#and matt is happy to have you there with him

[sweetshuga]

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑰𝒔 𝑺𝒉𝒆?

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... your boyfriend and his brothers investigated the old trap house with sam and colby but when he came back... there was something heavy in the air. something that didn’t belong in the realm of the living.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔... horror ⭒ thriller ⭒ light angst ⭒ fluff ⭒ bf!matt ⭒ paranormal activity ⭒ light descriptions of gore ⭒ pet names ⭒ plot twist ⭒ more.

You couldn’t help but get worried when Matt told you he was going to a haunted place again, with Nick and Chris, for a collab video with Sam and Colby. You were going to tell him about how he shouldn’t get himself involved in things like that—since it could end up going wrong—but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him about your worries when you saw the excitement in his eyes.

The day he went to film the video was probably one of the worst days ever. Although you felt happy for him for the opportunity, you couldn’t shake off the unease no matter how hard you tried. You told yourself you were just overthinking it.

He’ll be alright. You’re just paranoid. Right?

When Matt came back home, the first thing you did was hug him tightly, making him chuckle in surprise, his arms wrapping around you almost immediately. He looked down, a bit confused but otherwise amused, as you refused to let him go, your face buried in his red plaid hoodie.

"Did you miss me, sweetheart?" He murmured, running a hand up and down your back, the gesture soothing your nerves.

You were beyond relieved to see that nothing had happened. But the relief was short-lived. Because coldness creeped onto your skin. Slowly. Like it was trying not to be noticed. Like it wanted to devour you before you could stop it.

It was a foreign feeling—unlike anything you’ve felt before. It was hard to describe. The chill felt as if it came from within you, freezing your blood, making your teeth chatter.

Matt’s brows furrowed slightly, confusion taking over his features as he pulled back. His hands held your arms firmly, searching your face. Why did you look like you were freezing? It wasn’t cold inside the house.

"Hey, look at me..." Matt mumbled, one of his hands gently lifting your chin so he’d see your face more clearly. "Are you okay? Is something wrong? Do you want me to turn off the aircon..." Matt’s voice trailed off when he felt the increase in your temperature, the way you were shivering, and the slight droopiness of your eyes.

Chris and Nick flocked around you and Matt, concern etched onto their faces as Matt explained what just happened, equally as confused as his brothers. Your vision slowly blacked out and you slumped onto Matt, making him quickly wrap his arms around your waist to prevent you from falling.

When you woke up, a few hours later, Matt was sitting beside you on his bed, his face pale and eyes wide. His hand was holding yours tightly, refusing to let go even when he saw your eyes open and look around his room, blinking slowly, before it landed on him.

"What happened?" You mumbled, groaning softly as you sat up slowly. Matt took his hand away, instead helping you sit up. He didn’t speak, not knowing what to say. He was confused and slightly shaken up by the abruptness of your fever.

All he could do was pull you closer, murmuring soft words into your hair, his face buried in your neck. "You had a fever... but you’re alright now baby... I got you."

Nothing much happened that evening, it went without any complications. Just soft—intimate, like every other night. Matt promised to take you to the hospital tomorrow for check-ups even though you reassured him you were fine countless times.

You thought things would go back to normal. Lazy mornings, intimate nights, soft kisses in between the hours, sweet words exchanged like second nature. You thought the comfort you felt when you were with Matt would still be there. Nothing is wrong, after all.

Right?

Oh, you couldn’t have been more wrong.

The following few days were bizarre—to say the least. It felt like someone was watching you, analyzing your every move, and it only ever felt that way when Matt was near. When he’d look at you all lovingly, you’d feel a second pair of eyes—cold and heavy—boring into your soul.

You didn’t tell Matt though. You couldn’t. What would you even say? That you felt like you were going insane? That it felt like someone was watching you? That you were beginning to think he brought something home that night?

Despite having no one to talk to about your worries—all because you didn’t want the triplets to worry about something that could just be a result of your paranoia—you started to investigate what exactly was happening in the Sturniolo residence.

At first, there was the bone-chilling cold breeze that followed Matt wherever he went. And neither Nick or Chris seemed to feel it—or anyone else in that matter. Some lights flickered here and there—nothing serious. Probably needed to be replaced. Right?

But then came the soft murmurs at night. Soft "I love you’s" and "You’re mine" near Matt’s side of the bed, and it wasn’t him who was saying it. It was too soft and feminine, and It was so quiet that you thought it was just the whistling of the wind outside at first.

You tried to tolerate it, thinking it was just your brain playing tricks on you. You hoped it was just your anxiety talking, trying to make you think something went wrong during the investigation at the trap house, but no matter how much you tried to think otherwise, every nerve in your body was screaming danger.

By the second week, you had had enough, so you began placing small hidden cameras everywhere in Matt’s room, trying to get some footage that’d explain why the things that were happening were happening. You needed a good night’s rest without thinking about every possible scenario. You needed closure.

That night was the worst.

Nothing was wrong at first, hell, it felt like the cold atmosphere had eased for the first time in two weeks. You and Matt got in bed, cuddled together, laughing and whispering softly before sleep took over you both. You were going to keep watch to see if you’d catch anything out of the ordinary but Matt’s warm body and the soothing beat of his heart against your ear lulled you to a peaceful sleep.

It was probably around 2 am when you were woken up by the sound of scratching, like sharp nails repeatedly clawing at the bedframe. You began to wake up more but you didn’t open your eyes—you couldn’t. Not when you felt like someone was sitting right above your head.

They say the human brain has the ability to tell when someone is near through sound and shadows even when your eyes are closed. And since your eyelids aren’t fully opaque you can—somewhat—see the subtle silhouette of a person (or, in this case, a ghostly apparition) if they’re near you.

"We should switch places... You don’t deserve my Matt..." A soft voice murmured, and you felt something cold touch your forehead, sending shivers down your spine.

"You’re awake aren’t you?" The woman whispered. "Don’t pretend... I know you can hear me... I know you can see me."

A soft laugh echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls, sounding like it was coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time—ghostly, haunting. You didn’t dare open your eyes, your body tense as your hand made its way to Matt’s, so you’d have something to ground yourself with.

But there was nothing.

No matter how much you searched under the blanket, you couldn’t find Matt’s hand. And so, you were forced to open your eyes, and what you saw when you turned your head to the side made your heart skip a beat—as if it stopped beating for a moment.

Instead of seeing your boyfriend sleeping peacefully beside you, you came face to face with a young woman, probably in her early twenties. Her face was bloodied, sunken, gaunt. Eye sockets hollow like her eyes had been scooped out. Lips blue and busted.

"You can see me can’t you?" The woman smiled widely, her rotting teeth glinting ominously in the moonlight. "Give him to me... Or..." She trailed off, her smile widening into an inhumane grin.

"Give me your body."

Her frail, cold hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing with surprising strength and cutting off your air supply.

You struggled, clawing at the hands around your throat, your face turning red, then blue. But no matter how much you struggled, the woman was too strong, her fingers seeming to wrap around your throat tighter the more you squirmed.

"He’s mine-"

The woman’s words cut off when you woke up with a start, sitting up and gasping rapidly for air, your heart hammering against your ribcage. Your eyes quickly scanned the room—which was now light thanks to the morning sun—as you held your throat, feeling how sore it was.

Your eyes landed on Matt, sleeping beside you, his face peaceful and features soft, his breaths deep and even. Your hands trembled as you laid back down, scooting closer to Matt. He stirred slightly, feeling your body pressed against his. Smiling softly, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you more into his chest before going back to sleep.

You stayed like that until he woke up, too shaken up to get out of bed alone.

Things began to worsen day by day. The harmless whispers turned to threats and taunts, directed at you instead of Matt. You were beginning to dread sleeping because of the nightmares that felt all too real to be just a figment of your imagination.

And the worst part? The hours of footage from the hidden cameras showed nothing out of the ordinary even at night. You began to believe you were losing your mind. It didn’t help when you started hearing her whispers in broad daylight, always when Matt was beside you.

"Fuck, my shoulders hurts so fucking bad." Matt complained for the umpteenth time this week, saying it felt as if he had something heavy on his shoulders. It became normal for him to lay down more often, feeling fatigued for some reason.

Chris and Nick finally spoke up, unable to stay quiet.

"Are you okay? Like, not in a joking way. Are you actually okay?" Chris asked Matt, who sat on the opposite side of the couch, messaging his shoulders, his face twisted in discomfort.

Matt turned to look at Chris, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You just look... really fucking tired. And you’ve been complaining about your shoulders like you did your ankle. Is it hurting that badly?" Chris said, genuinely concerned.

"Yeah," Matt hissed as he sat up straight, feeling the soreness of his shoulders, his face twisting in agony.

"You should go to the hospital. Or we can go together." Nick said, walking into the living room, a bag of popcorn in his hand as he flopped down on the couch beside Matt, his eyes trained on the movie playing on the TV in front of them.

"Where is-"

Nick’s words cut off as his head snapped to the side—where Matt sat. His head turned so quickly he was sure he’d gotten whiplash. Both Chris and Matt looked at him strangely, confused by the sudden movement and how startled Nick looked.

"Oh my God... I swear I just saw like a humanoid creature sitting on Matt’s shoulders through my peripheral vision. Or am I going crazy?" He said, blinking, mouth slightly parted as he stared at Matt to see if that was just a figment of his imagination.

Matt chuckled softly, shifting on his spot, uncomfortable. The words Nick said seemed to make his mind reel with thoughts of the paranormal before he pushed them away, clearing his throat—but didn’t touch his shoulders anymore.

"You’re just seeing things." He dismissed, trying to convince himself, too.

That night, in bed, Matt couldn’t sleep. His fingers combed through your hair, playing with it, as he watched you sleep. Suddenly, your brows furrowed, a soft whimper leaving your lips. He gently shook your shoulder, trying to wake you up from your nightmare, but to no avail.

"Baby, wake up." He said. Well, it sounded more like a murmur due to the sleep in his voice.

Your eyes snapped open, and you sat up abruptly, causing Matt to sit up too, worried. Your body began to shudder with the soft sobs leaving your lips, your breathing turning ragged.

"Hey... Look at me." Matt said softly. He turned your face towards him with gentle hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears. "It was just a dream, okay? You’re awake, and I’m here."

You let him hug you, whisper soft nothing’s in your ear. And with his help, you eventually fell back asleep, although it was a restless one.

The next morning, Matt finally went to the hospital to get his shoulders checked, but nothing came out of it. The doctors said he might have some sore muscles but nothing was seriously injured and prescribed him stronger pain killers than the over-the-counter ones. And he went home defeated, not understanding what the problem was if it wasn’t physical.

He began to notice some things too. How you tensed up whenever he was close. How you began staying over less and less. How you stopped looking at him the way you used to. Now you just looked at him with something that resembled... fear. That didn’t sit right with him; It made his stomach churn.

Why were you looking at him as if you were afraid of him?

When you brought up taking a break, Matt’s world crumbled. You didn’t say break-up yet, but it felt inevitable. Like you were just looking for the right time to say you couldn’t be with him anymore. He had predicted this—he had seen the signs before you even spoke up on it—but it didn’t hurt any less.

Maybe it was the heartbreak but Matt began to feel drained. Like not even mentally, but physically. He felt weak as if he hadn’t eaten in days even though he ate enough for an adult man his age.

To top it all off, his shoulder pain had only worsened and he couldn’t even walk across the street without feeling like his knees would buckle from how much it felt like something was pressing all its weight down on his shoulders.

At night, he’d dream, and the dream is always the same; a woman lays beside him, curling into his side, whispering soft words in his ear. Her face was inhumane, her facial features twisted and bloodied, eyes missing and teeth rotten.

At first he thought it was just sleep paralysis. He hoped it was. But he quickly realized—with a sickening drop in his stomach—that he could move his body.

It wasn’t sleep paralysis. It was real. She was real.

You on the other hand? You were better. A lot better.

The nightmares had stopped, the constant whispers were gone like a puff of smoke, and you no longer felt eyes on you. But despite being free from whatever the hell was happening, something heavy had settled in your heart.

Maybe because you knew something—someone—was following Matt, sitting on his shoulders, claiming him to be hers and whispering things Matt was sure were just from the background of the movie playing on his tv or the whistling of the wind—somehow.

Guilt settled like a heavy weight in your chest, dropping down to your stomach, tearing through your insides—or so it felt. You could’ve stayed with Matt, helped him, done something. But all you did was selfishly run away, too scared to face whatever was going on.

Then, one day, you finally found the courage to visit him. You expected Matt to open the door, somewhat hoping he would, but Chris was the one who opened the door, his hair messier than usual like he’d been running his fingers through it too much.

"Looking for Matt?" He asked, sounding tired. His words were tinged with sarcasm, hinting that he wasn’t happy to see you.

You ignored the sarcasm in his tone and spoke. "Yeah, is he... is he alright?" You knew it was a selfish thing to ask considering how you left him when his health was deteriorating, but you couldn’t help it. You needed to see if he was okay.

Chris shook his head no, running a hand down his face, scratching his stubble that seemed unusually unkempt. "You can go look if he’s alright with your own two eyes if you wanna know so badly." He finally moved aside to let you into the house. "He’s in his room."

You gave him a small, grateful smile before going to Matt's room. Your heart thumped loudly as your nerves grew the closer you got to his room. Your hands felt clammy when you finally reached his room but you took a deep breath and opened the door.

Your eyes immediately landed on Matt despite how dark his room was due to the late hours. He was lying in his bed, just staring at his closet door.

"Matt..." You whispered. Despite what your brain was telling you—to run away from here as quickly as possible—your body didn’t listen and took careful steps forward, closing the door behind yourself.

The sound of your voice made Matt’s eyes tear up with relief, but he didn’t let himself believe it was you and instead forced himself to believe it was just his mind playing tricks on him, trying to make him believe he wouldn’t be alone in this, trying to give him closure.

"Matt... baby." You were beside his bed now, your voice breaking at the endearment when you saw how gaunt he looked. You could feel your heart squeezing tightly in your chest at how much worse he had gotten since the last time you’ve seen him.

You still loved him. This wasn’t what you wanted. Fuck, how selfish were you to leave him?

Matt slowly sat up, his eyes wide with disbelief, his lips parting but no words came out.

You sat down beside him and his eyes followed your movements. Tentatively, you reached out to take one of his hands, intertwining your fingers together, your thumb caressing the back of his hand.

"God... I’m so sorry." You whispered, your eyes filling up with tears of shame and guilt. "I should’ve- I should’ve been here for you—"

"It’s okay." Matt cut you off with a soft whisper, his hand giving yours a gentle squeeze. "All that matters is that you’re here now, no?"

Your arms wrapped around him, your face buried in his neck. "I’m so sorry baby... I’ll be here I promise... I’ll never leave you again."

Matt’s arms wrapped your waist as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent—something floral and sweet—the one he used to smell every morning, the one he missed so fucking much. One of his hands ran up and down your back, the warmth of his palm through your shirt sent pleasant shivers down your spine.

"Yeah... I missed you..." He murmured into your hair, closing his eyes. "I missed you so much. Thank you for coming back."

His words made your arms tighten around him, warmth spreading through your chest, and you made a silent vow to never leave his side ever again—no matter what happens.

It was ironic how you came to care for him only to be the one getting cared for. But you couldn’t help it. His sweet words and gentle hands soothed your guilt, and you cuddled with him on his bed, your hand in his hair and his face buried in your chest.

You fell asleep not long after, feeling home in Matt’s bed with his arms around you. Oh, how much you’ve missed this. You became determined to make Matt get rid of whatever that plagued him. It’ll be alright. Things will go back to normal.

Pfft. How sweet.

The sun began to rise and you stirred as the room grew slightly lighter—but not so much thanks to Matt’s curtain. You shimmied your way out of Matt’s arms, careful not to wake him up and stretched your body before walking to the bathroom to relieve yourself, your lips stretched into an otherworldly—uncanny—smile.

You hummed softly to yourself as you washed your hands after using the bathroom, the smile never leaving your lips, before drying them on a towel by the sink. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your reflection smiling back at you.

"Finally..." You (?) murmured, unable to wipe the joy you (?) felt off your face.

God, I’m finally alive again.

No one suspected a thing. And who could blame them? She acted just like you. A carbon copy of your personality, with sweet smiles that looked real when in reality those were nothing but an act. She had watched you intently, after all. Studying your every move, burning it to her memory, practicing quietly.

"I felt someone watching me whenever you were near." "It felt like they were watching my every move—analyzing me."

Now. She had everything she ever wanted—Matt.

She didn’t see him at the trap house. No. She wasn’t a ghost haunting the place but rather a spirit wandering around aimlessly until she saw him walking outside at night with his brothers, giggling as his brothers fought, and she was instantly attracted. Or well, obsessed.

At first, her goal was to leech off of him, drain him little by little until he was at his deathbed and eventually kill him so he’d be with her forever. She even tried to get rid of you. But that was only in the beginning. The more she thought about it, the more ideal the idea of stealing your body became.

You were stupid enough to fall right into her trap, acting as if you were some heroine in a superhero movie. And now, thanks to how naïve and stupid the both of you were, she’s able to live again. And with the man she desired, no less.

You and Matt’s fate might be worse than death itself. There is no saving. No hope. Just her. And Matt, believing blindly, happy that you were back with him, happy that things were back to normal.

How tragic.

Do you know what’s scary?

Obsession. Deep—unhinged—obsession. The one you don’t know is there until you’ve been consumed by it. Body and mind. Mind and soul.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟑.𝟕 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

Isa’s rambling ۶ৎ Ugh I’m so sorry for not posting this fic sooner like it’s been so long since the Collab '~' I’m not sure how many of you fw horror-thriller stuff but I do, a lot actually. So you know I had to write something about it and I chose Matt ’cause ghosts seem to really favor him for some reason. Also, I dunno what happens in the video ’cause I (still) haven’t watched it yet (I’m intimidated by how long it is and I also don’t have enough time to actually sit comfortably and watch the full thing yk). Anyway, this was genuinely so fun to write even tho I’m not sure how well I did ^-^

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[llamaisllama777]

THE DAILY*/WEEKLY* EAPS, TSAMS, AND LAES REVIEW SHOW!!!

EAPS FINALE EDITION!

It's here everyone. The day we've waited and dreaded is here. So, long, goodbye, good riddance/J and God bless EAPS. You were a heck of a ride.

Now onto the episode!

But first I wanna gush about the thumbnail a bit... I LOVE IT! Eclipse mentioned how he loved stargazing and here he is! He finally has a moment to rest and just look up at the stars without fear of the Astrals or any other threats. He can just rest and the whole "thank you for watching" above them is cute.

Now onto the episode...

The episode opens up with Eclipse showing everyone their new home. This place is MASSIVE. It has three floors, eight bedrooms, a pond and is surrounded by mountains.

Roxy has a room, Solar has one near Eclipse's lab, the kids have one, Eclipse of course has one and Charlie has one. That's right, Charlie moved in with them. (Guess no LEFTY!Henry huh?) So, now Eclipse has four kids. (Five if we count Solar Flare. Ha.)

As they're exploring the house we get visits from different characters Matt played. Vegeta is in the closet, Frank is watching them from the corner like a creep and Francis is just being Francis riding the Roomba.

All the kids are loving the new house and exploring and grabbing all the Pokémon plushies gathered around the house. (Andy is a Pokémon fan)

Charlie is still sad over the death of her dad and I mean who wouldn't be? Eclipse says for her to take all the time she needs and he leaves her with Gir and a bumblebee cat plushie. (Gir, I would like to apologize for thinking you were the Mimic) Eclipse goes outside and just stares at the stars. Roxy joins him and the two talk about how Charlie is doing. Eclipse says she's gonna need a lot of time, but they're there for her.

Roxy and Eclipse talk about all they've been through and how Eclipse finally can just relax. You can hear the almost disbelief and unsureness in Eclipse's voice when he says he can finally just relax. Like this man clearly doesn't know what to do with himself now. He spent so long running and fighting and now he can... just relax and live his life.

During a quiet moment in their conversation Eclipse brings up how they met and how they didn't exactly make a good first impression on each other. But despite all that Eclipse admits... he's grown fond of her and cares about her. He doesn't know what to do with these feelings though since Eclipse has never been too big on emotions until recently. Roxy admits she likes him too but that she's in no rush to get into any relationship. She likes the friendship they have and if it turns into something else... cool. If it doesn't that works too.

(I'm actually happy they did this. I know a lot of people aren't big fans of Roxy x Eclipse and they have there reasons. I don't actively ship it but I still like the ship. So, this way we both win. If you want them to get together, they get together. If you don't want them to, they don't. We all win.)

Eclipse says he's gonna stay outside for a little to watch the stars and Roxy goes back inside to make sure the kids didn't set the house on fire.

And then guess who shows up...

Puppet.

She shows up and her and Eclipse have a talk while Francis rides the Roomba in the background. Puppet tells Eclipse she's proud of him and that he deserves this.

Eclipse says he doesn't see how he deserves any of these nice things he's been given but she tells him he'll figure it out.

Puppet says goodbye, leaving Eclipse with his thoughts... and Francis. Francis, who is stuck on the roomba asks Eclipse for help as it slowly drift towards the pond and Eclipse... just watches.

Eclipse watches as Francis lands in the water and then turns back to look at his family-filled house. Eclipse says that he can finally relax and calls everything they went through a sh*tshow. Eclipse walks back inside and Francis steps out of the lake offended. Francis quickly gets over it however and joins Eclipse inside with Eclipse's family. "To be loved, is to be changed" never rang more true than with Eclipse.

We get a little message from Flora and Davis at the end and all I can say is... Matt, Flora, Davis... thank you for everything. Thank you.

Also if you want to cry some more they posted on the SAMS cover channel. Charlie sings a song from Adventure time.

GO WATCH IT AND SUBSCRIBE!

Oh, boy, this is somehow getting better and worse at the same time...

The episode opens up with Sun leaving the house to go and hunt for Chris Afton. Moon spots him and apparently this is Moon's first time seeing Sun without his rays cause he hasn't been home since the fight with Sun. He tries to talk with Sun but Sun starts walking away. Moon follows him and tells Sun they have to talk. Sun tells him, he can talk and he'll just walk.

Moon tries to apologize to Sun and he does actually make the effort but Sun just doesn't want to hear it. Sun finally starts to let all these things he's had in his head for years.

Sun says to Moon it wasn't fair that Moon brought up Nexus when Sun never brought up any of what Moon did even when he should have and now Sun starts throwing some of the stuff Moon did back at him. He brings up how Moon left his killcode in him and created Eclipse.

Moon gets mad and him and Sun start arguing. Solar has to step out of the house and end the fight for them cause he could hear them from all the way inside the house. Sun leaves and Solar takes Moon inside to talk.

Molten ends up talking to Moon and tells Moon he needs to start opening up more to Sun and actually try.

Moon has an idea... he wants to open his emotions cause remember how Moon stated he locked all his emotions behind a vault kind of like what Sun did with his memories of Nexus for a while. Molten thinks that could work but it's risky.

Moon has never been too in touch with his emotions and suddenly becoming in tune could have adverse effects.

Moon does want to make things better. He wants to try. Genuinely try. He says he wants to be better and not be like his old self or like Nexus.

So as someone else on here pointed out (I forget who) Sun is now the one closing off his emotions and Moon is the one opening them. This could either end really well or really poorly.

And lastly...

The plan worked. Last episode Lunar came up with a plan to get himself shipped to Fazbear and see if he could find any information on Day and Night.

Lunar wakes up being repaired by Earth's creator who I call Bob but he says to call him either Sea-dog, CJ, or J.C. I'll go with J.C.

J.C. 'accidentally' tells Lunar how to access the computers and Lunar sees some info on Day, Night, and Andromeda.

Turns out the night that Day and Night went rogue they got an update by someone or something named A.R.K.

Apparently Andromeda has the A.R.K. update too, but it might not have effected her like how it did Day and Night or maybe it did effect her and that's why she saved Night from Earth.

Some of the Fazbear workers spot Lunar using the computer but they don't think much of it. Lunar returns to the Pizza-plex and fills them all in.

So now they all gotta search for some A.R.K. update in their system and who or what A.R.K. is?

The New Lunar and Earth's mystery deepens and deepens and I'm all here for it! I can't wait to see what happens next in TBNLAES

Real talk: I'm gonna miss EAPS. It from Monty and Foxy to Eclipse and Puppet to Eclipse and Charlie. What a ride. We saw Eclipse go from a super villain who cared about no one and blew up his only family's head to having four kids, a maybe girlfriend, and two dogs and having genuine friends he cares about. The man has changed. Terra would be proud.

I feel bad for Charlie though. She lost her dad and her best friend in a span of a day. I hope Eclipse helps her work through her loss and can be someone she needs. This kid has been through a lot and can still do such great things.

Charlie could become a stinkin' superhero in the future if she chooses to be.

Matt, Flora, Davis, thank you for the show. Thank you. We loved the stories, the characters, and everything. See you around guys. And I can't wait to see what becomes of EAPS next. Here comes the Eclipse and Saturn show!

11/10 Goodbye, EAPS and God bless

[lilahsnursery]

relax, baby. . .matt sturniolo

summary: after a bad day, you finally regress around matt for the first time

pairing: cg!matt sturniolo x little fem!reader

warnings: none! purely sfw agere!!

word count: 993 (not proofread)

a/n: hate towards myself, my readers, or my works is not tolerated here--age regression is a COPING MECHANISM, not a kink!

despite only having been together for a few months, matt was arguably a blessing from the universe. being your first boyfriend, you had been slightly scared about how he would treat you, especially when you told him about some of the trauma you had experienced at a young age that had caused you to be slightly averse to relationships. however, the brunette had been nothing but accepting, always cuddling you, kissing you, reassuring you, and overall making sure that you felt loved. even when you two had to have the difficult conversation regarding your regression and why you did it, matt had been nothing but open and loving with you. 

the way matt learned of your regression was purely an accident. he would never snoop through your private belongings. rather, he had been looking for one of his hoodies that had been missing for a month now. he finally found it in your corner of the shared closet, and when he had retrieved it from the floor, a pacifier, teether, and bottle fell out. his first thought was that you were pregnant and had yet to tell him, but upon inspection, the pacifier was much too large for an infant. 

always being open to conversations and problem solving in your relationship, matt had simply asked you about the things with a gentle look on his face. despite your tears and panic over how your boyfriend now viewed you, you went on to explain that you reverted to a younger headspace to cope with your childhood trauma and usually to escape the anxiety of adult life. though the age varied, your littlespace was around that of a two to a four year old. matt had been soft with you the entire time, promising that he still loved you just the same and that he was happy you were healing and coping in a healthy way. he had even offered to be your caregiver, but you simply shook your head, cuddling into his side. as much as you adored Matt and his love, regressing around someone else was a step you weren't quite ready for. 

it had been about three months since the conversation with matt, and you still hadn’t slipped around your boyfriend. he had encouraged your regression by buying you stuffed animals and sometimes even decorated pacifiers, but he also understood that it might take you a while to share such a large and “embarrassing” thing with him. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to; rather, you were so anxious about matt changing his mind about loving you once he saw you actually regressed. you still slipped, of course, but it was never when matt was home. 

all of that was going to change today, though. for some reason, everything that could go wrong, did. you had spilled hot coffee on your white blouse at work, then your lunch order had been delivered to the wrong office, and finally, you had gotten stuck in a hour-long traffic jam on your commute home. as soon as you stepped in your and matt’s shared apartment, you flopped down on the living room floor and began to cry. was it childish? sure. but you had had an awful day, and being tired and emotional were your biggest headspace triggers. 

matt came out of his office when he heard you wailing, looking down at you on the living room floor. “baby, what’s wrong?” he asked sadly, sitting beside you. 

“everything!” you wailed. 

“wanna elaborate on that?” he asked with a gentle smile, pulling you into his lap. 

you began to recount the story of your awful day, clinging to matt’s shirt as your tears stained the gray fabric. you could feel yourself slipping with every passing second, but honestly, you were too tired to care. “...an so tiwed.” you sobbed finally, fully slipping into your headspace. 

matt froze at the sudden change in your voice, but you didn’t seem to notice his hesitation. your boyfriend just rubbed your back for a moment before quietly whispering. “daddy’s here, honey. i’ve got you. everything’s okay, baby.” 

the few sentences alone were enough to make you stop crying as you snuggled into matt’s hold. unbeknownst to you, he had been reading up on age regression ever since that day, learning as much as he could about how to help you. he knew that gentle words and speaking of himself in the third person usually helped, and it was clearly working. your tears had slowly reduced to sniffles and little hiccups as you relaxed in his hug. 

matt allowed you two to sit on the floor for a while, before he slowly stood up with you in his arms and carried you to your shared bedroom. he knew that you probably wouldn’t want to talk a lot right now, but that was okay. he simply changed you into one of your soft onesies that you kept in your dresser, before tucking you in softly and laying down beside you. he continued to hum sweet, nonsensical things to you as he plucked your pacifier from the nightstand and slipped it between your lips. 

it wasn’t long until you were encased in snuggles from matt, comfy onesie on, pacifier in your mouth, and your favorite stuffie that had a recording of his voice in it in your hand. your boyfriend knew that a lot of conversations would have to be had after this occurrence, but right now, he simply enjoyed the time with his little one, admiring the way your eyes had glossed over and your lips had a little smile as you yawned. just before you fell asleep, you said something that made matt’s heart swell, and reminded him that this was exactly what he was meant to do. 

“i loves you, daddy.” you whispered as you slowly fell asleep. 

“i love you, baby girl.” he whispered back just as gently, knowing that today was just the start of something beautiful.  

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[sturnboos]

TAPE 4

GHOST MATT x ANGEL

It started with a birthday cake.

Angel was watching a video where Matt sat at a table in a cluttered kitchen beside his brothers Nick and Chris, all wearing a silver party hat that drooped to one side. Balloons were tied haphazardly to a chair behind him, and a banner taped to the wall read Happy 18th Sturniolo triplets in faded marker. A messy cake sat in front of them, drowning in icing.

Off-camera, voices were singing a loud, deliberately awful version of the birthday song. Matt laughed, eyes crinkling, dimples deep. He smiled too, but something about it tugged at her chest. It wasn’t the scene itself. It was the number in the bottom corner of the screen.

August 1st, 2020

She paused.

The next video, just days later, showed them at a fireworks show. September 3, 2020.

She went backward. Earlier and earlier. 2019. 2018.

All of them showed Matt. Same face, same voice, same soft energy. Just raw moments, captured like they had just happened, immediate, unfiltered.

So why did it feel like he was frozen in time?

She tried to rationalize it. something inside her needed to know more. She looked back at the birthday video and the big 'happy 18th Sturniolo triplets' banner

It was stupid, maybe. But she opened Instagram and typed in Matt Sturniolo. Nothing. But she didn’t give up typing in one of his brothers names 'Chris Sturniolo'. The name had been spoken so often in the videos, it had become muscle memory. Chris was the louder one. The one always jumping in front of the camera, shouting jokes and dragging his brothers into chaos. His voice was the most familiar, burned into her brain.

And there he was. A verified account. Same last name. Same unmistakable face, older now, sharper jawline, but still… him.

Angel’s breath caught in her throat.

She scrolled through his photos, each one a sharp contrast to the old footage. Modern lighting. Concerts. Cars. Smiling selfies. And sometimes, less often pictures with his brother Nick. But never Matt.

Never once.

Her hands trembled as she opened the message box and started typing.

hi this is really random and probably weird but i found an old camera while cleaning my grandmother’s attic and it has a ton of videos of someone named Matt with you and Nick, i think? It’s from years ago but it seems personal. he seems important. i just wanted to ask if you knew about it. And do you want it back?

She hovered over send for five minutes. Then tapped the button. Then waited.

She didn’t expect a reply.

But she got one, three hours later.

It was short.

Hey. That was my brother. I don’t know how that camera ended up with you but I know about it he was really passionate about documenting videos to show his future family. Im sorry but sadly Matt passed away five years ago. Car accident. our family would love to have it back.

Angel read it twice. Then again.

She didn’t realize she was crying until a tear hit the screen.

Five years ago.

the last few video was in September 5 years ago. He wasn’t alive. Not anymore. So did she potentially watch his last moments?.She set the phone down gently, like it might break and when she picked up the camera again, Matt’s face was frozen mid laugh in a video from 2019. His eyes sparkled like he’d just made someone smile.

Angel stared at him like she was seeing a ghost.

Because… she was.

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sum: you and Matt have a daughter and you go with him to a game

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[pastaxandria]

The Red Thread: Chapter 163

The Library of Pastaxandria has recorded for its archives: Chapter 163 of The Red Thread.

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Chapter Summary:

"The person I'm tracking… It has to do with Project Beagle." You grimaced as Matt abruptly straightened next to you, his inhale sharp and startled. "I'm looking for the brother of my old handler. Anthony, from the journals. He might be hiding in Queens, according to S.H.I.E.L.D.. His brother's lived there for decades, and they think he's stashed Anthony somewhere. If I can find the brother… I find Anthony." Silence hung heavy in the air, thick and heavy as a shroud. Then Matt blew out a slow breath, letting go of you so he could scrub his hands down his face. "Shit," he said softly.

Wordcount: 7.6k

Warnings for this chapter: for once this chapter is ENTIRELY SAFE, I even added some extra cuddles for all of you, and there is a WONDERFUL CAMEO I have been waiting to get to at this point in my outline, so go forth!

Read me on AO3 where Matt's suddenly realizing there might be too many things going on for him to handle all of it

[brodyfoxxsmassivetits]

matt and his girlfriend

sketch lol!!^

Did not MEAN to dodole them but I blinked a the beast took me over so yea whatever go free my mattuardo.. started thinking about them again

+unrelated old thing of preppy duin n emo matt cause...well I just wouldn't have any other reason to post them any other time

semi sorta ish suggestiv doodle underr cut

nothing explicit

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.04

How 'bout that friend of yours? You save his life? You lost him, didn't you, Red?

[thebctman]

I gotta say I absolutely love the inclusion of everyday New Yorkers in those mini interviews in Daredevil: Born Again because it feels like I’m in the city verbatim.

As a New Yorker, I’ve heard these sentiments line for line. Specifically the lady at 33:38 perfectly expressed a commonly heard thought. It kinda felt like a gut punch with how accurate it was to how people feel like the city’s accountability has gone down especially in long time situations such as the subway for example.

People are scared and when people are tired of being scared, it allows sentiments to rise, dangerous and non and the show has very accurately depicted this so far with all the variety of opinions they’ve highlighted.

The way Fisk was highlighted was an absolute representation of real life and what causes some men to rise to power and I’m very impressed with the show and man I can’t wait for next week.

[johanna-swann]

Not to hate-post on main, I know other people like him and sympathise with him because of his trauma, but to me the Punisher represents everything I hate in a man and character. Cis-het white military macho man who murders people and thinks himself to be righteous because his wife got fridged. Thank you, but no thank you.

[cecedownbad]

Hold On

Summary: A missing child's case resurfaced so many memories you wished to keep buried. Sure enough, seeking comfort from the heavy feelings came by as a form of a person. [Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader] Part 2.

Warning: Child abduction, death of a child, angst, no Y/N, made up last name: Cyrus, made up case, light fluff, hurt/ comfort, not too romance-y but alluding to it, not proof read, I don't think the mystery/crime aspect is good but let me hear thoughts guys. Something extra in tags, read after the story.

Word Count: 4.1k

Part 1

I'm so sorry this took so long, my exams, mental health, projects, assignments allll just rolled in the past months, and I've been doing everything to stay on top of writing. It's rushed towards the end but with all that's going on I hope it's okay. If anyone is up for part 3, I'm all for it .

Enjoy

"Those who cannot remember the past, are condemned to repeat it."

-George Santayana

'Okay, let's see, Conrad Miller, 16 years old, went missing on June 12th, 2007. Last seen by the local church with one of the volunteers, she was questioned once but was never linked as she had a solid alibi, her name was Grace Cyrus.' Tara paused. 'So she took Conrad, no she definitely didn't just take him, poor kid is definitely not okay.'

'Right now Stephen is our priority, the anniversary of Steven's disappearance is in 4 days, so what does she want with him now?' You pace in the room, spinning a pen you grabbed in your hand. 'I think that's something only you can answer, what happened 4 days prior to Steven's disappearance?' Tara pondered, she sat down, looking at you, intent on finding answers. '4 days prior…that was the day my dad— Daniel had come to visit, they, Grace and him got into a fight and Stevie, Steven tried to "protect" Daniel in his own way, he thought Mom was going to hurt him…'

Was it then that this all weighed down on you? Words long lost had started pouring through the cracks of memories locked away. You were never in that station in that moment, no, now you were back there.

'Stevie, get back here! We can't stop them!'

'No! No let go! I don't want Dad to go, Mom's going to send him away!'

'Steven!'

No matter how hard you tried, he slipped from your tensed grasp, landing right between two enraged adults.

Pacing the floor helped gather your thoughts, a little better.

'What was the very last thing she said to you when you left?'

The thought of how it all ended passed through your minds, each time much like a bullet to the brain but you push it all down, now wasn't the right time for you. 'everything okay there?' Tara asked you, it's only been a few minutes since you and Tara confronted the idea that Grace might have done more than anyone could have put together.

'Yeah just a lot going on in my head, I think I need a breather.'

'Hold that thought, JJ and Luke are back with Daniel,'

Your hand now wrapped around the empty coffee mug, a dad you haven't spoken to for the last two decades, what would you have to say? or better yet, what would he say to you? This isn't an official reunion, it's an interrogation and who knows what will spill out of your mouth if you see the very first man in your life that disappointed you, taught you that having a person in your life was enough to make you fall apart.

'JJ and I will go in first, you sit tight.' Tara patted your shoulder giving it a good squeeze before heading out the conference room.

It was soon after that Rossi, Reid and Emily came back in, all three harnessing disappointment with their stride. 'Hey, what happened?'

'Well, Rosa was not in her home, we searched the house and by the looks of it, she hardly came back there.' Emily sat down with her legs crossed. 'but, her room had keepsakes, maybe from the time you lived with her?'

'What did she have?'

'She had pictures, some old folded drawings, and the weirdest one, an old juice box.' as Emily finished, you sat up from your chair, 'an old juice box? Do you remember what flavour?'

'I think it was Apple? Why? Does it have something to do with Steven?'

'…'

'Cyrus?'

'That, uh, it's nothing, I think sentimental feelings do surface no matter what kind of person you are.' You began fidgeting with your sleeves, your mind now slowly began recalling events that transpired long ago. 'Is there something else? It looks like you aren't sure about something.' Rossi eyed your movements, he knew something was keeping you. 'My mother, she'd never show any sign that she felt remorse, not even as far as I could remember.'

'Okay Reid, stay with her, I'm going to check in with JJ and the rest. Rossi? Do you mind?' soon after, Rossi and Emily exited the room, leaving you and Spencer in the conference room. 'Could you tell me what kind of person your mother is?' Spencer sat down right before you, urging you to take a seat right next to him and you did.

'She was an uptight woman, she loved to be in control of her life that meant being in control of mine too, it's why I left. She loved being seen.'

'Being seen? What do you mean?'

'She was always a respected figure no matter where she went, be it at work or in the neighborhood, she pushed for that at home too. When Steven had disappeared, I would always remember how she would tell me he was in a better place, and that if I do anything to disobey her or question her authority, I would be punished.' your head hung as you remembered more, 'I would study, day and night, that was the only life I knew, if my grades dropped by a mark, she'd lock me in my room, made sure I only had books on my desk.'

'Did Daniel ever drop by after what happened to Steven?' Spencer asked gently, 'No, I never saw him after that, I thought he finally got sick of mom and left, but I see now that wasn't the case.'

'Okay—'

'You know the one thing I can't seem to remember though?' you looked up at Spencer, his eyebrows now furrowed in question. 'My mother would always say how beautiful I am, and…and that I look just like her, her very own reflection but, Spencer, I can't…I can't remember her face.' your voice sounded shattered at what came out of it. You felt the tears fall, but you couldn't turn away or hide them, Spencer saw just how much this hurts you.

'You are your own person, no one can ever take that from you, no matter what, you are you.' He held your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of your palm, that gave you a sign of comfort and you smiled at him. 'Alright, let's get back to the case.' quickly wiping away your tears and pasting on a smile, which you flash at Spencer, he in turn regained a more unmoving figure. 'When you said Rosa knew that Steven would never come back, what did you mean?'

'I was only a kid but to me it felt like she already knew that Steven had maybe...and all I could remember was a frown anytime I even remotely related to Steven.' You return with an answer. It was then the phone on the table went off.

'What is it Garcia?'

'So I dug into Daniel a bit more, and you aren't going to like this, so he was actually never in Bakersfield until a week ago, before that he was working as a cab driver in Nevada. He was in Nevada for a long time, but he touched base sometime in 2007, in the month of June. Looks like he tried several times to contact his ex wife but she never entertained any of it. What is concerning is that he was reported of stalking a young boy, said he mistook the boy for a boy he knew and he meant no harm but he was fired from his workplace and when was that? A little before coming over to Bakersfield.' Once Garcia had informed both of you, it was then JJ, Emily and Luke walked back in.

'What did the boy look like?' Spencer asked, 'I sent his picture to your phone.'

'Thank you Garcia.' You picked up your cell and scrolled through to find the image.

'No problemo.'

Upon quick inspection, you could tell at a glance the young boy and Steven shared a few similarities, nothing too obvious except hair colour and facial structure, age is the more obvious factor.

JJ walked in, arms crossed, she sighed but began asking what Garcia checked in for, 'Looks like Daniel was fired from his work place prior to coming to Bakersfield a week before Stephen's abduction.' You informed the three.

'If I didn't know any better, I'd say that's a trigger for him.' Emily began, 'Yeah, I agree.' and Luke followed suit.

'So he not only gets rejected by his ex-wife, but fired from his work place for stalking a boy that looks like his son, then he goes and kidnaps a boy that Rosa seemingly dotes on? Something doesn't add up.' JJ looked on with confusion. 'How did it go with him?' you asked finally.

'Said he had something vital for the case but he would only discuss it with you.' Emily sat down, her voice already etching with exhaustion. 'He's hiding something and my gut is saying it can't be good.'

'I'll go talk to him.' You were close to leaving the room, but Emily had halted your motions.

'Wait,'

'Yeah?'

'Reid will go with you, Tara might want to step out.' You gave a quick nod to Emily's order.

Every step to the interrogation room, you could hear the pained voices of yours, more precisely, from when you were a child. A young girl, alone in a room with nothing but her thoughts, you swallowed hard as you stood by the entrance of the viewing room. When you entered, you let Spencer call Tara from the interrogation room to the viewing room. 'No matter what, don't give in to his requests, you need to break him down, and if you ever want to leave, you can.' Tara gave you a small nudge and she stayed back in the room.

This was it, you let Spencer lead you into the interrogation room, allowing him to get there before you creeped on behind.

'How many times do I need to tell you people? Can't you bring my daug—you, your—'

'Let me be very clear, you have something vital for this case and I'm willing to hear you out, but say or do anything and you will be escorted out of the door by agents, understood?' the firm voice you let out hid every sorry cry that was wailing in you, having not seen your father for 20 years was a shock but not something that should be seen. 'Look at you, what it's been 15, 20 years, oh my beautiful little angel, I missed you.' honey coated words slipped from his mouth and every cell in you twisted in anger and contempt, 'Mr. Carter, the case.' Spencer stepped in this time.

'Always in such a hurry, well, since you brought my little girl. I know where the kid is being held.' He sat there with no remorse, no care that a child, close to the age of the son he lost years ago, was missing.

'Where might that be?'

'I can take you there, but I'll only go if she goes with me.'

After so long, he cares or at least that's what he's showing but you knew what he was playing at, he thought he could get away light just because his flesh and blood was in the justice system, what a sorry bastard.

'I think we're done here.' Spencer had got up from his chair but you stayed seated, deal or not you wanted to break the man in front of you and that was what was nailing you down to your chair. 'Mr. Carter, what good will it do if I went with you? Was it not enough that you came in here demanding to see your daughter about a case I know damn well you don't care about?' you pressed, choice of words were clearly targeted but your composure remained cool. 'What do you mean, you know what happened to Stevi—'

'Your son that you never bothered to report missing? I don't believe you have a right to bring that up, Sir.'

'Now listen here—'

'In the time Rosa had left you behind, you did nothing but fail to bring yourself together, I have a question for you, what were you doing on June 12th, 2007? Why did you come back to Bakersfield prior to that date?' you swiped through the tablet that Tara handed to you, it contained everything Garcia had found including some case files. 'I don't know why you're asking me that, don't you have the life of a boy to save?' He avoided it with such harshness, you only wanted to pry further but somehow it felt like you knew the answer, but the words never fell into place.

'Answer the question Daniel.' Spencer sat back down now jabbing at him as well. 'I just had someone to meet, is that really so important?'

'Why did you need to meet them? Did you coming back here have anything to do with Rosa Cyrus, your ex-wife?' Your slowly tapped at the desk, it was a timed beat. 'I did visit her once but that—'

'Were you aware that a teenager was reported missing around the same time you arrived here? His name was Conrad Miller, he was 16 years old.'

'W-what? I-I don't know anything about that.'

'Really? Because it says in the case files that Rosa was the last person to have seen Conrad, but you knew that didn't you?' He flinched at the response, at this point he wore a sign that screamed suspicious.

It was then that Daniel remained silent, you believed that any word that came out of him at that point would dig his grave deeper.

You stepped out of the room and walked into the room behind the mirror. 'Now he won't speak,' Rossi now stood there with his arms in his pocket.

'We need to find Rosa and Stephen soon, the man is hiding something and Rosa is the key to finding out why.' Rossi took the words right out of your mouth, looks you both knew what he was playing at.

'I think I can help with that, how much can you guys bet on a gut feeling?' You asked the three of them, weary of their answer, 'At this point? I'll take it.' Rossi let out, the two soon followed. 'Rosa will most likely be at the house we used to live in, which is not in this area, I'm hoping that she's keeping Stephen safe,'

'Safe? How come?' Tara asked you, 'Daniel here, came a week prior to Stephen's abduction, not only did he lose his job before coming here, he needed to have a reason to come here,' you deduce.

'His reason being Rosa? But wouldn't that not trigger Rosa?' Looks like you still needed to elaborate your theory, so you continued. 'It did, Rosa having heard that Daniel came here must have caused her protective instinct to kick in, call me crazy, but I think Rosa is keeping Stephen away from Daniel.' you finally let out a sigh, your palms clammed from sweat but if you were right, the little boy you came here for was safe.

'A mother's protective instinct, I'm guessing that something happened 20 years ago that she didn't agree on, which caused her to completely reject this guy, I'll have Garcia send the address of her prior location.' Rossi curtly exited the room, Tara followed along.

Spencer stood before you in silence, you didn't register any movement from him because all your focus was on the man, sitting on the other side of that glass.

'You can go on ahead, Reid, I need to talk to him.' 

'But I can't let you go in alone...'

You huffed, your eyes did what it could but meet his but looking away won't make what you want go away, 'Given the chance, I might punch the daylights out of him—'

'More of a reason for me to stay.' 

Spencer interrupted, you returned with a sharp look in your eyes before you relaxed, 'Let me finish, I would want to give him a piece of my mind but I need to know, I just, he's the only one that has got to know something about Steven, maybe I can finally put him to rest.' 

It was selfish, that's what you called it, asking for just one more clue when you couldn't do anything before. Maybe now that helpless little girl all those years ago, can see her brother off. 'I need to do this, alone...'

'...' 

You stood there, waiting for something, a sound from him in response, anything at all. 'I'll wait here, being short of another agent will not slow down the rest of the team.' He'd finished but his response ticked you, it poked at the idea of a child being monitored by their parents.

'I don't need you watching my every move, Reid.'

'I'm just following orders.'

'Following orders? Do I look like a child to you? Do I need a leash around my neck too? I can handle him, he's one man!' Your voice raised, and you stared up at your fellow colleague with a ray of contempt.

'A man you can't stand being around for long, you sounded just fine in there earlier to anyone that watched, but do you want to know what I saw? I saw that you were holding back, hard enough your hands curled at his answers, your feet apart was enough for me to know that you would have given Emily a reason for you to be dismissed from the case.' He'd stated what was right, but it wasn't right to you, not right now, you don't know when it would be. 'I'll wait here, you can go in alone.'

Your feet put you in place for a good moment, his words tore right through you. He was right, somewhere in your clouded judgement, you understood he was right, but just because you understood doesn't mean you accepted it.

With a second left to pass, you turned from Spencer. All in silence, it was accepted that you had a job to uphold, no matter the personal toll.

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The dial ups in the station, voices of police officers, movement all around you had become void. Nothing, that's what you heard when you left the interrogation room, you couldn't even hear one Agent calling out to you when you had left. Something gathered, something rotten had formed in your stomach. Your body felt hot, your head on a swivel.

You felt the acid burn at your throat, the half conscious part of you managed to drag your feet to a bathroom stall for you to expel the choux pastry you ingested.

Standing before the mirror now, you washed your mouth, feeling the remnants of the expelled food at your throat.

Nothing felt right to you, not right then, not right now. Having no mind to lose any more time, Reid waited in the conference room as you begrudgingly walked yourself back into it. You said nothing.

You dialed in Emily immediately, hoping she hadn't reached the house yet. 'What have you got for me Cyrus?' 

'I spoke to Daniel.'

'What did he say?'

'He'd been sending frequent messages and calling my mother, they met once, 2007. There was an argument and Conrad had gotten in-between the two of them, it didn't end well.' you informed her, almost mechanically.

'What did he say about Steven?' JJ chimed in.

'Steven was, he said he was never meant to be hurt and Rosa in the mess of things, covered up for him. He told me where...I know where his body is.' Your voice strained, as it got to harsher details.

Nothing came out though, you tried filling in the rest of the details but your voice was overtaken. A pleading look carried over to Spencer and he took over. 'He said that you have to ask where he's sleeping, Rosa's delusion right at this moment is that Steven would come back.'

'Okay, we'll get back to you as soon as we're done here.' The line cut. If you'd carried a boulder on your shoulders, the weight of it might be the same as your conscience. All that was left was you see a family reunited and you get the closure you've been searching for.

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The team was back, so was the little boy, he was safe. The Turner family could now go home with their son safe and sound in their grasp.

'Nothing beats seeing that.' you stood, satisfied in a way, the others agreed in unison to your words.

'Cyrus, I need to have a word with you.' Emily called you to a secluded corner of the station, but you had no fear built in you, in fact you felt rather empty, exhausted enough to be emotionally drained. 'We found Steven...' she said quietly.

'Where was he?' you met her in the eyes, having nothing left to tie you down. 'Remains were found in the wall of a small bedroom, it looked like he was initially buried but moved there later.' Every word had struck you, the smaller bedroom was your shared one, no doubt. 'Was he, uh, covered?' a crack sounded in your voice.

It took Emily a moment before answering, 'He was...' 

The last bit of remorse. You'd promised yourself for 20 years that he was found. Part of you wanted him to be alive, maybe he ran off and just found a better life or he was on the streets, alive at least. But you knew how far-fetched that sounded, hope was the one thing you were aware that could end you. '...Thank you, can I, um, I want to be alone.'

'Of course, take all the time you need, listen, once this is over I need to speak with you, but only when you're ready, okay?' She patted the side of your shoulders, adhering to your request, she left you alone.

You let out a wavered breath, trying to breathe in and out to calm yourself. What you needed now was to mourn, you knew that but having a hard cry at this moment would slow down everyone.

Not long after, Rosa and Daniel had gotten arrested. You couldn't catch a glimpse at her face, or more accurately, you refused to see the face you'd forgotten. That didn't bother you that much, as a mother she never cared to look out for you, there wasn't any good reason to remain adherent to the details.

Bakersfield PD would have no more reason to have you stay, for now at least but before you could leave it all behind, Steven deserved a proper burial.

The Funeral was small, no relatives, just few friends from school and the BAU were attending, with Chief Marks as well to pay respects.

You stood over the coffin, looking at how small it was, how it all came to an end, all in silence. Quietly you watched as the coffin was buried, soil tossed over it but before it was over, you had to have one last goodbye.

'I did what I promised, took you long enough to come back from playing, huh? You must be tired, rest well, Stevie.' The Carnation held in your hand had been placed on the coffin, a mark of innocence now put to rest. Once it was all over, you stood, not waiting or expecting anything but just, letting the weight gradually let go of you. This was what you needed yet, it didn't feel enough, something remained in you. 

Footsteps were heard behind you, and you took a peak at the intruder before lifting the corners of your mouth to him. 'He was a handful you know, always wanted my attention no matter what, saying that one day he'd make it to the moon just so he could get me some space rock.' Spencer said nothing to your bouts of reminiscence, 'He told me once, "I'm going to be no.1, so watch me!" I thought he was being silly, Dad left right after and we were alone, it was us against the world.' It all came back, then you knew what you hadn't let go, knew what it was that made you feel utterly at loss. 

'Hey, Spencer, you don't have to do this, but, um, I...' You wanted to ask just for a bit, that little comfort that you so desperately pushed away.

Without another word, he lightly turned to face you. Your mind was too caught up on other memories that when you felt his arms wrap around you, you didn't think for that second. All it took was this to let it all go, no longer in silence but in wailing agony.

He didn't need another word, he simply knew. It was like some crazed superpower of his but it's like he's always known.

He couldn't let go.

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@treehouse-mouse

[snapbackslide]

happiest of birthdays to my favourite guy 💚💚💚

fav4ever.

[dangaer]

❛      evidence of an ... attack? ❜ it's the first occasion he's had someone mention it, for once, far too familiar with a solemn atmosphere to notice the way people have all but disappeared from the turning into this street, the scene of brutality he imagines now lays behind them or the presumed victim who's blood he can smell from here. well, everyone except them, of course ━ this supposed investigator and the should be witness standing with nothing that is even close to shock written across his face, muted tone of voice as though discussing the weather and not the undisclosed status of a human being / a footnote on the news and not their current reality, real life to a soul damned the way he was once spared.

❛ it's not something ... i am aware of.  ❜ and while it is not his fault, he does not help himself in the slightest ━ guilt-strung boy, exposing his pockets only to get a pair of knives out in turn. ❛ and i don't ... think justin and melissa noticed ... anything either.  ❜ a shame, truly, perhaps he should offer his own repentance for such a matter in their stead. ❛ are we really ... the one's you wanted ... to ask?  ❜ / @miraculpa ♥'d for a starter!

[nicoscheer]

Via

“Met alex after today in Chicago, thanked him for the show yesterday, he was very kind and friendly, he also asked if we wanted a picture and I could not contain my shock. I saw Nick later on but just said hi and thanked for the show he was very kind as well”

“So funny to me that he walks around town wearing the same stuff he wears on stage. Dude is the epitome of cool”

“does he wear a nice aftershave?——yes”

“It was a dream, we also were eating next to each other, he was with Nick, and when we were leaving we said goodbye and he was smiling the whole time”

“I was telling him I love the last shadow puppets submarine and I pointed at my shirt and his eyes opened wide and said "oh nicee!" While looking at it and I said he thanked me when I said I liked his job on that record, I wish I had more time to ask a little bit more about his job in it”

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Also just looked into the official site of 3arena in Dublin and I nearly cried when I saw this

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Via

“What did you guys talk about?

we didn't want to annoy him while he was on his own time, so it was a pretty short interaction. he was very sweet though!!!”

Via at Soho House Chicago

[terresdebrume]

Sometimes I find myself thinking back on my first stint of work as a camp supervisor for summer camp geared towards autistic and psychotic kids when I was 21 and just like. Hoping M. is doing fine. I'm sad that I didn't have the experience then that I have now because the way I handled conflict with him was not great, and I wish I'd thought to apologize for it in the brief time we saw each other afterwards

[fabdante]

not excited for the live action to white wash gan and give the fandom even more of an excuse to white wash gan because white washing is already such a problem in this fandom, a 'canon' source doing it is just going to make it worse

please just make him a pig i am begging for him to be a pig i am begging