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@hauntedxchris
ABOUT ESTRELLA (me) ‼️
hi!! im estrella, im 15 and i hope you'll love my account :) <3 - thelesbiannickversion on insta!
I'm from Belgium. I follow grafics on school, my favorite subject and teacher.
i love the sturniolo triplets aswell as tara yummy, conan gray, olivia rodrigo, jake and johnnie, sam and colby, larri (larray), nai and so many more😭
I'll mostly post stupid stuff on this or repost stupid shit.
if you have any questions lmk!!!
i love you!
xx estrella ❤️
this is the most insane video of enhypen ever
max verstappen - christmas 2024
via kelly piquet on instagram
HEY GUYS IM BACK FROM THE DEATH!!!
i kinda deleted tumblr bc i thought i didnt need it
merrryyyy christmaaasssss
i don’t give a damn what anyone says the relationship between madison beer and the triplets IS SO CUTE. yall are just hatersss 😓😓
what if i say me nd my gf broke up and im crying and she’s not?
would this be something you guys want me to post?? 😅
YES PLEASE
fuck no
someone bully me into finishing this. 😭
OKAY IM GONNA WRITE IT 🤗
dont know when i’m gonna finish but i wont leave u guys hanging for long! <3
TAG ME PLEASE, GRACIE AND MATT ARE MY FAVORITE EVER
literally how can someone be so fucking pretty i actually cant rn
madison always serves face and body every fucking time
shes hot as fuck
GONE - M. STURNIOLO (matthew sturniolo x reader)
warnings; no use of y/n , super angsty , death , car crash , funeral , crying , hmmm lmk what else
major warning; this is a super rough topic to write about, if you don’t like the idea of reading something where matt passes, then please do not continue reading. this is purely fiction, and in no way, shape, or form am i trying to spread misinformation and claim that matt is seriously dead. this is just a thought i had (about readers grieving process and sort of the reaction). if you don’t like it, don’t read it. if i receive hate from this, anons and comments will be turned off. - xoxo emmy.
early sunday morning my phone buzzed. over and over. not the sound of an alarm, but a sound of a phone ringing. my phone ringing. i rolled over, reaching for the device and swiping to answer the call. before i could even get a word in another voice spoke, the voice of my boyfriends mother.
“hey baby, could you come over today?” she asked, her voice raw with hurt, and it seemed to be breaking more by the second.
“of course, when would you like me to come over?” worry laced in my voice.
“now, please..” she said. something was up. something was wrong. i had to get there. i don’t remember much after saying our goodbyes, and me entering my car. but i do remember arriving. the door to matt’s childhood home cracked open. my sweet soon to be mother-in-law looked sorrowful, her usually rosy cheeks were stained with tears. she pulled me inside.
“sit down for this..” she said, not as a question, but more as a command. her tone and her appearance made me more and more worried as seconds passed.
“what’s wrong momma?” momma. something i became accustomed to calling her after hearing matt call her that endless times. i didn’t sit down. i stood my ground. what was wrong..?
“just sit down,” she says one last time, her voice filled with hurt. “im sorry.. i didn’t mean to raise my voice. it’s just-“
at this point i began to tear up aswell, not because of this odd situation i found myself in, but because of the somber look on one of my favorite peoples face.
“it’s matt, baby. he’s,” her voice cracking and her eyes heavy. “gone.”
i racked my brain for an explanation.. “gone”. 20 year old boys don’t just go, matt couldn’t be “gone” he was in boston. he is in boston. his hometown. the place we met, and the place he had brought me to this weekend just because.
i tried to read her face. she stepped closer and pulled me in for a hug. “dead, honey. he’s dead.”
11:47 pm, on july 19th, 2024, matthew bernard sturniolo was pronounced dead on the scene. my matthew. my boyfriend of three years. he wasn’t alive.
that hit me hard. i felt like i couldn’t breathe. my vision went black, and my ears were ringing. the silence between me and his mother was deafening. i dropped to the floor. curled into a ball like an infant. matt wasn’t dead. matt was in boston with me. matt was in boston with his brothers and mom and dad. matt was alive. my eyes cried all of the tears they could, and eventually i could stand up and walk around through the house in search of matt.
“matt,” i call out. “matthew — he’s not here baby.” marylou interrupts. i don’t believe her, i can’t believe her. this is some sick, sick joke. matt is alive. and he’s here in his house, waiting for me to find him.
i make my way up to the boys childhood bedroom, that’s where he had been when i left last night to go stay in my hotel room that i had gotten in hopes of giving the family a more proper visit. a visit without their son’s girlfriend constantly being in the way. ripping the bandaid off, and turning the nob to open the door, the sight in front of me made me want to cry all over again. two boys, with the same face as matt, crying the same way i had been just moments before. somehow seeing his brothers made it hurt even more. they were my best friends, but they were him, they were in nearly every way the exact same as him.
as the boys calmed down, i sat on the couch downstairs beside them. i needed to know the story, apparently. but what i really wanted was to see matt, and what i needed more than anything was for him to be back here, in boston, with me. he’d be here forever, forever in boston, forever 20, even as his brothers age, he’ll always be 20.
“matt had been driving, it was raining, and a car with no headlights on crashed into him. he swerved into a ditch.. they declared him dead on scene.” jimmy said, his voice wavering. marylou sat beside him, too distraught to speak now. “nick and chris were there too, matt just wasn’t as fortunate.”
the other boys hadn’t sustained any injuries. small cuts could be found on them from shattered glass, and both would be on concussion watch until further notice. they were alive. but not matt, not my sweet boy. my sweet boy who loves — loved to drive his brothers around, even when they took advantage of it. my sweet boy who never failed to make me laugh or smile on a rough day. my sweet matty who was supposed to be my husband, and the father to my children. my sweet matt was gone. gone as in not returning, gone as in dead, dead as in dead.. like really, really gone. this was real now.
the next few days were chaos. we had his wake. so many peoples showed up, lots sharing sweet memories and interactions with him. i think it was supposed to make me feel better, but it truly didn’t. nick and chris, my bestest friends put on a calm and brave facade. but i knew they weren’t okay either.
his funeral service was beautiful. it would’ve been better if it wasn’t for him. it would’ve been better if i had the chance to say goodbye. the entire service, i sobbed violently. it somehow made this whole thing feel so much more real. jimmy held onto his wife. she hadn’t stopped crying in days, i don’t blame her. no parent should live longer than their child. and nick and chris shouldn’t have to go on without him. seeing justin was nice. just wish it was under better circumstances.
at the end of the service, i approached his coffin. his final resting place. his funeral was closed casket due to the impact he suffered in the crash. i laid my head on the cold metal just feeling the boy close one last time. i think that might’ve been the last thing i will ever feel. for now im just numb. and it’ll stay that way forever. or until i meet my sweet boy again.
divs by @/anitalenia
open to possibly writing pt2 on this one, feedback is so heavily encouraged (be kind, i am just a girl 😓).
excuse me i need p2 so bad
chris please… LET ME IN!! LET ME BE APART OF THE SEQUEL MY GODDDD 😁🙏
character ai got me SWEATING WTF
Now how the fuck did u break the filter.
guys its not hard😭😭 just use words like instead of “BOOBIESSS” use like breasts or what so ever
something abt matt in the sam and colby video
PHHHHHEEEEEEWWWWWWW
“She’s like my older sister” “he’s me in another universe” translation: I have para social relationship and don’t know what grass feels like
damn couldnt handle not being anonymous? and darling i do know very well what grass feels like im a photographer ❤️
since people dont get it and give me hate,
johnnie saved me because of his sillyness and because he talked about his mental health and helped me not attempt a few times, jake saved me because he’s funny, tara saved me because she’s like my older sister, nick saved me because he made me feel comfortable about being a lesbian, chris helped me because he’s me in another universe, matt saved me because his talks about his anxiety helped me, sam saved me because he makes me feel proud of myself and colby helps me to feel comfortable about cancer in the family.
thank you.
xoxo stella, taking a break :)
NAH BC WHEN I CATCH YOU WHEN I CATCH YOU
WHOS SNITCHING WHOS SNITCHED
Y’ALL GO AND REPORT THE ACCOUNT
guys what if its matt..
Matt is my little nerd bf
“Hogwarts Legacy 🌝”
i live for hogwarts legacy matt because harry potter is one ofy favorite movies ( all of them )
Yall remind me to do this 😉🙏🙏🙏
tag me 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
