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Their random pair group science project in THE 70s
CHRIS & HAMZAH – ELECTRICITY
Why They Got Paired: Mr. Calloway assigned them when they both took too long picking a partner.
Where They Worked: Chris’s basement, but mostly just goofed off.
How They Split the Work: Chris insisted he had a “vision” for the project but did no actual research. Hamzah tried to take notes but kept getting sidetracked by Chris’s nonsense.
Final Grade: C-.
WORKING TOGETHER
Chris and Hamzah met up at Chris’s house on Saturday afternoon, but calling it a “work session” would be a stretch. Chris’s basement was dimly lit, old band posters peeling off the walls, a stack of records leaning against a dusty turntable. A single lightbulb flickered overhead, which Chris immediately used as a teachable moment.
“See that?” he said, pointing dramatically. “Electricity, man. That’s our project right there. The light flickers, and boom. science.”
Hamzah exhaled through his nose. “That is literally not how that works.”
Chris flopped onto the couch, tossing a football in the air. “Yeah, but like… imagine if we just walked in, pointed at the lights, and said, ‘Electricity. You need it. We got it.’ Then sat back down.”
Hamzah ran a hand down his face. “I cannot fail this class, dude.”
Chris sat up, suddenly serious. “You think I’m gonna let you fail? Trust me, I got this.”
He did not have this.
By the time Sunday night rolled around, all they had was a half-finished poster with the words Electricity: It’s Important! scrawled across the top in marker. Hamzah, fully resigned to his fate, shook his head.
“We’re bombing this.”
Chris grinned. “Nah, man. We got charisma. That’s half the battle.”
PRESENTATION DAY
Standing at the front of the classroom, Chris tried to hold it together. Hamzah, on the other hand, was already choking back laughter.
“Alright,” Chris started, gripping the edge of the poster like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “So, electricity. You need it. We got it.”
Hamzah pressed a fist to his mouth, shoulders shaking.
“It’s, uh… real important,” he managed, voice cracking slightly.
Chris cleared his throat.
“Right. So. Electricity comes from, uh, power plants… and lightning. And, like, when you plug stuff in, boom. It works.”
Mr. Calloway pinched the bridge of his nose. “Explain the diagram.”
Chris turned to their hastily drawn diagram of a battery, wires, and a lightbulb, none of which were labeled.
“Right, so you got electrons. They, uh, zoom through wires—”
Hamzah, tears in his eyes while scratching the back of his neck, added, “Not scientifically accurate, but sure.”
Chris powered through.
“And they make stuff work. That’s basically it.”
A silence hung in the air. Then, from the back of the room, Nate muttered, “Genius.”
The class erupted into laughter.
MANDY & QUEN – PHOTOSYNTHESIS
Why They Got Paired: They picked each other.
Where They Worked: The library, but mostly spent time laughing, giggling, gossiping.
How They Split the Work: Mandy did the research. Quen made the project visually appealing and cute.
Final Grade: A-.
WORKING TOGETHER
Mandy and Quen sat at a library table, surrounded by open textbooks and crumpled notes.
“So, photosynthesis,” Mandy said, flipping through a book. “It’s how plants turn sunlight into energy. They take in carbon dioxide and release oxygen.”
Quen twirled a pen between her fingers. “So, plants are out here minding their business, making their own food, not needing anyone?”
Mandy smirked. “Exactly.”
Quen tapped her chin. “Independent queens. Love that.”
Mandy rolled her eyes but was clearly amused. “Yes, Quen. Plants are independent queens.”
Quen grinned and started sketching a tree with sunglasses onto their poster.
PRESENTATION DAY
Mandy stood confidently at the front of the room while Quen adjusted their colorful poster on the chalkboard.
“Photosynthesis is the process in which plants convert sunlight into energy,” Mandy explained.
Quen nodded, leaning into the mic. “Basically, plants are self-sufficient badasses.”
Mr. Calloway sighed. “Academic language, please.”
Mandy fought a smile. “Right. Plants absorb sunlight through chlorophyll, take in carbon dioxide, and release oxygen. It’s why we can breathe.”
Quen gasped. “Breathing?! I love doing that.”
The class chuckled.
MATT & MARTIN – THE SCIENCE OF SOUND
Why They Got Paired: They were the last ones left.
Where They Worked: Martin’s attic, surrounded by random junk.
How They Split the Work: Matt tried to keep things on track. Martin kept derailing into weird facts.
Final Grade: B.
WORKING TOGETHER
Matt sat on the floor with a notebook, actually trying to work. Martin was balancing a spinning record on one finger.
“Did you know the loudest sound ever recorded was from a volcano in 1863?” Martin said suddenly.
Matt sighed. “Martin.”
“People heard it from 3,000 miles away. Imagine just chillin’ and then—BAM—volcano.”
“Martin, focus.”
“This is focus.”
Matt gave up.
PRESENTATION DAY
Matt cleared his throat. “Sound is made when vibrations travel through the air and reach your eardrum.”
Martin grinned. “Also, dolphins use echolocation, which means they’re basically underwater superheroes.”
Matt exhaled slowly. “Please ignore him.”
Mr. Calloway rubbed his temples.
“Moving on.”

Mr. Calloway sat back in his as the bell rang chair, rubbing his temples as the last presentation ended. Some were disasters, some were impressive, and some were just… what they were.
“Alright,” he said. “Let’s just hope the next two project turns out better.”
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in my head all my 70s au characters all go to a school called Brighton High School and they’re all seniors having the time of their lives before college with their different friend groups. Interacting every so often in classes for projects and school fights and bullying freshman together.
How they would dress in THE 70s
Slushy Noobz
hamzah..
jeans, bell bottoms, graphic tee, chunky belts, leather jacket, adidas, no color coordination, less effort, tucked shirts, plain
martin..
just nerdy, plaid, button ups, vests, stripes, belts, tucked shirts, skinnier bell bottoms, used to get dress by his mom majority of his childhood, white converse
mandy..
light colors, plaid, skirts skirts skirts, blue, yellows, pinks, browns, chunky shoes, headbands, floral print, girly girl, charm bracelets, cutesy
Sturniolos
chris..
tanks, big tees, bell bottoms, flares, baggy jeans, big belts, plain colors, rings, thrift, same pair of converse, open chest
matt..
basically chris just with more effort, flares, bell bottoms, stripes, plaid, scrunched up sleeves, jackets, wrist accessories, graphic tees, versatile, chunky belts
nick..
fashion icon, diva, necklaces, sweaters, layered collars, cleaner, more effort, doc martins, converse, jackets, v necks
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FROSTED FLAKES pt.2
In the summer of ‘76,, Matt meets a walking social disaster. In simpler terms.. a girl. I know. Matt Sturniolo and girls aren’t exactly a match made in heaven. But maybe this one is an exception?
Matt Sturniolo wasn’t a guy people noticed. He was the one on the edge of every conversation, hands shoved in his pockets, nodding along but never speaking. He existed in the background, the human equivalent of white noise, there, but never quite there. And he was okay with that.
But for some reason, ever since that day at the grocery store, he kept noticing her.
At first, it was just a passing thought. A flash of curls and big brown eyes somewhere in the back of his mind. Then, it was something worse, a weird, nagging feeling, like he was waiting for something. Like maybe he’d run into her again.
Except summer stretched long and hazy, and she didn’t show up anywhere. Not at the record store when he went with Nick. Not at Nate’s house, where the air was thick with the scent of weed and cheap cologne. Not even at the parties Chris dragged him to, where everyone blended together into a blur of voices and smoke and music that wasn’t as good as people thought it was.
So, he forgot. Mostly.
But then school started.
And there she was.
At first, it was just a glimpse in the hallway, like a trick of the light. Then he saw her again, on the front steps, in the cafeteria, at the lockers, in the exact wrong places at the wrong times. And every time, it was like some cosmic joke, like fate was dangling something just out of reach.
He didn’t approach her, of course. Matt Sturniolo did not approach girls.
Chris would. Chris could walk up to any girl, any time, and just talk. Didn’t matter who, didn’t matter where, he had a way of slipping into conversations like he belonged there.
Matt? He was lucky if he could get a sentence out without sounding like an idiot.
So he didn’t talk to her. He just… saw her. More than he should’ve.
It was starting to feel like some kind of setup.
Then came the next morning.
Chris had to go in early for tutoring, something about making up for skipping too many classes last year, so Matt got dragged along for the ride. The school was barely awake yet, the halls stretching empty and hollow.
With nothing else to do, he went to the cafeteria, figuring he’d sit there until people started showing up.
And that’s when he saw her.
She was standing in the breakfast line, her hair a little wilder than usual. She grabbed a little plastic bowl of Frosted Flakes and a carton of milk, shaking the box like she was testing how much was inside.
Matt didn’t mean to stare.
But she must’ve felt it, because right then, she looked up, straight at him.
And smiled.
It wasn’t just a polite smile, either. It was real, bright, warm, like she knew something he didn’t.
Then, before he could even think about looking away, she turned and walked right toward him.
Matt swallowed hard, his hands instinctively tucking into his hoodie pockets as she dropped into the seat across from him, setting her tray down with a little clack.
Matt stiffened, pulse kicking up, every instinct screaming at him to look away, act normal, pretend you weren’t staring like a freak.
“Hey,” she said casually, ripping the plastic lid off her cereal. “You always sit here?”
Matt blinked. He hadn’t expected her to actually talk to him.
He hesitated, then shook his head. “No. My brother had tutoring.”
She tilted her head. “Huh. Didn’t know they did tutoring this early.” Then she scooped up some cereal, chewing thoughtfully before glancing at him again. “You got a name, or should I just call you ‘guy who stares at me from across the room’?”
Matt felt heat creep up his neck. Great. She noticed.
“Sturniolo,” he muttered.
She raised an eyebrow. “That’s a mouthful.”
“Matt,” he amended.
She nodded approvingly. “Better.” Then, after a beat, she slid the bowl of cereal toward him. “Hold this for a sec? Gotta grab a napkin.”
And just like that, she was gone, leaving him sitting there, staring down at a bowl of soggy Frosted Flakes.
Matt exhaled, running a hand down his face.
This girl was gonna be a problem.
Matt sat stiffly, staring down at the bowl of Frosted Flakes like it was some kind of test. The milk was already turning sugary and pale, the cereal floating lazily on top. He didn’t dare touch it.
Across the cafeteria, she was rifling through the napkin dispenser, curls bouncing with every movement. Like she wasn’t even thinking about the fact that she’d just sat down with him. Like this wasn’t weird at all.
Matt felt his throat tighten.
She didn’t even know who he was. She probably sat down because he looked alone, and people like her had a way of making things less awkward for the ones who didn’t fit in. It didn’t mean anything.
So why was he sitting here like his entire morning had just been thrown off course?
Before he could think too much about it, she was back, napkin in hand, sliding into her seat like she belonged there. She pulled the cereal back in front of her, barely sparing him a glance before she dug in again.
“Thanks, Matt.”
His stomach did something weird at the way she said his name. Like it wasn’t a big deal. Like they’d always been friends.
He cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”
She grinned mid-bite, like she could hear the awkwardness in his voice.
“So, do you, like, not eat breakfast, or do you just enjoy staring at people while they eat?”
Matt frowned, crossing his arms. “I don’t stare.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Mmm.”
“I don’t,” he insisted, but it came out weak, because, well… maybe he had been looking at her more than he should’ve.
She didn’t push it, just smirked like she knew something he didn’t. “Alright, not-staring-Matt, what’s your deal?”
He blinked. “What?”
“Like, what’s your thing?” she said, waving her spoon. “Everyone’s got something. You a football guy? A stoner? One of those weird band kids?”
Matt hesitated. He could’ve told her about movies, about the hours he spent watching and rewatching old foreign films no one else cared about. About the way music sounded different on vinyl, how he had a whole crate of records stacked in his room. But all of that felt… too personal.
So he just shrugged. “Dunno.”
She sighed dramatically. “God, you’re so cryptic.”
“I’m not cryptic,” he muttered.
“You totally are,” she said, shaking her head. “I bet you’re, like, the brooding type. Probably lean against lockers all mysterious, making girls wonder what your deal is.”
Matt rolled his eyes. “Yeah. That’s me. Real mysterious.”
She laughed, and Matt didn’t realize how much he liked the sound of it until it was already out there, loud and full and unfiltered.
For a second, they just sat there, her eating, him sitting there, unsure of why he wasn’t getting up, why he wasn’t saying something stupid to ruin the moment.
Then—
“Hey, there you are.”
Matt’s shoulders tensed as he heard Chris’s voice.
He turned to see his brother strolling toward the table, looking like he owned the place, because Chris always looked like that. His grayish-purple shirt was half unbuttoned, his dark hair tousled in that effortless way that made girls trip over themselves.
And, of course, he noticed her immediately.
Chris slid into the seat next to Matt, grinning lazily at her. “Hey. Who’s your friend?”
Matt opened his mouth to say I don’t know, but before he could, she answered for him.
“Sage.” She stuck out a hand. “And you must be the brother?”
Chris took her hand like he was some kind of movie star, shooting her the most flirty smile, which Matt knew all too well. “of course.”
Matt groaned, dropping his head into his hands.
He could already tell, this was about to get so much worse.
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what’s in LOSER MATT’s camera?
wow he’s so talented
FROSTED FLAKES pt.1
In the summer of ‘76,, Matt meets a walking social disaster. In simpler terms.. a girl. I know. Matt Sturniolo and girls aren’t exactly a match made in heaven. But maybe this one is an exception?
September 14, 1976 – A Warm, Late-Summer Evening
The air smelled like gasoline and fading sunlight, warm in that way September gets when summer refuses to let go. The pavement still held onto the heat of the afternoon, radiating up through the soles of Matt Sturniolo’s sneakers as he walked home from McCleary’s Market with a bag of records under his arm. The sky had that golden, hazy look, half dusk, half dream, where everything feels a little too quiet, like the world is holding its breath before night fully settles in.
Matt liked moments like this. When the streets were mostly empty, the radio static in his head quieted, and the only sound was the scuff of his sneakers against the sidewalk.
Then, out of nowhere—
BAM.
A blur of curls. A crash. The sharp edge of a shopping cart jamming into his hip.
Matt stumbled back, nearly dropping his records, as someone practically barreled into him outside the market. A girl.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, immediately grabbing his arms like she could keep him upright through sheer force of will. “Are you okay? Jesus, I wasn’t looking—well, obviously I wasn’t looking, because if I was looking, you wouldn’t be half-dead on the sidewalk right now, but—oh no, did I break something? Are you gonna sue me? Wait, do people actually do that? I mean, I wouldn’t sue if I got hit with a shopping cart, but—”
Matt just blinked at her, trying to process what the hell just happened.
The girl, who had massive brown eyes and a mess of dark curls that looked like they had a mind of their own, stared back at him expectantly, waiting for a response.
“…You talk a lot,” he muttered.
She grinned. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
And then, before he could say anything else, she reached into his grocery bag, dropped a box of Frosted Flakes inside, and walked off like nothing happened.
Matt stood there for a long moment, watching her bounce away down the sidewalk, talking to an old lady who looked very confused but not entirely displeased by her presence.
What the hell just happened?
And, more importantly…
Who was she?
@issysh3ll
Authors note.. (Okay a few things this is my first series that I wanted to start and I have a few questions. Do you guys want her to have a name and be her own character or do you want it to be a reader type thing. And also I tried to write this in a rom com type style so if you don’t like it pls lmk. Tell me anything you don’t like. And lastly do you guys want smut in this later on? Because that’s definitely possible)
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introducing
໑ 70s LOSER MATT
LOSER MATT.. who isn’t shy, just terrible at social cues, leaving people wondering if he’s being intentionally funny or just awkward.
LOSER MATT.. who doesn’t say much but notices everything, his sharp eyes catching details others overlook, like someone’s mood changing or a song subtly switching tempo.
LOSER MATT.. who’s clumsy in the most endearing way, tripping over nothing or spilling his drink, then muttering a dry, self-deprecating joke that actually makes people laugh.
LOSER MATT.. who only comes to parties if Chris and Nate are going, and even then, he spends most of the night nursing a drink and bobbing his head to the music in the corner.
LOSER MATT.. who sits on the edge of his bed, headphones on, completely lost in the world of his favorite obscure album, mouthing the lyrics like they’re gospel.
LOSER MATT.. who practices drumming on every surface he encounters—desks, tables, his own thighs—earning annoyed looks from teachers and amused ones from friends.
LOSER MATT.. who doodles on the edges of his notebooks during class, filling the margins with weirdly intricate designs no one ever sees because he immediately closes his book.
LOSER MATT.. who will pause mid-walk in the hallway to daydream, staring off into space like he’s in the middle of a movie scene only he can see.
LOSER MATT.. who spends his free time at record stores, thumbing through vinyls he can’t afford, memorizing tracklists, and mentally curating the perfect playlist.
LOSER MATT.. who doesn’t understand why people hate on disco and will passionately argue its brilliance to anyone willing to listen—or not.
LOSER MATT.. who shows up to every group hangout slightly late, not because he’s cool, but because he overthought what to wear and couldn’t decide if he was actually invited.
LOSER MATT.. who panics if someone randomly calls on him, answering with a stammer and a dry, witty comment that accidentally makes everyone laugh.
LOSER MATT.. who secretly wants to be the main character but thinks he’s destined to be a background NPC, quietly hoping someone will see him for more.
LOSER MATT.. who refuses to watch a movie he’s obsessed with until he has the perfect setup—a quiet room, the right lighting, and no distractions—because art deserves to be experienced properly.
LOSER MATT.. who only really comes alive when he’s playing his drums, his quiet, awkward demeanor melting away into raw passion and energy.
LOSER MATT.. who would absolutely lose it if someone recognized one of his niche movie references, but instead, he just shrugs it off like it doesn’t matter.
LOSER MATT.. who’s clumsy in the most endearing way, tripping over nothing or spilling his drink, then muttering a dry, self-deprecating joke that actually makes people laugh.
LOSER MATT.. who has exactly three close friends, Chris, Nick and Nate, and would do anything for them—even though Chris shoos him away half the time.
LOSER MATT.. who, despite his awkwardness, has a way of making people feel understood with his quiet loyalty and soft-spoken humor.
LOSER MATT.. who dreams of being a film composer but tells no one, burying his passion under layers of self-doubt and drum solos.
LOSER MATT.. who has a heart so big it scares him, hiding it under sarcasm and humor, hoping no one will notice how much he really cares.
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theres a big difference between “sorry, i have a girlfriend.” and “no, i have a girlfriend.”
”now im down bad crying at the gym” I LOVE MOTHER 😭😭😭
”i can fix him, no really i can” SHES SO ME 😭
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new smut fic released yallll… 👀
Bad Day || M.S. x reader
a/n: ofccc bby !! i luv this ideaaaa !!
warnings: SMUT!, oral (m! receiving), deepthroating, gagging
i aint your ma so i cant tell u what u can and cant read soooo….
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
i woke up after a restless night, pulling my comforter off of my body, i stood up out of bed and walked over to the mirror. i looked terrible…
i sighed and went downstairs to make breakfast for myself as matt wasn’t home this morning.
i pulled a pan and ingredients out of my cabinets and began making pancakes, pouring the batter into the pan and flipping every so often. i realized i had to go to the bathroom. i walked to the bathroom and handled my business, then heard the smoke alarm going off.
great, just great!
I threw the burnt pancakes away and went back upstairs to get ready for work. i peeled my clothes off before stepping into the shower. i reached for my favorite shampoo then saw i was out. i sighed and finished my shower quickly as i was already running late.
i got dressed and went to work. my boss was nagging on me to finish my rough drafts, but i zoned out, all i heard was “blah blah blah”
my alarm went off, signaling it was time to clock out, and i rushed home to matt waiting for me. he immediately sensed i was upset and tried to get me to talk about it. i refused but ended up just spilling about everything that happened.
“im so sorry, ma, i wish i could make things better for you. trust me, if i could take that burden off your shoulders i would.” he spoke while rubbing my back and tracing shapes on it.
“you’re to good to me baby. i dont know where i would be without you.” i smiled.
“you know… i can think of a way to repay you.” i smirked while kneeling down to his waist level.
“is this okay?” i asked. he nodded fastly. i teasingly tugged at the zipper to his jeans, unbuttoning them slowly. i palmed him through his boxers before pulling his dick out, it sprang up to his happy trail before i took it in my hand.
i kitten-licked at his tip while jerking him slowly, moving my hand up and down. i then took him fully into my mouth
his veiny hands tangled into my hair, tugging lightly. i moaned at the tingling feeling, sending vibrations up his dick. he groaned loudly, pulling even harder at my hair. with that, i took him further into my mouth, deepthroating him, but he was so big, i couldnt help but gag.
the sensation of my throat clenching around him sent him groaning and whimpering above me. “fuckkk, pretty girl, im gonna cum!” he shouted before hot ropes of cum shot onto my tongue, down my throat,
i pulled off of him with a pop. sticking my tongue out, showing him his cum on my tongue, looking up at him with doe eyes.
“so pretty, did so good for me.” he said while closing my mouth, signaling to swallow.
he pulled me up from off my knees, giving me a kiss, before taking me to the couch. he pulled me into his arms as he turned on my favorite show. “i love you matt” i spoke softly
“i love you too, baby” he responded.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
a/n: lowk dk abt this buttt… anywaysss ! i luv yalll and tysm anon for the idea ! <3
a/n pt 2 : sooo… no head..?
matt comfort to smut soon … 👀
iykyk…
IM GOING INSANE CHE CAZZO
My hands are down my fucking pants
DID YALL SEE THE NEW VIDEO ?
the new intro doesn’t feel right idk how to explain it 🤧
ik i have like 4 asks in my inbox rn but i wanna write sturniolo triplets stuff rn and none of them are 😭😭
(requests are welcome((PLEASE SEND REQUESTS))
You have that one photo with Matt?
Im just courios
yea it was dm’d to me but i dont wanna spread the deepfake around, i feel like its invading privacy and stuff so i wont be posting it or dming people it sorry
PUHLEASE !! SOMEONE ! GIVE ME FANFIC IDEAS ISTG 🤧
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idc if its sturniolo triplets , idc if its evan peters, idc if its jack champion, LITERALLY LIKE ANYTHING
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