Random Lost Boys HCs !!! (x Gn!reader)

i am lackingggg lol 😭

i had great big plans for this acc and im already fumbling even though i just started 🕺🕺

although I do have a few short and sweet ideas........................ 😈

THEYRE ALIIIVEEEE ALIVVEEEE (haha get it frankenstein refrence)

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

on it 🫡🫡

happy zombie!triplets monday y’all 🎉

zombie!matt’s & zombie!triplets lore

(based on this and this)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘how the fuck am i alive?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

both of his brothers scolded him

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

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

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

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

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

“we’re fucking zombies.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“..ghh.. didn’t..”

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

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

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

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

2030 ELECTION. VOTE TODAY

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

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

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

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Hey heey :3 ty for checking this out😭

random things that I think are important: I'll be writing about mostly baldur's gate 3, the lost boys + twilight but I'm hoping to delve into writing about x-men once I'm confident I wont mess up the lore loll ;D also IWTV

I'm honestly not too sure what I'm hoping for this acc lol - I just thought it would be fun to actually lock in and write shit abt my fave things everr ;)) ty to my pookie spoon for awakening me (ive already got like 10 drafts)

headcannons, fanfictions and maybe some crazy cool fanarts :P

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Anyways - I'll keep this updated for when I figure my shit out loll

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Part 3 of You're so Creepy IS in the works!!! I'm just a lil distracted rn so pls bare with me😭😭 after part 3 I reckon I won't do anymore parts just Z!Matt hcs and stuff 🤗😇 also might do a poll on what ideas ppl want me to write next :D

♱ You're so Creepy ♱

Zombie!Matt x Emo!Reader p.2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Morbid.

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

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

“I must be fucking crazy.”

Divider by @sister-lucifer ^^

UH OH WHATS THIS?? MY MAIN ARTERIES ARE EXPOSED AND VULNERABLE??? OH I SURE HOPE THERE IS NO ONE THAT WILL WANT TO BITE ME THERE AND SUXK ALL THE BLOOD OUT OF MY BODY😇😄😄😁😅😅😃😚🤗🤗😁😄

I SWEAR MY PANTS WERE ON WHAT'S HAPPENING