#the first time I realized I do this was in middle school

[lovesodakid]

shadows of the dark

matt sturniolo x reader

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summary : growing up in the ‘middle of nowhere’ small town in lochcliff, colorado, stories were heard of multiple strange disappearances, murders, animal attacks, and more. when you were younger, you never paid attention to that stuff. now at the age of 17 it’s all you ever hear about. what happens when you realize those ‘stories’ you heard growing up, may not just be scary fairytales people tell their kids.

warning ⚠️ : contains mature themes, smut, gore (nothing insane), angst, etc. this warning is for all chapters.

(this does take some inspiration from tvd!)

chapter 3 : attacks

the rest of the school day didn’t amount to much. every class just explaining what we were going to do and learn for the first semester. i would see matthew out of the corner of my eye, occasionally with christopher and the other one but other than that, nothing.

the second i got home, i decided to take a shower. so i grabbed whatever looked the most comfortable from my closet and made a b-line for the bathroom.

as soon as i stepped into the warm water, i felt my muscles relaxing almost instantly. as if every little droplet was its own pair of tiny hands messaging every crook and tense area in my body.

i did my whole shower routine and after almost an hour, i stepped out and got dressed in a pair of wide leg sweatpants and a grey hoodie.

“y/n! you out of the shower yet?” corbin’s voice calls out. he ended up having a ‘first of the year’ football meeting and practice after school, which ended up causing me having to walk home from school. although i didn’t mind it one bit. the cool air of the colorado afternoon working as the fresh air i’ve been in need of for a long time, the sun hiding behind the cover of clouds causing a scenic landscape with the yellow and red leaves overspreading the ground.

“yeah!” i shout back, exiting the bathroom before making way to my bedroom.

i shut my bedroom door, the click of it indicating to me that it fully shut. i walk to my dresser, pulling out a vanilla scented candle and lighting it, creating a cozy orange luminescence to coat my room. the sound of rain beginning to fall pattering against my window.

i then slide into my bed, covering myself with the white fluffy comforter my mom got me for christmas last year, instantly bringing me to a sense of comfort and relaxation. i pull out my laptop from my nightstand, turning on netfix. after scrolling through the endless options of the app, i decide on putting on a random movie as background noise as i opt on just scrolling through various social media platforms on my phone.

my mind starts to wonder back to matthew and the conversation i had with jayde earlier that day.

“don’t you think it’s a little strange that these two guys - whom have the same last name that no one has even heard of anyone having in years, just..come out of nowhere?” i question her.

“not really. probably just moved away forever ago and just decided not to tell anyone, then move back.”

“yeah maybe.”

it just doesn’t make any sense to me. the last name ‘sturniolo’ hasn’t been talked about in years. let alone someone with the last name living here again. in my whole seventeen years of living on earth, i’ve only ever heard of the name, just making me think that it was a fun little tale to tell everyone to give the boring city of lochcliff a little more character.

could someone just coincidentally have the same last name? sure. but someone with the same last name, living in the same town? it’s all just so strange and confusing.

maybe i’m thinking too much on it and it’s really just nothing and perhaps they’re descendants of their ancestors who once used to live and roam the streets of lochcliff. but, the sturniolo’s were known for never wanting to leave the city they helped found.

which is where my thinking leads to now, my fingers quickly typing ‘carmilla sturniolo and the sturniolo family of lochcliff, colorado.” i click on the search button, the screen instantly bringing me to a page of a newsletter written in 1877.

the lochcliff paddler

march 7, 1877

in the town of lochcliff, colorado, residents celebrate the 2-year anniversary of the founding of the city. james whitlock giving a speech

“yeah not interesting” i mumble to myself as i continue scrolling through the archives of the town.

i continue passing by multiple vintage newsletters, until one catches my eye. causing me to pause and read over it.

a death in lochcliff

october 21, 1898

police in the city of lochcliff warn locals to be aware of an ongoing investigation in the death of carmilla sturniolo. sturniolo was discovered in the home she shared with her husband, theodore, and her three sons. sturniolo was known as the first woman to be a member of the towns council, and her family’s help in founding the city. investigators haven’t shared any specific details with the public on how her death occurred. although, rumors speculate that the people whom stood outside the sturniolo residence as emergency personnel pulled her out of the home, say she looked as is if she had been “mauled by an enraged bear.” police suspect there may have been foul play that took place, their reasoning being the residence looking like, quote on quote : “a bomb went off. glass and bookshelves broken and shattered around the home. two windows completely destroyed.”

theodore hasn’t spoken out about his wife’s passing. the three sons they shared completely disappearing from the town. accusations of the three sons being the cause of death to carmilla sturniolo. others say that they think the sons were kidnapped.

i finish reading the newsletter and turn off my phone with a sigh after learning no new information i didn’t already know. i feel my stomach rumble with hunger, so i stand up and make my way downstairs to the kitchen.

“hi sweetie! how was your first day?” my moms voice chirps as i enter the kitchen. her already cooking as the aroma of spaghetti lingers in the air.

“same old same old. i only have a couple classes with jayde which is a bummer.” i say as i take a seat at at the kitchen island.

she hums as she nods understandingly. “i’m sorry kiddo. did you meet anyone new?”

“technically i didn’t meet him but there’s a new kid in my class. i think he’s a triplet.” i take a sip of my water.

“a triplet? how fun! what’s his or their names?”

“matthew and christopher sturniolo. i don’t know the other one’s name.” i respond, crossing my arms over the table as i watch her draining the water from the noodles.

“sturniolo? huh, haven’t heard that name in a while.” she says, mixing the sauce in with the droopy noodles.

“yeah, i thought it was weird too.”

“what’s weird?” corbin’s voice interrupting our conversation, sound of him now coming down the stairs into the kitchen.

“just this kid in my class. he’s new.” i sigh, as my mom hands me the plate of spaghetti she fixed for me.

he nods his head, taking his own plate of food and plopping down beside me. the next few minutes are filled with silence as corbin and i chow down on our dinner.

the sound of clicking of a remote cuts through the quietness as i see him turning the tv on, the local news being the first image to show up on the tv.

“breaking news, this just in. a teenage girl, seemed to be around the age of 16 to 18, found dead in the woods after a party thrown by high schoolers took place.” the tv anchor reports. “an animal attack being the reasoning of her death. more details will be shared shortly.”

a/n : the newsletter was so much fun to write tbh. anyways hello new part :) i have so many plans for ts im so excited

[oobbbear]

I subconsciously bite my hand n’ arm

[dusty-pistol]

What does a fella do when you wanna talk with your moots, but you don't know HOW or WHAT to say? I wanna SOCIALIZE I wanna MAKE FRIENDS, but I also have a really big issue with not knowin what to say, so I accidentally leave people on read, and then I feel guilty. I swear I'm cool and fun to be around!! I just need to talk more

[greyslates]

rewatching black butler for the nostalgia in 2023

[aiscapades]

i'm just traumatized by being given like the most popular name of the early 2000s and having 8 other Ashleys in every class growing up

[chickenbyday]

So I was supposed to be asleep three hours ago so take this with a grain of salt but. I think bdsm could have fixed Tyler durden.

[heartual]

reading easier level books with the open dyslexic font is actually making reading fun again 2 me

[echoesofadream]

Actually what do I study if I am kind of a little bit a stem-girlie but also really definitely not. And I like psychology, religion, languages and linguistics, cultural anthropology/ethnography. Like maths (algebraic, bad at numbers), abhor statistics, like physics (but really bad at a lot of it), dislike chemistry, is okay with biology but not extremely passionate about it quite lukewarm really though medicine is my favorite aspect of it and i kind of like it. Well?

[fatelcved]

i’ll have y’all know that i was ready to pass out before i saw this silly lil video which made me wanna make a silly lil guy and now we got a backstory and personality and brain rot over a new oc 💜

[rosicheeks]

🎶

[dweebstatus4ages]

💜😊

[britneyshakespeare]

So I was back to subbing at the elementary school today, which as I've mentioned is my favorite place to work. In some ways it's just the most comfortable to me; this is now my fourth year in a row I've had some kind of job associated with kids of that age group who attend that school, so I know a lot of the students and faculty. Actually, a lot of the faculty who work there today have been working there since I was a student.

Most of them recognized me immediately when I started showing my face there, like I didn't graduate from there over a decade ago, age 11. There was one para, who now works as a library assistant, but who used to monitor lunch and recess. I didn't remember her name but I knew her face. The first time she saw me subbing she was just like "oh, hi Diana."

I was talking to her this morning before school started because a first grade teacher unexpectedly called out, so I filled in for her for the first hour of the day before I started the job I clocked in for and a replacement could be found. But this library assistant usually leads the morning meetings with this first grade class and would help me with attendance and all those other beginning-of-the-day responsibilities.

She was saying to me "You know, why don't you work here full time? You're good with kids. You'd be good at it." In other small talk we'd had last year she had asked me similar things, like if I'd ever consider taking up a steady job at the elementary school, how my school was going, etc. I'm in between college right now but currently not taking classes. And I mentioned how I'm trying to take more sub jobs at the middle and high school so I get more well-rounded—that actually is the age group my education major is in. I've been working with the preschool-to-fifth-grade age range but my plan has always been middle-to-high school English.

And I was telling her about that, and I was like "You know what? When I tell people I want to teach older kids, some say to me stuff like 'oh you never know, you might change your mind'—and only recently I've been wondering if I really would. But I hate it when they're right!"

And that made her laugh. But it's true! I do really love working with the littles, as it turns out. Been doing it several years now. But in terms of anyone who's ever mentioned that to me unprompted, I wanna be like... hey, what do you know?!?!

[astrxealis]

fun story i got the dlc of 'a date with death' at school LMFAO ..... i have cash but not gcash (it's a filipino thing) so i was talking w my friend in class who also played the game (and she calls me a nerd /pos a lot lol) and i was like i want the dlc but i have no gcash... and she was like ok i'll give you gcash..... enabler ....... but also she wants me to tell her abt it so. ^_^ ecks dee

[absolutelygorkedmydude]

Uh. Got a little carried away in the tags. But this is very interesting!

little joel on youtube got me wondering what the percentage is actually like. please reblog so i can get more responses and thus a more representative data pool for my demographic of "people who use tumblr in 2023"

[kerosene-saint]

but what if the torment will never be over and I just have to live in hell forever now.

[steviescrystals]

my tags on the post i just reblogged got me thinking so here’s my current stream of consciousness