not being able to fully read his emotions.

 “Is- is this your grave?” You ask, glancing down at the hole and then back up at him. His head slowly nods in a way that looks like it's about to fall off and grunts, deep from the back of his throat. The corner of your lips start to quirk up in a smile realising the wish you made that night accidentally became true.

At an agonisingly slow pace you and the decrepit boy walk back to your house in silence, too scared and in shock to say anything while you drag him along by the forearm, helping him not trip over on branches or rocks along the path. When you arrive outside your house you’re extremely cautious as to not let anyone see him while you open your bedroom window and help him get in before he lands on the ground with a loud thud, thank the lord your parents aren’t home.

You climb in the window after him and help him up off the ground by his arm, being careful with it as you're scared you're gonna rip it off or something. As he stands in front of you with his slouched posture, staring at you intensely, you feel like you should be waking up from a dream any moment now and your eyes will open to the bright, warm sunlight coming through your bedroom window, shining directly on your bed in a soft, comforting way. But you never wake up. There really, truly, is a zombie in your room, staring at you like he either wants to rip off your face or kiss you.

While you are stuck in your thoughts the corpse's hand slowly lifts up and he raises a finger that falls to the top of your chest, tapping a little before he gets out a low grunt. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you stare at him, trying to figure out what he is doing or asking. In an almost frustrated tone he grunts again, this time louder and he nods his head towards you. “M-Me?” He slightly nods a little and taps your chest, trying to convey something without words like a game of charades.

 “Mmmame” The boy spurts out in an unintelligible way. “Mm- my- my name?” You say pointing to yourself slightly and he nods, seeming happy you finally understood what he wanted. “I’m Y/N… uhm- what’s your name?” You hesitantly ask, not sure if he remembers or could even say it if he did. Slowly he brings the finger on your chest up to his and his mouth hangs open slightly while he groans. “Mmmatt…” He mumbles in a way that seems like it took a lot of effort as he sighs after and his hand falls back down to his side. “Matt? Your name is Matt?” You question and he once again nods in response with a croaky groan falling from his limp lips. You slightly smile at him and feel heat slowly rise on your cheeks as your head tilts curiously while you look at him, you like the name, you think it suits him in a weird sort of way. 

Divider by @sister-lucifer ^^

A/N: this one is a little longer but i hope u enjoy also sorry for the lack of romance so far jajaja😭

[chemicalsturniolo-deactivated20]

how do we feel about a zombie matt VISUAL…

going all out for zombie monday

[b0nebroth]

THATS LIWERALLY THE LOML WRIGHT DERE 😍🤤💍💍

[chemicalsturniolo-deactivated20]

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

[b0nebroth]

THEYRE ALIIIVEEEE ALIVVEEEE (haha get it frankenstein refrence)

[b0nebroth]

♱ You're so Creepy ♱

Zombie!Matt x Emo!Reader p.2

╰┈➤ No pronouns or Y/N, reader is referred to as 'you' only

Warnings: Description of a zombie, Blood (minimal), creepiness, lonely reader, not properly proof read

In your small town there was always a myth about monsters that roam the woods at night, monsters that were once alive… once human… but you know this is no myth…

You often thought the people in town were boring and dull, with nothing interesting going on in their lives; you on the other hand, you stood out. Your alternative clothes, emo hairstyle and loud taste in music is something this small community was unfamiliar with so when you moved there after your parents divorce you were basically ostracised with no friends, but you were fine with that, you liked the woods better anyways.

After school while walking home you take long detours through the dark mass of trees that engulf the town, just listening to the beautiful sounds of the animals in the trees and the leaves rustling beneath your feet. The woods felt safe and comforting despite what your classmates and neighbours often told you. Leaning close and whispering in your ear about stories of noises and shadows, disappearances and dead animals; you listened eagerly to their stories, taking much interest in anything macabre and morbid. As much as you knew these rumours were fake, a part of you wished it was true so this place wouldn't be so boring. 

While walking through a new part of the forest you pluck a few flowers, pretty little white ones. As you continue walking through the dense trees, shrugging your backpack up on your shoulder a little more after it starts to slip off, you notice a small, jagged square-ish shaped stone structure in the distance. When you get closer to it you see small engravings that resemble words but it's so beaten up and weathered down it's hard to tell what it says but you can tell it is someone's grave so you think it's a good idea to place the dainty flowers down in front of the rock. Smiling to yourself at the bittersweet sight. “Rest well” You mumble before heading back through the woods to be back home in time for dinner.

Throughout the next few weeks you found yourself walking back to the grave without a clue on why. You would sit there in front of the dirty stone and tell it about your day, what you're learning in school, what others say about you in the halls, how much you hate your teachers ect. For some unknown reason it gave you comfort in your loneliness, you truly felt like you had a friend again, or at least someone that would just listen. 

“Gosh you have no idea… It's like no one wants to be their own person! Everyone is just the same… would you be the same?” You desperately ask the inanimate rock, sighing lightly at the lack of conversation. “I wish you were alive… because you're my only friend.” You mumble after feeling pathetic. Noticing the ombre colours forming in the sky you grab your bag and sling it over one shoulder before placing down todays flowers over the small pile that has grown over your many visits and start to walk away; suddenly you swear you hear something shuffle behind you but when you flick your head around there is nothing except for the grave. “Too many zombie movies…” You mumble to yourself before walking back home on your usual path.

That night everything felt strange and eerie, You kept feeling like you were being watched, like there was someone that was looking at you through windows or they were standing in the corner of rooms, the hair on your arms and back of your neck stood up, getting shivers, you even thought you saw someone outside while you were eating dessert at the dinner table. You convinced yourself it was just your imagination, you just spooked yourself out and needed to go to bed, in the morning you’ll feel fine. As you lay under the soft sheets on your bed, listening to the sounds of your own deep breaths to try to calm yourself down enough to be able to sleep you hear a faint tapping sound. You ignore it, believing it's only in your head or it's just a raccoon and it will go away, but whenever the tapping would stop it would only start back up again seconds later and louder than before. Out of pure frustration and fear you jump up out of bed and slowly tiptoe your way over to the window, the moonlight slightly peeking through the crack of the dark curtains, making things only more eerie and suspenseful. Your hands shake as they grab the fabric, the tapping feeling more urgent and desperate the longer you wait. 

When you pull back the curtain the sight you see is…

Morbid.

In the dark shine of the moonlight there is a boy, his hair is dark and messy, theres dirt and sticks all throughout it, his skin is pale but also many disgusting shades of pinks and greens, some parts of his face is stitched up and his mouth falls open in a unsettling, decrepit way with blood slowly starting to drip down his bottom lip. His eyes are dark in the moonlight and you’re only able to see one but it's strikingly blue as he looks at you with an unreadable stare.

You want to scream but your body doesn't let you. All you can do is stare with wide eyes as he stares at you back, still tapping a slender finger on the corner of the window. When you finally come to your senses you shut the curtains as quick as you can and run back to your bed, climbing under the sheets as your body trembles from fear.

“I must be fucking crazy.”

Divider by @sister-lucifer ^^

[shortcakesturns]

𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 & 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐌. 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂

𝐘/𝐍, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤.

warnings: mentions of suicide, corruption, suggestive (might make this a series with smut if you want) religion mentioned (preachers daughter) , misogyny, death mentions.

this is inspired by the one and only … @chemicalsturniolo and these head cannons

inspired by born to die album by lana del ray ❤️

Sunday morning in church, the bright beams of sunlight shines through the blinds. The pues are filled with people desperate to praise Jesus and rebuke the devil. In front row you could always find y/n with her pink bible, her hair pulled up in a bun just the way her momma used to. A white skirt and pink top with no makeup on because according to her daddy it’s ungodly, since women should be “natural.”

Every sunday she’d mind her business and emerge herself in the world of her father’s preaching. Overall the devil was a monster. the only monster and she never thought anything of it. This particular sunday morning an eerie feeling filled the church because yet another body was discovered half eaten. This time a member of the church fell victim to the devils doings.

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“The devil, he’s invading this town and we’ve got to keep him out. You see Jesus banished the devil to the fiery pits of hell. So why can’t we.”

You nod along with the sermon, “amen.” echoes throughout the entire room. A figure walks past the window closest to you and your eyes dart to the side in attempts to see who it was. Maybe a farmer. You glance around the room and everyone’s just emerged in the sermon so you try to focus back on your father.

“Now in Jesus name amen, that concludes today’s sermon. have a wonderful evening everyone!.” you snap out of your thoughts and stand up to say your goodbyes to all the middle aged and small children and then the elderly. Helping out if you have to before walking out the wooden church doors to the farm house you live in next door.

You begin working on lunch for your daddy, he believed all women should serve men. It pissed you off but it was all you knew since your mother took her own life under the family tree. You wash the pans and glance into the fields and the family tree, your thoughts are interrupted by the slamming of a door and your father going to his office for next weeks sermon.

You move the pan to stove, you grab a couple of fresh eggs from the chickens that you had gotten earlier this morning and crack two. You watch as the white part bubbles up turns into a solid white color notifying you that it’s done. Swiftly you plate the eggs and bring them to daddy.

“daddy? I made lunch.” you spoke softly.

“set it down and go.” he points to an open spot on his desk and then you scurry out of his office.

You head up the wooden stairs with eerie creaks with each step and walk down the hallway to your pink dimly lit room. With a plop on your bed, you slowly drift off into the void.

“y/n…y/n..”

the decaying feet away in the wind.

the rope is tight.

her eyes wide open.

her body cold.

Sweat beads roll down your forehead as you jolt up. You look out the window next to your bed to see daylight has fallen and it’s now dark and gloomy outside.

The tree from your nightmare in view, the cornfield that goes on for miles and the church. A few tusks of corn sways around. The wind. Yet, something steps out of the cornfield. Someone.

A boy, your father did not want you anywhere near a boy unless he was godly, the few boys that did come to church were far from godly though. Plus they all were getting married off.

Being the good samaritan your father taught you to be, you changed into your nightgown and slipped on your bunny slippers and grabbed a flash light. Your thick hair falling to your shoulders as you rush down the hallway. Gently walking down the steps careful not to let a creak slip out. Once you reach the hallway you see your father in his office asleep and you walk past silently opening the back door. He still stands there.

“Hello?” You yell out.

No response.

You walk closer to him seeing the beaten down clothes. His discolored skin and the bones that peak through his hollowed face. The veins that popped out and were a purple color yet no blood ran through them. He grabs you so your up against him and covers your mouth and backs into the cornfield. He crouches down and muffled screams come from you.

“shhh…not..safe.” he points to the lifeless corpses that wonder around the church. How have you never noticed this. “come..with..me..” he groans.

He holds your panicked stiff body against him as he walks towards your house opening the back door slowly.

You switch the roles and put a finger up to his lips, and mouth.

“Don’t make a sound.”

You grab his hand and slowly walk past your father’s office and then slowly back up the stairs and push him to your room.

“okay what the hell who are you..what. are you?” you spit out.

“okay..listen..” he slowly slurs out putting his hands up.

“don’t..freak..out..please..” he follows ups.

“okay, can you get to the point?” Your confusion grows by the second.

“I’m..not..technically..alive..” he shrugs.

“are you fibbing to me, I don’t like liars.” your eyebrow raises

“no..i’m actually…dead..” he smiles, his bones visible with a smile.

Your mouth drops in disbelief, as he goes on to explain how he was in the town drive in and started choking on some french fries, and then his date left him there to die.

“okay..okay wait stop. french fries? you died because of french fries.” A smirk grows on your face and then quickly wiped it away.

“erm..yes.” he laughs.

“were they good?” you inquire.

“yes..delicious.” he leans back on my bed.

a smile creeps up on your face, and a laugh comes out as you fall next to him on the bed no longer scared.

“so..just have a question to ask you zombie boy. how come if the devil is the only monster your here?”

his eyes narrowed. “not..monster..first of all…second of all..the devil is NOT…the only..monster..” he glared.

“okay well sorry, but my daddy the preacher said the devil is the only monster in this world.” your eyebrows raise in confusion.

“your..daddy..he’s..he’s bullshit..” your mouth drops at that.

“don’t cuss!” your eyes widen.

“shit..fucking shit..your daddy..is a..cunt..” he grins.

You glance at the ceiling, “you’re ungodly.” your eyes roll.

“boo..fucking..boo..” his eyes flashed.

you look over at him..he was handsome, dead but pretty. So handsome. So what if he had a few bones sticking out of his body. nothing you couldn’t fix. Maybe the makeup you snuck from your mother’s bag would fix him up.

“what’s your name? I never asked.” you replied.

“matt.” he slurs.

“y/n.” you smile.

—-

months later, you got matt to attend church by putting makeup on him to make him look real. He thought it was complete bullshit but he wanted to see you in the daytime.

you guys started to secretly date and you would sneak him in through the house each night to sleep next to you. he was hellbent on corrupting you, matt was very ungodly and you were angelic. He couldn’t stand it. By the day he became one step closer to corrupting you by doing small things.

Sneaking out : check

buying weed: check

smoking weed: check

using your pretty privilege to steal: check

but there was one thing he needed. Trust me, he loved you but he was also dying to take that virginity of yours. Corrupting you entirely. maybe he was zombie, but that didn’t stop him from acting like a normal teenage boy.

[b0nebroth]

YAAAAYAYAYAYYAYAAAA CORRUPTION THE LOML🙏🙏🙏🙏🫶🫶🫶🫶😍😍😍😍😍🤭🤭🤭

[chemicalsturniolo-deactivated20]

could you write a headcanon about zombie chris next pleaseee 😭😭🙏

zombie!chris hcs

matt ver here

zombie!chris who… unlike matt, can speak coherently and moves at a normal speed; some zombies adjust better than others

“dude, get over here, fucking sloth,” he’d mumble, walking over to his less cognitive brother who was staggering behind and dragging him along

zombie!chris who… is literally just zed from zombies. the same charming attitude and everything.

“you know you look delici- gorgeous,” he’d slip up with that sly smirk

“shut up.”

zombie!chris who… is great at keeping you two a secret. if your parents or siblings come to your room, he’s immediately in the closet or under the bed

but being the loud fucker that chris is, he’d always make a noise or two

“what was that??” your dad asked mid conversation, his eyes darting to your closet

“just.. shoved a bunch of boxes in my closet.. guess one of them fell,” you laughed nervously

zombie!chris who… is hyperactive as fuck. like the mf doesn’t crash until maybe 6 in the morning.

which means all night he’s bugging you or tossing and turning in bed

or doing what he’s best at, yapping

“yeah- and so when i was alive i would-”

“shut the fuck up,” you cut him off sleepily.

zombie!chris who… loves grossing you out and watching you squirm.

whether it’s telling you a gross (after)life experience or telling you a fun fact about himself

“you know my insides are rotting, right, ma?”

“EEEWWWW-”

zombie!chris who… can’t resist making a zombie joke. ever, not even when you need to focus.

“i’ll eat your brainnnn” he sang, poking your side

“no you won’t,” you huffed, annoyed that your boyfriend wouldn’t leave you alone while you tried to complete your homework.

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NSFW

zombie!chris who… carries that zombie joke trait to the bedroom

“who needs brains? i got this pussy right here…” he mumbled against your dripping core as he sloppily lapped against the flesh.

zombie!chris who… LOOVVEEESS to shame you about being with a zombie, no real harm behind it though

“such a filthy fucking girl, letting a monster use you like this,” he spat, smirking down at you

you just whimpered around his cock, trying to fit as much as you could into your mouth.

zombie!chris who… is definitely an ass guy, slapping it every chance he gets, clothed or not, and absolutely loving the red marks that come with it

zombie!chris who… can’t shut the fuck up, even in the bedroom

“gonna fill you up, ma, okay? godddd- you’re so fuckin’ tight- shit, baby..”

“yeah, take me just like that.. love those sounds you make.. oh god..”

“keep those pretty eyes on me, okay? god- keep lookin’ at me like that- so fuckin’ sexy..”

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TY FOR READING!

tags

@hoes4matthew @daysonend @shortcakesturns @sturnioloblues @gloomy-ghoulz @imsosillygoofylol

[b0nebroth]

😃😃🫠😃😃😄😁😁😆😆😊😚😆😆 I'm so normal about this actually (I'm not i will throw up)

[b0nebroth]

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

[chemicalsturniolo-deactivated20]

need more smutty headcanon things about zombie matt 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

zombie!matt hcs

(based off of this)

SFW

zombie!matt who… definitely has no concept that he is NOT allowed to be seen by your friends or parents

like he will insist on coming to a family party or something

“matt, you’re DEAD, babe.”

“…oh”

zombie!matt who… is a sucker for cuddles, and in a subby way. like he needs his head between your thighs or resting on your chest to survive.

and since he’s so sluggish and his brain is LITERALLY rotting, he doesn’t really have the urge/power to get up

“you’re squishing me, baby.”

“mm…. no.”

zombie!matt who… will talk about the way he died, but you still don’t understand, since his speech is always so slurred and slow.

“…the… c’ash”

“the what? cash?? like money?”

“..noo”

and speaking of speech, zombie!matt insists you don’t give him speech lessons, but you try anyways

“can you roll your tongue like this? to say ‘r’? rrrruh?”

“..’uh”

“..good job”

zombie!matt who… would wake you up in the middle of the night to take you somewhere

“where are you taking me?” you asked groggily as he dragged your hand through the woods in the dead of night

he’d answer with a grunt or two, pulling you into a old looking graveyard and pointing at a worn down gravestone, reading “matthew bernard sturniolo.”

“holy shit, bernard??” you teased in your sleep induced state.

“ngh… shut.. up”

zombie!matt who… definitely has some problems with his body parts falling off occasionally & needs you to sew them back on.

“hold still and let me sew your goddamn ear on.”

“ouch” he grunted as he squirmed in your grip, dodging to avoid the needle.

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NSFW

speaking of body parts falling of, zombie!matt has definitely had a few times where he’s gone too rough and was in an embarrassing situation.

thankfully you taught him to speak enough, and he managed to tell you

“..need.. help.”

“with what.”

“..sew it back?”

yikes, his dick.

zombie!matt who… goes agonizingly slow because he’s a sluggish zombie, and you hate and love it at the same time

zombie!matt who… prefers you to ride him, you both prefer it since neither of you can handle how unnaturally slow he is

zombie!matt who… also has no concept of volume control, because again, he doesn’t really know or care enough that your parents can’t know about him

loud grunts echoed throughout the room as you worked your hips, bouncing up and down on his cock

you clapped a hand over his mouth as his nails dug into your back while he gripped your waist

“shut the fuck up, matt..” you managed to choke out through the ecstasy “my parents.. ngh- gonna hear you..”

“..don’t.. care..” he mumbled against your hand

zombie!matt who… takes his sweet time with you. half because he doesn’t have the capability to go any faster, and half because he enjoys overstimulating you and watching you squirm.

“god- oh god!” you cried out, loud since your parents (thankfully) were at work

you dug your fingers into the sheets as his fingers pumped slowly in and out of you, brushing your g-spot while his other circled your clit slowly

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a/n - this was so fun to write and ILY ZOMBIE MATT

check out my taglist to be tagged in works such as these, love you!

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TAGS (so far, ONE person, PLEASE LOOK AT THE TAGLIST)

@hoes4matthew

[b0nebroth]

ABSOLUTELY DEVOURING THIS HOLY SHIT I love him and need him🫶🫶🫶🫶

[chemicalsturniolo-deactivated20]

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.

————

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..”

————

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 💗💗

[b0nebroth]

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

[b0nebroth]

Posting a lil has given me more confidence to actually interact with people :3 🫶 (rip crippling social anxiety)

But I will probably make an intro thingo again at some point I always delete posts or just disappear for months at a time so don't be surprised if that happens 😭😭🤗

[b0nebroth]

Absolutely terrible drawings but I couldn't stop thinking about monster/zombie Mattttt omgggg😭😭🙏🙏🙏 (plus other silly drawings I've done)

This idea was the main thing that got me thru school today :'3

[b0nebroth]

SOMEONE PLS WRITE A MATT FIC BASED ON THIS SONG

PLS DO YOU SEE THE VISION LIKE I DO PLSSSS😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏 MONSTER MATT X EMO READER I BEG OF YOU

[b0nebroth]

I AM TWWEAKINBGGGGGG PLEASE I am a slut for vampire matt but I need MONSTER MATT!!!!! HES JUST A LIL GUY BUT I NEED HIM PLS also need more x emo reader fics😔😔

[b0nebroth]

SOMEONE PLS WRITE A MATT FIC BASED ON THIS SONG

PLS DO YOU SEE THE VISION LIKE I DO PLSSSS😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏 MONSTER MATT X EMO READER I BEG OF YOU

[b0nebroth]

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

[b0nebroth]

✧.°₊DALLAS WINSTON X MALE! READER ₊°.✧

Headcanons :3

Pics by @/D8llas on pintrest

FEM DNI!!! Boys only party

Warnings: Little homophobia but not really

My first actual post so pls dont judge if its bad :,D

☆‧° He would be so confused at first

☆‧° Dally had always liked girls, so how come he felt the same things for you? A guy!???

☆‧° Definitely some internalised homophobia

☆‧° BUT, when he got over that stuff and yall start dating he is the sweetest guy EVER!!

☆‧° Obviously you couldn't be all couple-y in public because its one thing being a greaser but being gay AND a greaser?? Hell nahAlso Dally has a rep to keep up; if people knew he liked dudes no one would be scared of him!

☆‧° But, If yall are hanging out in public places he will try to casually swing an arm around your shoulder or he'll give you his jacket or something.

☆‧° However, when you're just hanging out in private he's ALL OVER you. Arm around your waist, head on your shoulder, holding hands; its like a magnet to steel, He just can't keep off!

☆‧° If you're out doing something late at night he'll steal a little kiss :3

☆‧° Dally says he hates sappy songs about love but, when its just you two in his car, driving to nowhere, he LOVES them.

☆‧° Love language is definitely gift giving or acts of service

☆‧° He'll give you little presents every now and then, like a packet of cigarettes or a candy bar

☆‧° Or if you ask him to do something for you like getting the groceries? YES SIR! he is ON IT

☆‧° SUPER jealous if any girl comes remotely close to you

☆‧° Once a girl tried to get your number when you were at work and he stormed out the door (dramatic style) and sat in his car on the verge of tears for an hour

☆‧° Just so dramatic. So. So dramatic.

☆‧° When you told the rest of the gang they were super supportive!! Except Darry and Pony who thought that Dally is just gonna get you in trouble all the time... which is true- but they just want what's best for you!

☆‧° Overall he'd be a good boyfriend :33 and he's definitely a homo.