SILENCE BETWEEN SONGS : ā cause iād rather live in šš dreams, i lay here wondering why, did the world stop spinnin?ā camille or cali. lip liner. deer enthusiast. shopaholic. matt sturnioloās angel. vanilla scented things. madison beerās sweet girl. āĖā”
okay i honestly donāt know if this is just me but see when they play videos of fans talking in videos i literally cannot watch it. i get so embarrassed. like remember in one of their earlier videos they were going through DMās and they played two voice notes people sent matt, i literally canāt watch it because i get embarrassed.
and now the end of this video i literally cannot watch them playing this girls video because im embarrassed. and idk why. like my computer is literally sitting on pause rn.šš
synopsis. in which your boyfriend, matt, is your new years kiss when it hits 12am.
warnings. one kiss, matt calls reader sweetheart once, fluff.
word count. 660 words.
authors note. happy new year when it comes to you all. i love you guys so much, i hope you all have the best year ever.
the bass from the music thumped in your chest as you stepped into the dimly lit living room of the new yearās eve party. golden fairy lights crisscrossed the ceiling, their warm glow reflecting off the glittering decorationsāand, admittedly, your short, sparkly dress. confetti was already scattered across the floor, and the sound of laughter and excited chatter filled the space. your heels clicked against the hardwood as you scanned the room, your eyes landing on him almost instantly.
matt was leaning casually against the drink table, dressed in a white long sleeve with a red plaid flannel and jeans, his dark hair slightly messy like heād been running his hands through it. even in the crowded room, he stood out, his sharp jawline and easy posture making him look effortlessly perfect. the second his eyes found yours, a small smile tugged at his lips, and your heart skipped a beat.
you barely had time to register the butterflies in your stomach before he started making his way toward you. the sea of people seemed to part as he approached, his gaze never leaving yours.
āhey,ā he said, his voice low and warm as he stopped in front of you. his eyes flicked down to your dress, lingering for just a second before meeting yours again. āyou lookā¦ā
you tilted your head, waiting for him to finish.
āā¦really beautiful,ā he said, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. his hand found yours, his thumb brushing lightly against your knuckles. āmissed you.ā
āyouāve been here an hour,ā you teased, your lips curving into a small smile despite yourself.
āyeah, and itās been an hour too long,ā he shot back, pulling you a step closer so he could speak just above the noise. his fingers skimmed your waist, sending a spark of warmth through you.
before either of you could say more, someone yelled from across the room, ātwo minutes ātil midnight!ā the crowd cheered, the energy in the room shifting as everyone started gathering around the TV to watch the ball drop.
matt glanced at the group but didnāt move. his attention was fully on you, his fingers still toying lightly with the fabric of your dress. āyou wanna stay here?ā he asked, his voice quieter now. āitās a littleā¦ much over there.ā
you nodded, a light smile on your lips. āhereās good.ā
he smirked, his hand slipping to your lower back as he led you toward a quieter corner near the window. the countdown had already begun, the voices growing louder with each number. matt stopped and turned to face you, his hands resting on your hips as he pulled you closer.
ātenā¦ nineā¦ eightā¦ā the crowd chanted.
your eyes met his, and the noise around you faded into the background. his thumb brushed softly against your waist, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a small, crooked smile.
āsevenā¦ sixā¦ā
ānew years kiss?ā he murmured, tilting his head slightly. the playful look in his eyes softened when you nodded, your breath hitching as his fingers gently traced the line of your spine.
āfiveā¦ fourā¦ threeā¦ā
the warmth of his hand steadied you as he leaned in, his forehead almost brushing yours. his eyes flicked down to your lips for the briefest moment before locking back on yours.
ātwoā¦ one!ā
āhappy new year!ā the room erupted, but all you felt was mattās lips on yours. the kiss was soft, unhurried, like he wanted to make the most of every second. his hand slid up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as the world around you blurred into nothing.
when he finally pulled back, his lips still ghosting over yours, he opened his eyes and gave you the kind of smile that made your knees weak.
āhappy new year, sweetheart,ā he murmured, his voice low and rough in the best way.
you couldnāt help but smile, your hand still resting lightly against his chest. āhappy new year, matt.ā
he kissed you again, slower this time, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he pulled you impossibly closer. you didnāt need the cheers, the confetti, or the chaos of the partyāthis was all youād wanted to start the year with.
synopsis. in which chris' hockey game takes a turn when your ex-boyfriend makes a crude comment about you, causing chris to loose his temper and break-out an intense fight on the ice.
warnings. one weird comment (not from chris,) violence.
word count. 2.1k.
authors note. this is lowkey corny but i love this idea. ive seen it so many times from different fandoms. this is also going to be quite long because i probably won't be posting for a few weeks since i have loads of studying to do (shoot me now) so this will be the last fic of 2024.
the ice rink was alive with anticipation, the hum of the crowd growing louder with every passing minute. you sat near the glass, bundles up in your puffer coat and a scarf, the chill of the arena seeping through. your fingers tapped nervously on your thighs as you glanced at the empty rink, the zamboni making its last slow pass across the ice. tonight was a big game for his and his team--the stakes were high, and you could feel the tension hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.
chris had been quieter than usual in the hours leading up to the game. normally, he was the kind of guy who thrived under pressure, making everyone laugh and offering his signature smirk even when the odds were staked against him. but tonight, he'd barely said a word during the drive to the arena.
"are you okay?" you'd asked softly as he adjusted his gear in the locker room hallway, is usual pre-game routine. he'd paused, meeting your eyes with a look that was equal parts determination and something else--something harder to place.
"yeah,"he'd said finally, his jaw tightening. "just...gotta focus tonight."
you hadn't pressed further. you knew chris well enough to recognize when he needed space, but you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his mood than just the pressure of the game.
now, as the players began to filter out onto the ice for their warm-ups, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. chris sturniolo, in his yellow, black and white jersey with the number 3 on the back, he looked every bit the confident athlete he was known to be. his skates cut smoothly across the ice as he joined his teammates, his focus razor-sharp.
but your gaze didn't linger on chris for long, because that's when he appeared. jason carter--your ex-boyfriend that you had completely forgotten was a forward for the opposing team--skated onto the ice with his trademark cocky grin that made a pit form in your stomach. you hadn't seen him in over a year, not since the messy breakup that left you vowing never to look back. yet here he was, every bit as insufferable as you remembered.
you sank deeper into your seat, hoping he wouldn't notice you. but you had no such luck. jason's eyes found yours almost instantly, and his smirk widened. he skated closer to the glass near where you sat, leaning just enough to make it clear he was there for you.
"looking good, y/n," jason drawled, loud enough for you to hear through the muffled sounds of the arena. he raked his gaze over you in a way that made your stomach churn. "miss me?"
your cheeks burned with anger and embarrassment, but you forced yourself to look away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. behind jason, you caught sight of chris, who had slowed his pace, his eyes narrowing as he took in the exchange.
the buzzer sounded, signalling the start of the game, and the teams lined up for the face-off. chris and jason were positioned directly across from each other, their stances tense. from the stands, you could see the unspoken challenge in their postures. the puck dropped, and the game began.
it didn't take long for thing to escalate.
from the first shift, jason played with a kind of aggression that was impossible to ignore. every time he came near chris, he delivered an extra shove or cutting a remark, his words too low for the crowd to hear but clear enough to leave chris visibly bristling. you clenched your fists in your lap, helpless to intervene as the animosity between them grew with every passing minute.
then, it happened. midway through the second period , jason skated too close to chris after a whistle, leaning in with a smug grin.
"guess she still has a thing for hockey players," jason sneered, his voice carrying just enough to make chris stop in his tracks. "bet she thinks about me every time you're on top of her."
the words like a match to gasoline. before anyone could react, chris dropped his gloves and lunged at jason, his fist connecting with a sickening thud to jason's jaw.
the arena erupted into chaos as the two players grappled on the ice, punches flying and sticks scattering. referees rushed in to break them apart, but neither seemed willing to back down. chris' face was a mask of fury, his usual composure completely shattered as he went after jason with everything he had.
you stood frozen in your seat, heart pounding as you watched the scene unfold. the crowd on its feet, cheering and shouting, but all you could focus on was the raw anger in chris' eyes--and the way jason seemed to revel in provoking him and you were so intrigued to know what fuelled the fight.
this wasn't just a hockey game anymore. it was personal.
the referees struggled to pull chris and jason apart, their skates scraping harshly against the ice as they grappled with one another. jason's helmet had been knocked off during the scuffle, and his lip was bleeding, but he still wore that infuriating smirk, as if the chaos he'd caused was all part of his plan.
chris, on the other hand, was a storm unleashed. his usual calm demeanour was nowhere to be found as he fought against the refs holding him back. his eyes were locked on jason, pure rage flashing across his face.
"say it again, carter," chris spat, his voice carrying over the jeers of the crowd. "say it again, and see what happens."
jason wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his glove, looking far too pleased with himself. "what's the matter, sturniolo? cant handle a little truth?"
the refs managed to drag the two of them to opposite sides of the ice, but the damage was done. the tension between them had been building all game, and now it was at a boiling point. the opposing bench erupted in shouts as jason's teammates yelled for a penalty, while chris' team crowded around their captain, trying to calm him down.
from your seat, you could barely breathe. your pulse hammered in your ears as you watched chris pace the penalty box like a caged animal, his chest heaving with every breath. you wanted to reach out to him, to somehow let him know you were there, but all you could do was sit helplessly as the game resumed.
the rest of the second period was brutal.
every time jason had the puck, chris was on him like a shadow, delivering crushing hits that sent the crowd into a frenzy. jason wasn't innocent, either--he took every opportunity to jab at chris with his stick, his taunts coming thick and fast whenever they passed each other on the ice.
"man, she must've been desperate to end up with you," jason sneered during a face-off, his voice low but dripping with malice. "bet she regrets it every night."
chris' grip on his stick tightened, his knuckles turning white as he leaned in closer. "and you're gonna regret ever saying her name."
the puck dropped, and they collided instantly, neither even pretending to play the puck. the refs blew the whistle again, but this time, there was no fight--just an unspoken promise between the two players that this wasn't over.
by the time the third period began, the tension in the arena was palpable. the crow was buzzing, half-expecting another brawl to break out at any moment. chris and jason were relentless, their rivalry overshadowing the actual game. every check, every pass, every glance felt like a continuation of their battle, and you could see the frustration building in both of them.
you were on edge of your seat, your hands gripping the armrests so tightly that your knuckles ached. chris was playing harder than you'd ever seen, his focus unwavering despite the emotional weight of the situation.
but jason wasn't backing down, and with each passing minute, it became clear that this game wasn't going to end cleanly.
then, with less than two minutes left on the clock, it happened.
chris intercepted a pass near the blue line and started skating up the ice, his movements quick and precise. jason was right behind him, his stick darting out to try and trip chris up. the crowd roared as chris broke free, heading straight for the net, but just as he was about to shoot, jason slammed into him from behind, sending both of them crashing into the boards.
the whistle blew, but chris didn't wait for the refs this time. he spun around, shoving jason hard enough to send him stumbling backward.
"you're done," chris growled, his voice low and dangerous.
jason laughed, shrugging as if the whole thing was a joke. "make me."
and just like that, the gloves came off. again.
this fight was uglier than the first, both players fuelled by pure adrenaline and anger. punches were thrown, helmets flew, and the crowd was on its feet, screaming and chanting. you felt like you were in a nightmare, unable to look away as chris and jason tore into each other, their rage boiling over in a way that no amount of referees could contain.
the game didn't matter anymore. all that mattered was settling the score.
the final buzzer blared through the arena, and chrisā team secured the win, but the victory felt hollow compared to the chaos that had unfolded on the ice. you waited near the tunnel, your heart pounding as you scanned the crowd of players leaving the rink, searching for him.
when chris finally appeared, your breath caught. his jersey was wrinkled, his lip split, and a bruise was already darkening under his left eye. he looked utterly drained, but when his eyes met yours, there was a flicker of relief in his expression.
āchris,ā you called out softly, stepping toward him as he dropped his bag.
without a word, he closed the distance between you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into him. his embrace was warm, desperate, and unsteady, like he was holding onto you to keep himself grounded.
āare you okay?ā you asked, your voice trembling slightly as you pulled back to look at him. your fingers instinctively reached for his face, brushing against the bruise forming near his cheekbone.
chris exhaled heavily, his hands still gripping your waist. āyeah. iām fine. donāt worry about me.ā
ādonāt tell me not to worry,ā you said firmly, your brow furrowing. āyou got into two fights tonight, chris. thatās not like you. what happened out there?ā
he hesitated, his jaw clenching as he avoided your gaze. āitās nothing,ā he said finally, his tone tense. ājustā¦ the usual trash talk. It doesnāt matter now. plus, your ex is a dickhead so he deserved it.ā
āit clearly matters,ā you pressed, your concern growing. āchris, talk to me.ā
he sighed, his thumb brushing absentmindedly along your hip. āhe crossed a line, okay? i let it get to me, and i shouldnāt have.ā
you frowned, your fingers tracing the edge of his jaw. āwhat did he say?ā
chris shook his head, his eyes finally meeting yours. āit doesnāt matter. i donāt want you thinking about it.ā
you studied him for a moment, the tension in his expression, the way his grip on you hadnāt loosened. you wanted to push for answers, but something in his tone made you stop. he was protecting you, shielding you from whatever ugliness had unfolded on the ice between him and jason.
āokay,ā you said softly, deciding to let it go for now. ābut you didnāt have to do all this for me, you know. you didnāt have to fight him.ā
chrisā eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. āyes, i did. i donāt care what happens to me out there. no one talks about you like that and gets away with it.ā
your chest tightened at the conviction in his voice, and before you could think, you reached up and pulled him down into a kiss.
it was soft at first, tentative, but chris leaned into you, his hands sliding up to cradle your face as the kiss deepened. the noise of the arena faded into the background, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of each otherās presence.
when you finally pulled back, chris rested his forehead against yours, his breathing uneven. āyouāre too good for me, you know that?ā
you smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. āmaybe. but youāre stuck with me now.ā
his lips quirked into a small smile, the tension in his shoulders easing for the first time all night. āi love you.ā
you laced your fingers with his, giving his hand a squeeze. āi love you more. come on. letās get you cleaned up.ā
chris nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he let you guide him toward the exit.
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chris sturniolo:
ą±Øą§ fratboy!chris x loser!reader
ā” Żā introduction, prompts, asks, everything.
ąæfrat!boychris is the life of the party. lives in boston massachusetts with his brothersāmatt and nickābut spends most of his time at the fraternity house or around campus. a loud, confident, and extroverted personality who thrives in chaotic social settings. loves parties more than anything. you'll mostly catch him with a joint hanging from his mouth. listens to travis scott, drake, tyler, the creator, playboi carti, and house music. drinks more energy drinks than water. always has a cap on (mostly backwards,) and his silver chain.
ā” Żā . introducing loser!reader
ąæloser!reader is an introvert to her core. quiet and shy. prefers staying home over going out. loves lipgloss and the colour pink. spends most of her time reading, studying, or rewatching her favourite shows. awkward in big crowds and always avoids the spotlight. loves artic monkeys, lana del rey, phoebe bridgers, harry styles, and mac miller. drinks iced-coffee all year round. finds comfort in over-sized hoodies, sneakers, and her favourite books. would rather have a deep conversation with one person than try to impress a room full of people. has a small circle of close friends.
it wasn't your kind of night. parties like this never were.
the frat house was alive, pulsing with bass-heavy music and the chaotic energy of too many people crammed into one space. you had come reluctantly, dragged by a friend who insisted that "getting out would be good for you." now you stood awkwardly in the corner of the kitchen, gripping a half-empty cup of something that smelled too strong and tasted worse. you tried to look busy--pretending to text, adjusting your sweater--anything to avoid eye contact.
chris noticed you almost immediately. not because you stood out, but because you didn't. in a room full of girls trying to throw themselves at guys and loud laughter, you were quiet, kept to yourself, your eyes flitting nervously as if you were desperate to shrink into the shadows. it was a contrast he couldn't ignore.
he walked over, his easy confidence radiating even as he leaned against the counter beside you. "you don't look like you're having fun," he said, his voice loud enough to cut through the noise but tinged with a teasing grin.
your head snapped up, startled. you hadn't expected anyone to talk to you--least of all him. his red backwards cap, red solo cup and silver chain practically screamed frat boy, and the way he held himself made it clear he knew how to own a room. you glanced at him, then quickly looked away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
"i'm fine," you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the music.
chris raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "yeah? because standing in the corner looking miserable doesn't really scream 'fine' to me."
you bit your lip, unsure how to respond. part of you wanted to brush him off, but the other part--the part that noticed how his smile didn't feel as cocky as you'd expected--kept you rooted in place.
"not really my scene," you admitted softly, your fingers tightening around your cup.
"well," he said, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, "lucky for you, it's my kind of thing. stick with me, and i'll show you how to survive it."
you rolled your eyes softly, but when he didn't leave--and when his teasing grin softened into something almost genuine--you couldn't help but let a small smile slip, even though your nerves were sky-rocketing. maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.
āin which mattās favourite thing to do to you, is going down on you.ā
ā ź£ą§ ā where do broken hearts go?
āin which matt feels like you arenāt considering his feelings and not putting as much effort into your relationship as he is, so he brings it up to you which results in conflict but was quick to be resolved.ā
ā ā if the world was ending iād wanna be next to you
āin which cute things matter does in a relationship.ā
ā ā heās so pretty when he goes down on me
āin which your favourite part of sex with matt is when he goes down on you because you think he just looks so perfect.ā
ā ā behind the frames
āin which while making out with matt, his glasses get in the way and you have to take them off mid make-out.ā
ā ź£ą§ lacy, oh, lacy
āin which your ex-boyfriend, matt, gets a new girlfriend and you envy her.ā
chris sturniolo āĖā”
ā ā hickey
āin which while you and chris were having time alone, matt interrupted you both.ā
ā ź£ą§ josslyn
āin which while chris was in the shower he got an incoming call and he told you to answer it without thinking and when you do, you find out that he had another girl on the side.ā
ā ź£ą§ ā pretty isnāt pretty
āin which one year ago you suffered from an ED, where at one point you thought there was no turning point but chris proved you wrong. fast forward one year, youāre back in the same dark pit, but chris is there yet again to help you out.ā
ā āā we can hear and see, ya know?
āin which while you and the triplets were in chicago, you and chris were having a moment, you didnāt think matt and nick could see you but you were proved wrong.ā
ā ā surf curse
āin which you convinced chris to do the latest tiktok trend with you.ā
ā coke and vodka
āin which while at one of chrisā frat parties, he takes a shot of vodka and a line of cocaine off of your body as he is head-to-head with his frat brother who can do it quicker off their girlfriends.ā
ā ā yapper
āin which chris is yapping away with his fingers in your mouth because you kept interrupting him while he was talking.ā
ā ā clothing haul
āin which whole you were away visiting family in florida, chris sends you a video of him showing you the clothes that you had ordered online.ā
ā ā flashed
āin which while arguing with chris, you flashed him to shut him up.ā
ā ź£ą§ this is me trying
āin which chris tried so hard to support you through your drug addiction that had been ongoing for a year. every time he got you out, you fell back into the same hole. one day, chris had finally had enough and had a talk with you about wether or not you were willing to change for him, but once you say you canāt, he leaves your relationship behind for good.ā
ā ź£ą§ā dumb teens in love
āin which you and chris were young and you fooled around with each other, and after realising things werenāt right, you took a pregnancy test. finding out you were pregnant and were having a baby with chris sturniolo at 18.ā
ā ź£ą§ at your worst
āin which after a hurtful fight between you and chris, he comes and apologises after a few days, and he promises to stay foreverāeven at your worst.ā
ā ź£ą§ i hope ur miserable until ur dead
āin which you walk away from chris after releasing heās run out of chances to break your heart.ā
ā ź£ą§ tough love
āin which you and chris struggle to confront your growing distance and fear of losing each other.ā
ā ź£ą§ā against the board
"in which chris' hockey game takes a turn when your ex-boyfriend makes a crude comment about you, causing chris to loose his temper and break-out an intense fight on the ice."
blurbs āĖā”
chris is obsessed with the bulge in your throat when sucking him off
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS AND WE ARE DOING A JOLLY TAG GAME!!!
Respond to this with your fav Xmas song, Xmas movie, Xmas treat, and something on your Xmas list! (If you donāt want to post from your Xmas list you can post a dream gift or your fav wrapping paper!!)
i had to delete it because people were getting confused because it didnāt work but when i get my macbook back (itās getting fixed) im making a brand new one <333
you were scrolling mindlessly through instagram, half-distracted by the show playing in the background, when it hits you like a punch in the gut.
mattās name.
you almost swipe past it, the little blue checkmark drawing your attention before your brain has time to catch up. the first photo in the carousel is enough to make your chest tighten; mattās unmistakable smile, wild and carefree, his arm slung casually around the waist of a girl who is undeniably beautiful.
sheās perfect in a way that feels cruel. her hair is shiny and soft, her skin glowing like she exists in some perpetually golden hour. sheās wearing a baby pink skirt and a white tank top, that made you second-guess every piece of clothing you ever owned. and mattāheās looking at her like sheās the only thing that matters, his gaze full of that rare blend of comfort and adoration that used to be reserved for you.
your fingers hovered over the screen, but the curiosity wins. you click on her profileānever a good idea.
her name is lacy, a name as delicate and ethereal as she looks. her bio is full of cute emojis, and her feed is an endless stream of photos that make her seem both unreachable heartbreakingly real. there are candids of her laughing with friends, aesthetic shots of iced-lattes and sunsets, flawless photos of her, and of course, more pictures of her with matt.
each photo was a dagger.
you scroll further, unable to stop yourself. thereās a photo of her in a bikini that hugged her perfect body in all the right ways, standing on the beach, her arms wrapped around matt as he leans down to kiss her forehead. the stunning sunset in the background really setting the scene.
you hate her. you hate how easily she seems to slot into the life that used to be yours. you hate the way she seems so effortlessly happy, like sheās never had to sit in her room crying after seeing someone else post photos like this. most of all, you hate how much she reminds you of everything youāre not.
lacy was kind. you could tell by the way people commented under her posts, by the stories where sheās tagged with the captions like āthe sweetest person aliveā and āmy literal angel.ā sheās funny, too, with captions that actually made you laugh even though you resented her for it. and then thereās the way she looks at matt in every picture. itās the kind of look you recognised because it used to be yours.
and mattāheās happy. he looks like heās found the thing heās been searching for.
it feels like a slap in the face.
you tell yourself to stop. to close the app, put your phone down, and do literally anything else. but instead, you go back to his post, lingering on the comment section. the flood of heart emojis and āyou two are perfectā messages like tiny arrows, each one reminding you that this is his life now.
he doesnāt think about you anymore.
the realisation hits harder than you expect. itās not like you thought he was still pining for you, but seeing it laid out in front of youāproof that heās moved on, that heās happyāmakes your stomach churn.
you close instagram and toss your phone onto your bed next to you, but the damage is done. lacy is burned into your mind now, an image you canāt shake. you think about her at random moments, comparing yourself to her in ways that feel pathetic but impossible to stop.
would matt have loved you more if youād been more like her? if youād laughed more or dressed better or been softer around the edges?
you hate how much you care.
itās not just jealousyāitās grief. for what you had with matt, for the person you were when you were with him. for the version of you that thought she was enough.
you try to tell yourself itās just a passing feeling, that in a few days this ache will dull into something manageable. but tonight, itās sharp and all-consuming, and itās hard not to feel like lacy has taken more than matt from you.
sheās taken the version of yourself that felt loved.
and you canāt stop wondering if youāll ever get her back.
