Speeding Car - Matt Sturniolo

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Pairing : y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary : After six years with your boyfriend Alex, you start to mentally check out. At a UCLA party, Alex reconnects with his childhood friend Emily, who proposes a double date with her boyfriend Matt. Your attraction to Matt grows as he pays you the first real attention you've had in years, sparking a complicated emotional journey.

Warnings : MDNI, drinking, angst

A/n: This is my first ever piece of writing so please go easy on me. Since it is my first time writing and it is a series please be patient with me! I do intend of posting parts frequently, but I am also going on a 2 week holiday this weekend so i’ll try my best <3

‘Y/n are you nearly ready?’ My boyfriend shouted from the bathroom.

‘Almost’ I replied, shoving one of my gold hoops in my left earlobe piercing.

We were going to an ‘End of Summer’ party on the UCLA campus. One last blow out before the new school year began. My boyfriend, Alex, was in his Junior year of school there, majoring in Economics. I decided college wasn’t for me within the first couple months of my Senior year of High School, so following Alex wherever he went and picking up a shitty retail job for the foreseeable seemed to be the most logical thing for me to do at the time.

We stepped onto the packed UCLA campus. The summer heat was still present, even as the sun dipped below the horizon. I walked hand in hand with Alex, a touch I haven’t felt in a while. It felt nice to be shown off for once. Alex and I have been together for six years, but somewhere along the way, the spark that once was so strong in our relationship had dimmed, atleast in my eyes. I had been feeling a sense of detachment, it had been growing in my chest for months. It was a weird feeling, being present and absent at the same time. Being exhausted from trying to get what I knew I deserved out of the relationship and grieving the way we were in the beginning, hanging onto the thoughts of what could’ve been.

We never went on dates, the flirting had stopped, getting a compliment was very few and far between. The only time we would spend together was watching Netflix on the couch, so being invited along to this college party tonight struck me as effort on his behalf. I had begged him for months to make more of an effort with our relationship. So tonight, I promised myself I would try. For him, and for us.

“Want a drink?” Alex asked as he turned back to me, shouting over the music.

“Yeah, a vodka lemonade please ” I replied. He nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. I stood near the door, pulling up the waistband on my high waist jeans out of awkwardness, scanning the room for a familiar face but recognizing no one.

As I took in my surroundings, my eyes caught a girl with dark brown hair, who seemed to be making her way towards me. She had a wide smile that seemed oddly familiar. It made me question myself if I had ever met her before. Before I could piece it together in my head, Alex reappeared with two red solo cups, handing one to me.

“Oh my god? Alex!” the girl called, her voice slightly screeching. Alex turned, and his face dropping before lighting up with a mix of surprise and joy.

“Emily?!” he exclaimed. They embraced in an enthusiastic hug - more affection shown to a random girl in 3 seconds than I had received in 3 months. A slight hit of jealousy got me.

“I knew it was you! What are you doing here?” The girl gushed, pulling back to look at him while both wrapped in each others arms.

“Wow, it’s been what, eight years?” Alex replied. “I’m majoring in Economics, what are you doing here?”

That’s when the penny dropped. Emily was Alex’s childhood best friend. I had heard multiple, multiple, stories about her over the years. They lived next door to each other since they were 3, until Emily and her family moved to Austin when they were 14, two years before Alex and I started dating. From this point on, I knew the relationship between them was strictly platonic, more of a brother/sister type of love.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! I’ve just transferred to here from TSU, I’m majoring in Economics too!” she wept with joy. “And who’s this? Is this the girl you post sometimes on Instagram?” Emily said as she pulled her focus on to me, my eyes nearly twitching at the word sometimes.

“This is Y/n, my girlfriend, we’ve been together six years now” Alex introduced us, as I flashed a smile.

“Nice to meet you, Emily” I said warmly, extending a hand. She shook it, giving me a sweet smile. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“All good things, I hope” Emily joked, as I took a sip of my drink. It was stronger than I expected, “Definitely” I laughed while slightly wincing at the pungent wave of alcohol in my mouth. “Alex and I go way back. We were practically inseparable in elementary and middle school”

I nodded, as I knew I was about to listen to a relay of information i’ve already heard before. He had spoken of her often, his childhood best friend, lost to time and distance. Eight years apart, yet their bond seemed untouched. I watched as they fell into easy conversation, reminiscing about old times. Emily’s presence seemed to revive a part of Alex that I hadn’t seen in years. He was ecstatic, almost with a new sparkle in his eye, and his laughter seemed genuine. Although I knew they were friends it confused me how he couldn’t give this type of attention to his girlfriend.

I poured myself another drink as the two had made their way over to one of the couches in the living area so they could continue on their catch up. I sat physically on the arm of the two seater couch they were sharing. They shared memories about one of their middle school dances while I sat mentally in my own thoughts. I was really hoping tonight would rekindle a relationship of some form, not realising it wouldn’t be ours. Maybe i need to be a liiiiiittle more specific with this whole manifesting thing.

Eventually, Emily’s eyes met mine again. “Y/n, why don’t you join in, tell me one of your favourite memories with Alex!” she called out, trying to get me involved in the conversation. “I should have invited my boyfriend, Matt, he’s quite quiet like you too, you’d get on like a house on fire!” Emily exclaimed.

“Sorry the alcohol has gone to my head a bit faster than I thought it would” I said, trying to come up with a valid enough excuse to cover up why I’m not speaking.

I’m happy for Alex, I really am. I just wished this could have happened at a coffee shop or something, not when I’m trying to see if I can salvage something from our relationship.

Emily looked back to my boyfriend. “Al maybe you should get Y/n home if she’s feeling too drunk right now, we can organise a double date sometime this week to continue our catch up and we can introduce our partners to eachother!”

"That sounds like a great idea! I’ll DM you sometime tomorrow on Instagram.” Alex suggested.

I forced a nod. Somehow, pretending to be too drunk to get myself out of this situation has only landed me further into it. The idea of another couple entering our dynamic is both intriguing and daunting, maybe their relationship is like ours where it’s almost fizzled out? but what if I see they have an amazing relationship and it makes me resent mine even more.

Alex ordered us an Uber and we said our goodbyes to Emily, promising to arrange that double date soon. We weren’t walking hand in hand like we did when we entered the party. It made me feel as if there was something wrong with me. We both walked around separate sides of the Uber. I opened the door for myself and slid onto the back seat, leaning my head again the car window. Suddenly my phone lit up as I received a notification.

“Emily Johnson (@emmyjohns) has requested to follow you.”

I waited until we got home to accept the request, you know, trying to cling onto the whole too drunk to function act I had put on. Alex held my hand while walking up the stairs to our apartment, he must of fallen for my act too, since I was now getting attention again.

"Wasn't that great? I can't believe we ran into Emily" Alex says as he unlocked our front door.

“Yeah it was great to finally put a face to the name” I replied while I walk into our room to change into my PJs, leaving Alex in the kitchen.

He pours me a glass of water and sets it on my bedside locker before he gets into our bed. “Come join me” Alex whispers, gesturing at the free space beside him. “Let me brush my teeth first” I replied. If it’s one thing about me drunk, fake drunk or sober, my teeth are being brushed before I get into bed. Alex rolled his eyes at my response and by the time I finished in the bathroom he was out cold.

Shocker.

I turned off the lights in our room and slipped into bed beside him. I picked up my phone to check the time before I noticed a message on Instagram that came in 10 minutes ago.

“Hey girlie…”

a/n : sorry i’ve left a cliffhanger lol, we’ve met the idea of Matt but he’ll be fully introduced in the next chapter. I’ll post chapter 2 tomorrow bc I don’t want to leave it too long before properly introducing him.

taglist : @muwapsturniolo @anitahunt333 @sturnfannn @chrissfavhoe @jayde510

anyone else thinking the same thing?

chris sturniolo. the things you do to me.

HELLOO

WELCOME TO “LUST” ── MATTHEW STURNIOLO

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 . . . has been on her own since eighteen, the day her parents decided she wasn’t worth the expectations that came with their wealth. Disowned and left to fend for herself, she drifted into the life of a midnight ballerina, dancing for enough cash to survive. But the job ate at her. So when she heard about a discreet maid position with unbelievably good pay, she took it without hesitation. She just didn’t realize she’d stepped straight into the hands of the worst men in the city.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 . . . has been ruthless for as long as he can remember. Crime wasn’t a choice for him or his brothers, it was a lifestyle. He devoted his life to the family business, earning the trust and fear of every man in his circle. And in his rare free time, he drowned himself in women, bars, and whatever pleasure came quickest. But when his gaze falls on his brother’s new maid, everything shifts. For the first time, the man who only knew bad intentions feels something dangerously close to… good ones.

➤ series warning . . . contains sensitive themes. tw's will be put at the beginning of each scene !! This story is extremely clichéd (I am aware that the power imbalance in this work may not resonate with every reader).

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 & 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ::

➝ introduction scene 01 scene 02 scene 3 scene 4 | to be continued . . .

© 𝐂𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐍𝐎𝐕 '𝟐𝟓

Synopsis for Divine Lover: Chris and Y/n happened to meet under unfortunate circumstances. But the question is do you blame coincidence or fate?

⚠︎ : read at your own leisure. this series will include sensitive topics. mental health issues. violence. substance abuse. smut.

Part 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6 pt 7 pt 8 pt 9

Graduation was 3 months ago. My life since then has been boring. Not that it wasn’t boring before considering I didn’t really have an eventful high school experience. The most excitement I get nowadays comes from my waitress job. Where I just so happened to meet my one and only best friend Mia. 

My days currently consist of work, doomscrolling and sleep. Technically I’ve lived on my own since I turned 18. Moving out on graduation day, not even thinking twice about it. But even when I lived with my mother I was on my own back then too. 

My mother hasn’t reached out to me since I moved out. Probably too busy trying to find her new drug fixation. Last time I saw her she was screaming at me. Asking how she was going to be able to pay for rent if I wasn't there. Because as soon as I turned 16 and got a job I was the one who paid the bills. Just so she could use whatever little money she had on drugs and impulsive decisions. 

Independence was something I learned early on. Not necessarily by choice, but it was a necessity if I wanted to stay alive. So if anything, living alone was a type of freedom I enjoyed and yearned for since a young age. 

As I sit in my apartment and scroll through social media I realized I hadn’t done anything productive today. It made me feel icky. So I decided to get up, put some clothes on and go for a walk. 

As I walked around the neighborhood the sun was setting. It was peaceful. I thought about texting Mia and asking her to hangout. But I realized she worked today and was probably exhausted. 

As I continued to walk down the block I thought about my mother. What she could possibly be doing these days. If she’s even alive. If she’ll ever realize how fucked up her actions and choices are. And just as my thoughts were about to spiral I'm pulled back into reality when I hear shouting coming from a little bit down the street.

“You can’t just fucking leave!” I hear a man’s voice yell. And then I see a boy, who looks my age storm out of a house and walk in my direction. “Get back here!” I hear as an older man steps out of the front door and onto the porch. “Fuck you!” the boy who’s my age yells back towards the older man before continuing to walk in my direction.

“Don’t fucking come back you piece of shit!” the older man yells. My movement comes to a stop. Frozen and curious. Also kind of scared. The boy my age notices me finally. And as he gets closer I now see that his eye is black and his nose is bleeding. 

I stood in place on the sidewalk. Not knowing what to do. “Fuck you looking at?” the boy asks as his steps bring him closer to me. “Are you okay?” I asked. He stops once he gets in front of me, about 3 feet apart. 

“I’m fine. Mind your business” he snaps, looking at me with annoyance on his face. “I’m sorry. You just don't look too good right now” I responded awkwardly. The boy’s breathing is heavy and unsteady. 

“Do you have a car by chance?” he asks. “Um- I mean I live around the corner. Do you need a ride or something?” I ask. “Yeah could you take me across town. My car is in the shop and I need to get the fuck away from here” he says. 

“Um- okay just follow me back to my place” I said. He follows behind me as we walk back to my place. My nerves are unsettled. I wanted to ask what happened. I wanted to know why he had a black eye and bloody nose. But I figured now wasn’t the time or place to ask. 

I also wondered why I agreed to give a ride to a stranger. I could have just continued to walk and act invisible. But I didn’t, and now we stood in front of my place looking at each other. “You have to let me clean the cut on your eye” I said. 

“What? I didn’t ask for you to try and become a doctor. I asked for a ride” he said. “I know. But the cut can easily get infected” I responded. He stared at me with confusion on his face. “You don’t even know me. I could rob you right now and your offering to clean a cut on my face” he responds. 

I stared back at him. He had a point. He really did. But I was stubborn. 

“Fine” he said, finally giving in. 

I walked him into my apartment. He followed me to my bathroom and watched as I pulled out a first aid kit. I grabbed a cloth and ran it under warm water. And then I pulled out a saline solution. 

“Okay stand still” I said. He stood in front of me as I gently pressed the cloth onto the cut on his eye. I tried my best to be cautious. He stared down at me and our eyes locked as I held the cloth to the cut. 

“What’s your name?” he asked. “Y/n” I said. “What’s yours?” I questioned. “Chris” he said. 

After cleaning the cut and putting a tiny bandaid on him he washed the dried up blood from his nose with warm water. “Okay now that your done playing doctor can you take me to my friends house?” he asked. I nodded my head. 

The car ride was silent. The only noise heard was when he was giving directions. “Turn left, okay now after the stoplight turn right”. 

Once we were parked in front of im assuming his friends house he thanked me for the ride. “You didn’t have to play hero tonight. I appreciate you though” he said. “Yeah. Hope everything's okay” I said quietly. 

He stared into my eyes like he was searching for something. Silence fell over us for a couple seconds. “Could you possibly do me a favor and not tell anyone what you saw” he said. His voice sounding a little nervous. “Yeah. Didn’t see anything” I respond.

“Alright cool. Thanks. It was nice to meet you y/n” he said, a tired smile appearing on his lips. I nod my head and then he gets out of the car. “Be safe” I yell out. He turns around and winks. 

The entire drive home felt unreal.

I’m sorry this is the most hottest edit I’ve ever seen. Like omg the way he climbs uppppp omg. Like if he was coming back up for being on his knees omg let me stop.

Need this in my veins

I’m sorry this is the most hottest edit I’ve ever seen. Like omg the way he climbs uppppp omg. Like if he was coming back up for being on his knees omg let me stop.

Need this in my veins

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Chapter 1

Boxes shuffled against the dusty floor, cardboard scratching against the wood. The house looks as empty as it feels. A grey couch sits in the middle of the living room, plain and lifeless. I wanted the green fabric. It was softer, the cushions less brick-like. But what I wanted didn’t matter. It never did.

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Prologue

Love. A word that felt bittersweet on my tongue. At times, it felt sour, the four letters making my face twinge with an uncomfortable pain. Othertimes, it was relief, but not the kind that felt good, more like the eye of a tornado. Chaos, but at least you can breathe for just a second.

“I love you,” he whispers, his tone heavy with an apologetic melody. I nearly believe it for a second. But I don’t, because I know better by now.

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Summary: Y/n is stuck surviving in an abusive marriage. After moving to a new town, she’s now more isolated than ever. Or maybe not…Matt’s never been one to socialize with strangers, but something made him go up to her. Call it instinct.

CW: 18+ mature. Series parts will have warnings based on each chapter. Topics like abuse, cheating, and depression will be involved heavily.

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© pepsipoet. est august ‘25

Sinners (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

We Make Three- M.S

summary: the day stepdad!matt gets called 'dad' by y/n's son for the first time after two years. (a little extra something at the end)

cw: slight cursing, bit of angst, fluff, mentions of a toxic relationship and slight mention of abortion

an: thank you to this anon for the wonderful idea, i've never seen any fics about this so i decided to go with it. don't forget my inbox is always open | reminder: if this isn't your cup of tea you don't have to read it, i have many other fics :)

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It's been two years since both Matt and Y/n have started dating. Despite her having a son, Matt wanted her either way. He's seen little Cameron go from an almost three year old toddler to a five year old child. Cameron had always wanted a dad ever since he started to understand the idea of a father when he would watch his cartoons at the age of three.

He would mention it from time to time to Y/n and she had to explain to him why he didn't have a father. However, she gave him the simplified version. Something an almost three year old would understand.