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OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

Comfort Zone II

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Matt Sturniolo — he’s been there for you. Now that you’re both getting settled in early adulthood, things are starting to change. Will it fall apart or together?

Warnings: copyright notice. this short-series will contain smut, fluff, and angst. mentions of family loss, marriage, and correlations from the original comfort zone series.

A/N: hi! bringing back my baby for my babies <333 i assume this to be 6-ish parts but we’ll see !

With love and big tits, Rose

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Part 1: Punch to the tit heart.

Brutal silence. The weight of Matt’s arm around my waist is grounding, it’s the only thing making this feel real. Dirt piles and headstones fill the surrounding grass. Our feet stumble on the loose gravel, my modest heels seeming to make me feel weightless as I lean into his grip. 

“Hey.” I look over, following his voice as I let my eyes focus on his. Matt squeezes me in his grip, the slightest movement that makes everything seem a bit less dense—almost like the foggy air is becoming more breathable. “You okay?” he quips, his eyes squinted with concern. 

My lips roll into a tight line. I give him a subtle nod, flinching at the sound of a loud cry from a family at an adjacent plot. “I’m…I’m okay as I can be I think.” 

The answer seems to make his face fall for just a second before the slight wrinkle in his features flattens smoothly. My feet stutter through the pebbles, the sight of his making my stomach churn. 

This is it. 

My dad is gone. He’d been missing from a lot of aspects of my life, but now he was truly erased from any sort of reality. Six feet under mounds of dirt lies the man I once called my father. 

It sucks because it doesn’t feel any different. The amount of tears that had drowned my face from endless nights as a teenager already made me accept the fact that he was gone to begin with. 

All the same feelings mixed with a tinge of guilt well in the pit of my gut as Matt opens the passenger side door for me. I climb in slowly, my body feeling heavy as I plop in the seat. The pine scent floods my nose, my eyes drifting to the small air refresher hanging from the rearview mirror. 

“Just…just breathe, okay?” Matt mentions. I give a slight hum in reply, my lips feeling glued shut as he places the seat belt across my body, a firm click echoing in the vehicle before he pulls back to stand up straight. 

I can feel him staring at me. He’s been very attentive the past couple days. Traveling back to Massechusets was bittersweet—especially given the reason we were coming to visit. 

“Sweetheart.” 

His sigh makes my heart clench in my chest, the sympathy leaking from his voice making my eyes feel heavy as my lashes start to intrude on my vision. 

I feel the faint whisper of his breath against my cheek, the waft of warm air accompanied by a gentle kiss. His hand cradles my jaw. I lean into his touch as his thumb swivels against my skin, the comfort of his presence enough to make it feel easier to just exist. 

“I feel guilty, Matt.” I whisper, the statement making me cringe as my joints start to stiffen. His hand slides from my jaw, moving to rest on top of my shoulder. 

“I know, but…but it’s okay. You’ve already grieved, this is just…it’s just closure—knowing that you’ll never have to turn another page with him. You’re not a bad person for feeling relieved. I know you—I know you’re not a bad person.” 

His words make something in my chest shift, like an entirely different placement of my internal organs that makes everything seem easier. I don’t have to focus on trying to take calm, even breaths anymore, I just am. 

Nodding, I feel his touch slip away before the car door gently closes. Matt walks around the car, sliding into the driver's seat before turning on the car. The sounds of the vehicle powering on make my heart feel dense as I look out the window to see the death and mourning surrounding us. 

All these people are grieving—they’re all sad. 

I feel like I’m living the last day this chapter of my life will ever interfere with my happiness and my peace. It’s not a goodbye. It’s an ending to a story I’ve wanted to put down for a long time.

“You ready?” Matt questions, placing his hand on the center console with his palm opened upward. I give a soft smile, struggling to let my hand slide into his and embrace the warmth of his touch. 

The second his fingers slot between my own, I feel the waves of relief while watching the headstones get smaller as he drives down the road. Bumpy movements of the car from loose gravel shift as we turn onto a main road, the path smooth and quiet. 

Trees block the sight of any mourning families and graves. I let myself sink into my seat, holding onto his hand tighter while letting out a shaky breath. 

Matt’s always been good with words, but his reassurance seemed to be the only thing my heart and mind could just go with. I don’t need convincing when it comes to him—I just need him. 

I am not a bad person. His tone is accompanied by my own voice inside my head as I try to remind myself of the affirmation. It’s okay to feel the way I do—it’s okay to be relieved. 

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“I’m happy to live life with you, ya know that?” Matt teases, his arms around me draping loosely as I sit in his lap. 

It’s a bit later in the day. The morning filled with heavy emotions almost seems like a daydream, like some sort of foggy memory that doesn’t feel quite real. 

Matt tickles into my sides lightly, the surprising sensation drawing my attention back to the present as my nose scrunches with amusement. “Oh my—stop it!” I huff, playfully swatting his chest. His arms drop back down, his hands intertwined as he rests his back against his headboard. 

The room is so familiar, like a wave of nostalgia that takes me back to times where my heart was just beginning to learn love. His childhood bedroom is just as welcoming besides feeling a bit more barren. 

Majority of our things were still stuffed away in our luggage. Matt insisted on immediately making the most of our time, dragging me to the willow tree in the backyard that seemed to have grown bigger and most lustrous. 

The tree trunk was missing the bark he had cut out in order to drag along with us, the wooden art of how he first asked me to be his that now hangs on our bedroom wall. However, I didn’t know he had gone back to carve an even deeper heart.

I don’t know if he planned on doing something with it or if he just did it to make me happy. Either way, the indentation made my heart feel warm. It’s so pointless, but it’s so endearing. 

Just like everything else—it wasn’t necessary, but he did it to make us happy. Not everything has to have a purpose to be useful. That’s something he’s reiterated plenty of times, but I appreciate the subtle reminders he gives. 

“You’re so pretty.” Matt states, his airy voice sending a shiver up my spine. He smiles noticing my reaction. His hands intertwined both fall, his finger lightly trailing up my back and back down as he spares me a warm glance. 

I hum in appreciation, my eyes softly closing as he begins to massage over my shoulders and arms. His touch is heavenly, the tiring events of today seeming to fade into an afterthought as I focus entirely on him. 

“I love you.” 

The words whispered through my lips are paired with an apparent smile hidden in my voice. I peek open an eye, catching him staring at me with the biggest grin plastered on his face, his eyes gleaming with joy. 

Opening my eyes fully, I watch as he leans forward, resting his forehead against my own before bringing one of his hands up to cradle my cheek. “Oh, baby…I love you.” He plants a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth, his lips still twisted into a slight smile as he mumbles against my skin, “-love you so much. So, so, so much.” 

As he pulls back to stare into my eyes, I’m met with a certain type of devotion glowing from his energy. It makes me feel sure—like everything around us is just a detail blurred into the background. 

Life is so short. There’s not much time to fully engulf in every experience. I’m lucky to have found him, lucky to have found something so irreplaceable. 

“You have that same look in your eye…” he whispers, curiously narrowing his stare as he licks over his lips, “-when are you gonna tell me what you’re thinking, hm?” The light teasing tone makes my cheeks flourish with warmth. I shake my head, nodding the thought to rest in the back of my mind as I give a slight shrug. 

“I don’t know. I’m not really thinking about anything.” I answer. 

It’s a lie. He knows it—I know that he can tell I’m not telling the full truth. But it’s a lot. The floundering bliss of a daydream sinks in with a brutal difference from reality. 

My hand feels empty. I want my ring finger to be accompanied by a statement of certainty, I want to be his on paper. 

Everyday I wake up, the hazy dreams of Matt calling me his wife linger like a nostalgic burst of sweet joy paired with a slight distaste. I wish it was real, I wish it would come sooner—but it doesn’t feel like it's my place to ask. 

“It’s nothing.” I whisper, sparing a small smile as he eyes twinge with a curious disappointment. “-just…don’t worry. I’m okay, we’re okay.” I reassure. 

His frown pulls into a gentle smile. I feel the warmth of his touch pet soothingly over my skin, my eyes fluttering shut from the blissful sensation. “I….okay. I trust you, just…let me know if I can do anything to ease your mind, alright?” 

The offer is sweet, a reminder of security that makes me lean further into him, my nostrils flaring as I let out a deep sigh. “I…I’ll try.”

A/N: thank you for reading i’ve missed this series so much and i have stuff planned that i’m super excited to share!!!! any and all interaction is really appreciated and i’d love to hear your thots <333

with love and big tits, rose 🫶🏻

[sturniolo-fann]

OH MY FUCKING GOSNDIDNWJSUENWIDNFB

Comfort Zone II

Matt Sturniolo — he’s been there for you. Now that you’re both getting settled in early adulthood, things are starting to change. Will it fall apart or together?

Welcome to Book 2 of my original series Comfort Zone. This will be a short series (estimated to be around 6 parts). Idk about you but I’m so hype omfg 😌✨ stay tuned!!!

with love and big tits, rose 🫶🏻

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OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

i’m so excited!!! y’all have no idea how happy this is making me 😭🫶🏻✨

@sturniolo-fann how are we feeling???

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ALL TIED UP. . . BSF!MATT.

It was a joke.

Something that you spilled over a few drinks with Matt, sitting in your bed watching a movie that neither of you were particularly paying attention to.

"I took classes." You murmur, sipping from the wine you poured. "Classes? To learn how to tie people up?"

"Yeah?" He chuckles, "Bet you can't tie me up."

And now you're here, your best friend under you whining and huffing like a dog as you grind down on him, more and more noises falling from his lips as you tease him.

"C'mon—" He whines, "C-can make you feel so good, sweetheart— jus', just gotta untie me—" He strains against the rope, thrashing and squirming underneath you.

You're quick to that shut that down.

"You wanna cum tonight? You'll take what I give you." He whimpers, a sound that neither of you knew he could make.

It makes you smirk. You know that Matt isn't used to this, not being in control. His sex life is as game as yours when it comes to conversation.

"You can take it, can't you?" You whisper into his ear, "Not being in control for one night?"

He whines again at your teasing words, nodding eagerly. "I— I can— I— just, please... I wanna cum." He trails off on the last part, words becoming a embarrassing mumble.

Matt shudders as your lips trail down his neck, your lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "I... need to cum."

"But I'm not done with you."

"W-what?"

"You're not cumming until I'm done with you, and I've barely even started." You coo, trailing your finger down his chest. "I need to break you in first."

He squirms under you again, desperately pushing at the rope. "You said you could take it, Matt."

You press a soft kiss to his lips, one that makes him let out a feathery gasp. "So you're gonna take it."

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[sturniolo-fann]

JUST GOT REMINDED OF COMFORT ZONE 2. JSUT STARTED FREAKING OUT AGAIN

it’s the 11th of june for me, happy birthday sweet girl, i hope you have the best day ever🤍🤍🤍

my lil 🌹 i love you so much 😭✨ i’m so excited to write comfort zone 2 especially for u 😭🫶🏻✨

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IM GONNA START FUCKUNG SOBBING

tag the ppl you wanna do this to if you’d like!!!

some ppl i need to do this to: @sturniololoverr @sturniowhore @lovesickbb @lovesturni0l0s @oopsiedaisydeer @strnilolover @annasturns @chrisbratt333 @weirdothatwrites @vanteguccir @muwapsturniolo @sturniolo-szn2 @sturniolo-fann @pasteldreams @delilahsturniolo @elliesturns @endereies @hannahsturns @httpssturns @jacksonsturniolo @kier-with-a-k @likeumeanit9497 and so many more. i love being here with people who just get me 😭😭😭

the triplets really helped me out of a rough spot but so did coming on here and making friends and having a creative outlet. that may sound a bit stupid but it’s true!!! multiple people on here hold a very special place in my heart and i’m really happy to say i’d let yall pet my dog lol ☺️💖

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this is so cute

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tag game!!!

look up a food, a drink, and what you’re gonna watch!!! tag some friends!!! anyone in the fandom can participate!!!

some tags but anyone is allowed to join in!!! - @annasturns @strnilolover @sturnsblogs @muwapsturniolo @chrisbratt333 @lovesturni0l0s @sturniolo-fann @sturniolo-szn2

[sturniolo-fann]

i wish i could go back in time to OG comfort zone era with you 💔

pls i need it. im gonna go build a time machine

comfort zone matt come back to us

[sturniolo-fann]

happy pride month! 🏳️‍🌈💖

i’m not part of the lgbtq+ community, but i will always be an ally. i got y’all forever. this blog is a safe space, no judgment, no rudeness. just love.

whether you’re out, not out, figuring it out, or just chilling—you’re valid and i’m so glad you exist. you deserve to feel safe and celebrated this month and every month.

ily. be gay. be slay. i support it all <3

p.s. if you ever need a reminder that you’re loved and supported, or simply someone that talk to, this is it. you’re welcome here always, and i’m proud of you just for being you 💘

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Thank you so much for 10k !!!

It’s absolutely insane. I haven’t posted the number of followers I’ve had in like forever but I decided I wanted to celebrate with the people who support me and have given me the opportunity to hit such an insane benchmark!!!

Writing is something I really fucking love—like a lot lol. It’s become a really important thing in my life and having people want to be apart of it is really endearing 😭✨

When I first started, I truly didn’t think anyone was gonna read my shit and I was fine with that bc I truly just wanted to do it for myself. BUT YALL WANNA BE APART OF ALL THE LIL UNIVERSES I MAKE INSIDE MY HEAD AND THATS HELLA FUCKING COOL 🥲🩷

THANK YOU ✨

Also — comparison is the thief of joy! Please keep in mind that I’ve had this account for a bit over a year now, I’ve released a couple thousand pages of fics, series, blurbs, etc 😭😭😭✨

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camgirl!reader hates pornstar!matt’s beard.

the more you stared at matt, the wetter and achier you became. he was across the room from you, standing against the wall with a cup of alcohol in his hand while he chatted with a few of his friends, acting like he didn’t have a care in the world. meanwhile you desperately tried to sit still, trying so hard not to rub your thighs together at the sight of his new look— a growing beard.

sure, you were needy but you were also angry at the fact that you hadn’t seen this look on him before he left his house because now you were about to sit on an uncomfortable wet piece of fabric for hours.

you were so lost in your own dirty fantasies that you didn’t see him striding down your way, leaning down close enough to your ear that you could feel his facial hair brushing against your skin. “somethin’ wrong, sweetheart?” he taunts, placing a light kiss onto your shoulder.

you clear up your dry throat, you had been caught but in that feverish moment you didn’t give a fuck. “i hate you.” you whisper back, earning a cocky chuckle from him. he stood up straight, tilting your chin upwards to catch his gaze as his thumb ran over your bottom lip.

“oh yeah?” he grins, licking over his pearly white teeth at your little nod of approval. “then we should fix that.”

your face was pressed up against the bathroom door while matt’s tongue was deep inside your messy hole from behind, his rough hands placed on each of your ass cheeks, eating your cunt like a starved man who was having his last meal. you felt the burn of his beard while he aggressively shook his head, lapping at your puffy folds like he couldn’t get enough of you.

“holy fuck, matt— mhm yes.” you cry out, your eyesight pooling with tears as you angled your head to look back at him, your hand reaching behind his head— holding him in place.

a loud sting echoes through the four walls of the room followed by a squeal from your glossy lips. you dig your fingernails into his locks, tugging harshly as you chase your high, spilling out pornographic moans that were muffled by the music outside the door. “gonna cum — oh fuck– on your pretty face.” you announce so sweetly, your pelvis rutting against his arousal covered face. “so hot eating me out like that.”

matt groans while his lips wrap around your clit, spanking you once more. your hole pulses around nothing as he makes suckling noises, his kisses were sloppy and fast paced.

he feels you trembling, holding your hips to support your body going weak. he makes humming sounds to bring you closer, swirling his tongue around your bud and then through your folds, rolling his own eyes at the sweet taste of you— he couldn’t get enough.

a stream of sobs replace your moans as you reach the edge, the coil in your tummy snapping apart, coming undone on matt’s face. matt sends you into overstimulation, kitty licking you clean while giving your messy folds a few taunting kisses.

he finally pulls away, spinning you around to face him. his beard was glistening with your sweetness, his chin drooly all while he hooked his arm under your leg, swinging it over his shoulder. “still hate me?”

you scoff, gluing your eyebrows together as you ran your hand through his hair, feeling the cool air on your cunt. “shut up and keep going.” he smirks at your sassy tone, kissing your inner thigh.

“knew you’d love the new look, sweetheart.”

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ meow meow beard!matt please save me. also don’t know if i wanna fuck this blurb or not.

[sturniolo-fann]

JSUT WOKE UP. BEST THING TO WAKE UP TO

‎ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ Bf .ᐟ Matt x Bow .ᐟ Reader

Bow .ᐟ Reader . . . is brutally feminine. She brings out Matt’s masculinity in ways that both comfort and excite her. Bow is a soft soul. She likes to be put together whether that means some kind of self care or putting together a cute outfit. She also loves to wear bows...like, a lot....

Boyfriend .ᐟ Matt . . . the literal definition of soft dominance. He loves taking care of his girl, letting her get all dolled-up while focusing on making life as easy as possible for her. Matt encourages independence, but he’s always grateful when his girl lets him take care of things…

A/N: So TA!Matt is being discontinued since all the things I had in mind to write just seemed really repetitive 😭😭😭 but I love soft dom Matt so like…ITS FINE 🤭✨

With love and big tits, Rose 🌹

[sturniolo-fann]

…twins in another life

i’m currently in tears

OMF STAWP OUR BABIES LOOK SO SIMILAR!!!

[sturniolo-fann]

okay well now the cheers are tears

Planning on releasing YDOM P27 tomorrow 🫶🏻

[sturniolo-fann]

just cheered so loudly

Planning on releasing YDOM P27 tomorrow 🫶🏻

[sturniolo-fann]

Anxiety ⚠ M. Sturniolo

"so why do i feel like my life is a mess...? everything seemed so good."

⟢ ANGST!!!! obviously, this has to do with anxiety. in no way shape or form am i trying to glorify anxiety or romanticize it. this more so is me projecting but also taking inspo from other sources that have expressed the way their anxiety takes form.

divider cred @bernardsbendystraws

The party started off fun.

He was having a good time, surrounded by people who were his friends, along with a few new faces. He had a drink in his hand, a smile on his face, and overall good energy.

Nothing could bring him down, he was on top of the world.

He was standing with Chris and two other girls, all of them laughing and talking with each other.

Time seemed to suddenly stand still when he made eye contact with a girl across the room. She was pretty, a diamond in the rough, Matt thought to himself. However, there was something off about her, something he couldn't put his finger on.

All he knew was that the closer she got, his palms grew sweaty, the grip on his cup tightening. The air in the room felt suffocating, his chest getting tight as he tried to breathe. He felt stuck, like there was a human-sized fly trap keeping him stuck in place.

She approaches him with an eerie aura, everything around her turning into visible static that he could feel in his limbs. The red flags in his mind were waving at a concerning pace, warning him that danger was near. She looked him up and down, her black beady eyes judging his attire and what seemed to be everything about him.

He licks his lips and opens his mouth to speak when suddenly, she leans in, her shockingly cold breath fanning over his face.

"You don't belong here."

Her simple yet harsh statement sent his mind into overdrive, every rebuttal he could have given dying in his throat before he could make a sound.

"Look at you, trying so hard to fit in with these people when they don't even want you here. You try so hard, and yet you still manage to be a loser. You've been nursing the same drink for hours, you look a hot mess, and you're pathetic attempts at flirting are comical. You keep trying to be like Chris, and you never will be, he's better than you."

His chest gets tighter at every blow she lands, his hands starting to shake. His mouth starts to feel dry, the need for water or any type of liquid is strong, yet he remains stuck in place.

What is going? Who is this girl? Why is Chris just letting her say these things to him and not stopping her?

"Look around Matthew, everyone's looking at you, judging everything about you. You should leave before they start poking fun in your face. Who knows, maybe Chris will join in, after all, you've been attached to him like a puppy, seeking his attention and validation."

His eyes dart around the party, his tremors growing worse seeing everyone looking at him.

Meanwhile, Chris was starting to grow concerned. He noticed the way Matt zoned out, staring off into the crowd of people. He noticed the way his breathing had become labored, his face turning almost green as if he was going to be sick. He noticed the way his hands started to shake, the way he swallowed harshly.

He tried to get his attention, nudging him softly, saying his name, even waving a hand in front of his face, but nothing worked.

"Matt!" He finally shouts, drawing the attention of most people.

It seems like the air is punched back into Matt's chest, a loud and harsh gasp leaving his mouth as he snaps his head towards Chris. Their eyes meet, Chris's filled with concern while Matt's hold fear.

"Bro I've been saying your name for like the past five minutes, you good?" Matt goes to answer, but the words die in his throat once more as he sees more people staring at him.

He couldn't do it.

So he quickly left the party, his drink tumbling to the ground as he fled, ignoring the way Chris shouted for him.

A few days later, the three brothers sat in the car parked across the street from a random gas station. They were filming a video and everything was going smoothly until things took a turn.

Chris and Nick, the more passionate ones, had started arguing over who knows what. Matt had tried to intervene, finding the whole thing funny and laughing out. However, Chris and Nick weren't listening, continuing to speak over him.

He catches a glimpse of something moving out the corner of his eye, his eyes darting towards the windshield.

His blood runs cold seeing the same girl from the party, her talon-like fingers sending him a daunting wave. He swallows harshly and rubs at his eyes, hoping that his mind was playing a trick on him. When he looked back at the spot, the girl was gone. He visibly relaxes, letting out a sigh of relief and closing his eyes briefly.

He only has a millisecond of peace, when the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Matthew."

His eyes dart open, immediately landing on the rearview mirror.

All the air leaves his lungs when he sees the familiar black beady eyes staring deep into his soul.

How was she in the car? Who was she? Why aren't Chris and Nick freaking out over this stranger being in their car? He tries to speak, the urge to voice his panic strong, but he gets shut down by Nick.

"Shut the fuck up Matt!''

"See Matt? They don't want to talk to you. They don't even care about you. You're nothing but a pest, an annoying pest who they have to call their brother. I'm sure if they had the chance to continue their career without you, they'd take it. You bring nothing to the channel, besides being a driver that is, that's why they keep you around. otherwise, you're useless."

She says her words nonchalantly, like her words were so right and it was no big deal. She said her words as if they weren't sending him into distress.

"T-thats not t-true..." He says softly, basically a whisper.

She chuckles, pushing her body off the seat and leaning closer so she can whisper in his ear.

"You see the things people say online, your so-called fans calling out your lack of effort. You've heard the way Chris and Nick call you out. you've heard the things they said."

"N-no ... N-no that's not right..." His argument was weak, he and the mysterious girl knew it.

"When are you going to stop lying to yourself?"

"Why are y-you doing this?"

He refuses to turn his head, scared to meet her face to face, knowing she would end up haunting him in his dreams.

"Because...You need to hear the truth, Matthew."

His fingers clench around the wheel, his knuckles turning white with how much tension there is. He's so caught up in the mentally draining conversation he's having, he doesn't even notice his foot starting to push down on the gas pedal, the speedometer reaching 70.

"The people you surround yourself with, the people you call friends and family, they don't like you, they don't want you. They lie to your face Matt, I'm only telling you the truth."

She so convincing without even trying.

He finally turns his head, his blue eyes meeting her dark ones. That same menacing smile makes its way onto her face when she sees the look of realization in his eyes.

She sits back in her seat, waiting for everything to finally play out.

Nick and Chris suddenly realize the sound coming from the car, seeing Matt's foot on the gas pedal as his hand is wrapped around the gear shift.

They freak out, Matt flinching as their yelling is now directed towards him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Are you trying to kill us?!"

"Why the fuck are you acting like a dumbass?! What is wrong with you?!"

His breathing becomes labored, knowing that his brothers are mad at him and "hate" him, being too much to handle. He begins to spiral, basically falling out of the car as he swings the door open, ignoring the way Chris and Nick shout for him to come back. He quickly makes his way into the gas station, missing the way the static figure trails behind him as he heads straight for the bathroom. He slams the door shut and locks it, flinging himself into a corner as he tries to breathe. The salty tears pooling in his eyes make him clench them shut.

"Shhh, it's ok Matt, I'm here."

Her voice, her siren-like voice, rings out in the bathroom. He flinches feeling her cold arms embrace him, her attempts at comforting him feeble but somehow working.

"It's ok, it's all going to be ok. I'm the only real friend you have, the only friend you need. it's all going to be ok."

And she was.

She was the only friend he had now, watching over him constantly, haunting him.

He shut everyone out, blocking most of the numbers beside his family and deleting them. He shut out Chris and Nick, leaving the two confused.

They knew he was struggling, Chris telling Nick about the party and how Matt just freaked out. They came to the conclusion that his anxiety was getting bad, they just couldn't understand why it was, or why it happened so quickly.

He stayed cooped up in his room, refusing to leave the house. he also refused to film, leaving the other two no choice but to upload without him. They begged and pleaded for him to come out of his room and spend time with them or film, but each time, they were met with harsh words.

The words hurt, but they didn't give up.

But it seems like Matt did.

He lays in bed staring at the wall with a blank look, the messy room reflecting the mess he called his mind. He feels the bed dip behind him, the all-too-familiar coldness embracing him.

"Isn't this better?" She voices, her nimble fingers tracing his ink-covered arm.

He says nothing, but his silence is loud.

"You don't have to worry about the hate from those fans now. You don't have to worry about the fake friends judging and using you. You're finally at peace now."

She tries to convince him this was right, that this was the best outcome for him, but he can't help but feel like this was wrong.

"So why do I feel like my life is a mess...Everything seemed so good."

He turns towards her, his bloodshot eyes tracing her blurry figure.

"It wasn't good..."

"But it was..." He bites back.

She becomes angry, her fingers suddenly holding his arm tightly. "No it wasn't Matthew. I thought we have been over this, stop lying to yourself!"

He feels this anger form in his chest, an anger he's never felt before. He jumps up from his bed, standing over her with a look of disgust.

"you're lying! Everything was fine until you came along! It wasn't perfect but it was fine! You appeared out of thin air and turned everything to shit!"

"I have never lied to you! Any and everything I said has always been your own thoughts just voiced out loud!" She screams at him, her voice booming and making the ground shake.

He stumbles back, falling to the ground and curling into a ball as she shouts every negative thought he's ever had into the air. His raw and bitten fingers tangle in his greasy and messy hair, tugging at the strands with such force that he can feel the clumps falling out.

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" He begins to scream, his voice raw as tears form in his eyes.

He couldn't handle it anymore.

"Chris, Nick!" He sobs out for his brothers.

The two had heard him talking to himself, giving each other worried glances. But when they heard the shouting and the panicked call out of their names, they jumped up and ran to him. They burst into his room, tripping over each other and the things on the floor as they rushed over to his crying form.

Their stomachs drop seeing him curled up in a fetal position, his eyes bloodshot as he continues to sob and dry heave. They fall to their knees and wrap their arms around him, trying to bring him some type of comfort.

And it works.

They were warm, unlike the mysterious girl with beady eyes who was always cold. He could hear their heartbeats, their words of tender love and care, feeling like a breath of fresh air compared to the harsh words that had been spewed towards him for months.

"I-I'm sorry I-" Nick cuts him off, hugging him even tighter. "Shh, it's ok, it's fine, you're going to be fine, we are going to be fine."

"We got you, you know we always got your back. We're triplets, it's the best bond to have." Chris adds on, wiping Matt's tears away.

"I-I need h-help, I don't w-want to keep feeling like this." Matt says, shaking, still trying to catch his breath and reel himself in. Nick and Chris eye each other, nodding softly before focusing back on Matt.

"We'll get you help, whatever you need to be ok."

The reality was he was still drowning, the cold and harsh waters filling up his lungs and dragging him down, but he was close.

He was close to reaching the surface and he would continue the fight for air.

He stares into her eyes, letting her know this fight isn't over but he plans on winning.

[sturniolo-fann]

i forgot about this clip. it always gets me somehow🙁