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Don't Go Where I Can't Follow (Matt Stone x Reader)

Title: Don't Go Where I Can't Follow

Summary: Matt's been working a lot and missed some signs.

Warnings: Self harm, suicide attempt, lots of angst

She had been there for everything. She helped him quit smoking, she helped him stop doing harder drugs, she even helped him slow his drinking to a manageable amount. (Y/n) was a rock in Matt’s life, from the very date he met her. She had been hired by Paramount to help get the studio up and running. Without her, Matt was sure that him and Trey would still be in some dark, cold room on the Paramount lot. He found a companion who he could talk to when Trey would drive him nuts, someone that fit so nice in his arms when he held her at night. Matt put so much on her, because she proved time and time again she could be the stronger of the two.

But even the strongest rock can break under pressure.

Matt was gone more and more. Tighter deadlines, more red tape, harder schedules. (Y/n) just nodded, taking it all in stride. She knew that it was going to be like this when they got married. She knew that his first love, his first wife, would always be South Park. She was pretty sure that’s why he had waited so long to even ask her to marry him. (Y/n) was the rock, and she took the empty houses, lonely car rides, silent walks. She would see all the happy couples at dinner, while she was at a table for one. Sometimes she was lucky and would get a text from him, telling her how much he loved and missed her. But most nights, he was too busy.

Too many nights, she sat at home and cried. Too many nights, the little voice in the back of her head told her that he wasn’t working late, that he was between the legs of some hot intern that Paramount had sent over, much like she used to be.

You’re getting older. Look at yourself. A guy like him could have any girl in the world. Why would he be tied down to an old hag like you.

It finally reached a breaking point one summer night. She hiked to the Hollywood sign that morning before, taking Mr. Yes with her. He was happy to be with his mama, happy to explore and meet new friends. They set up there for hours, ignoring phone calls and texts, escaping the city to overlook the smog. This was where he had proposed. After so long of dating, him and Trey had planned a perfect night for the two of them. High up in the Hollywood hills, where the world couldn’t touch them.

But that didn’t last forever. Much like her walk back down from the hills to her car. She drove Mr. Yes back home and let him run around the backyard. She made sure he had food and water, knowing that Matt would come stumbling in in the early morning hours. She shut the sliding door and watched him chase a squirrel for a minute before she looked down at her hand. The wedding band and engagement ring she had worn every day for years. It suddenly felt heavy on her finger. There were no tears as she slid them off her finger and laid them on the piece of paper she had laying on the counter.

Quietly, she walked to the stereo system in the corner of the living room. They had spent many nights listening to records. Matt loved to go to Amoeba and spend hours browsing. She put in a CD that she had picked up the last time she went there. Alone. The music started to come through the speakers, reaching her ears and helping put her at ease. She made her way through the house, like she was locking it away to memory, before she came to her and Matt’s room. A place that she barely saw him anymore.

Hopefully his next wife can keep him there more often.

She opened her top dresser drawer and found what she had been hiding. A knife. One that when held up to the light showed different colors. One that she had bought on a whim at a flea market that her and Trey’s last girlfriend went to. She had told herself it was for protection, being home alone. But how much good was a tiny pocket knife going to do if an intruder came into the house?

But it was perfect for what she had planned.

She stepped into the bathroom. The tile floors would make it easy to clean up. So when Matt moved his next wife in, there wouldn’t be so much as a drop of her left. She looked in the mirror at her tired features. She was always there for so many people, always listened to them. Trey, Matt, Trey’s revolving door of girls, Anne, Jason, Eric. You name it, and she was there for them. But today? Today was about her. She turned off her phone. She had her music playing. She had a bottle of wine. She sat down on the bathroom floor and took her first long swig of the drink.

“To you, Mr. Stone. May you accomplish everything you want in life,” (Y/n) raised the bottle to the sky in a toast. She sat it back down and picked up the knife. “Thanks for the memories Matt.” She placed the blade against her wrist and pulled. The first couple cuts weren’t that deep, just testing the waters and watching little beads of blood come to the surface.

But something changed. The sound of the front door opening and closing made her jump and made the blade cut deeper. No one was supposed to be home for a while. It didn’t matter. The blood was flowing faster, dripping onto the light grey tile. It wouldn’t be long.

She closed her eyes and waited for it to happen.

****

Matt had left the studio early. A nagging feeling wouldn’t let him work. Something was wrong, he could feel it. Trey noticed something was off with Matt and told him to leave. Honestly, Matt didn’t need to be told twice. He had tried to call (Y/n) a couple times today and it went straight to her voicemail. That, in itself, was unusual. But when his texts went unread, he knew something was wrong.

He was driving through LA traffic as fast as he could. He complained about the traffic many times, but right now, he would give anything to have these cars get out of his way. Especially with this sinking feeling in his chest. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter.

And that’s when their song came on the radio. The one that always made Matt think of her, dancing under the stars in their backyard, that sundress fitting her just right. Or the way her hair would blow in the wind when they were out in the countryside and could drive with the top down without another car in sight for miles. So many memories wrapped up in such a short song.

“I’m coming baby. Please be ok,” Matt whispered to himself, but he really hoped that somehow she could hear him.

He finally made it home, but it felt like it had taken forever. He parked his car in the driveway, not even bothering to park in the garage. He even left his backpack in the car. Laptops could be replaced, car windows could be replaced. But (Y/n) could not. Matt unlocked the front door and headed inside. He could hear music playing, and Mr. Yes was barking outside. Matt walked through the living room to the kitchen, about to let the dog in, when something caught his eye.

Laying on the counter, Matt saw her wedding ring. Shaking hands reached out to pick it up and hold it. The note it was laying on caught his attention next.

Matt,

I’m sorry. I don’t want you to watch me fall apart. It’s better this way. Maybe you’ll find someone better than me.

~(Y/n)

“No…” Matt dropped the note and the ring. “(Y/n)! Babe!” He ran through the house. “(Y/n) please!” He came to their bedroom and a wave of dread washed over him. He walked inside, seeing nothing really amiss.

Until he came to the bathroom.

The once clean floor was red. And in the middle of the red laid his wife. She was on her back, her arms laid out at her sides, blood pooling underneath her hands. Matt was frozen, watching her shallow breaths, before he ran in and immediately scooped her into his arms.

“Baby, please, don’t…” Tears sprang in his eyes as he reached for a bath towel. It was white, but fuck it, he could buy another one later. He’d buy out a whole Home Goods if he got to keep his wife.

“M-Matty…”

“Hey, hey I’m here. I’m going to call 911, and we’re gonna get you fixed up, ok? Just stay with me.”

“I-it’s a l-little…cold in h-here,” Matt could feel her energy slipping away. Every breath she took was labored. Fuck, if he had been here five minutes earlier, he could’ve stopped this. He could be holding her in bed right now, peppering her with kisses. He could be booking them a vacation to Maui, or buying tickets to any Broadway show she’d want to see.

“Y-yeah, a little,” Matt wrapped another towel and placed it on her, cradling her against his chest as he dialed 911. Speaker phone was the greatest invention ever, allowing him to keep pressure on her wrists.

And he just kept praying to whatever deity that would listen. Save my wife, and I’ll owe you my life.

****

“Oh my god,” Trey gasped when he saw all the blood on Matt at the hospital. It coated his clothes and his hands. If this hadn’t been such a dire situation, Trey would’ve made a joke about a horror movie. Matt had been sitting in the waiting room, holding his head in his hands. Trey had rushed to the hospital as soon as he got the text from Matt. Now they both waited for what seemed like forever.

“Mr. Stone?”

Matt looked up at the doctor. Things were in a blur. She’d be fine. Therapy. Stitches. But all Matt needed at that moment was to see her.

“Go on,” Trey told him, gently nudging Matt to step into her room. She was pale, her wrists bandaged, and she looked so small. “I’ll hire someone to go clean the bathroom before she goes home. She doesn’t need to see it.”

“Thanks Trey,” Matt whispered, gently picking up one of (Y/n)’s hands and kissing it. She was alive. She was going to be all right.

All that was needed now, was time.

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75th Primetime Emmy Awards (January 15, 2024)

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NATHAN FILLION Firefly 1.11 "Serenity"

[fratboymattstone]

Anon, you are among friends

Is this a safe space to say I need pc principal incredibly badly?

absolutely

any sp adult character by trey parker, has a hold on me

i really can’t judge bc i would (unfortunately) smash randy marsh😔

i see and support ur pc principal need😙😙😙

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I agree 100%

this might be a controversial take, but i don’t mind that the south park episodes are releasing every two weeks

i mean, matt and trey are fucking OLD now. i would rather wait another week for a good, current episode of sp then risk them fucking keeling over with joint heart attacks from the stress

as long as we’re not getting paramount specials, that’s all i care about

i may be alone in this, which is okay. i just want the peepaws to stay healthy and keep providing us with content 😙

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The Best Thing (That's Never Been Mine) Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) and Matt have been best friends since they were kids. It was always them. But when Matt introduces (Y/n) to his college friend Trey, everything changes.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

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The Best Thing (That's Never Been Mine) Chapter 11

Title: The Best Thing (That’s Never Been Mine) Chapter 11

Summary: (Y/n) and Matt have been best friends since they were kids. It was always them. But when Matt introduces (Y/n) to his college friend Trey, everything changes.

Warnings: Language, implied sexual references (maybe real stuff later on, not sure), love triangle, angst, hurt/comfort, underage drinking more to come later.

Summer 1990

Trey heard the bell above the door at the pharmacy ring and the smile instantly spread on his face. It was lunch time, and he knew exactly who was walking in. He put down the broom he was using and looked up at (Y/n) came in, a bag of McDonalds in her hand. She pushed her sunglasses on top of her head and smiled at him.

“Hey! Am I too early?”

“Nope,” Trey walked to her and gave her a quick kiss.

“Got you nuggets with hot mustard and sweet and sour.”

“Oh my god, I love you,” Trey took the bag and led (Y/n) towards the break room. They settled in their seats, Trey digging into his lunch. “What have you been up to today?”

“Amber and I went to Littleton to clean up the house. The old renters moved out and dad’s got a new couple moving in next week,” (Y/n) stole a fry from Trey’s container. “Matt said you guys got approved for the three person suite for this next school year.”

“Hell yeah we did! Me, Matt, and Dian all in the same room. And we get our own bathroom! Isn’t that exciting?”

“Well, maybe I’ll get lucky and have a room to myself. That was so embarrassing when Matt walked in on us before we left for the summer.”

“I don’t know what was better, the blowjob I was getting, or the way Matt’s eyes bugged out and he ran into the doorframe.”

“Oh my god Trey,” (Y/n) shook her head. “I had to fix his bleeding nose after that! I told you to lock the door and put a sock on the handle.”

“I’m sure he’ll get us back eventually,” Trey offered her a smile, and any anger in her body melted out.

“I guess I should probably let you eat your lunch in peace.”

“Please don’t,” Trey pouted. “I barely get to see you.”

“Trey, you see me every day.”

“I know, but it’s not enough,” He held her hand. She relaxed back into her seat. “I’m off work today at 5. I thought maybe I could take you to Littleton to see a movie?”

“At the drive-in?” (Y/n) laughed. Being at their respective parents' houses, they had to get a little creative to spend time together. As soon as Trey mentioned a movie, you thought about the two of you trying to fit in the backseat of his car, which while a daunting task, wasn’t impossible.

“No. I’ll take you to a proper movie theater. We’ll fuck afterwards,” Trey laughed, making (Y/n) roll her eyes.

“And what film will we be viewing tonight Mr. Parker?”

“Well, I heard Days of Thunder was pretty good. And I know you have a crush on Tom Cruise.”

“I do not!”

“You so do. Remember when we rented The Outsiders and watched it with Dian, his roommate, and your roommate?”

“Okay, but come on. That movie is like, hot guy city! You made me watch Grease 2 because you love Michelle Pfeiffer.”

“Man, that girl can sing.”

“She’s no Olivia Newton-John, but go on,” (Y/n) laughed. “Days of Thunder" sounds great. Do you want to pick me up or meet you there?”

“I’ll pick you up. No sense in running two cars if we don’t have to.”

“Perfect,” (Y/n) kissed Trey’s cheek. “I should get going now. I need to mow my grandma’s yard.”

“Someday, I’ll be rich and famous, and you’ll never have to mow another yard.”

“I don’t mind. I just put my Walkman on and jam,” (Y/n) started to head out. “I’ll see you later.” She waved bye to Trey, who was happy just to eat his lunch.

***

One Week Later

“Matt, your home is beautiful,” Dian looked around at the Stone’s home. Him, Trey, (Y/n), and Matt were all gathered in Matt’s living room. Just wanting to spend a little time together after not seeing each other most of the summer.

“My mom decorated it. She thinks my bedroom looks like a trash pit.”

“I’d say it’s a…homey disaster,” (Y/n) laughed, making Matt roll his eyes. “Oh, I got my roommate assignment. So unfortunately, I will not have the room to myself.”

“Okay, boys, when there is a sock on our door, do not come in!” Trey told Matt and Dian. Dian made a gagging noise. “You’re just jealous no on wants to fuck you Dian.”

“Anyway,” (Y/n) slapped Trey’s arm to stop him from talking anymore. “I’m gonna open it here with you guys, so when I get stuck with, like, a serial killer, you’re my witnesses.” She tore open the envelope and took the paper out. She had a smile on her face until she read the name.

“Uh, babe? You ok?” Trey asked, noticing how pale she had gotten.

“(Y/n), you’re kinda freaking us out,” Matt leaned forward in the recliner he was sitting in.

“I think I’d rather have a serial killer,” (Y/n) mumbled. Dian took the paper from her.

“Okay you’re in the same building as us, three floors down on the girls floor. Roommate is…no…” Dian looked up at Trey. “Liane.”

“What?” Trey took the paper from Dian. “This has to be a mistake. You can’t room with her!”

“I have no choice,” (Y/n) took the paper back. “Says right here that I have to give it until the official close of registration, which is usually a month into the semester.”

“She tried to break us up!” Trey started to pace.

“This isn’t my fault!” (Y/n) snapped. She stood from the couch and walked through the living room and kitchen before they all heard the back door slam. Dian and Matt looked at Trey, whose eyes were wide.

“Way to go dumbass,” Matt grumbled.

“I didn’t mean…I…” Trey sighed and sat down on the couch. Matt knew it wasn’t his fault. Or (Y/n)’s for that matter. She got like that sometimes, where everything rubbed her the wrong way. He stood from his chair and went to head outside. Trey and Dian started to follow.

“You guys stay in here. I’ll talk to her. I know how to handle her,” Matt slipped out of the house through the backdoor. He looked to the pool, not seeing her there. That left one other place she could be. The old, decaying tree house. He made his way over to it, and sure enough, he could hear sniffling.

“(Y/n)?”

“Go away Matt.”

“Well, we’re at my house,” Matt chuckled. “You either come down or I’m coming up.”

“You won’t fit.”

“Oh that’s it,” Matt made the climb up the ladder to the treehouse. As he went to climb in, his head smacked the opening with a hard thud. “For fucks sake!”

“I told you that you wouldn’t fit.”

“Oh shut up,” Matt rubbed his head. “Why are you up here?”

“I can’t believe I snapped at Trey,” (Y/n) had her face buried in her knees, legs pulled against her chest.

“You used to snap at me all the time,” Matt was rubbing the top of his head where he had hit it.

“Yeah, and I felt terrible about it,” (Y/n) sighed. “I just don’t know why the universe would think Liane and I would be good roommates.” Matt sat cross legged across from (Y/n). He reached out and took her hands in his, squeezing them.

“He understands,” Matt told her. “I did too. You’re allowed to speak up. The girl I knew in high school never would’ve let herself be put in the same mold as every other girl we went to school with. Hell, I remember you wanted to wear a tux to prom just to prove that.”

“Because you wanted to wear my dress!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that my sweet ass looked better in it than you did,” Matt smirked, his heart relaxing when she returned the smile. “I know Trey will forgive you for being snippy. I always did. And this is a big, shocking thing.”

“How do you do that?” Matt raised his brows in confusion.

“Do what?”

“Make so much damn sense all the time. And calm me down when I think my world is closing in.”

“I’ve had years of practice,” He gave her a smile. “Come on. Ma’s making lunch soon and I’m starving. And we have to beat Trey and Dian at euchre.” Matt went to stand up.

“Matt watch your…” Matt smacked his head on the treehouse with a groan. “Head…”

“Thanks for the warning,” Matt winced and rubbed his head before making his way down the ladder. (Y/n) followed him a moment later. She looked towards the house and saw Trey peeking out through the blinds. When he noticed her staring, he quickly let them close. (Y/n) glanced at Matt before making her way back into the house. By the time Matt walked in, Trey was holding (Y/n) and giving her a gentle kiss.

And that twisting in Matt’s chest was back

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I did my bingo card for tonight. I know putting Towlie on there is technically cheating, but I really don't care

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Oh my god that was perfect! Bro, you are so talented!

The Night's Still Young

Pairing: Trey Parker x Reader x Matt Stone

Summary: After an unforgettable night at the Oscars, tensions rise between you and your two best friends. Will you continue ignoring the tension that had been building for months? Or will you finally give into your desires?

Word Count: 4,915

Warnings: nsfw, language, oral (m receiveing), fingering (f receiving), piv unprotected sex, pet names (honey, baby), (if i messed any, lemme know plz!)

A/N: omg hi! another 2 am smut for you all hehe. i hope u all enjoy! thank u @livelaughl0ve3 for the idea. ily pookie <3

****

It truly was a magical evening, no pun intended. Besides the fact that the three of you were absolutely tripping on the hits of acid you had taken before the limo picked you up for the ceremony, you just felt like you were walking on air. Trey didn’t win, which was a bummer, but you were all a little grateful he didn’t have to go on stage and accept a damn Academy Award in drag. 

When the three of you arrived at the red carpet, both men were wearing dresses. Trey’s was inspired by a green Versace gown J-Lo had worn to the Grammy’s a few weeks ago and Matt’s was based off Gwyenth Paltrow's dress from last year’s Oscars. The guys had talked you into going along with their scheme. So, instead of sporting a dress like you had imagined, you borrowed one of Trey’s tuxes, which hung off your small frame. On the red carpet, you walked arm in arm with the boys, parading them around like they were your hot dates. The three of you had a running joke that you were their pimp and they were weird, European models. 

Luckily, you were all smart enough to bring a change of clothes for the after party. The new, less attention grabbing outfits paired with the three of you slowly coming down from your shared trip put you all in a much more relaxed mood. The boys both had on sleek, black blazers and slacks. Trey, of course, had the first few buttons of his undershirt undone, allowing the top of his chest to peek out through the blazer. You had brought a pale purple, floor length dress to wear to the after party. It definitely wasn’t the most appropriate dress for the event, but it was the best you could do. 

Trey got pulled away to do a post-ceremony interview, leaving you and Matt alone. He quickly took your hand, keeping you by his side as you hurried off the carpet. Matt was still reeling from the trip, not feeling nearly as good and talkative as Trey did right now. Walking in comfortable silence, Matt guided you both through the crowd of Hollywood’s elite back out to Jefferson Road, where a line of limos awaited to take guests to the after party. 

You stood off to the side, attempting to stay out of the way as more people began to exit. Matt leaned against a brick wall, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He lit one up, taking a long, steady drag before exhaling. His eyes fluttered shut, visible relief washing over him after the first hit. His eyes opened, immediately locking on yours. He held out the cigarette to him, silenting offering it to you. Also needing a distraction, you nodded, quickly taking the smoke from him. You joined him by the wall as you took a long drag. He chuckled under his breath as you began coughing. Unlike both men, you didn’t smoke. 

“What a baby.” He said with a smirk as he took the cig back from you. 

“Shut up.” You sputtered out between coughs. 

Another comfortable silence fell between you two as you watched more limos depart with their passengers. You enjoyed people watching as Matt slowly finished his cigarette. After about ten minutes, you heard him groan under his breath as he looked down at his watch. 

“Jesus, how long is he gonna fucking take?” He grumbled mainly to himself as he put out the rest of his cigarette with his shoe. He glanced down at his watch, grumbling again. He looked up at you, his eyes briefly raking up your body. “Wanna get out of here?” 

“What about Trey?” You asked.

“The bastard knows where to find us. I’m tired of waiting for him to be done schmoozing with the press.” Matt said as he pushed off the brick wall. He took a few steps in the general direction the limos were going. When you didn’t immediately follow, he looked over his shoulder, the irritation on his face growing. “You coming?” 

You crossed your arms over your chest as you attempted to search for Trey on the carpet. Due to the number of reporters and celebrities still inside the event, it was impossible to locate him. When Matt sighed, still awaiting an answer, you turned back to him. “I feel wrong leaving him behind.” 

Matt rolled his eyes, a loud groan leaving his lips as he quickly walked back towards you. He towered over you, his brows furrowing. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, a hint of defensiveness in your voice. 

“Oh, stop with the bullshit. I know he’s your favorite.” Matt said with a scoff. 

Your eyes widened, clearly not expecting his claim. “He’s not my favorite. I don’t have favorites. What are we, five years old? You seriously think I can’t have more than one best friend?” 

A humorless chuckle left his lips at the mention of him being your “best friend”. You avoided his gaze as you flushed with embarrassment. You didn’t have to ask, you knew what he was implying. Although you loved your friendship with both Matt and Trey, there had been this weird, underlying tension between the three of you that had only been growing as of late. Maybe it was due to the fact you were spending so much time together, but it was getting harder to deny. You just hadn’t realized Matt had noticed the tension too. 

You didn’t have a favorite, you weren’t lying when you said that. You loved them both equally, for different reasons. If you wanted comfort, a shoulder to cry on, or just someone to just listen to you, Trey was perfect for that. Matt was ideal for giving the harsh doses of reality when it was needed. He was the guy that would go toe to toe with anyone for you. They were the yin to each other’s yang. They held a perfect balance with each other that you still didn’t understand after years of friendship. You were just lucky enough to somehow fit in the middle. 

Before you could explain yourself further, Trey finally caught up with you. He ran a hand through his slicked back hair as he greeted you both with a smirk, clearly oblivious to the tense situation he had just interrupted. 

“What’d I miss?” He asked as he lit his own cigarette. 

“Let’s just go. I need a drink.” Matt grumbled under his breath. 

He spun on his heel, quickly walking down the street, not bothering to wait for either of you. Trey shot you a confused look, you just shrugged in response. He nodded once as he put a hand on the small of your back, beginning to guide you towards Matt. You all walked in somewhat charged silence towards the after party. Matt still walked quickly ahead of you. Trey’s hand never left your back as you neared the club. 

Once you reached the night club where the after party was being held, Matt quickly left your side, going towards the bar. Trey scoffed and rolled his eyes, clearly put off by Matt’s aloof behavior. 

“What the fuck crawled up his ass?” He asked you as you settled at a small booth in a secluded corner of the club. Trey draped his arm across the back, pulling you close to his side. “If I knew he was gonna act like a little bitch, I wouldn’t have asked him to come.” 

“He’s probably just tired, Trey. It’s been a long night.” You said softly. 

Matt and Trey didn’t argue often, but you always hated it when they did, even if it was a minor spat like this one. They always managed to put you in the middle. Even though they never asked you to pick a side, you always felt like it was expected of you. 

“Well, he’s not the one who lost to fucking Phil Collins. Am I acting like a dick? No, cause I’m a damn adult.” Trey snapped, the harshness in his tone taking you by surprise. 

You sighed, burying your head in your hands. Now you didn’t just have to deal with Matt being upset, but Trey too. 

“Fuck this.” You thought to yourself. 

You pulled your hands away from your face and scooted your way out of the booth. Trey sat up, a confused but still irritated look on his face. “Where the hell are you going?” 

You spun around, no longer able to hide your own frustration. “I don’t know, but away from…this.”

Before Trey could ask what you meant, Matt had finally located you. He looked a bit more relaxed as he nursed the beer in his hand. He took one look at your expression then turned towards Trey. “Great, what’d you do now, man.” 

“Jesus, this is what I’m talking about!” You said with a frustrated laugh, grabbing both of their attentions. “This was supposed to be fun, remember? We’re at the nicest party either of us have ever been to and you’re still fucking finding something to fight about! I’m sick of it.” 

You began to walk away from your friends, desperately needing the space. You were glad that they didn’t follow you. Needing a distraction and something to help you get through the rest of the night, you went to the bar, quickly ordering a cocktail. You leaned against the bar, quickly chugging down the drink as you scanned the party. Everyone else seemed to be having a great time, and for that, you were grateful. It’d be easier for you to enjoy yourself when you weren’t surrounded by two grown men who were acting like spoiled children. With the buzz of the liquor beginning to hit your system, you ventured out into the party. 

You weren’t sure how long you spent on the dancefloor, but you had been out there long enough to get overheated. You were a bit surprised Matt or Trey hadn’t tried apologizing to you. They usually did once they realized they had upset you. That was the nice thing about their arguments, no matter how major they were, both men would quickly resolve it once they realized you had been put in the middle of it. 

Pushing past the sea of bodies, you found the exit to the club. The cool, night air against your flushed skin made you audibly sigh. Your eyes closed as you let the wind gently caress your face. 

“Hey…”

You turned around and saw Matt standing behind you, a sheepish grin on his face. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, a tick he did whenever he was nervous. He took a cautious step towards you. Once he realized you wouldn’t walk away, he moved to stand beside you. 

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “I was being a dick and that wasn’t cool.” 

“Did you two make up?” You asked. 

Matt nodded once. 

“Good.” You replied gruffly. Although he apologized, you were still slightly irritated with both of them. You huffed and looked up at him. “What the hell were you guys even arguing about?” 

He visibly tensed at your question, clearly not wanting to answer it. Your irritation gave way for curiosity at his reaction. Neither Matt or Trey hid stuff from you. Whatever had set them off tonight must have been something major if it meant Matt was uneasy sharing it. 

“Look, just forget it, okay?” You added, your voice softer than it was before. “It doesn’t matter, as long as you guys made up.” 

Matt relaxed at your words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He nodded in agreement as he took a step closer to you. His hand reached out to tuck a loose hair behind your ear. It lingered on your cheek, sending a rush of heat and desire through you. 

His hand dropped quickly at the sound of another person exiting the club. You turned around, surprised to see Trey. You took a step away from Matt, needing the distance from him. You expected Trey to look irritated. Even though you had stepped away from Matt, it was very clear he had interrupted a moment between you both. But Trey just smiled as he joined the two of you. 

“This party’s a bust, dude.” He said with a chuckle. “Let’s bail.” 

Your eyes widened. The party was very much not a bust. It was the nicest event any of you had ever been to. Plus, there was booze as far as the eye could see. What was there not to love? 

“We just got here…” You said, your voice trailing off at the end as your confusion continued to sink in. 

“Come on, we’ve got booze at my place. We can hang out without being surrounded by a bunch of snobs.” Matt agreed with a chuckle. 

You looked between your two friends. The men were sharing a strange smirk, like you had fallen into some sort of trap. Although you were able to read them like the back of your hand, you’d never seen this sort of exchange with them before. Not wanting to potentially cause another argument, you hesitantly nodded, which made their smirks only grow. Matt draped his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to his side as you began walking down the street. Trey walked on your other side, his hand finding the small of your back again.

The weird, unspoken tension the three of you shared only grew on your short walk to Matt’s place. Luckily, the journey wasn’t long, you arrived at Matt’s apartment in under thirty minutes. Matt finally removed his arm from your shoulder so he could unlock his front door.

As Matt fiddled with his keys, Trey’s hand slid down your back, moving to gently cup the swell of ass. Your eyes widened and you looked over your shoulder. You opened your mouth to speak, but he just held a finger to his lips, a cocky smirk on his lips. Not wanting to alert Matt to Trey’s advances, you nodded subtly, keeping quiet. 

Matt finally managed to get the door open, quickly stepping inside. Trey patted your ass gently, ushering you inside. You heard him chuckle under his breath as you quickly followed Matt inside. The dim light of Matt’s apartment managed to slightly hide the brightness in your cheeks. As you settled on Matt’s couch, you felt Trey’s hungry gaze on you the entire time. He didn’t follow you in the living room, he instead joined Matt in the kitchen. 

You heard the sound of beer bottles clinking together from the other room. You were also able to make out both of their voices. They were talking to each other quickly, in hushed tones, so you were unable to make out what they were saying.

When they returned to the living room, they shared another look before sitting on either side of you on the couch. Matt handed you an open beer bottle, you muttered a thank you in response. As you took a swig, both Matt and Trey’s eyes locked on the way your lips wrapped around the bottle. When you began to bring the bottle away from your lips, you were surprised to feel Matt gently pushing it back to your mouth. 

“Drink up. It’s a party right?” He said with a low chuckle. 

You swatted his hand away, but did in fact take another long swig. You wiped your lips before setting the bottle down on the small coffee table in front of the couch. You immediately noticed that neither Matt or Trey weren’t drinking their own beers. 

“If it’s a party, why aren’t you guys drinking?” You asked, your brows furrowing as you looked between your friends. 

“We will.” Trey replied smoothly, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. “We just wanna see you relax a bit first, that’s all.” 

When you felt Matt’s hand rest on your other thigh, you jumped off the couch, moving to stand in front of them. 

“Okay, what the fuck?” You demanded. Both men just smirked in response. “This is really fucking weird, even for you guys.” 

“We came to a realization tonight.” Matt said smoothly. “You were right about something, we have been fighting a lot and it’s not fair to you.” 

Trey nodded in agreement, the smirk never leaving his face. “We came to a realization. We’d been fighting this whole time, when we could have been sharing.”

Your eyes widened as you realized what they meant. The tension you shared had been growing lately, but you never connected it to their arguments. It never dawned on you that you were what they had been arguing about this whole time. As much as you wanted to cuss them out for even implying what you thought they were, you couldn’t deny the rush you felt. You’d be lying if you said you’d never fantasized being shared by them. Hell, it was your go to scenario to picture whenever you touched yourself now. 

When you didn’t reject their idea, they shared a pleased expression. 

“Smart girl.” Matt praised softly. He leaned back against his couch, spreading his legs open. He patted his thigh once, his eyes never leaving yours. “Come here.” 

As if you were autopilot, you walked towards him quickly, slowly perching yourself on his lap. He hummed in approval, his hands moving to run up your thighs. He lowered his head to your neck, taking a long, deep inhale of your scent. As Matt gently began pepper kisses up and down your throat, Trey slid behind you, his hands moving to gently pull down the straps to your dress. 

“I didn’t get to tell you how fucking good you looked in this dress.” Trey murmured in your other ear before kissing down your back. He hummed against your soft skin as he continued to slide down the top of your dress. 

You were already so lost in the feeling of both of your friends’ lips painting your skin, you had forgotten you didn’t wear a bra under your dress. When both Matt and Trey let ragged, deep groans at the sight of your bare breasts, you came to for a moment. Your first instinct was to yank the dress up to cover yourself, but Trey was quicker. He grabbed hold of your wrists and pinned them behind your back. 

“Don’t you dare fucking cover yourself.” Matt warned through his teeth as he pulled away from your neck. His green eyes ravished your body, drinking in your appearance. “Jesus, she’s been hiding this from us the whole time, Trey.” 

Trey chuckled darkly in response, leaning over your shoulder to get a better view at your breasts. “Don’t I fucking know it. She’s a goddamn tease.” 

Maybe it was the alcohol, but the way they talked about you, degrading you gently, turned you on even more. You felt your panties begin to dampen more as they continued to stare at you. You never knew you could get this aroused just by talking. 

A breathy, needy sound escaped your lips, getting their attention. All you could manage was one word, “Please…”

They shared another groan at the sound of your plea. Matt wasted no time, his lips attached to your neck as one his hands cupped your right breast. Another whimper left your lips as you leaned back into Trey, who had loosened his grip on your wrists. As Matt began to toy with your pebbling nipple, Trey pushed his growing erection into your lower back. You could tell just by the outline of his length that he was big. You felt your mouth begin to water as he pushed himself into your back again. 

As Matt moved his mouth from your neck to your other breast, you reached your hand around to palm Trey through his pants. Not wanting to leave Matt out, you moved your other hand to run up his muscular thigh, before settling on his own growing erection. The three of you shared a chorus of moans as you worked in beautiful harmony to slowly tease and pleasure each other. 

Matt released his lips from your breast with a soft pop. He gently grabbed hold of your chin, bringing your lips down on his. You moaned into the tender yet passionate kiss. Trey moved his hands to your hips, allowing himself to gently reposition you so you were kneeling between the two men. With your back arched and your ass sticking out, Trey was able to slide down the rest of your dress, the fabric pooling around your ankles. 

As Matt slipped his tongue into your mouth, Trey helped you kick the dress off your legs. He stood from the couch as you and Matt continued to explore each other’s mouths. His blue eyes stayed locked on his two friends as he quickly took off his blazer, shirt and slacks. He sat back down on the couch, slowly freeing himself from his boxers. The sound of his low groan as he lazily began to stroke his cock finally broke your concentration. You pulled away from Matt’s lips and turned around, flushing when you saw Trey pumping his length. 

You should have known Trey would have had a damn near perfect cock. How many times had you listened to him brag about the way girls would fawn over him in the bedroom? You used to think he was being an ass, making it up for laughs. But you were wrong. He was perfect, the right amount of length and girth. The tip was bright pink, precum oozing down his shaft. You looked back at Matt for approval, not wanting to upset him. He just smirked, nodding once, giving you his silent permission to focus on Trey for a little. 

You turned to face Trey, his eyes fluttering open as you placed one of your hands on his thigh. He gave you a small smirk as he moved his hand from his erection to your hand. He brought your hand down his cock, guiding you for the first few strokes before letting you take control. You followed the slow, somewhat lazy pace he had set for himself, wanting to enjoy toying with him. 

Trey brought his lips to yours, capturing yours in a slightly hungrier kiss than Matt’s. As you focused on pleasuring Trey, Matt slid your panties down your legs, easily slipping them off your ankles. He groaned as he laid eyes on your bare heat, glistening with arousal. Unable to help himself, he ran a finger up your slit, slowly teasing you. You moaned against Trey’s lips in response, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. 

Matt continued this for another minute, only running his finger up and down your folds, never giving you the pleasure you so desperately wanted. Due to your own need and impatience, you picked up your pace with Trey, stroking his cock with more purpose and desperation. He groaned in response into your mouth. 

“Get on with it, dude.” Trey groaned softly against your lips. You knew he wasn’t talking to you, but to Matt. The longer Matt toyed with you, the more desperate you’d get. And Trey didn’t want to suffer and cum earlier than he wanted due to Matt’s reluctance. 

The other man rolled his eyes but listened, slowly inserting a finger into your entrance. You moaned out softly, your pace slowing as Matt slowly began to pump his index finger. He was kind enough to give you a minute to adjust before adding a second finger, then a third. He was slow and tortuous with his pleasure, intentionally keeping his rhythm steady. 

The men must have shared an exchange without you realizing, because Matt removed his fingers from you the same time Trey gently pulled your hand away from his erection. Before you could ask questions, Trey grabbed a fistful of your hair and lowered your hair down to his throbbing length the same time Matt had slowly slid his own erection into your weeping pussy. You cried out in pleasure around Trey’s cock, feeling so incredibly full. 

“Fuck, just like that, baby.” Trey praised gruffly, his hand releasing from your hair. 

“She’s so fucking tight, man. She’s squeezing me like a damn vice.” Matt groaned as he slowly began to thrust into you. “You were made for us, weren’t you, honey?”

You moaned again, managing to nod as you slowly began to bob your head on Trey’s length. Your tongue swirled around his tip, his salty precum meeting your tastebuds, eliciting another moan from you. You matched your rhythm with Matt’s as he slowly began to increase his speed. 

He leaned down, his chest meeting your back as his hips began to snap against yours. His hand reached under your body, his thumb expertly locating the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of your core. You cried out in pleasure, the added sensation of Matt’s fingers tracing tight, quick circles on your clit only working to bring you closer to your peak. You fluttered around his length, squeezing his cock like it was your only lifeline. 

Realizing you were getting lost in your own pleasure, Trey tangled his hand in your hair again, taking control of your movements. He bucked his hips up, his speed and intensity almost matching Matt’s as he mercilessly fucked your throat. 

“You close?” Matt rasped in your ear, his breathing ragged.

You nodded furiously as you gagged around Trey’s cock. 

“That’s it, baby. Fucking cum for us.” Matt demanded in your ear, his own release moments away. 

As your orgasm began to rip through your body, Trey released his hold on you, pulling you off of his length. You rested your head on his thigh as you rode through your climax. A string of curses paired with your name left Matt’s lips as he painted your walls with his own release. 

Trey was gentle, playing with your hair as you slowly came to after your climax. As Matt pulled himself out of you, it began to dawn on you that Trey hadn’t cum yet. Before you could ask why or offer anything, Matt grabbed hold of your shoulders, slowly pulling you back so you were laying flat on your back. You were beginning to realize that they had orchestrated this throughout the experience, but you were still caught off guard when Trey positioned himself between your legs, quickly entering you. Still riding the high of your previous orgasm, you cried out in pleasure as Trey began to fuck you at a mericless speed. Matt stayed behind you, playing with your hair, whispering words of encouragement and praise into your ears. 

Matt gently grabbed your chin, titling your head towards him. You locked eyes just as your second orgasm steadily approached. He let out a pleased chuckle when your eyes widened and your mouth hung open. 

“She close?” Trey groaned out. 

“Oh yeah.” Matt replied with another chuckle. “You gonna cum for Trey, baby? Are you gonna cum all over his cock?” 

You nodded, unable to find the words. 

“Not until I say so.” Trey growled. 

You found his piercing blue eyes as a pathetic whimper left your pouted lips. He looked so good like this. You secretly loved it whenever he was cruel and ruthless, a trait he rarely let show but one you were glad he brought into the bedroom. 

“Stop fucking pouting.” He spat out in response. “You have to hold ‘til I cum, baby.” 

Another cry left your lips as you focused all your energy on withholding your release. You closed your eyes, trying to find a way to focus on anything other than the world bending pleasure your best friend was giving you. 

Trey continued to thrust into you at a furious pace, although his thrusts were slowly becoming sloppier and were falling out of rhythm. Tears began to roll down your face as it became harder to deny yourself your climax. Trey let out a guttural moan at the sight of your tears. It was the final push he needed to send him over the edge. 

“Fucking cum for me.” He growled out slowly. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” 

Your back arched as you finally gave way to the pleasure. Your second orgasm was more intense, building off the momentum of the first one. You felt yourself spasm and squirm beneath Trey as he released himself, filling you up with his cum. 

Your body trembled with the aftershocks of your release as Trey slid out of you, flopping down on the couch. Matt, who had never stopped playing with your hair, placed a soft, gentle kiss to your slick temple. The three of you were a sweaty, panting mess on Matt’s couch. No words were exchanged as you laid side by side, each coming down from your own high. Your eyelids felt heavy as your breathing began to slowly steady. 

“Don’t fall asleep on us yet, baby.” Matt chuckled softly, gently tapping your cheek. 

Your eyes opened, confusion on your expression as you looked between your two friends. 

“You seriously think we’re finished?” Trey added with his own tired laugh. “We’re gotta make up for all the time you were holding out on us, honey.” 

Matt smirked, bringing his face down to yours. “We’re just getting started.”

TAGLIST (if you would like to be added, let me know!) : @the--blackdahlia , @beansnsoup , @livelaughl0ve3 , @lavenderficwriter

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Guys, it's time to say goodbye to the--blackdahlia. We had a good run, but it's ran it's course. Time for something new.

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BASEketball (1998) + Letterboxd reviews

Honorable mentions:

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A Girl Like You

Title: A Girl Like You

Summary: Matt and Trey are both in love with the same makeup artist.

Warnings: Just a little crack

For @treyparkerwhore

It almost felt like something out of an old western movie. Matt was settled in his chair with Stone painted on the back in white. He was looking across the set, past the girls who were practicing the cheerleader routine, and where Dian was talking with the director about what Squeak should be doing. He was looking right at Trey, who was staring back with as much intensity as Matt was. He pushed his greasy, bleach blonde hair back and focused all his attention on Matt.

“What are they doing?” Yasmine asked (Y/n) as she stood by her. (Y/n) was finishing up her make up touchups for the scene they were getting ready to film.

“They who?”

“Trey and Matt. They’ve been staring at each other like this for a while. I just keep waiting for Clint Eastwood to show up.” (Y/n) put her brush back in her portable kit and looked between Matt and Trey.

“Maybe they’re just…method acting?” (Y/n) shrugged. “I mean, we are getting ready to film Coop and Remer fighting.”

“Yeah, maybe. These guys just don’t seem like method actors,” Yasmine looked at the little mirror (Y/n) produced. “Looks good! Thanks (Y/n).”

“No problem,” (Y/n) packed up her stuff. She made her way over to Matt to check his makeup. She saw him shoot a smirk at Trey before offering her a softer smile.

“Hey there beautiful,” Matt spoke, almost loud enough that Trey could hear.

“Hey Matt,” (Y/n) laughed. “Your makeup looks fine. I need to go check on Trey’s now.”

“Aww, why don’t you stay and talk for a bit? Just give me some fresh powder or something.”

“You look good Matt,” She patted his shoulder. “I’m going to go check on Trey now. I think they want to start filming soon.”

“But I like talking to you,” He shot a quick glance over at Trey with a bit of a shit eating grin on his face.

“I’m sure we’ll have a break again and I’ll come talk to you,” She went to go over to Trey, but frowned when she saw he wasn’t where he last was. That’s when she heard a noise behind her. Turning back around to look at Matt, she saw Trey had tackled him and they were currently wrestling on the ground.

“Hey!” Matt called out, pushing Trey off of him. “Dude!”

“Dude!”

“Dude!”

“Dude?” Trey raised an eyebrow.

“Dude…”

(Y/n) watched as Trey raised an arm and sniffed, cringing as smelled himself.

“Okay, you got a point there.”

“What the fuck just happened?” One of the actors asked (Y/n), who was staring at the interaction.

“If I knew, I’d tell you,” (Y/n) turned and headed backstage to put away her portable kit.

****

“Hey,” A voice spoke up a little bit later. (Y/n) looked to see a freshly showered Trey standing there, hands shoved in his pockets.

“Oh, hey Trey,” (y/n) smiled at him. “Is everything okay with you and Matt?”

“Oh yeah. We’ve had worse fights than that before.”

“What were you even fighting over?” She saw Trey’s cheeks turn pink.

“We’ve been fighting about a girl on and off.”

“Oh, I see,” (Y/n) went back to organizing her inventory. Trey leaned against the table by her. “Is it Yasemine?”

“No.”

“Jenny?”

“No.”

“I don’t know any other girls in this movie.”

“She’s not in the movie,” Trey sighed and looked at (Y/n). “It’s you.”

“Me? Why the hell would you two be fighting over me?”

“Hello? You’re beautiful!”

“He’s right you know,” Matt spoke up, drawing both Trey and (Y/n)’s attention. Trey threw his hands up in the air. “I come in peace.”

“Hey Matt. I thought you went home.”

“I wanted to see you. But Trey’s here.”

“Yep, I’m here,” Trey crossed his arms over his chest.

“You know, just because you showered doesn’t mean she’s instantly going to go for you!”

“Oh come on Matt, you get so many girls throwing themselves at you.”

“So?”

“Boys!” (Y/n) yelled, stepping between them. “That is enough!” Matt and Trey both looked at (Y/n), their eyes wide from her outburst. “Did either of you think to just, I dunno, ask me out? Instead of whatever you’re doing now?” Matt and Trey both looked down at the floor, embarrassed.

“You…wanna go get a burger?” Trey asked before Matt had a chance to. (Y/n) smiled softly at him.

“Pick me up at 8.” she walked away from them, letting Trey stick his tongue out at Matt.

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Matt Stone Pic Spam

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my friends r so talented. rb if ur friends are talented

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AO3 and Tumblr can never go down for maintenance at the same time because there would be no one to watch their children (us, the users) and there’s too many of us to hire a babysitter

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So, a friend and I were screwing around on the wayback machine, and might have been looking at the old South Park studios website. And might have found confirmation from Matt Stone himself that he has a small dick. So...yeah