#matt sturniolo thriller

[hearts4werka]

Missing

Summary: it’s been six months since your sister went missing, everyone gave up on the investigation but you’re determined to find her no matter what but someone comes along the way… Genre: first person pov’s Stalker, missing person, thriller, horror, crime investigation, dark aesthetic, stalker romance, double pov Warnings: stalking, mentions of possible murder and torturous acts on children, mental health problems, dark fantasy dreams, exploration of the dark web, mention of an asshole boyfriend and possibly more that might trigger some readers. Read At Your Own Risk!

This is part 3 of the ‘Missing’ series!

7:00 AM

🤍 - Rosalla’s POV

The sun starts rising and the sun pools into my room through the windows as I wake up from my slumber with a weird feeling of soreness and bruised skin on the inner parts of my thighs.

Immediately ripping the duvet off the lower half of my body I slide down my pyjama pants to my mid-thighs, seeing several marks left behind on the inner skin of my thighs.

Inspecting it, confused on how the fuck did I get them? I don’t think I woke up in the middle of the night to go take a piss and even if did, I wouldn’t have bruises on my inner thighs.

Searching my mind for a presumable answer, I scout out one most reasonable answer that makes the most sense.

My stalker.

But what was he doing between my thighs?…

Realization hits me like a big bookshelf falling down, it’s obvious what he was doing there now. Immediately I pull my pyjama pants right back up and a weird feeling of my dark fantasies coming to life…

I’ve never confessed to something like this to anyone except for my now ex-boyfriend, one morning we were just cuddling in bed and I started to talk about a dream I had about a being chased down by a man in a mask and then being taken against my will.

That morning I had woken up all wet and horny so I asked my now ex-boyfriend if we wanted to try something like that, he looked at me and said I was fucked up in the head and proceeded to ignore me for two whole weeks which broke my heart.

Those two weeks I’ve spent at home eating ice-cream, watching romcoms and crying myself to sleep. Blaming myself for even having such dreams, such dark and twisted fantasies in the dark parts of my brain…

He was the one that broke up with me since I had felt seriously emotionally attachted to him, like he actually loved me but it all ended when he found out I have a stalker and he said he couldnt be seen with me, knowing theres some other man lurking and watching our every move somewhere in the dark shadows.

I finally get the strength to get out of bed and make my way over to the bathroom to take a refreshing morning shower. Thank god I have a day off today or I would not survive an hour at work.

Undressing myself I step into the shower, washing my spiraling thoughts taunting me in the dark depths of my mind down my body. Running a hand over my face I silence out all of the voices in my head all speaking at once and allow myself to finally relax and have a moment of peace.

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7:47 AM

I’ve gotten out of the shower and thrown on some random clothes I found in my closet so I won’t sit in my pyjamas all day even though i was being close to doing that. A simple black tank top under an oversized off-shoulder gray hoodie with black sweatpants and mini uggs on my feets, my hair being put up lazily in a messy bun. ( outfit here )

I walk down the stairs and enter the kitchen, putting on some my hometown Spanish music on the speakers I start preparing some breakfast, my hips swaying from side to side each time I walk and when I'm standing they start to create circle, dancing to the music using my hips.

🖤 - Matthew’s POV

I watch her every move, every sway of her hips and move of her perfect body. She wont be able to escape me now ever since I've laid my eyes on her that one time, after I got home that day I did all of my research and found out as much as I could without her finding out.

Fuck, she sure knows how to move her hips.

Also I may or may not installed cameras in her house a few weeks after she became my newly found obsession but atleast I can keep an eye on her and protect my girl from any danger coming her way she may not know of. No one touches what’s mine.

Shes preparing breakfast, doing something normal in this moment and still manages to look even more gorgeous each time.

I sit back in my chair at my house, watching her from all different angles on numerous monitors on my wall from the cameras I have scarretered all over her house in those small and invisible spots she would never think to check.

A laptop is dismissently sitting on my lap with the dark web opened and the newly leaked video loading, I'm checking if the new victim isn't her missing sister by any chance and to hopefully track down the location of their new stay. I've been trying to catch those fuckers for some time now with my team and we've been close in the past but never close enough.

I'm moving my gaze from a goddess dancing in her kitchen to a gory, disgusting video of various of tortureous acts being preformend on children, why do I do this you may ask? I don't know it just sucked me into the dark layers of the world and once you go in, you can't get out.

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10:25 AM

She’s already ate breakfast, had a dance party and singing competition with the voices in her head. Finally she’s now resting on the couch of her living room writing in a journal-like notebook with her cat Willow sleeping in her lap.

That journal holds some of her darkest secrets and I’ve somehow managed to get my hands on it one night, reading thought the different things she’s been through and establishing her ex-boyfriend is a total asshole and didn’t deserve her.

If I could I would teach him a goddamn lesson for treating her like the way he did and when I first found out I was close to actually bashing that motherfucker head with a brick but I kept myself under control and decided to leave it alone.

🤍 - Rosalla’s POV

I was just journaling in my notebook, it’s always felt therapeutic to me and helped me to find my peace or to drain my constantly spiralling thoughts onto paper so I don’t have to bottle them up inside of me.

My cat Willow is snuggly cuddled up on my lap, peacefully sleeping. I wish I could be so carefree with no worries on my head like her, maybe if I was a cat I wouldn’t constantly be burying myself in my thoughts?

As I try to relax, placing the journal down next to me the memories of me and my missing sister together flood back into my mind, clouding any other thought I might have had in there.

A single small tear swirls in my eye and falls down onto the delicate fur of my cat as I pet her back, smiling at the funny and wholesome memories we had together as tears start to prick my eyes.

I wish she was here with me.

authors note: I didn’t know how to end this, kinda ended on a sad note but I finally finished it and fed you my children, there’s more backstory here to go indeep with the characters pasts. Hope I didn’t make you wait long and hope you enjoyed this!

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[iluvmatt]

unearthly, m.s

prologue, i beg of you, save us from this hell. synopsis: in a small suburban area of boston, a group of teenagers—matthew sturniolo and his two triplet brothers, nick and chris, and a childhood friend of theirs, y/n��travel to an old destination named granger’s deathly hill; a place in which hadn’t been visited merely since the early 1970s. atop of the old haunted hill, the group soon realize things aren’t truly as picturesque as they imagined and conclude that they are in grave danger. as they meet people along the way, they realize that the journey home may be harder than expected. knowing that they are in a situation that could ultimately ruin their lives or end them entirely, they make up a plan to make it back home safe, or better yet, alive. amongst the chaos, while trying to save each other, matt and y/n realize that there is more to them than just friendship. warnings: mentions of death with small description, and anxiety expressed in the prologue below.

rumor spread rapidly around the small suburban area in boston, of the old hill owned formerly by choi granger; who was recently found suspiciously deceased in the driveway of his residence. apparent witnesses in the weekly sunday newspaper state that there were ghosts and other such paranormal beings around the area over the weekend of the fifth of august, as they could hear sobs for help within the trees. 

granger hill was something unlike any other, as some lifelong villagers say, due to the suspicion and unpredictability of mr. granger himself. it had all started around 1965— the year that mr. granger moved in, fresh to the small area of merely six-thousand people. 

he was tall and stocky, with dark eyes that everyone he had met said that they saw the devil staring back at them when they looked directly in them. he wore old worn overalls, a black long-sleeve underneath— even in the summer heat— and gloves that none of the villagers remembered him taking off. locals said he held secrets beneath those dirt-stained gloves and that's why he never removed them out in the public eye. 

even as a child, he was someone that nobody wanted to be around, as just his presence was enough to drain someone’s soul for the next six months. maybe it was his fault, maybe it was someone else’s, or maybe, he was just made like that. maybe, he was simply made with a heart that was cold as ice, a stare that could send someone into a panic, and a personality that nobody wanted to get to know, except for his wife, that left him alone even after her death. 

that, too, was something nobody could quite understand or piece together. how did granger, one of the worst people known to this town, have a wife? how was he able to meet someone who loved hi, no matter what. nobody saw his wife much, they only knew that her hair was jet black and her cheeks had no color. 

soon after their marriage, though, she was found in the woods.

that being said, with the mysterious death of his wife and the appearance of granger as a whole, he was an unsettling topic all by his lonesome, but the property in which he lived both on and around was something indescribably horrifying. 

in the spring of seventy-three, a couple went on a romantic old-style picnic date within the woods of granger hill, and came out completely different people. after their picnic, the woman, coretta anderson, was placed into a psychiatric asylum due to uncontrollable anxiety, and her boyfriend, dylan russo, was rumored to have moved far out of town and hadn't been seen since. 

it was also rumored amongst the town that an old man in the late 1800s still haunts where he was hung in the woods, near where granger’s wife was found, as you can see his visible figure at dawn, and a little girl who was viciously killed years after the older man can still be heard singing in the distance if listened to close enough. 

months after the rumors surfaced, more than five decomposed bodies were found in the mess of the trees. nobody knows if they are the two of those who were rumored, or who they might've been. it was a closed case, and not a single person was asking questions about it. 

there were so many unanswered questions about mr. granger, his life, and his home; now put to a perpetual halt due to his death. 

the people wondered what caused the mans death, though; he was in perfectly good health and seemed to be better than he had ever been before. now, with choi granger dead and the entirety of the community together and asking why, the hill was renamed granger's deathly hill. 

now, after forty-nine years of the mystery going unsolved— four teens find themselves venturing to the troubled land, hoping for a good explanation to ease their worries.

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[loud-sturniolos]

I’m writing my own series🤗

Idk when the first part will come out, but the character introductions may come out today/tomorrow. I’m still gonna be writing fanfics, this may become my main series though.

Summary isn’t that good but oh well😽

Comment if u wanna be tagged :)

[mattslolita]

CHRIS STURNIOLO MASTERLIST ‧₊˚🍊༉‧₊˚. .ᐟ

guide ᝰ.ᐟ

─── 💌 - smut, ❤‍🩹 - angst, 🧸 - fluff

꒰ series! ꒱

psycho killer ( on hold ) - intro, 1, 2, 3, 4 💌❤‍🩹 ( ghostface!chris )

daddy issues ( tbd ) - 1 ❤‍🩹

teddy bear ft. matt ( on hold ) - 1 ❤‍🩹💌🧸 ( ghostface!chris )

thriller - 1, 2 ❤‍🩹💌 ( vampire!chris )

dealer!chris au 🧸❤‍🩹💌

she - 1, 2, 3💌 ( ghostface!chris )

drummer!chris collection 🧸💌❤‍🩹

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꒰ standalone smut fics! ꒱

lights down low 💌

bitch from da souf 💌

moonlight 💌

best on earth 💌

one of the girls 💌

come get her 💌

p power ft. matt 💌

make u cum 💌

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꒰ standalone angst fics! ꒱

happier than ever ❤‍🩹

plane to paris ❤‍🩹

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꒰ standalone smut, angst, & fluff fics! ꒱

dilemma ❤‍🩹💌🧸

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꒰ standalone fluff fics! ꒱

compass 🧸

no fear 🧸

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꒰ headcanons! ꒱

touchy!chris 🧸

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꒰ blurbs! ꒱

see you again 🧸

pussy poppin ( riding chris's face ) 💌

fresh love for the fit ( backshots in chris's brand ) 💌

i miss you sex w chris 💌

chris during arguments ❤‍🩹

chris & shy!reader 🧸

chris w dumbification kink 💌

bff!chris who eats you out as a joke 💌

mutual masturbation with chris 💌

massaging chris with new nails 🧸

chris watching you shake ass ft. matt 🧸 ( ish? )

bff!chris & you building snowmen 🧸

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꒰ extras! ꒱

lyrics that remind me of chris! - 1

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chris taglist : tbd ( comment to be added! )

[starrysturnz]

star’s sturniolo fic & blog recommendations .ᐟ

just a little something while i work on getting some of my own writing out there. see my blog navigation if you’re interested in what’s up next. i’ll be posting very soon! much love <3

a couple things to note: fics that have multiple parts will be indicated with an asterisk (*), but i’m only going to link the first part. only fics that currently have multiple parts will be indicated. and if i mentioned your fic it’s automatically a blog recommendation! i think you’re all fantastic writers!

also, i recognize that some of these authors may not be active anymore. that doesn’t mean we can’t still appreciate their work!

☼ matthew sturniolo

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ casual by @hollandsangel

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ gloves off by @sturnsdarling

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ i get them too, sometimes* by @sturnsdarling

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ my baby by @bernardsbendystraws

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ play dirty by @solarsturniolo

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ seven minutes in hell by @plasticferal

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ the first time by @sturnioz

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ this is (not) easy by @sturnioz

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ voice by @hollandsangel

☾ christopher sturniolo

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ angels like you and devils like me by @pinksturniolo

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ crimson sweats by @evieolo

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ heaven and back by @sweetangelgirl7

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ lollipop* by @freshloverr

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ real, and mine by @bambi-slxt

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ red eyes* by @bernardsbendystraws

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ rough day by @mattscoquette

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ stay the fuck away from her* @sturnsdarling

✴︎ matt & chris sturniolo

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ sharing is caring* by @bambi-slxt

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ three is not a crowd by @junovrsmp4

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ thriller* by @mattslolita

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ two is always better by @vanteguccir

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ versus* by @pinksturniolo

⤷ ⁺⁎˚ you jealous? by @likeumeanit9497

i’ll keep adding to this list until i can’t tag any more people. kisses .ᐟ

[miss-sturn]

Ghostface | Matt Sturniolo | Finale.

'What's the matter Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.'

ghostface!matt x reader

Chapter 9: Thriller night.

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9

Warnings: Death. Bad ending. Cursing.

My hand hovered over the doorknob, the ominous words still echoing in my head:

"Don't answer the door."

But I couldn’t ignore it. We needed help, and this was our way out.

“Matt, don't!” y/n’s voice cut through the tension, her fear palpable. I turned to see her behind me, wide-eyed and trembling. I wanted to tell her to run, but the words caught in my throat as I faced the monster before me.

I glance at y/n one last time. Her face is pale, her eyes silently pleading with me. I push the thought aside. This has to be over. It has to.

With a deep breath, I yank the door open.

And there he is.

Me. But not me.

My doppelganger stands in the doorway, his twisted grin illuminated by the dim hallway light.

His hand clenches a bloody knife, and in his other, a torn candy bag drips with something far darker than chocolate. His eyes lock onto mine, his grin widening.

"Trick or treat, bitch."

The sight of him freezes my blood, and before I can react, he lunges at me, shoving me backward into the apartment.

The door slams shut, trapping us all in this nightmare.

I scramble to my feet, reaching for y/n, but she hesitates, backing away. There's a flicker in her eyes—a trace of fear mixed with something unrecognizable.

She’s pulling away from me. 

The doppelgänger laughs, a bone-chilling sound that sends a shiver down my spine.

"You thought you could save her?" he mocks. "You thought this was all just a bad dream?"

I stagger, heart racing. My muscles feel leaden, every move like wading through quicksand.

He advances toward y/n, the knife glinting menacingly, "Get away from her!" I lunge to grab him, but my vision blurs, the room twisting and spinning.

But…the twist.

Y/n's eyes lock onto mine, her lips curling into a small, almost apologetic smile.

And then… she steps forward, toward him.

I freeze, disbelief washing over me as she whispers something under her breath, something I can’t quite make out.

Then she takes his hand.

"Y/n?" My voice cracks, barely audible, the shock too much to process.

She turns to me, her face pale but determined. "I’m sorry, Matt," she says, her voice cold. "But… this was always going to happen."

My breath caught in my chest as the realization hit me: she was no longer just a terrified girl caught in the middle of my nightmare.

And with a swift, brutal motion, she takes the knife from his hand and drives it deep into my chest.

I gasp, the pain exploding through my body. The betrayal stings even more than the blade as I collapse to the floor, blood pooling around me.

“You thought you could save her?” my doppelgänger mocked, glancing back at y/n, who now wore a chilling smile. “She’s mine.”

The last thing I see before darkness overtakes me is their figures—mine and hers—standing over me, smiling as the room around us begins to twist and warp. Like the nightmare isn’t over, like it’s just beginning.

Darkness.

I blink, groggy and disoriented, lying on y/n’s kitchen floor. Soft morning light filters through the curtains, and for a moment, everything feels ordinary, safe.

I sit up slowly, my hand flying to my chest, but there’s no wound, no blood. I glance around, confused but relieved to see y/n sleeping on the couch nearby.

There’s no blood, no knife. Was it all just a nightmare?

I stagger to my feet, my chest aching with a raw, hollow pain that sinks deep. The betrayal is a fresh wound, and my heart twists as I watch her, sitting there with a chilling calm.

Every moment echoes with her words: “It was always going to happen.”

Unable to shake the image of her turning against me, I back away, fury and sorrow boiling up until it’s almost unbearable.

Blinded by betrayal, I stumble into the kitchen, hands trembling as I fumble through the drawer and pull out a cold, gleaming knife.

Each step feels heavier, a weight pressing down as I return to her side, blade clutched tight.

“Why?” I whisper, voice raw, a tear sliding down my cheek. But she only watches, unreadable, offering no answers, no remorse. Just that silent, haunting calm.

In a single, swift motion, I drive the knife into her chest.

She gasps, her eyes widening as they meet mine, and my breath catches as I see, not malice or anger in her gaze, but… innocence.

Her lips part, a flicker of pain flashing across her face, as if she’s seeing me for the first time. A tear rolls down her cheek, glistening in the dim light.

Was this… was this not her?

The silence after the final shudder of her breath hangs heavy, oppressive. My chest tightens, and I stumble back, the knife slipping from my fingers and clattering to the floor.

My mind races, confusion blurring with horror as I stare at her still form, trying to make sense of the innocence in her eyes, the tear that glistened there.

But then, the doorbell rings.

And this time, it’s real.

My stomach twists with dread as I stand, my heart pounding in my chest. Slowly, I approach the door, every instinct screaming at me to stop, to turn back.

But I don’t.

I open the door.

Standing there, just as before, is my doppelgänger, his grin wider than ever, his eyes gleaming with malice. He raises the knife again, dripping with fresh blood.

"I told you," he whispers, stepping forward. "You can't kill what's already dead."

But then, a shadow stirs behind him.

It’s y/n, emerging from the darkened hallway, her movements slow, unnatural, like a puppet on strings. Blood stains her shirt where the knife pierced her, yet her eyes burn with a twisted, malevolent glow.

Her lips pull into a sickly smile, and she steps forward, her gaze locked onto mine with a predatory gleam that sends chills down my spine.

In that moment, a sick jolt of disbelief surged through me, twisting into a horror that clawed at my chest. I thought I’d ended this—I thought she was gone.

“Y/n… how? How can you be with him?” I whispered, my voice raw, barely audible. I backed away, feeling a betrayal so deep it left me hollow.

“Why not, Matt? He understands me,” she replied, her voice dripping with venom. “You were always too scared to embrace the darkness.”

Then, without a word, she ran into the darkness, her figure blurring as the kitchen began to twist and shift around me.

The once familiar space morphed into a chilling corn maze, the walls of towering stalks looming ominously. Shadows danced between the rows, whispering secrets that sent shivers down my spine.

“Y/n!” I called out, my voice echoing in the eerie silence. I felt a strange pull, a desperation driving me forward as I sprinted deeper into the unnatural corn maze.

Each turn brought new terrors: rustling leaves that seemed to mock my every step, distant whispers that tickled the back of my mind.

The air thickened, heavy with the scent of damp earth and something far more sinister.

But then I saw her—a flash of movement in the distance. “Y/n!” I shouted again, pushing past the creeping vines and twisting paths.

My heart raced as I navigated the maze, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Suddenly, the doppelgänger appeared, but just as quickly as he came, he vanished into the shadows, leaving only the chilling echo of his laughter behind.

My instincts screamed at me to turn back, but I couldn’t abandon her, not now.

The corn stalks whispered around me, their rustling growing louder, and I felt a chilling sense of dread settle in.

Just when I thought I was lost forever, I caught sight of her again, standing still at the end of a narrow path, her back turned to me.

"Y/n." I say softly, my voice barely more than a whisper, my heart aching with a storm of emotions—betrayal, grief, an aching need to understand, and... something else I can’t even name.

As I gaze at her, conflicting emotions wrestle within me. I had just killed her—had felt the warmth of her blood on my hands, the finality of her breath leaving her body.

And yet, here she stood, hauntingly beautiful amidst the corn maze's shadows. I should feel rage, betrayal, but instead, an ache in my chest deepens.

Y/n pauses, and for a heart-stopping moment, everything goes still. She turns, slowly, her movements unnaturally deliberate, like she’s savoring every second. My breath catches as her face finally comes into view.

Her eyes are dark, glistening with a strange light, and her lips curve into a bittersweet, knowing smile. It's a face I almost recognize—but twisted, hollow, like the girl I knew has been swallowed by something else.

Then she speaks, and her eyes soften, but for a moment, it’s like I’m looking at the girl I used to know—the girl who’d laugh at my jokes, who'd smile shyly when I caught her glancing my way.

Her expression shifts, a glimmer of sadness touching her features as she looks at me with those familiar, tender eyes.

"You really think we can escape this, Matt?" she asks, almost pleading. Her lips tremble as though she’s fighting back tears. "This is Halloween... their night."

“Matt…” she breathed, her voice now soft and vulnerable. “Don’t you see? This is our chance. We can be free.”

In that moment, something shifted, and I was drawn to her. The darkness that had enveloped us faded for just an instant, revealing the deep connection we shared.

I stepped forward, our bodies inches apart, the heat between us igniting a fire I thought was lost.

“I’ll save you,” I whispered, my voice laced with determination as I closed the distance between us, my heart racing. I reached out, brushing my fingers against her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. “I won’t let him take you.”

I leaned in, our lips meeting in a desperate kiss as I gently cradled her face, her delicate body.

For a fleeting moment, everything felt right—until I tasted something metallic, something warm.

I pulled back, confusion flooding my senses as I realized it was blood, her blood, seeping from her mouth.

The blood poured steadily from her mouth as she stepped back, staring at me with wide eyes, an evil smile gracing her lips as she cocked her head to one side.

Then, she reached out, stroking my face with her fingertips, the softness of her touch contrasting the horror of the moment.

"I've always loved you, Matt,” she said softly, the words hanging heavy in the air.

I felt a rush of emotions, my heart aching with a desperate longing to tell her how much she meant to me, how I would do anything to pull her back from the darkness. But the words caught in my throat, leaving me paralyzed.

Then, with one final look of pity, she spun round, disappearing into the corn maze once again.

My heart pounded in my chest as I touched my bloodstained lips, the metallic taste a grim reminder of what had just transpired. I had to find y/n—I had to save her.

With renewed determination, I bolted down the darkened maze, my feet pounding against the floor as I pushed through the suffocating fear.

“Trick or treat!” she screamed, her laughter echoing eerily in my mind as I dashed deeper into the shadows, her voice haunting me, refusing to let go.

But as I ran, I stumbled and fell hard, the impact jolting me back to reality. Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up, ignoring the sharp pain in my side.

“Don’t you want to feel the thrill?” her voice echoed through the hall, laced with malicious glee, sending chills down my spine.

I shook my head sharply, fighting against the intoxicating pull of her voice. The shadows morphed around me, twisting into nightmarish shapes, taunting me with glimpses of what I feared I might lose forever.

Then;

“Matt,” she called softly, that deceptively sweet tone wrapping around me like a vice. “Come join us. We’ve been waiting for you.”

I whip my head around, in search of the voice. But a bitter truth dawns on me. Y/n was dead. This was not her. This was her doppelganger.

I turned to escape, ready to find another way out, when suddenly, y/n emerged out of nowhere, her figure gliding between the corn stalks like a wraith. She lunged forward, grabbing my wrist with an iron grip, her eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity.

"Come join us." She said, her mouth stained with blood, head tilted to the side.

I try to yank myself free, but it's no use. Her eyes turn angry when she sees the look of horror on my face.

"Don't run from me." She snarls, her tone dripping with urgency and something darker. I felt a jolt of panic, confusion twisting in my gut as I tried to pull away, but her hold was unyielding.

"Let go of me!" I yell, my voice echoing into the endless void of the corn maze.

Then her face suddenly drops, devoid of any emotion, transforming into something freakishly calm. A smile played on her lips, but it was devoid of warmth. She stared into the void, her gaze distant and unsettling.

Then she uttered one chilling word: “Run.”

Panic surged through me, and I stumbled, yanking free of her grip. As I turned to flee, I felt a knot of dread tighten in my gut, the shadowy remnants of her presence lingering as I raced away.

Without thinking, I rounded a corner and came face to face with my doppelgänger, who stood there with that twisted grin, his eyes gleaming with malice.

Just as I was about to crash into him, a sudden, surreal sensation enveloped me. I felt myself floating, the world around me blurring and twisting as I was pulled through him, as if I were a mere ghost passing through a wall.

In an instant, everything shifted, and I found myself transported back to the kitchen. The room was eerily quiet, but the suffocating feeling of dread lingered, pressing against my chest like a heavy weight.

Matt stumbled forward, breath heaving as he felt himself cross an invisible threshold, the haunting echoes behind him fading into silence.

For a moment, he thought he’d escaped—that he was free of the nightmare. He took a shaky breath, grounding himself in the stillness of the night.

But then—pain, sharp and unrelenting, bloomed in his back, stealing his breath. His knees buckled as he looked down to see a blade’s edge protruding just below his ribs, blood seeping through his shirt.

His body convulsed, and he fell forward, his mind struggling to process what was happening.

But even as he felt himself slipping away, he could hear her voice echoing in the night, haunting and beautiful. “You wanted the thrill, Matt. Now you’ll live it.”

The world spun as he dropped to his knees, hands instinctively clutching his chest, blood pooling beneath his fingers.

Weakly, he looked up, hoping for one last glimpse of her, of the person he once trusted.

But her face was devoid of warmth, her eyes fixed on him with a twisted satisfaction. She leaned down, close enough that he could feel the coldness radiating from her.

In that moment, I understood the true horror of Halloween.

I was trapped, destined to relive this nightmare over and over again.

Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing my doppelgänger, now fully formed and grinning widely. “You can’t kill what’s already dead, Matt,” he said, his voice a twisted mockery of my own.

“You can’t kill what’s already dead,” he repeated, stepping closer.

Again. And again.

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"Darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood, To terrorize y'all's neighborhood.

And whosoever shall be found, Without the soul for getting down, Must stand and face the hounds of hell, And rot inside a corpse's shell.

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@bernardsbendystraws for the divider!!

a/n: lowkey rushed this!

[sunsturns]

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐧 ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ ❪ 19, sag, unlabeled, s!her. ❫

𖥧.𖤣𖥧 matt sturniolo enthusiast. fall baby. hardcore music enjoyer. silver girly. night owl. moon luvr. timid writer. evermore. hightop converse. shades of blue. ravenclaw. vinyl collections. mystical movies. thriller books.

❅ . ݁₊ masterlist ! socials ! #’s !

[allyleetheo]

Matt Sturniolo

🌼 fluff | ❤️ smut | ⚠️ angst

💫 AU's | 😂 comedy | 👻 horror

👾 Sci-fi | 💀 thriller | ⚔️ action

Ongoing ↗️ Complete 🔁

18+ 🔞 No 18+ 🚫

Good pacing 📶 Slow pacing 〽️

📚 Worth rereading

Voice 🚫🌼

Cabin fever 🔞❤️💫

Play Dirty (Part 1) 🔞❤️💫↗️📚

Fuckboy! 🔞❤️💫

Cowboy by Tyler the creator 🔞❤️💫🌼

Me & U Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 🔞❤️💫↗️📚

Blurbs:

Dating Matt is hard at times 🔞❤️

Taking a photo with the triplets (Dating Matt) - Established relationship 🚫🌼

Lurking (part 1/4) (Stalker au) 🔞❤️⚠️💫🔁

Link to my full Masterlist -> here

Tumblr fanfic recs Masterlist -> here

[ssturniolo92]

can u write about reader x chris or matt watching a horror or thriller movie that the reader recommended so they dont get scared but matt or chris does and it’s just really funny to them

Chris Sturniolo-Fearful

pairing-chris sturniolo x reader

genre-fluff

warnings-idk horror movie, killing mentioned, cursing

a/n-let me know if you want a matt version of this and tysm for the request!!!

you already knew the jumpscare was coming up. so you watched as chris hugged you to his chest and covered his mouth nervously with his hand.

he seemed to have been so engrossed in the movie that he forgot you were there. you looked up at him and waited patiently.

you glanced at the tv screen and saw that it was just moments before the scare. you had seen this movie dozens of times and since halloween season was almost here you decided to watch it with chris.

he was a big fan of horror movies, yet had never seen this one. as soon as the killer popped up behind the main character chris yelped.

“GO GO GO FUCKING GO. RUN.” he yelled from next to you. you laughed as he jumped up off the couch, putting hands on his head.

“CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR!” he yelled.

“chris it’s just a movie.” you said, still chuckling. you tilted your head to look at him as he sat back down.

“could’ve given me a warning.” he mumbled.

“what’s the fun in that?”

[bueckerrss]

✫彡 STURNIOLO MASTERLIST !

key:

❣︎ fluff

✧ angst

✽ suggestive

✪ thriller

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chris:

letters to my lover series!

summary: chris writes love letter to his girlfriend

p.s. i still love you ✧

p.s. i’ll always love you ✧

parts of her series! (discontinued)

summary: chris meets a girl, who's everything he wants and more. little does he know, she's got a hidden secret.

does she even exist ✪

now you know ✪

one shots:

a bedtime story ❣︎

| request ➜ “dad chris with twin boys”

softcore ✧

matt

dangerous women series! (discontinued)

summary: matt gets assigned to work for the most wanted drug lord

dangerous women

dangerous women 2

dangerous women 3

one shots:

tag, you’re it ✪

was it worth it? ✧

[hearts4werka]

Missing

Summary: it’s been six months since your sister went missing, everyone gave up on the investigation but you’re determined to find her no matter what but someone comes along the way… Genre: ANGST first person pov, Stalker, missing person, thriller, horror, crime investigation, dark aesthetic, stalker romance, double pov, b&e, unexpected visitor, dark themes, Warnings: breaking in, abuse, use of weapons, being held hostage, ?depression?, mental health issues, swearing, pet names (little monster), skin bruising, fighting, ?suggestive content?, traumatizing, possibly trigging subjects, ass content ahead and ofc Read At Your Own Risk!

This is part 4 of the 'Missing' series!

🤍 - Rosalla's POV

I wish she was here with me.

Memories of me and her flood my mind like a tsunami hitting a building, all of the moments I'll cherish for all of my life, with or without her. I've cried over her multiple time since her disappearance and I have to get my shit together and figure out how to report that stalker of mine to the police again, I still cannot believe that my stalker have gone to the point to break into my house and do unspeakle acts between my legs.

My mind keeps on denying the fact that I possibly enjoyed the acts he has done, I havent been able to feel safe in my own house for these past months ever since. Today though the feeling seems to be intensified as I constantly feel a pair of eyes following my every move like everyday but they feel like they're coming closer to me.

I gaze around my surroundings, my mind trying to make me think im not actually going insane and that there is something lurking in the shadows of my own house, before I could get completely dragged into the dark shadows of my mind it has created my cat Willow comes up purring, petting herself on my leg and silently demaning some sustenance in the form of cat food.

A soft chuckle rumbles in my throat at her clear attention seeking attitude, finding it slightly adorable as I rise from my seat and my feet slide over the tile floor under them as I travel into the kitchen. I squat down and take the cat's food bowl into my hand but a simple ring of the front door doorbell catches me off guard as I am not expecting anyone currently nor any packages.

Confusion contours my facial features as my eyes move towards the front door where the noise is coming from, maybe a possible unexpected guest decided to visit my household today? but who could it be? questions begin to rise in my already spiraling mind which only overweighs the other thoughts stuck inside of my head.

I stand up onto my feet and make my way towards the door with upkept caution to not let the person on the other side of the door know that I am trying to figure out who it could be, making as less noise as it is humanly possible in the moment ive been placed in right now, checking through the peephole I dont find what ive expected to be on the other side.

Twisting the house key in the keyhole of the door and grabbing ahold of the doorhandle I swing it open and scan my eyes around the surrounding nature on the front porch and find once again nothing and am only met with my black doormat with "Welcome!" written across it in white bold letters.

My anxiety rises onto a higher level than it was already on before with the growing questions slowly starting to cloud my mind alongside the shadows, I walk back to my living room and notice Willow ran off somewhere and isnt near me anymore, not thinking much about it when I finally find myself back in the living room i notice a strangely familiar man sitting on my couch with his body facing me and Willow snuggled into his lap as he pets her spine with his heavily tattoed arm.

My body instantly responds to the sudden intruder inside of my house by freezing inplace and refusing to move from my standing form, laborthed sharp breaths leave my mouth as I silently observe the surely unexpected guest inside of my house acting way to calm for my liking, not seeming like the hostile type and more on the kinder side which doesn’t make me feel better about this whole situation.

"Look who decided to join us, welcome Rosalla" He speaks in a calm, almost soothing tone while his gaze visibly runs up and down my frozen body as I notice a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth under the hood that’s currently concealing the upper half of his face.

As much as I would love to just rip that hood off his face and take Willow away from him I can’t move my body no matter how hard I try, it’s like my body turned into a stone statue in a museum in the section of Ancient Greece but the only thing is that I am in my house currently with what could have the possibility to be my stalker.

“W-who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?” I trip over my words as he suddenly rises from his seat and slowly makes steps closer towards me, I continue to stand in place with my mind becoming a bigger scramble and pleading for my body to move or do something rational and not just stand in place like a fucking idiot.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not here to harm you in any way.” He calmly teased, I already could feel his hot breath hitting my skin and goosebumps growing all over my body. His slender form looms over me as the heavily tattooed arm reaches over and brushes against my chest before roughly grabbing my chin and making me look up at him.

“I’m going to enjoy ruining you, little monster.”

“Fuck you.”

“That as well.”

I roll my eyes at him and finally manage to make my first move, grabbing his hand and digging my nails into his inked skin to leave a mark as I push it away from my chin, freeing my face from his tight grasp and automatically taking a cautious step backwards.

"You're a sick bastard if you think I'll let you anywhere near me." I bite back, now slowly regaining back my confidence and movement capability, now running into the kitchen as he calls out from the hallway. “You’re running already? We haven’t even started the real fun yet.” I notice the slight venom between the ‘innocent’ words which makes a shiver run down my spine.

When he finally catches up to me in the kitchen I quickly open one of the drawers with all of the kitchen knifes residing inside of it and take one of the bigger ones out of it, holding it up for him to see and pointing the sharp tip of it in his direction for any possible protection I could get out of it, he stands infront of me on the other side of the kitchen island.

"Back off, bitch." I state with warning lacing my tone as my confidence rises more and the fear now lowering to a smaller level with a calming shiver washing over my body. The only reaction I manage to gauge out of him is a sinister laugh and his smirk intensifying in growth, as if he wasnt comprehending the fact that a kitchen knife resides in my hand.

"You're gonna try to fight me off with that? how cute." He mocks my choice of protection, as if he has anything on himself. He's helpless right now while the knife stays clutched in my hand, well if you discard the fact he has strong arms and could probably snap me in half with just a flick of his fingers which doesnt help with my already high anxiety level.

Before I get to think and appreciate I have the possible high ground in this situation he quickly makes his way towards me which makes me sprint out of the kitchen and back into the living room with him right on my ass behind me, suddenly as Im running away from him a strong calloused hand slams me into the nearby wall and the pain spreads across the whole upper part of my body, a line of curses leaves my mouth in one painful groan.

“You think you can run from me?” He mocks my attempt on trying to escape his wrath, the hand where the knife resided in is currently pinned against my back. The vice grip he has on my hand makes me drop the knife, it hitting the floor with a loud thud which makes me groan in the increase of the immense pain I already feel all over my body.

“You are mine and only mine, if any other men try to even get close to you. I won’t fucking hesitate to kill them and bury them in your backyard for a little reminder who you belong to.”

I try to wiggle my way out of the trap I’ve been placed in, squirming in pain as I feel multiple bruises growing and starting to adore the surface of my skin, and I was out here thinking I had the high ground in this situation against a man thats clearly way stronger, taller and surely has some tricks up his sleave when I have now none since my item for protection has now ended up on the floor and I cannot move to pick it up because of the position Im in.

Suddenly, I feel cold metal being pressed against the back of my head and the fear rises back inside of me as I realize what is currently being held against my head. My breathing becomes labored as he brings his face closer to my ear, his breath hot against the shell of my ear which sends a shiver running down my spine before whispering. “You look so adorable all scared and terrified.”

“I’m gonna call the police on you and they’ll put you finally where you belong.” I hiss through my gridded teeth, fear being evident in my voice which it seems only fuels him to continue through with his actions, the cold metal barrel sliding down my back and tapping the back of my thighs, asking for them to move apart but with how they’re trembling right now I doubt there are going to move in any moment.

“And you think they’ll believe any word you say about this? You can call them all you want but just know, you’ll never get rid of me, little monster.” A chuckle rumbles in his throat and escaping past his lips at my words, him mocking me once again and assuring me I’ll never be able to get rid of him. It’s already been over five months and I the police haven’t even found one trace of finding out this man’s identity and neither did I, he seems like just an everlasting shadow that’s just stuck in your mind that you can’t get rid of.

We hear the front doorbell ring and realization hits me, I remembered my best friend Nora was supposed to visit today to check in on my sanity and how I’m holding up. She visits me whenever she can borrow the time and she makes it her priority to see me atleast once every few days which I appreciate her for so much and can’t thank god that she decided to come at this rightful time.

Before I can realize it, the man releases me from his grasp and the cold gun is taken away from my body and I feel slight relief as my body slides against the wall and down onto the cold floor of my house as the doorbell rings again and we hear Nora call out my name form behind the door. “Hey Ro, you good in there? I heard fighting inside.”

As soon as the front door cracks opens and Nora steps foot into the house, the man is gone. No trace left behind of him, only me sitting on the floor and clutching my body as if it would fall apart if I let go. Nora immediately runs up to my trembling form and envelops me into her warm arms, her face contoured with confusion as she finally speaks up.

“What the fuck happened here?”

@hearts4werka

authors note: omfg the end is so rushed and I’m so so sorry that y’all needed to wait so long for this but I’ve been focused on some of the other fics and my mind was so empty when I was writing this so some sentences might repeat, I hope the wait was worth it but I kinda doubt it. Luv y’all so much

& love and peace, V

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[hearts4werka]

ROOM 200

🗝️ ➥ Welcome! You have now entered the room 200, "The War Crime" it’s time to investigate it!

❕- THE RULE SHEET

The rule sheet of paper you found while investigating the room known for the case of Connor Price - ‘The War Crime’. The sheet of paper looked old and damaged but still could be readable, it looked to be a strict rules list possibly used and followed by the famous victim, since he was apart of the military he had to follow certain rules no matter what they could have been.

RULE NUMBER 1

Any topics I am not comfortable with producing such as incest, any piss/shit kinks, incest threesomes, gay!make x female, teen pregnancies & any other topics I wouldnt be comfortable with writing (this may differ overtime)

RULE NUMBER 2

We do not condone any violence, hate speech, kink shame, insults & rudeness as this is simply not a place for any of that, it’s a safe space for people of all races, types and personalities so be respectful and if you want to be rude, go on Reddit.

RULE NUMBER 3

In the beginning of any work, there will be warnings and be aware of them as they have important information attached to them so you know what kind of thing you’re getting yourself into.

RULE NUMBER 4

There is no official schedule or set time for when any content will be posted, I write whenever I am energized enough to or when I get an idea and my mind isn’t completely empty so I can actually finish the project. At least once a week I’ll try to put out something but I don’t promise to, we all have life’s outside of social media and also need to focus on them, writing is a hobby of mine and I do this for fun and to pass any free time I have in my day.

ADDITIONAL RULE NUMBER 6

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ADDITIONAL RULE NUMBER 7

In regards of my newly created series and any other new series I create in the future ‘SECRETS OF THE UNDEAD SHADOWS’ each chapter will be premiered once a week and since I want to focus on it and actually finish it, this will be the project I will focus on the most and the rest I’m putting to the side for now. Sometimes maybe there will be something put out but not anything long!

- this also can be kinda ass but this will be updated whenever needed to so some theme changes will probably occur as well, I rlly didn’t know what to do for the rest of the rooms but I still hope yall like this new theme -

[iluvmatt]

unearthly, a matt sturniolo fic. synopsis: in a small suburban area of boston, a group of teenagers—matthew sturniolo and his two triplet brothers, nick and chris, and a childhood friend of theirs, y/n—travel to an old destination named granger’s deathly hill; a place in which hadn’t been visited merely since the early 1970s. atop of the old haunted hill, the group soon realize things aren’t truly as picturesque as they imagined and conclude that they are in grave danger. as they meet people along the way, they realize that the journey home may be harder than expected. knowing that they are in a situation that could ultimately ruin their lives or end them entirely, they make up a plan to make it back home safe, or better yet, alive. amongst the chaos, while trying to save each other, matt and y/n realize that there is more to them than just friendship.

a basic overview and establishment of characters: growing up with the triplets always got you in difficult situations, let it be coming home late after playing games all night, watching horror movies until nick and chris cried, or now trailing up a haunted hill. whatever situation there was in the world, you were bound to get in it. matt was the nonchalant one, always down to do whatever the rest of the group wanted, as he just wanted to be included in a good time. matt loved being able to see you, even if it was doing the craziest things in the world. from chris knew about matt and his crush, but the rest of the group had no idea that you felt merely the same for matt, although nick seemed to have somewhat of an idea. now, as you venture to granger’s deathly hill, there is only one thing on your mind; how could you do something more extreme than any of the ghost adventures and terrifying trips to local bridges and not wonder about how you may never know when it’s the right time to tell matt that you love him? little did you know, that matt, who acted as if he wasn’t scared of a thing in the world, was thinking the same thing.

taglist: @taking-a-footnote-in-your-life​, @lostwonderwall​, @lomlolivia​, @sturniolomads​​, @kylespencersvocalcords, @stxrniqlo, @sophialimass, @loonielol, @siriusfahey, @getbillzoned, @kjd55, @ceceswritings​​, @dancingintheedark​, @yoongoboongo, reach out to be added!

masterlist © iluvmatt, 2023.

[iluvmatt]

unearthly, m. sturniolo

synopsis: in a small suburban area of boston, a group of teenagers—matthew sturniolo and his two triplet brothers, nick and chris, and a childhood friend of theirs, y/n—travel to an old destination named granger's deathly hill; a place in which hadn't been visited merely since the early 1970s. atop of the old haunted hill, the group soon realize things aren't truly as picturesque as they imagined and conclude that they are in grave danger. as they meet people along the way, they realize that the journey home may be harder than expected. knowing that they are in a situation that could ultimately ruin their lives or end them entirely, they make up a plan to make it back home safe, or better yet, alive. amongst the chaos, while trying to save each other, matt and y/n realize that there is more to them than just friendship.

chapters:  00. introduction 00. prologue

genre: friends to lovers, psychological thriller, crime thriller, romance, matt x reader, horror in some aspects; psychological horror, survival!au, soulmate!au, i want to make this out alive with you!au, romantic tension, partial smau.

warnings: includes mentions of disturbing and/or triggering elements such as gore, death (not of any character), supernatural creatures of some sort, mentions of hopelessness and sadness. matt and y/n fall in love in the midst of trying to survive a dangerous predicament.

taglist: @taking-a-footnote-in-your-life​, @lostwonderwall​, @lomlolivia​, @sturniolomads​​, @kylespencersvocalcords, @stxrniqlo, @sophialimass, @loonielol, @siriusfahey, @getbillzoned, @kjd55, @ceceswritings​​, @dancingintheedark​, @yoongoboongo, reach out to be added!

© iluvmatt, 2023.

[mattslolita]

MATT STURNIOLO MASTERLIST ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.₊⊹.ᐟ

guide ᝰ.ᐟ

─── 💌 - smut, ❤‍🩹 - angst, 🧸 - fluff

꒰ series! ꒱

teddy bear ft. chris ( on hold! ) - 1 ❤‍🩹💌🧸 ( ghostface!matt )

thriller ft. chris - 1, 2 ❤‍🩹💌 ( vampire!matt )

she - 1, 2, 3💌 ( ghostface!matt )

biker!matt collection 💌❤‍🩹🧸

shy!matt & fuckgirl!reader collection ❤‍🩹💌🧸

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꒰ standalone smut fics! ꒱

my goodies 💌

under the influence 💌

sex tape 💌

come thru 💌

i wanna be your slave 💌 ( rockstar!matt )

lock your phone 💌

older 💌 ( older!boyfriend!matt )

animals 💌 ( vampire!matt )

p power ft. chris 💌

dangerous woman - 1, 2 💌

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꒰ standalone angst fics! ꒱

the greatest ❤‍🩹

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꒰ standalone fluff fics! ꒱

melting 🧸

dancing in the dark 🧸

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꒰ standalone smut, angst, & fluff fics! ꒱

TBD!

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꒰ headcanons! ꒱

older!boyfriend!matt 🧸💌

shy!matt & fuckgirl!reader 🧸💌

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꒰ blurbs! ꒱

space song 🧸

lust for life 💌

big!dick matt trying to fit inside you 💌

matt during arguments ❤‍🩹

matt with a breeding kink 💌

sleepovers with bff!matt 💌

matt watching you shake ass ft. chris 🧸 ( ish? )

matt giving you backshots in fresh love ft. pervy!chris 💌

matt turning his stuffed animals away before he fucks you 💌

matt waking up hard, and waking you up to fuck you 💌

sucking off professor!matt for a better grade 💌

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꒰ extras! ꒱

TBD!

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matt taglist : tbd ( comment to be added! )

[mattslolita]

thriller - c. & m. sturniolo ( 001. )

in which ... you find out the truth about your best friends and their secret on halloween night, under the full moon.

( vampire!chris & black!fem!reader & vampire!matt )

warnings ; blood, death, suggestive, angst, fighting, two separate endings ( matt version, chris version )

"𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

the sun was close to the horizon, almost setting on the west side of the continent. the leaves crunched underneath the shoes of eager children and restless teens, and the soft hum of the october breeze promised a very eventful evening for everyone — halloween was your favorite holiday for this exact reason.

fall was your favorite season, anyway — it was cozy, and the vibes were immaculate in your opinion, which you loved. but the days leading up to halloween are what excited you the most, buying candy to trick or treat and fun parties you'd get invited to. dressing up was one of the best parts as well, cause it was the one night of year where you could wear whatever the hell you wanted without the shame of others. but regardless of halloween, you wore whatever you wanted anyway.

your best friends were having the halloween party this year, just like they had last year — it was somewhat a new tradition of theirs, but you weren't complaining, especially with how big their house was. it sat on a lot of land, and you deemed them pretty much rich.

they were humble though, and more often than you'd like to admit you spent most of your time there with the three triplets brothers — nick was the oldest, and you completely adored him. you'd never say it in front of the other two, but nick had always been your favorite. you loved how easy it had been to talk to him about any and everything, and you were grateful having found such an amazing best friend.

then, there were the other two brothers — matt and chris.

they were your best friends too, of course, but things were slightly more complicated when it came to those two. everything was platonic between you and them, but you wouldn't deny the obvious attraction you felt towards both of the siblings. matt was gentle and understanding with you, always so patient as well. you loved that he was like that with you, which is what attracted you to him. with chris, you'd feel comfortable talking to him about anything — he also brought out the goofier side of you, whilst also putting you on a pedestal and treating you like you were the only girl ever. which is how you constantly found yourself second guessing your relationship with the two of them.

you were sat at your vanity mirror, applying the last bit of makeup to complete your costume — horror movies had always been your favorite, so naturally, you had to dress as one of your favorite slashers.

the eyeliner wing you had finished sat perfectly in place as you grinned at your reflection — the dark red, glittery eye shadow sparkled back at you. you stood up and smoothed out the black leather skirt that rode up your bare, brown thighs accompanied by the black and red striped halter top with sleeves. the final piece was the brown hat that sat atop of your knotless box braids, creating your look — freddy krueger.

nightmare on elm street were one of your favorites, and you had already done ghostface last year — besides, you know you'd get lucky tonight with how good you looked.

the triplet brother's party started soon, so you hurriedly sprayed some perfume on yourself before walking around your desk and to your bed where your small, black juicy couture handbag laid waiting for you.

you took your phone from the dresser and checked the time, seeing it was eight o'clock. a grin overtook your features as you could hear footsteps of children outside — when you walked over to the window, the sky had darkened and a cozy, yet mysterious wind whistled throughout the streets of boston.

with your handbag on your shoulder, you exited your room towards the living room where your younger brother sat with your dad, a bowl of candy sat in between as a film was playing on the flat screen tv.

"woah, y/n!" your brother said with wide eyes, causing you to giggle as you do a spin.

"honey, you sure you wanna go out of the house like that?" your dad asks you, concern lacing his voice as he skims over your outfit, "you sure you'll be okay? you got that pepper spray i got you?"

"dad, why do i need pepper spray when i took that pocket knife from the cabinet?" you accidentally admitted, making his eyes widen.

"you what?"

"nevermind, i'm gonna be fine, okay?" you say quickly, a smile gracing your features as you walked over to both of them. you planted a kiss to your dad's head, then kissed your brother's cheek. "i'll call you if anything happens. have fun!"

"you too!" your brother called after you, waving to you as you wave back cheekily and head out of the house.

the warm nighttime breeze carried a precarious, yet exciting aura as you began to walk down the street — the laughter of the young children have already rang throughout the streets, accompanied by various shouts of "trick or treat!". you smiled at the kids dressed in whatever their hearts desired, enjoying this autumn night with nothing to offer but tricks and treats to all.

the trek to the sturniolo household wasn't too far, as it was the only house down the road that sat alone. as you approached the end of the road where they lived, you could make out the silhouettes of multiple people having arrived already, a lot of them carrying different drinks with them.

excitedly, you make your way up the long driveway in front of you, stopping to greet some people that you recognized — psycho killer by the talking heads blasted throughout the entirety of the house, causing an excited thrill to course through your body; that was definitely picked out by matt, who knew it to be one your favorite 80s songs.

"y/n, you look so good!" a girl dressed as carrie complimented you as you walked inside of the large home.

"girl, you look good too!" you said back.

you looked around the house for the culprits of the party throwing, having not seen them at the moment. the house was decorated with spider webs that lined random areas, with multicolored lights that spilled onto the ceiling. you frowned as your hand rested on your hip, finding it weird that the three boys were nowhere to be found.

"hi y/n," a blonde girl dressed as cher horowitz suddenly says from behind you, causing you to jump a little as you turn to face her.

"oh...hi?" you say, confusion lacing your features. you've never seen this girl in your life honestly, so it was weird how she knew your name.

"nick, matt, and chris told me to keep an eye on you," she tells you, her gaze never wandering as she looks you in the eye.

almost as if she's under some kind of hypnosis?

"um that's sweet, but i don't need nobody to watch me," you tell her sweetly, attempting to walk away.

"stay inside the house, at the party," she tells you, her eyes narrowing and her voice stern.

now, you weren't one to take kindly to people telling you what to do — but for some reason, you felt a little weary at the fact that the triplets had someone watching you, for some reason. maybe they knew something you didn't?

"okay," you nod to her slowly, and she perks up and smiles. she imitates the gesture of having her eyes on you, before she walks away and disappears into the growing crowd of people.

as strange as you felt the interaction to be, you were not about to let it ruin your mood — you went to the nearest table with drinks, deciding on pouring yourself some pink whitney to start you off for the night.

"omg y/n, come here!" some girls from your class squealed, crowding around you as finished pouring your drink.

"hey, y'all!" you say cheerily, holding your cup up and blowing slightly, "i'm finna get so fucked up, i swear."

"I feel you on that one," one girl agrees with you, tipping her cup back as she empties its remnants into her mouth, "let's dance!"

the girls grab your hand just as candy by doja cat reverberates throughout the speakers of the mansion — you let yourself get loose, enjoying how you look in your costume as well as the electric energy flowing through you, and it wasn't just the drink.

an hour had passed by, and you had only had three drinks — you didn't necessarily need to get shit faced to have fun, so you didn't mind it. two guys had already tried flirting with you and playfully gave them the time of day.

but something else was plaguing your mind.

you hadn't seen your best friends at all so far, and it was especially weird considering this was their party. it also made you kind of sad that it seemed like they didn't seem to be looking for you, either. you also wanted to tell them about how great the party was, but they were nowhere to be found.

you slipped away from the dancing crowd, deciding that you were going to find them alone — didn't anyone else find it weird that they couldn't find their hosts?

everybody by the backstreet boys could now be heard, and you looked around to see if you could spot that blonde from earlier anywhere nearby. to your fortune, you were able to slip out the back door without her spotting you.

you smoothed your skirt once again, sighing longingly as you stood on the back patio of the huge mansion. you looked around, and it was slightly comforting that you were the only one outside aside from a couple messily making out near one of the trees nearby.

the mansion was in front of the woods, creating a horror movie kind of aesthetic to their home. you smiled to yourself at the thought, thinking that this whole setting would be perfect for one if it ever came down to it.

a branch snapping caused your head to whip towards the woods again, on high alert. you looked around, but nobody had been there.

looking behind you, you saw that nobody had followed you, so you cautiously began to walk towards the woods in front of you. a cold shiver runs down your spine as leaves prickle underneath your chunky platform boots, and the atmosphere suddenly turns eerie.

it was pitch black except for the party you left, which illuminated onto the creepy looking trees in your vision. a gulp rides down your throat when you reach the first set of trees.

another twig snaps, and your heart races wildly as you can hear your heart thumping in your ears as you continue the trek into the deeper part of the woods. it's eerily quiet, and you can't deny the goosebumps that crawl on your arms. but you were determined — you know that noise didn't just come randomly; you just prayed it wasn't some rogue animal that would come and eat you.

a breeze sifts past you, and you shudder and bring your arms up to run them over each other, feeling the fabric of the ripped halter top. looking up, your eyes have found the full moon — a twinge of red outlines it, casting a reddish glow upon the earth beneath it.

another breeze rushes past you again but this time, you swear you see a figure whiz past you too. rightfully feeling scared now, you turn around to try and catch the figure, but it seemed to have already vanished.

you probably would've been better off listening to the girl who tried to warn you, but you were too stubborn to really listen when you were supposed to.

another twig snaps, and you fully gasp now — you were sure of it now, there was definitely someone, or something that was there with you.

"is someone there?" you manage to say, your voice stern as you address the being who's trying to spook you. "this better not be some sick joke, i'm too sober for this shit."

another whoosh — but this time, the figure wasn't so careful trying to hide themselves, almost as if they wanted you to see them. your heart rate has increased beyond belief, you were sure it would leap out of your chest and onto the floor below you.

"hello?" your voice squeaks, less confident than before.

you make out hushed voices in the distance, causing chills to flood your body as you begin to back up — only, you bumped into a hard chest.

you gasp, but cold, yet familiar hands grip your arms, massaging your tense muscles. "y'know kid, you really should've listened to raleigh back there."

"c-chris?" your voice says, eyebrows furrowed as you turn around to face the man before you.

his cheeks are more sunk in than usual, face as pale as the moonlight above the two of you — his cheekbones are highly accentuated thanks to the moonlit glow. it isn't until he grins down at you, that you notice them.

the sharp, canine teeth that stare back at you.

"w-wha-"

you attempt to back up again, only to be met with yet another chest — the familiar ringed hand holds you in place as goosebumps ride up and down your skin.

"why'd you leave the party, y/n?" matt's voice asks, dangerously close to your ear.

"i just...needed to find you guys," you whisper, eyes still fixated on chris in front of you.

his primal gaze had raked your entire figure, drinking in the sight of your body and all of its curves in your costumes. he runs his tongue over his bottom set of teeth, eyeing you hungrily.

"can you control yourself, please?" matt says again, his grip on you easing only slightly, "when i let go of you y/n, you better not run. got it?"

you nod your head up and down, too focused on chris's gaze which has now darkened as he continues looking down at you — he clicks his tongue as he begins to take a few steps closer to you. "words, princess, we need words."

the nickname rolls off of his tongue so smoothly, embarrassingly having you weak in the knees. "okay."

matt releases his grip on you, your heart still pounding loudly as you take one step forward. slowly, you turn to face matt — his facial features mirror chris's, yet he looks down at you with concern and a sternness as he examines you.

"can one of you explain to me..." you breathe out, watching matt watch you, turning your insides to jelly, "...what's happening?"

chris chuckles from behind you, and you can tell he's shaking his head in disapproval — you hadn't meant to disobey what they asked of you, but your curiosity had gotten the best of you.

and it's how you currently found yourself in this predicament, second guessing everything you ever knew about your best friends.

a cold hand reaches up to massage the base of your shoulder from behind, and you suck in a sharp breath as you melt into chris's touch — his hand grips you firmly, gently tugging you back towards him.

"chris," matt warns, narrowing his icy blue eyes that are now tinged with a darkness.

"oh come on, matt," chris hisses, tilting your head as he moves your braids to the side, staring up at his brother tauntingly, "don't you wanna taste her?"

your eyes widen slightly as matt's gaze seemingly zeroes in over your exposed neck — he senses your vein before he can see it begin to show almost as if he'd hypnotized that part of your body to follow his command. darkness clouds the icy blue in his eyes as veins begin to show under his eyes — his canine teeth protrude out of his mouth as he stares with so much intensity you were almost certain you'd stumble over if it hadn't been for chris's relentless grip on you.

then it happens in the blink of an eye — matt's teeth sink into your exposed flesh.

the thing that surprises you most is not that your best friend had just exposed his supernatural abilities to you, but rather your reaction to it — a needy whimper escapes your throat as chris chuckles darkly from behind you, as matt feeds from the blood that flows through your veins.

a gasp sounds from your lips when matt pulls away, his cold, ringed hand swiping across his mouth as he sticks his middle finger in his mouth to suck off the rest of your sweet blood, whilst keeping eye contact with you.

"and look who couldn't control themselves?" chris taunts, swiping at your neck to get the last drop of your blood, a satisfied groan leaving his lips as he leans down to your ear, "tastes so sweet."

"fuck," matt says, his eyes having gone back to normal as he takes in your shocked and confused expression, "sorry about that, y/n."

"vampire..." you mutter, closing your eyes, "okay, i can live with this. what the actual fuck?"

"uh oh, i think someone's upset with us," chris tsks, causing you to snatch yourself out of grip as you whirl around to face him angrily.

"yeah, i'm mad as fuck," you suddenly hiss, prodding your pointer finger into his chest, "how long have you been keeping this a secret from me?"

"if i'm like one hundred and seven and matt's like one hundred and-"

"chris, i'm serious!" you say, narrowing your eyes at him, then you turn to see matt's guilty expression, "how could you guys keep something like this hidden from me?"

"do you not see what i just did to you, y/n?" matt says sternly, narrowing his eyes at you, motioning to his own neck, "this isn't exactly something you'd want someone you care about to be exposed to."

"even if y'know, you did like that bite," chris whispers in your ear, causing a tingle to go down your spine, "kinky y/n, i like it."

"shut up, christopher," you snap, causing him to put his arms up defensively, yet the hint of a smirk remained on his face. "why did you not feel like you could tell me about...this?"

"we didn't want to risk you looking at us differently," matt explains patiently, "it gets bad, y/n. when we first turned, it took a long time for us to get used to this side of ourselves — fighting the urges and having self restraint was hard when all we craved was the one thing you can't just normally going around feeding on."

you sighed knowingly, having watched the vampire diaries millions of times — only, now it was somewhat your reality. "matt, you know i wouldn't look at you differently. yes this is crazy as fuck, but you'd have to be heartless in order for me to ever hate you."

you smile softly and yank matt down to your level, pulling him in for a hug — you're pretty sure the bite on your neck was as tempting as ever with him being so close to it, but you were more or less focused on showing him your affection.

you pulled away, repeating the same actions with chris. he rests his arms on your lower back area, and you lean into his touch as you let out a sigh on content.

"now, where is nick?" you ask when you pull away from him, resting your hand on your hip.

"listening to this theatrical version of what simply could've been a 'hey y/n, we were turned into vampires about a hundred years ago, don't kill us with a stake please!'," a familiar voice says, before appearing right next to chris.

nick rolls his eyes at his brothers, before looking at you apologetically. "sorry for not telling you about it."

"i get why it was the last thing you wanted to do," you smile at nick softly, both chris and matt looking at you agape.

"so i get poked in my fuckin' chest and we get yelled back, but he practically gets a pat on the back?" chris says, "unbelievable."

"i'm sensing favoritsm," matt huffs, crossing his arms across his chest.

"i thought we already established a while ago that nick was my favorite?" you tease him, causing him to shake his head and scoff.

"what the fuck, are you kidding me?" nick says, his eyes narrowing on the mark on you neck. he walks towards you and examines it closely, before dragging a hand down his face, "which one of you two fucking idiots bit her?"

"imagine the shock when i tell you it was matt," chris snickers, nodding to the second oldest triplet brother.

nick whirls his head around to face matt, narrowing his eyes at him. "did you at least get her permission? if you weren't so careful next time, she could've-"

"yeah, i know, nick," matt glares, glancing over at you, "it's not something that's gonna happen again."

"if somehow you guys can't exactly feed like you need to, i'd be happy to help you, though," you offer, shrugging your shoulders, "as long as y'know, you don't bleed me dry."

"can't make any promises to that, ma," chris grins at you with a wink, causing you to roll your eyes.

"fuck, you're shivering," nick notices, looking upon the goosebumps that riddle your skin, "we need to get back to the party."

"everyone's gonna wonder why we all randomly just came from the woods," you spoke up, as you all began walking towards the beginning of the woods, "probably some secret satanic orgy, except nick's gay so he fucked a tree."

"how does that even- nevermind," nick sighs, causing you to giggle.

"y'know if you really wanna fulfill that fantasy..." chris whispers in your ear, his arm grazing your skirt, causing heat to rise throughout your body.

"you're such a pervert, chris!" you tell him, swatting his arm away from you.

( lilly's section 💌 )

so this was already basically finished before i posted my announcement about needing to take a writing break, so i just wanted to get this out sigh. for my angel girls @muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @luverboychris @guccifrog @nickgetsmewetter ! i love you guys. 💌

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