BRR! - A Sturniolo Triplet Special

october eighth

HOLLYWOOD

!! Mild Domestic Abuse, depression, suicide, and murder is the main focus of this, don't read if you're sensitive to this topic or any topic in relation to this. Don't worry, I have many more chapters ready and willing for you to read if this isn't a good fit for you !!

Lights. Camera. Action.

I know this city's gonna kill me, if it's the last thing I see.

Hollywood was bigger than you'd expect. People were connected through movies, TV shows, thing's you wouldn't even be able to see since not everything was caught on film. Especially in the early 60s. A young actress by the name of Y/n L/n starred as a side character in the film Breakfast at Tiffany's staring the Audrey Hepburn. Although she only had a minor roll playing the character Priscilla, a friend of Holly Golightly, she had an on-screen boyfriend in that same scene she played in. His name was Matthew Sturniolo. Even though the two had only been needed on set for two weeks while filming, those short two weeks were enough to bring them together.

Within two months, they were dating. Their relationship was curated on beauty. It was like their love was sent from the Heavens. Everyone thought it was so pure, clean, untouched, innocent. The two of them focused on one another. Until it took a very dark turn. Their relationship was perfect, but their jobs were dwindling. People always believed Y/n was a younger version of Marilyn Monroe. Y/n who was only in her early twenties at the time, and Marilyn in her mid-30's. Y/n was a sex icon, a star. Her character Priscilla was a joyous one, her performance was so well loved, she starred in many more movies. Fun ones, sexy ones. All the while Matthew sat by and watched as his girl became a world-wide known star.

Behind the scenes, no one knew Matthew was having a hard time getting his next role. People simply believed he was taking a break, or maybe letting Y/n do her thing while he admires from afar.

I love and hate it so fucking much, but I just seem to be caught in lust.

The people treated Y/n the same way they treated Marilyn Monroe. They lusted after her. It was an evening like no other, a extravagant gala showcasing a few of Hollywood's top actors and actresses. Matthew and Y/n attended this very gala, with a few other notable actors and actresses of the late 50's and early 60's. The only conversation held between Y/n and Marilyn occurred on this night shortly before Marilyn death. "People here are hungry for anything." Marilyn smiled taking in who was going to be the newest star. Matthew was off elsewhere catching up with other actors of the age. Y/n just stared up at the woman, she was breathtaking. "I mean they'll do anything for you to get naked for them." Marilyn instructed. She knew about all the dirty little secrets. "No amount of money ever, should you let yourself be caught up in it all. You'll learn to hate it, or love the power."

And that was the first and last time Y/n and Marilyn ever met.

I'll never be happy anywhere, don't tell me that you'll ever care.

Shortly after Marilyn's death, Matthew and Y/n got married. It was a beautiful, but simple wedding. Full of love and adoration for one another. Y/n wore her hair down, tiny pearls adorning her head. Her dress was pure white, long and clean. The top was tight against her chest, pronouncing her boobs and making them look delectable and sexy, but still keeping everything else modest. It was like a tank top, with mesh sleeve. Little pearls decorated the breast of the dress. Matt had never seen Y/n looked so breathtaking. He's seen her fresh in the morning, right out of a shower, dead asleep, and yet it was this moment he'd never forget.

Within the month though, it was like the image of Y/n walking down the aisle became bitter.

Matthew was certainly struggling. His agent was having a tough time locating thing's as the firm Matthew was signed under was losing profit since Matthew hadn't been in anything big in a few years. Marilyn's death his everyone like a truck. Including Y/n. She mourned her death, more sincerely than most. Although at the time, she hadn't truly understood what Marilyn meant at the time, she had a nasty feeling she would soon.