Will Definitely Be Writing More Parts To The Zombie!Matt Fic🫶🫶 Ofc This Time He Will Actually Be

✮⋆˙ TAGLIST!!! ˙⋆✮

This will probably update if I get other things I wanna write for :3

🌈 - Anything and everything

🧠 - Thoughts and random things

💌 - Anything Triplets

🩷 - Triplets n Friends

💙 - Matt Sturniolo

🧡 - Chris Sturniolo

💜 - Nick Sturniolo

🐤 - Anything Quackity

🎧 - Cc!q

🎲 - C!q

🎀 - Q!q

🧔‍♂️ - Anything Jake Gyllenhaal

🐑 - Jack Twist

🐰 - Donnie Darko

🍃 - Pilot Kelson

📖 - Holden Worther

⚖️ - Detective Loki

📰 - Robert Graysmith

🫧 - Jimmy Livingston

Comment as many as u want!!! ^w^

oh so yall don't even wanna hear my ideas... okay... I get it...

please tag your fem!reader fics. it's 2024.

my bad i got depressed again :P sorry but im not gonna do nuthin i am the most unreliable person on planet earth

Why are Matt and I literally matchingg🤭🤭 (my birthday was before theirs he copied meeee!!)

Ik I haven't posted since the last blue moon but omg seeing anyone mention zombie matt makes me wanna cryyy LIKE THSTS MY BABYGYY OMGGGG 😭😭😭 no matter how hard I try to make a zombie bf for me to self ship with ITS NEVER THE SAMEEE LITERALLY THE LOML🥀🥀🥀 also forever mourning chemicalsturns shawty will always be missed, atleast she posted absolute bangers amen🙏🕊

Ps this is NAWT me in my active era I have too much school work and depression to do anything lmaoo😝

THATS LIWERALLY THE LOML WRIGHT DERE 😍🤤💍💍

how do we feel about a zombie matt VISUAL…

going all out for zombie monday

I have obtained them

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

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

𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 & 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐌. 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂

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

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

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

inspired by born to die album by lana del ray ❤️

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

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

——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“y/n…y/n..”

the decaying feet away in the wind.

the rope is tight.

her eyes wide open.

her body cold.

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” You yell out.

No response.

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

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

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

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

“Don’t make a sound.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“erm..yes.” he laughs.

“were they good?” you inquire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“don’t cuss!” your eyes widen.

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

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

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

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

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

“matt.” he slurs.

“y/n.” you smile.

—-

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

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

Sneaking out : check

buying weed: check

smoking weed: check

using your pretty privilege to steal: check

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