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barzysunflower · 9 months

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hey, could write to barzy where he and the reader are bffs, but he doesn't really like the reader's relationship with Lando Norris or Mason Mount. And they end up getting into a little conflict because barzy has feelings for her?

see it with the lights out — mat barzal

tysm for this request!! this is so exciting and combines my love for f1 and hockey <3 this is loosely based on ‘you’re in love’ by taylor swift and will be a 4 part series based on the chorus lyrics

hockey x f1 (mat barzal, lando norris) MASTERLIST

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ONE — you can hear it in the silence

may

"Hi, birthday boy." You jumped up from your seat when you saw your best friend walking up to your table. You gave Mat a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday.”

"Thank you." He patted you on the head then turned your attention to your boyfriend who had also stood up to wish him a happy birthday.

"Happy birthday, man. Glad you could come," Lando said, giving Mat a handshake. After the niceties were out of the way, you sat and started perusing the breakfast menu.

You were currently in Monaco to support your boyfriend Lando's formula one race weekend. You had been dating for almost a year now and this was your first weekend in Monaco. Probably the most famous race of all. It was even more special to be here because you best friend, Mat, traveled all this way from Vancouver to see the race as well. It was his first race, since he too was a busy athlete. His season ended a couple weeks ago however, so he was finally free to come see one.

You and Mat had been friends since kindergarten almost and even through his moving around a lot, you stayed very close. You even lived with him for a while when you needed a break after finishing your degree to figure out what you wanted to do with your life.

And that's when you met Lando. At a club in the city during one of his breaks from racing and you had been inseparable pretty much since. You fell hard and fast, living your life together with rose-colored glasses. You loved traveling with him, exploring beautiful countries all around the world and of course watching the races. While you didn't have much knowledge of Formula One before meeting Lando, you quickly became a fan. Formula One racers lived a very glamorous lifestyle; parties, designer clothes, and lots of fancy vacations. But it had it's downsides, too. Lando was constantly under scrutiny by the press and could barely go anywhere without being recognized. And that had affected you quiet a bit as well, as many people were wondering who the new girl on the paddock was. He was also very busy, but that made the time you did spend together more special.

"Oh, crap. I gotta go to practice." Lando stood after checking the time on his phone, gathering his things then he bent down to kiss you. "I already put my card down, so don't worry about this. See you later, love." You grabbed him by the hem of his shirt to kiss him again, then he turned to give Mat a handshake. After giving you a wink, he was gone.

"So," you turned your attention back to Mat, after watching your boyfriend walk away. "Where so you want to go shopping first?"

***

The whole weekend was filled with parties, shopping, exploring the city and even more parties. Lando was gone for a lot of it, but you loved catching up with Mat and spending time together without the pressure of him having to go back on the road again. You went shopping a lot, both of you spending way too much money, but when would you be back in this place? It was also Mat's birthday on Friday so you celebrated him thoroughly throughout the weekend, too. You had made a lot of friends in the F1 world this past year and were happily introducing Mat to all of them.

Mat and Lando had met before, but because of their crazy schedules, they didn't have much time to get to know each other. This weekend was perfect for both of your favorite people to get spend more time together. They both made an effort showing interest in each other, but you could tell there was tension. Mat wasn't too pleased of your new boyfriend, he was protective you, and Lando wasn't too comfortable with how close you and Mat were. But you just rolled your eyes at both their protectiveness over you since it didn't seem to cause any problems.

On Saturday you watched the qualifiers from the stands, having to explain all of the rules and regulations to Mat so that he would be ready for the big race on Sunday, which you watched from the McLaren pit. The race was amazing as always and you were so proud of Lando when he finished 9th. He's been having a bit of a rough season so having him score points in Monaco was very special.

"Congrats, baby! You did so good," you screamed over all of the post-race noise, when you finally got to hug your boyfriend. He was sweaty and out of breath, but he kissed you deeply. He hugged tightly and spun you around, not caring about the crowd around you.

"Thank you," he whispered before pressing another kiss to your cheek and releasing you. He got many more people congratulating him, including Mat, before he was pulled away for interviews again. So you waited in his dressing room, like you always did, except that Mat was there too.

"That was a lot of fun," Mat remarked, recalling the race as he leaned against the small table in the room.

"Yeah, it gets pretty addicting." You we're still coming down from the high of the race, but when you saw Mat's grim expression on his face, your excitement faltered. You could tell he was faking a smile, as he looked around the room and saw you settled comfortably right in the center. Silent looks passed between the two of you and you could tell Mat wanted to say something, but was holding back. He did for a few more minutes before he gave in.

"So, this is your life now?" He gestured around the room, F1 merchandise and memorabilia hanging on the walls. You could see a bit of judgement in his eyes, that made your stomach upset.

"Yes. And?" You were confused why he seemed upset, especially after the great weekend you had. He was always protective over you, every since your playground days, but you hated when he judged you for the guys you were dating.

"This is what you want? You're happy?" He paused after each question and you didn't really answer. "You and Lando, eh?"

"Yes! Why– What are you trying to say?" You we're getting upset, but your conversation was quickly interrupted by none other than Lando himself. He walked in with a grin on his face, his suit unzipped and a drink in his hand. He nodded over to Mat, before plopping down on the sofa beside you and pulling you into a hug and gently placing his lips on yours. You pulled away after a couple of seconds, aware that Mat was just a couple of feet away, but Lando's lips lingered until he was sure Mat was pissed off enough.

Mat watched the two of you, with his jaw clenched, as you talked quietly and Lando's hand touched your cheek with intimacy that he had wanted to do for so long. While he respected Lando as an athlete, and somewhat of a person, he couldn't stand you being with him. He had taken you away from him. You were always busy now, off traveling the world and partying. The first he wanted to do with you, like you always talked about as kids and he didn't like that some other guy was offering all of that to you. And the ladder, he wanted to protect you from. He knew you and therefore knew that while you did love going out, you weren't the person to get wasted all of the time and go clubbing. You had changed since you started dating him and he didn't like what he was doing to you, especially since he couldn't be around all of the time to keep you in check.

On the other hand, he also felt bad about feeling this way, since although you had changed you did seem happy and it wasn't like his job would allow him to take you traveling around the world. And deep down he knew his feeling towards you were probably just acting up and making him believe the worst in Lando out of jealousy.

***

The next couple of days consisted of more parties before you flew back home to Vancouver with Mat where you caught up with your family and friends that you hadn't seen in a while. Things had been a bit weird between you and Mat since that unfinished conversation but neither of you brought it up again, so you just dropped it.

And before you knew it, you were back in Monaco. You had always loved traveling, but before Lando you had never spend this much time on an airplane. Not that you were complaining. Lando had this weekend off and of course wanted to spend the few days with you.

"I really like this," Lando murmured against your skin as he ran his fingers over your new bikini, admiring your body. You chuckled and traced your lips along his cheek.

"I thought you would." He lifted his head and smiled against your lips, before closing the minimal gap and kissing you deeply. He pressed you against the yacht bathroom wall, in which you currently hiding from all of the people you were spending your vacation with. Your bare leg wrapped around his hip to keep him close and make it easier to grind against him.

Suddenly, the small door opened. "Oh, shit! Sorry!" Your head turned to see Mat slap his hand over his eyes, then slamming the door back shut. Your head fell against Lando's shoulder with a giggle.

"Why is he here?"

"Lando! Be nice!" You pinched his side in response. He shrugged and gave you a sweet innocent smile. While it seemed that your boyfriend and best friend got along, you knew they were only pretending for your sake. First Mat had insinuated not being Lando's biggest fan and now Lando, too, was admitting not liking him as much as you had hoped he would. He had rolled his eyes when you told him Mat would be tagging along to your Monaco vacation. "We haven't seen each other in a while. We're just catching up."

"He looks at you like he wants to sleep with you." The laugh that bursted out of you surprised you, but you found the idea of you and Mat sleeping together humorous. "I'm serious! I swear he was taking your your top off with his eyes earlier. And only I get to do that!"

You rolled your eyes, still chuckling. "Don't worry, he's just protective. He's always been like this."

"Mh, well maybe for a reason."

"We're friends. That's it. He might have pretended to be my boyfriend a few times to get me out of uncomfortable situations at bars, but that's it." He grumbled, but chose to believe you and drop the topic when your hand snuck to your back and pulled on the bikini string, making it fall to the bathroom floor.

***

“Stop!,” Mat shouted and pointed the shower head up to where you were standing leaning over the railing. You ducked quickly to avoid getting sprayed by the water.

“You need to post more on insta,” you justified your taking pictures of him as he was getting out of the ocean and rinsing off. “Your female following will appreciate it very much. Well, let’s not kid ourselves, even the guys will eat it up.”

He rolled his eyes with a laugh and sprayed you again. Your boat day included jet skies and waterboarding and Mat had just finished his turn. Although you gave it a try, you much preferred tanning and watching the guys have fun, so you stayed on the boat.

“Let me see.” He reached for your phone as he climbed the stairs to the main deck. You walked over to the little sofa that was partially covered from the sun and grabbed drinks before you settled on it. As he scrolled through your camera roll, he gave some approving nods and grunts.

“See this one is good.” You stopped him at a picture you just took of him rinsing off. “Very much instagram material. Everyone will appreciate it.”

He ignored your grin. “I just posted pictures a couple weeks ago.”

“Oh, so now you’re going to stay radio silent for the next six months?”

“Better than posting every minute.”

“I do not do that!,” you exclaimed, punching him in the shoulder. He chuckled and muttered ‘sure’. You tried to get another punch in, but he caught your hand and wrapped his arm around you so were pressed against him and couldn’t move anymore. The laugh got caught your throat as you looked up to meet his gaze.

His green eyes sparkled, still a bit red from his ocean dip just a few minutes ago, as he looked down at you. You were suddenly really aware that you both were very naked and that confused you, since you’d seen each other like this plenty of times. His skin was hot against yours, sending heatwaves down your spine. His eyes bounced between your eyes and lips and you got this funny feeling in your stomach when you realized you wanted him to kiss you.

“Some things are better kept private.”

And the longer you sat in silence, looking at each other, the more you thought he wasn’t talking about posting on social media.

#mat barzal #lando norris #siwtlo series #mat barzal fic #lando norris fic #mat barzal x reader #nhl imagine #f1 fics #new york islanders #hockey fanfiction #hockey fics #nhl imagines #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fluff

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bitchinbarzal · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/peskyislesbabe/738415973753864193/mat-barzal-celebrates-birthday-05262023 he’s so boyfriend coded here like imagine it’s before they start having kids and it’s just mama and mat in his apartment celebrating his birthday and she asks what he wants to do and he says he just wants to be with her for the day, that’s his perfect day

-linkedin anon

Mama had been travelling with the rangers on a roadie and she was so upset she couldn’t be with Mat when his one wish was to be with her.

She’d stopped at the only bakery open this late at night picking up the one cake they had left before she got home. Mat was on the couch watching a movie, looking at the door when she walked through the door a smile immediately growing on his face.

“Hi sweet girl” he mumbles, standing up and helping her take her bags off.

He looks at the box and she smiles “Happy Birthday baby”

Mat leans down to kiss her softly, savouring her as he’d missed her all week.

“Best birthday ever”

She laughed “you haven’t done anything, I told you to go home with your family”

With the playoffs happening, the islanders had been kicked the first round and now the rangers were in the final.

Mat frowned “and miss my birthday with my best girl? Hmm I think not”

She pushed him away jokingly “Ok you flirt go sit” and he does, situating himself on the couch while she lights candles on the cake, turning off the light and singing

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear barzy… happy birthday” and placing the cake infront of him. He’s beaming at her before blowing out the candles and pulling her over the table to kiss her.

“Happy Birthday baby boy”

“Best. Birthday. Ever”

#mat and mama #linkedin anon

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hischierdevils · 11 months

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barzys birthday is on friday could you write bday smut for him?

You were lying on Mats chest when you peeled your eyes open. He was laying on his back snoring softly with his head was turned away from you. He had one arm around your waist and the other on your thigh, essentially keeping you on top of him.

You could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath as you picked up your head so you could look at his face. His hair was sticking to his forehead but with his long dark lashes and perfect lips, you were sure you’d never seen a more beautiful man.

“I can feel you staring, baby.” Mat mumbles causing you to jump in surprise. His arm that’s around your waist tightens to keep you in place as he turns his head to look at you.

“I wasn’t staring, I was appreciating my handsome man on his birthday.” You say before placing a kiss on his bare chest.

He chuckles and you can feel the vibrations from it. “You can touch you know.” He gently moves the hand that’s on your thigh so he can cup your bare ass. The only thing you wore to bed last night was one of his t-shirts. “You don’t just have to look.”

You grin and push off the bed so you can straddle him, pushing the sheets away from the two of you as you run your fingertips down his chest. “But I love looking at you.”

In one swift motion he puts his hands on your hips and flips the two of you so he’s hovering above you. “It’s my birthday, princess.” He bends down to kiss you softly, trailing his mouth from your lips down your jaw line to your ear lobe. “And I want to touch you while you tell me all of the reasons why you love me.”

You let out a moan in surprise as he thrusts his boxer-clad erection right against your heat. Planting one arm by your head to hold him upright, he kisses a trail down your neck as his free hand slides underneath the shirt your wearing.

“I-“ You can’t form a single thought, too wrapped up in the way the calluses on Mat’s hand feel as he cups your soft breast and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

“Go on baby.” He nudges your jaw with his nose so you’ll expose more of your throat to him. “Tell me.”

“You’re passionate.” You say breathlessly as he licks and bites at your neck. “You’re caring.”

“Mhm.” Mat hums against your skin as his hand moves to your other breast. “What else?”

“You make me a wetter person.” You sigh in frustration as you try to move your hips against him in search of friction. “…I mean a better person.”

He grins and kisses your lips before trailing his hand down your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. “Are you wet for me, princess?”

“Yes.” You grunt as he slightly runs his fingers over your pussy. “Please do something about it.”

“I’m the birthday boy.” He says as he pulls away from you so he’s essentially kneeling on the bed before you. “Aren’t we supposed to do what I want?”

“Mathew.” You whine. “Please fuck me.”

His smirk grows wider as he pulls his erection free from his boxers. “Only because you asked so nicely, princess.”

#crystals asks #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal x y/n #mat barzal blurb #blurb #my writing #mat barzal smut

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jackhues · 1 year

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peanut's world au! masterlist

a (hughes!sibling) au documenting the life of the oldest hughes sister and her adventures with her daughter, peanut!

join peanut and mama as they travel between michigan, jersey, vancouver, and other places around the world, cheering on the hughes brothers!

join peanut's world au! taglist

peanut's world au! request rules

fics: are ordered somewhat chronologically, in order of when they'd happen irl, not in order of posting. numbers next to the fic in brackets indicate order of posting. you can read in any order tbh, but chronological is preferred

3 am (2)

baby steps (3)

the baby's one (7)

family skate (4)

moosey's debut! (1)

game six (8)

eras (11)

whinny's birthday (12)

hughesbowl (14)

uncle quinny (6)

papa and peanut (13)

pretty girl (10)

mother's day (5)

birthdays (i don't remember)

"i can be a dad" (9)

headcanons: are in order of posting! i might've missed some, so just scroll the peanut's world! au tag if you want to see all of this and more

where the nickname comes from

jim's reaction to seeing peanut for the first time

boys meeting peanut for the first time

teaching peanut to skate

peanut saying jack's name

mama's relationship changing w/ the boys

peanut at family skate

peanut's godparent

peanut's dad || peanut's dad pt.2 || peanut's dad (confirmed)

uncle willy

mama and hockey

nucks vs devs

peanut being the oldest

uncle lu

peanut's dad(s)

aus and barzy

highschool

peanut and aus

hockey

finally a family

peanut's sports, and t ball

nerf guns

the leafs going to the second round

peanut's childhood crush

jack watching peanut

peanut and mitchy being besties

peanut wanting mama and aus together

peanut being aus' twin

barzy as step-dad

dada mat and papa aus

uncle/niece days

peanut in the nhl?

aus' reaction to barzy

mama and barzy wedding

EVERYTHING I FORGOT TO ADD + MORE

mama's backstory: this shows chapters of mama's life before peanut was involved (mama is known as peach in this)

back to toronto

the fanboy

boiled peanuts

pregnant

wanted it to be you

#peanut's world! au #naqia's au's!#naqia's masterlist!#naqia writes!#platonic! quinn hughes #platonic!quinn #platonic!luke hughes #platonic!hughes #platonic #platonic!jack hughes

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lennysfridge · 1 year

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https://www.tumblr.com/liquidflyer/691376741118361600/birthday-cake-m-barzal

https://tumblr.com/tagged/mat%20and%20london

https://www.tumblr.com/barzzal/634130915347546112/barzy-putting-his-daughter-in-the-cup-after-they

https://www.tumblr.com/fallinallincurls/633645265374560256/hiiiii-could-you-please-do-46-and-53-your

https://www.tumblr.com/lights-on-mendes/634271722430988288/hi-everyone-i-hope-everyone-is-staying-well-and

https://www.tumblr.com/natbarzal/647905123160539136/mathew-barzal-always-and-forever

https://www.tumblr.com/barzzal/634232995771990016/imagine-dadmat-with-twins-boy-and-girl-where-he

OH U SENT ME ALL THANKS

#i thought u sent me yours

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smileysvech · 2 years

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BARZY GOAL WITH AN ASSIST FROM THE BIRTHDAY BOY PULLY

#isles lb

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barzzy · 3 years

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i am SCREAMING

#it’s his birthday but we got a gift 🥲#lsjdjksdjskjdks #OH MY GOD #HE’S SEXC #BIRTHDAY BOI BARZY #isles lb #mat barzal

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jbarzy-13 · 3 years

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The camera person is blessing up today

#mat barzal #barzy #birthday boy!#i said this already but he’s 24!#it’s actually not that big of a deal #i just like to be dramatic #mathew barzal #ny islanders #ny isles

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latinahockeylady · 3 years

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It's Mathew Michael Paul Barzal birthday

I remember being at one of the worst periods of the uni when I first saw a pic of him here on Tumblr and I thought " damn he's cute" and I kind of couldn't just forget about that guy who was with a terrible purple eye. I came back here and search for the pic and for his tag and suddenly I was a Barzy Stan and I'm definitely the kind of person who doesn't like liking a sport or someone bc of their beauty and I decided to take a look at what was him on and hockey appeared. I was never a sports girl and never really cheered for a specific sport.

Barzy and hockey came to my life at the right moment. I really needed something by that time, something that I could relate and I could root. I was so tired physically and mentally. I was exhausted of giving up on me to make someone else happy. Hockey turned into the only sport that I can relate to and really enjoy watching every game and it helps me handle my anxiety problems.

The community here is always trying to learn something new and I feel safe here.

Sooooooo thank you Barzy for being that pretty silly boy and made me fall for you and discover this place.

Ily even though I talk a lot of shit about you with my friends.

I could list a lot of things that I've learned from him but no. I'm trying to keep him humble.

#mathew barzal #Barzy birthday #I love this man even though I keep saying that I don't #The first hockey love #Mat Barzal #better score today u birthday boy

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generallybarzy · 4 years

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I saw this in a video once and cropped it into a gif (a short, shitty gif) a while ago and its just been in my gallery since but anyway wAS ANYONE GONNA TELL ME THIS EXISTS

#hes winking #and now im dead #i need to find the og video and make. a better gif #or just find a better gif #mat barzal #the birthday boy #barzys bday party!#op

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drewsbuzzcut · 11 months

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Barzy’s Birthday Bash

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of birth, breastfeeding, mentions of sex, and I think that’s it

“Let’s go wish daddy a happy birthday,” Mat hears the excitement in your voice even though it’s covered in a whisper.

He’s still laid in bed, bare chest on display and just the soft, white sheet covering his waist down. You still think he’s asleep, so he only peers at you when you’re not looking at him. He watches you carry Angel, who’s only 10 days old, in the cradle of your arms while you also guide Nolan into the room.

“Nols, go give daddy kisses. Go wake him up,” you instruct your oldest, and Mat makes note to act surprised.

“Daddy!” He feels Nolan struggles with climbing on the bed.

“Daddy up!” Nolan whisper yells, and you secure Angel in one arm while lifting Nolan up on the bed.

“Daddy,” Nolan lays down on Mat’s chest, cuddling into him.

You see the edges of his mouth turn up in a smile, realizing that he is already awake.

“Say happy birthday, nols,” you repeat yourself when you notice Nolan starting to nod off on Mat’s chest.

“‘Appy birthday, daddy,” he mumbles sleepily, leaning up to grab his father’s cheeks and kissing him on the nose.

Mat lets out a soft laugh, kissing Nolan’s forehead and telling him thank you. He lets his eyes land on you, standing by the bed, rocking Angel in your arms and looking beautiful as ever. You’re dressed in underwear and a tank top- easy access for when you need to nurse your newborn.

“Happy birthday, hotshot,” you situate yourself on your side of the bed, kissing Mat on the lips.

“Thank you, baby. Hi, aj! Hi, sweet boy,” he coos to Angel, caressing the small tuft of blond hair on his baby’s head.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make you breakfast this morning. I’m so tired and achy, but we can go out to eat if you want,” you whisper, hand resting on the side of his face, tracing the contours of his face.

He leans into your hand, pressing soft kisses into your palm.

“You don’t need to explain or apologize. You just had a baby, so we’re all still adjusting. I’m happy to just be with you all,” he reassures you.

Before you can respond, Angel’s whines gather your attention. He is hungry and you waste no time, immediately pulling down your shirt and watching how quick he is to latch onto your nipple. Mat watches with stars in his eyes, so in awe with you. The way your body not only makes both of your boys, but provides sustenance for them, too. He watches the way Angel’s precious, little face looks so content. His eyes open, staring at you, almost the same way Mat is looking at you.

Mat’s heart grows in size, feeling Nolan nuzzle into him so he can be as close as possible. His hand rubs the soft skin on his back, and plays with his soft hair. Even though Nolan is almost 2, he still loves skin to skin contact, and Mat will never give up an opportunity to be close with his kids.

You melt at the sight of Mat being a dad. It is your favorite version of Mat. You love how his love radiates all around, but you also enjoy the sight of your boys nestled in his large arms.

Once Angel is fed and burped, Mat holds his hands out for him after he situates Nolan on the side of his body.

Your husband holds your baby in front of him, watching Angel stare back at him with wide, curious eyes. Angel scrunches his legs, mouth forming into a hint of a smile. Mat can’t handle his cuteness. On multiple occasions, Mat has cried to you, simply about how adorable your kids are. Mat brings Angel’s face closer to his, rubbing his nose against his smaller nose. He lets his lips rest on his cheek, hand caressing the back of his head softly. You watch the way your man takes deep inhales of his baby scent. A scent that you’re both addicted to. Your heart flutters when Mat kisses Angel’s squishy cheek multiple times, his large finger being held by your baby’s tiny hand. It’s enough for Mat to get emotional, eyes teary and lips pouty. You lean your body into his side, avoiding crushing Nolan who’s practically under Mat, caressing the hair on the back of his neck and kissing softly along his jaw.

He turns to look at you, pout still painting his face and you know he’s on the verge of tears. “They’re growing up so fast,” he mutters.

“I know, but they’ll always be our babies.”

“This is the best birthday I’ve ever had,” he says, getting choked up. It brings tears to your eyes.

“Better than the birthday when we spent the whole day in bed, in Italy, having a fuck fest?” You whisper all giggly in his ear, loving the way his body tensed up and the way his breathing got heavier.

“Okay… that was the second best birthday. Our babies can never compare,” he says, gathering all his composure.

“I agree!”

After a while of family bonding, you both move both boys back to their rooms, so they continue to sleep while you spend alone time with Mat.

You’re laid on your back and he is on top of your body, in between your legs, head resting on your boobs and your hand tangling in his hair. You lift his chin up, slotting your lips between his. Your hands move to run down his bare back, nails leaving soft scratch marks, eliciting a small moan from his throat. He moves off of you, preferring to hover over you. To bring him closer to you, you wrap your legs and arms around him, joining in a kiss again. Your tongue prods around the seam of his bottom lip, seeking entrance. When he grants you access, your tongue explores his familiar mouth and dances with his own. Your lips wrap around his tongue, sucking on it and moaning out when his hands start to wander around your chest. The minute you toss your head back, Mat is kissing and biting at your neck. He knows not to leave marks, but he’ll be a little tease and leave a faint red color painted on your skin.

“Maty, I love you,” you whine and whimper as he starts sucking on your earlobe.

“I love you more, forever.”

“I’m sorry we can’t have sex this year,” you apologize, torn at the thought that’s been nagging at you. You just had a baby, you weren’t cleared to be having sex, and it’d be the first time in your relationship that you don’t have sex on his birthday.

“I love sex with you, but I love you so much more. I love getting to be with you and our babies. You don’t need to apologize, ever. This is still the best birthday of my life no matter what happens, because I have you three here with me,” he comforts you, his genuine words, sinking in and allowing you to finally release your pent up emotions about the whole situation.

“Happy birthday, barzy,” you say once more, attaching your lips to his, pulling him back into your sweet moment.

a/n: Hope you all enjoy!

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leafs-lover · 2 years

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32 with Tito

Boyfriend!Anthony X Reader taken from this prompt list

The sun long ago fell behind the New York high rises, the bright yellow once reflecting off the East River is now dark. The darkness of the water carries into your 52nd floor apartment, every wave of the river rolls through you further drowning you in your sorrows.

He was supposed to be here, five hours ago. He promised he would be there. Just like he was supposed to be at your best friend’s birthday party two weeks ago, your company dinner last month and your nephew’s birthday party three months ago. He was supposed to be there.

Zipping up the suitcase you head to the bathroom. Grabbing your brushes and products you carefully put them in your makeup bag. Next is your blow dryer, straightener, curling iron, products and items you can’t live without and you make the trip down to your car. Bag after bag fill the trunk, slowly no space is left.

Unlocking the door for what will be the last time you remove the key from your key ring. Setting it on the hall table you hear Anthony’s key turn in the lock.

“YN,” he instantly wraps his arms around you, your back agaisnt his stomach.

Kissing your cheek all you can smell is whiskey and the faintness of perfume. Neither one surprises you. Anthony wouldn’t cheat, you have zero doubt of that. Just like on the ice, he often plays the wingman to his teammates, flirting with the friends of the girl they are trying to get. Never once has he crossed a line but your stomach churns every time he kisses you smelling like them.

“Have a good night?” you sigh.

“Yeah, after practice I went to Barzy’s for a bit, then we grabbed dinner and drinks with Marty and Bellows.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Mhm. The boys missed you babe, you should have come,” he places another sloppy kiss on your neck, tightening his grip on your stomach.

“I was at dinner with my parents.”

His grip loosens while he stiffens behind you, the lights going off in his head. “YN…I…I’m so sorry.”

Pulling away you turn around and cross your arms over your chest, waiting for whatever apology he has this time. “I forgot, it completely slipped my mind…we were hanging out just watching some golf when Marty called asking if we wanted to grab dinner…I just…I –“

“Forgot,” you sigh heavily, tears brimming in your eyes. “You always forget.”

“That’s not true-“ his tone is quiet as he awaits your scolding, knowing it should be coming.

“No you’re right, when it comes to the guys you never forget. But me? My friends? My family? You always forget.”

“No YN, I don’t always forget.”

“Anthony,” you plead with him. His eyes soften and he reaches out for your hands but you shake him off. “I can’t do this anymore,” your voice finally cracks, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on you.

“YN, what are you – what are you saying?” He swallows the lump in his throat while he attempts to stifle his tears.

“If I was important to you, you wouldn’t forget, you’d make the time for me.” Your eyes burn as tears flow down your cheeks, matching the ones on his.

“You’re everything to me.”

“Evidently I’m not.”

#Anthony Beauvillier #Anthony Beauvillier Fic #Tito Fic #NY Islanders #NY Islanders Fic #NHL Fic #hockey fic #Anthony Beauvillier x reader #Anthony Beauvillier imagine #blurb weekend #weekend writing #prompt list #my writing

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youngbeezer · 3 years

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Happy Birthday Mathew

A/N: Uh hi so this is my very first writing piece I have done and I am kinda nervous to post this.. I’ve wanted to try out writing for a little while now,, so I thought in honor of pretty boys bday I would put a little something together.

Feedback would def be appreciated so I can know if I’m gonna continue doing this or not lol.

Warnings: None just a fluffy lil blurb for the bday boy :)

Word Count: 538

Tagging a few people who follow me so this doesnt totally flop,,,

@tessisawriter @joelsfarabees @bitchforbarzy @ollywahlygator @barzy-xoxo @gigissports @sorokns

I woke up to the sunlight casting through the curtains and a cold bed. Confused, I roll over to find the other half of the bed empty and my boyfriend nowhere to be seen. Realizing what day it is and now knowing my morning plans were ruined, I grunted and got out of bed, throwing on an old oversized Islanders t-shirt lying on the ground and made my way to the kitchen.

Walking through the doorway I stop dead in my tracks finding the shirtless culprit starting a pot of coffee and humming to himself. Still a little groggy from just waking up, I mumbled,

“Why aren’t you still in bed?”

Startled, Mathew whipped around to the source to find me standing in the doorway wearing one of his old Islanders t-shirts looking all pouty and in his opinion-- adorable.

“Well good morning to you too,” Mat lightly smirked, while pouring his cup of coffee and an extra for you now as well.

I groaned and continued to pout as I said “Noooo, I had this whole plan for this morning where I was going to wake up before you, bring you breakfast in bed and give you your gift, and then maybe some birthday cuddles.”

Mathew smiled and made his way over to you before smirking again saying, “Are you my gift?”

Scoffing, I lightly smack him on his bare chest before grinning when he wraps me up into one of his big bear hugs. Wrapping my arms around his neck and lightly pulling at the hair of the back of his neck I mumble,

“Can you at least go lay back in bed so I can feel a little better about if being a good girlfriend or not on your birthday?”

Mat makes a little noise of disapproval before untangling himself to look me directly in the eyes. He firmly cupped my cheeks before giving me a soft peck on the lips.

“Baby, listen. You don’t have to do the whole breakfast in bed, gift giving shabang for you to be a good girlfriend or to make my birthday special. Any guy would be lucky to be spending their birthday with you just in their presence.”

His voice then goes down to a soft whisper as he continues, “I never cared for my birthday until I met you. Now each birthday reminds me of how grateful I am that we get to spend another year together.”

With my heart so full of love for the man standing in front of me, I wrap him into my arms once again and press my lips to his. Both of us have yet to brush our teeth, but neither of us seem to care as our lips continue to linger on one another. It’s a gentle, innocent kiss that still holds so much passion and love, and where neither of us want to be the first to pull away.

Eventually I pull away to whisper against his lips, “You know even though it’s your birthday, I think I’m the one getting the gift by spending it with you.”

Giggling softly Mat brings me into one more sweet kiss before responding,

“I love you y/n.”

“I love you too. Happy birthday Mathew.”

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miracleonice87 · 3 years

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Begin Again, part two

with Mathew Barzal

a/n: in honor of @kerwritesthings’ birthday (that’s right, go wish her a happy one if you haven’t already!)… Hayden and Mat are back! part one was one of the earlier pieces I wrote, and it was a combo of a reader/oc, which I don’t really like to use in my writing now, but I’m sticking with it for consistency’s sake. title is based on T Swift's song, which I obviously don't own and all that stuff.

warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, nothing graphic

word count: 5.3K+

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“Hayden!” you heard from across the Coliseum concourse, just moments after you’d stepped through the doors of the main entrance. A stunning platinum blonde with a dazzling smile quickly approached, waving excitedly. Your first instinct was to look over your shoulder to try and determine who the woman was speaking to, since you didn’t recognize her, but she had called your name.

Instead, you forced a small smile and tentatively stepped toward her. As soon as she was within arm’s reach, she gathered you into a tight hug.

“Sorry, I’m a hugger!” she exclaimed, then stepped back and fanned a hand across her chest. You couldn’t help but notice the rock on her left ring finger, not to mention her perfectly manicured nails and pristine blue silk Islanders jacket, paired with a white t-shirt, black jeans, and snakeskin boots. “I’m Sydney, but you can call me Syd. It’s Sydney Esiason Martin, actually. I’m Matt Martin’s wife, but all the guys just call him Marty,” she explained, her hands gesturing animatedly all the while.

It was all coming together in your brain now, that Mat must have arranged for Sydney to be on the lookout for you, and you nodded slowly, your smile growing.

“I’m Hayden,” you offered, but of course, she already knew that, you thought as you mentally kicked yourself. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you, and Marty, too.”

Sydney beamed, her eyes glittering. “Yeah, you, too!” she said. “It isn’t often Barzy brings a girl around the group. Well, honestly… it isn’t ever, actually,” she said with a lighthearted giggle. “You must be pretty special.”

You breathed a chuckle and swiped your tongue along your bottom lip, lost for words.

Sydney must have sensed your unease, because after a beat, she gave your upper arm a light squeeze and nodded her head toward the escalators leading to the suite level.

“C’mon, I’ll show ya where we’re sitting,” she said. “I’m starving. I think I want a pretzel with cheese. Are you hungry? They have the most incredible nachos up there, just wait…”

And as Sydney rambled on about the delicacies to be found in the family suite, your anxieties about meeting the people there suddenly shrunk, and you found yourself thinking that you were going to like this “Syd.”

_____

The game was a blowout.

New York beat Ottawa 6-1, and Mat had a goal and three assists, not to mention the night’s second star. You had held your own in the family box, and Sydney had been the perfect guide — introducing you to the kindest of the guys’ partners and avoiding the ones that side-eyed you standoffishly, whispering in your ear that so-and-so had dated two NHLers in the past, and so-and-so and her boyfriend were constantly on and off, and that Syd didn’t expect them to be around for long, so don’t worry about them. You mostly spent the evening nodding along politely to various conversations, giggling at Sydney’s over-the-top antics, and making small talk with some of the veterans’ wives. They all seemed relieved to know that you were familiar with the hockey world and, therefore, had at least a hint of what you were (potentially) getting yourself into.

But one thing you hadn’t expected? When Syd turned to you a few minutes after the game ended and said, “Oh! Matt just texted me. He said Barzy wants me to bring you downstairs.”

You swallowed your last sip of beer, hard.

“Downstairs?” you asked softly after a long pause.

“Uh huh!” Sydney nodded emphatically, tucking her phone into her Louis Vuitton bag and patting your knee. “He probably wants to introduce you to some of the boys. Don’t worry,” she said with a nonchalant wave of her hand, doing her best to calm your nerves.

You nodded slowly and reached for your own, much less expensive, bag. “O-okay.”

Ten minutes later, you were in the depths of the Coliseum in a lounge across from the locker room, Sydney chatting away about how when playoffs start, you’ll have to join her and the other girls for tailgating in the parking lot before the game, because it’s such a blast, and it’s a lot easier to watch your significant other knock the shit out of someone (or get the shit knocked out of him) when you’re tipsy. You stayed noncommittal, all the while questioning in your mind whether Mat would even want you around once playoffs started.

But you didn’t have long to dwell on that, because a moment later, the locker room door swung open, and two tall, broad, light brown-haired men stepped through it, Mat close on their heels. You could have sworn you heard him sharply whisper “please don’t embarrass me” before they crossed the hallway, but then again, maybe that was just in your head, because immediately after, Mat gave you a huge smile and stepped forward to pull you in for a hug.

“Hey!” he greeted warmly, then completely caught you off guard by pecking your lips, right there in front of half a dozen of his teammates and their partners.

You touched your fingertips to your lips, feeling them buzzing at the unexpected contact. You recovered as quickly as you could and smiled back at him, lost in the way he looked in his sharp grey suit and in how he smelled fresh out of the shower.

“Hi,” you said quietly.

And just as you studied Mat’s appearance, he was studying yours — taking in your royal blue blazer, the way your light-wash jeans hugged your curves perfectly, and, of course, admiring the Manolo Blahniks you’d scrimped and saved for two years to purchase.

“Nice shoes,” Mat commented, winking flirtatiously. You giggled, his words echoing the very first he had ever spoken to you back in the coffee shop. “Seriously, though, you look beautiful, Hayden,” he added.

Your cheeks warmed, and you tucked your hair behind your ear as you glanced down at your feet.

“Thanks, Maty,” you said quietly. “You look great, too.”

With an appreciative nod, he pressed his hand to your lower back and guided you nearer to the men accompanying him, who had already greeted their significant others — Syd kissing Matt, and Grace, you remembered, hugging her husband, whose name you couldn’t quite recall.

“Well, Hayd, you know Syd and Grace now, but I want to introduce you to their husbands, Marty and Anders,” Mat said, motioning toward them. “Anders is our captain, and Marty’s like my team dad.”

You giggled at that, glancing up at Mat fondly before focusing back on his teammates and extending your arm.

“It’s so nice to meet you both,” you said, shaking their hands.

“You, too,” Anders said. “I’m glad you came out tonight.”

“Yeah, Barzy won’t shut up about you, and now we see what all the fuss is about,” Marty said, laughing at his own joke as Sydney poked him in the ribs playfully.

“What’s this about Barzy not shutting up?” you heard from behind the wall of well-dressed men in front of you, before an icy blue-eyed man stepped forward. Mat rolled his eyes.

“And this is Tito,” Mat said, waving his arm toward the man you knew to be his close friend. “Don’t let him fool you — he doesn’t ever shut up, either.”

Tito smirked at that and held out his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Hayden,” he said kindly. “You’ll have to come back — you must’ve been our good luck charm tonight.”

You shook your head shyly. “No, no, I can’t take the credit,” you insisted. “That was all you guys. But yes, it’s so nice to meet you, too, Tito.”

Tito smiled, looking between you and Mat, and before Tito could offer a response, Mat spoke into your ear.

“I got us a reservation at this place nearby,” he said, his low tone making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “I don’t wanna rush you, but we should probably get going. Besides, hopefully this is far from the last opportunity you’ll have to hear my friends chirp me.”

You smiled up at Mat, admiring the way his still-damp hair fell perfectly around his sculpted face, and nodded.

“Sure, let’s go,” you told him.

_____

“Okay, favoriiite... NFL team.”

“Seahawks," Mat answered. "Since Seattle’s not far from Coquitlam, you know?”

You nodded. “Plus Russell Wilson and Ciara are everything.”

“Everything,” he agreed dramatically, knocking his knuckles on the table for emphasis. “What about you?”

“Oh, Pats all the way,” you proclaimed, sitting back in your chair. “The day Brady signed with the Bucs was top five worst days of my life,” you added emphatically.

Mat clucked his tongue. “Awww, poor baby,” he said teasingly, throwing you a wink. You rolled your eyes.

“Okay, okay, your turn. Next question,” you said, reaching across the table for his hand, tracing the veins there with your fingertips as Mat beamed at you, unable to think immediately of another inquiry as he was too distracted by your soothing touch.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “Alright, uh,” he began. “How about... oh, what was your favorite movie as a kid?”

A faraway smile spread slowly across your lips as you looked just past Mat, recalling laying on the floor of your den back in Maine, Nick by your side as you watched the same VHS tape over and over again.

“You’ve probably never heard of it,” you started, shaking your head. “But, uh, it was called Brave Little Toaster.”

Mat stilled.

“Shut up,” he deadpanned.

Your brows pulled together, puzzled. “What?”

Mat chuckled in disbelief. “Brave Little Toaster was my favorite movie as a kid.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re lying,” you accused.

Mat put up his hands in innocence.

“Swear!” he insisted. “You can call my sister right now. We watched it every day for years.”

You could only grin stupidly. “Us, too,” you told him. “Sequels weren’t that good, though,” you added, taking a sip of your wine.

Mat nodded, looking pleased with that assessment, and thought not for the first time that night about how easy this all felt with you. How right. From the simplest thing to the most important.

“No, no, they were trash,” he laughed. “Brave Little Toaster Goes to Mars, and, uh... shit, what was the other one… uh, Brave Little Toaster…”

“To The Rescue,” you finished, Mat echoing the last word before you both fell into a fit of giggles.

“I cannot believe we have this much in common, Maty,” you said when you finally caught your breath.

“Yeah, pretty crazy, right?” Mat said. You nodded as he reached for his gin and tonic. “Feels like I’ve met my other half,” he said.

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to hide your shy smile, dropping your gaze to your lap. From across the table, Mat squeezed your hand. Then, a voice piped up from behind you.

“I hate to interrupt…”

You turned in your seat to find the maître d' leaning toward you, an apologetic look in his eyes.

“We’re going to be closing, so I just wanted to ask—”

“Oh, god, did we close the place down?!” you asked apprehensively, glancing around the room to discover that, indeed, you and Mat were the last two in the room.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” Mat said, flustered. “I didn't even realize. We’ll get out of your hair. I’m so sorry, sir. Really.”

The man shook his head in understanding and left the table as the waiter approached with the bill.

Suddenly, your stomach dropped. You couldn’t even fathom how much two steak dinners and drinks for the both of you would cost at a place like this. You felt guilty for agreeing to come here instead of suggesting something less extravagant, and you braced yourself as you waited for Mat to make some noise of disgust at the number on the check, just like you’d been used to at the end of date nights for so long.

But, it never came. Mat simply tucked a few bills into the fold, and looked back up at you with a smile and a contented sigh.

“You ready?” he asked easily.

You nodded. “I’m ready for anything with you.”

Mat jutted out his chin proudly and came around to pull out your chair. With his hand gently resting on the small of your back, he guided you to the valet station in front of the restaurant while you waited for his car to be brought around. All the while, Mat felt his heart thudding against his ribcage as he contemplated his next move.

Unaware of his internal struggle, you turned to him with a smirk as you awaited the car’s arrival, and you slipped your hands into his jacket pockets as you leaned into his chest.

“My hands are cold,” you explained simply, while Mat nodded, thinking that there was no better feeling than you reaching out for him. He only wanted to be near to you, ever, always, which brought him to finally posing his long anticipated inquiry.

“Hey, uh…” Mat began, clearing his throat nervously. “I was thinkin’, maybe you’d wanna come over to my place, like, maybe for the night? Honestly I just… I just wanna spend as much time with you as I can, especially since we’ve got another roadie coming up. And I’d love to just curl up on the couch with you, maybe watch a movie—“

“Yes,” you answered softly, but firmly. You had never been more certain that yes, you wanted to go home with this person. Right now.

Mat was caught off guard by your confident answer, and he smiled down at you in disbelief.

“You sure?” he asked. “There’s no pressure, Hayd. I know this is moving fast and all.”

You nodded. “It is,” you concurred. “But it feels… good. It feels right. And I wanna come home with you, Maty.”

Mat grinned from ear to ear and grasped your face with both his hands, kissing you deeply just as his car pulled up to the curb. He took your hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Let’s go then.”

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You did spend the night at Mat's that night, and the next night, and the one after that. But the one after that, Mat wasn’t around, and was instead in Raleigh for the first half of a two-game road trip. So, you were surprised when, while you were watching the game, you heard your doorbell ring. Frowning, you jogged to your door and hit the intercom.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, Miss Parker?”

“This is she.”

“Got a delivery for you. Says it’s from an ‘M. Barzal’?”

You smirked, tucking your chin to your chest.

“I’ll be right down.”

Seconds later, you were bounding down the stairs to meet the delivery person, who stood on your building’s front steps holding a stout bouquet of full, white peonies. You thanked them as you took the bouquet in your hands, staring down at it wistfully as you closed the door behind you. Not bothering to wait until you were back in your apartment to read the note, you pulled the card from the envelope tucked within the bouquet.

Hayd,

Pretty flowers for my pretty girl. Be home soon. Don’t forget about me.

_____

“Baby sis!”

You heard your brother’s booming voice on the other end of the line three days later, sounding a bit distant. By that and the sound of papers shuffling, you knew he had you on speaker at his office. “What’s up, Hayd?”

You smiled at his eternally effervescent tone.

“Hi, Nicky,” you greeted. “Oh, nothing much.” Lie. “Just wanted to give you a call and check in.”

“Aww, I’m flattered,” Nick replied. “But you know that I know you better than anybody else, right? I can tell by your voice that you’ve got something to say. What’s goin’ on? Lay it on me.”

You bit your bottom lip. Damn him. Even all the way from Boston, he could still read you like a book. You couldn’t help the girlish giggle that escaped you as you admitted, “Okay, okay. I wanted to tell you that I, uh... I met somebody.”

You could practically hear his eyebrows shoot up over the phone.

“Really?” Nick drawled, lengthening both syllables dramatically. You rolled your eyes at his theatrics, but still, you beamed.

“Really,” you confirmed. “Somebody you’d, uh... somebody you’d actually probably recognize.”

“What do you mean? You cop yourself an attorney or what?”

“No,” you responded, fussing with the frayed hem of your cropped sweater. “No, not quite—“

“What, a Yankee then?”

Your eyes widened at his surprisingly accurate interruption. He was more on the nose than he knew.

“Well... not a Yankee, but...”

“Shut up,” he cut you off once more. “A Met? A Jet?”

You bit at the skin around your polished plum fingernails before you spat out, “An Islander.”

Silence. Then, a bellow.

“What?!”

That was Nick. Ever the thespian.

“It’s Mat Barzal, Nicky,” you answered matter-of-factly. “Like something out of a goddamn rom-com, I met him in a coffee shop about a month ago, and we’re… we’re dating. He’s my boyfriend.” You uttered the last words of your statement with an astonished laugh. It still seemed too good to be true just in your own head — telling someone else made you sound certifiably crazy, even to your own ears.

“I- … how... Jesus! What?!” Nick sputtered. “Hayden! What the fuck! Well, ‘m happy for you, but I’m just… I think I’m in shock right now.”

You groaned with a pained chuckle.

“I know. I’ve been in shock this entire time,” you concurred. “But Mat, he’s… he’s amazing. It sounds so cliché, but he’s just such a normal guy. He’s super polite, funny, thoughtful—“

“Plus he’s an absolute man rocket,” Nick added enthusiastically.

You put a hand to your forehead, rolling your eyes once more.

“Spoken like a true former hockey player,” you commented.

Quickly moving on from your remark, Nick asked, “So, when do Annie and I get to meet him? Seen him on the ice for years but I gotta make sure he’s good enough for my baby sis.”

You smiled warmly at his often-used term of endearment and replied, “Well, yeah. That’s kinda the main reason I wanted to talk to you. He plays the B’s next weekend, on Sunday, at the Garden. The game’s at 1, I think, so… uh… he got us tickets — three tickets. He wants me and you and Annie to go to the game and then he wants us all to go out together—“

“Done,” your brother spoke up firmly before you could even finish. You beamed at his confirmation, despite the fact that he had interrupted you for what felt like the hundredth time in your three-minute call.

“Really?” you asked, scrunching your nose tentatively. “I know you guys are really busy, especially with wedding planning and stuff, and I’d totally understand—“

“Hayden, stop,” Nick spoke sternly. “Seriously. It’s no problem. Sundays are good for us. Besides, even if I did have plans, I’d cancel them for this. Meeting my sister’s new boyfriend is a big deal.”

Absentmindedly, you nodded, though he couldn’t see it.

“Well, thank you, Nicky. It means a lot. I’ll let Mat know you can make it. He’ll be so excited,” you told your brother happily.

“Awesome,” Nick replied warmly. “So what about Mom and Dad? They haven’t met the kid yet, have they?”

You snorted. “Nicky, you’re only two years older than him,” you pointed out. “You can’t call him a kid.”

“Sure I can!” he insisted. “He’s dating my kid sister — that makes him a kid to me.”

You sighed, amused.

“Whatever. But no, they have not met him yet,” you said. “That’ll happen soon enough, you know? I mean, you know how Dad can be — he can come off as kinda gruff, even though you and I know he’s a teddy bear. And Mom, she’s just gonna fall in love with him, and I’m not ready for that just yet.” You chuckled as you heard Nick offer a hum of understanding on the other end of the phone. “Besides, he has a lot of respect for you, and you guys have a lot in common. I just think it would be great for the two of you to meet first,” you said.

“What do you mean he has a lot of respect for me?” Nick asked, sounding puzzled.

One of your brows quirked of its own accord and a smirk stretched across your lips. You’d unwittingly skipped over the best part — the best part for Nick, anyway.

“Oh, I didn’t mention that?” you asked smugly. “He remembered you. The first day we met, I told him my brother played in the Q, he asked my last name… and immediately, he remembered you.”

You heard Nick suck in a breath. “You can’t tell me shit like this, sis,” he said. “Annie always says my ego is already too big as it is, and you just inflated it even more.”

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter, amused by his declaration.

“Well, that’s facts,” you replied. “He remembered the injury, but most of all, he remembered how good you were. He was really glad to hear you’re doing well now.”

“Marry him, or I will,” Nick deadpanned. You could tell he was trying to use humor to mask any emotions your statement had stirred up.

“Oh, Annie would love to hear you say that,” you scoffed, then you glanced at the clock above you. “Listen, I gotta get to the Coli, but I’ll—“

“Oh, my god, my name is Hayden, and my boyfriend is an Islanderrr! I have to get to the Coli to watch him playyy!” your brother mimicked ruthlessly.

You growled at Nick’s playful mocking of you and spat, “Hey, you want these B’s-Isles tickets next weekend or not?”

Immediately, Nick shaped up.

“Just kidding, my darling baby sister! I’ll let you go, and I’ll see you next weekend,” he said.

“Deal. I’ll call you once Mat and I go over the details and stuff,” you promised.

“Sounds good. I’ll talk to ya then. Hey — one more thing,” Nick said hurriedly.

“What’s that?” you inquired as you swung your handbag over your shoulder and grabbed your jacket from the hook in your entryway.

“Are you happy?” Nick asked, his voice more solemn than it had been throughout your entire conversation — more solemn than it almost ever was. Your lips stretched into a slow grin.

“Honestly, Nicky…” you began, a dreamy sigh leaving you as you paused pulling on your jacket. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m super happy.”

You could hear Nick smiling as he replied, “Good. I can tell. You deserve it, Hayd.”

“Thanks,” you answered softly. “It feels really good.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Nick retorted knowingly. You hummed in agreement and he added, “Alright, I’ll talk to you later. I love you, baby sis.”

“I love you, too, brother,” you replied. “Bye.”

You tapped the red button on your screen to end the call and slipped your jacket the rest of the way over your shoulders as you headed for the door. Just as you reached for the knob, your phone dinged with a text alert.

MB 😍: See you after the game, beautiful. Sushi and sleepover at my place tonight? Up to you. Just let me know 😘

You felt your cheeks warm as a smile stretched across your face, grinning like an idiot at your phone as you had every day for the last month — not that you cared. In fact, it was a welcome change from the sighs and eye rolls you used to emit when reading texts from your last significant other. You felt grateful for this new beginning, this flood of long-dormant feelings you didn’t know you’d ever feel again.

Your fingers flew easily across the keyboard as you typed your response: Sounds perfect. Count me in. Good luck, baby 💋

Within seconds, as you pulled the door closed and headed for the parking garage, his reply lit up your screen.

MB 😍: 🥰

Yeah, you couldn’t have said it better yourself.

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The next weekend after dinner, Nick stood with his arm wrapped around Annie’s shoulders, waving goodbye as he watched you and Mat turn and walk down the sidewalk in front of the restaurant hand in hand. Annie squeezed Nick’s waist as he sighed.

“What’s the matter?” Annie asked with a soft smile.

Nick shook his head.

“Nothin’,” he said. “Absolutely nothing is the matter. That kid is… I mean, he’s somethin’ else, huh?”

Annie chuckled thoughtfully.

“He really is,” she agreed. “I’ve known your sister since she was a kid, and I’ve never seen her so giddy as she was today with him.”

“Yeah, me either,” Nick said, his voice sounding far away. “I feel like… I dunno, I feel like this might be the real thing. I know it sounds crazy to say that already.”

Annie grinned, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I don’t think it’s crazy,” she said. “I think they’re really in love.”

Nick breathed a laugh through his nose, shaking his head. “Who woulda thought? My sister and an Islander. Shit.”

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“Don’t freak out,” Mat spoke, an anxious smirk on his face as his eyes glimmered.

“Maty!” you whined. “You’re scaring me. What the hell is it?” you asked, your eyes landing once more on the white box tied with a blue satin ribbon.

“Just open it,” Mat instructed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as you studied him cautiously.

You shook your head, wondering what on earth he was up to, but pulled the ribbon to loosen the bow nonetheless. You pulled the top of the box off and peeled away the tissue paper beneath to reveal a denim jacket, the name “BARZAL” and the number 13 embroidered in blue and orange on the back, along with an Isles logo, a blue heart, and plenty of gemstones.

You silently looked toward Mat, who gazed at you expectantly.

“It’s a WAG jacket,” he explained. “You’ve probably seen some of the girls wear them to games.”

You nodded slowly, unable to think of even a single-word response. You knew what it was. You just couldn’t believe it was yours.

You looked back down to the jacket, then finally back at Mat. He moved from his seat on the couch to sit beside you on the loveseat, taking your hand.

“Listen, I know it’s still really early on, but, I… it just felt like a no brainer to me, Hayd,” he said, his words rushed. “You totally don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to — there’s no pressure. But with the playoffs coming up, Syd asked me if I wanted to have one made for you, and I said I did. I didn’t know if I should clear it with you first, but I wanted to surprise you with it, so I—”

“You… you want me to wear this to games?” you interrupted, your brows furrowed.

Mat’s own face contorted with confusion.

“Y-yeah… yeah, of course I do, baby,” he said. “You’re my girlfriend. And I want people to know it.”

You tried to hide your unsureness under a tight smile as you ran your fingers along the decals adorning the jacket, trailing your touch down the seams. You weren’t sure if you would ever get used to being someone that your significant other was proud of and wanted to show off to the world. Past that, you couldn’t believe that Mat had purchased this for you on his own, with no strings attached — just by looking at the custom item, you knew it had been far from cheap. Every day, Mat made you feel like the most special person in the world, and sometimes you weren’t sure why he bothered, or why he’d chosen you when he could have literally anyone else.

But instead of voicing what your insecurities and your past traumas were screaming at you, you simply decided to take Mat at his word — something you’d been working hard on since the start of this relationship. You flashed a million dollar smile and threw your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, Maty,” you whispered into his ear. You felt his arms tighten around you, his hands gently caressing your back. “This means so much to me.”

Mat smiled over your shoulder and kissed your temple.

“It means everything that you wanna wear it,” he told you, pulling back. “I can’t wait to see you in it.”

You beamed and glanced back down at the garment.

“You want me to try it on?” you asked excitedly, like a little kid just home from a back-to-school shopping spree.

Mat nodded, smiling. “I would love for you to try it on,” he assured.

You wasted no time pulling the jacket from the box and lifting it up. You put one arm into the first sleeve, and Mat guided the other arm after it. Upon closer inspection, you could see your own name embroidered into the wrist of the left sleeve, along with a date in matching script on the other sleeve.

“What’s this?” you asked, smoothing your finger along the thread as you held out your arm to Mat.

The corners of his lips ticked upward into a smile. “The day we met,” he said simply.

You met his eyes and immediately leaned in, grasping his face in one hand as you kissed him, overwhelmed by his constant thoughtfulness.

“Thank you,” you repeated, and Mat only nodded. He took your hands and squeezed.

“Stand up, show me,” he insisted.

You giggled and obliged, doing a little spin with your arms outstretched as Mat laughed.

“Wow, baby, it looks great on you,” he said, in awe. “I absolutely love it. Do you like it?”

You nodded, biting at your bottom lip.

“It’s perfect,” you said, smoothing your hands along the fabric. “I’m definitely wearing it to the next game.”

Mathew nodded, pleased to hear your declaration, and crooked his finger, inviting you closer. You stepped forward, rested your knees on the couch on either side of his lap, and looped your arms around his neck. Mathew began to peck at your lips, jaw, and neck playfully.

“You look,” kiss, “so good,” kiss, “with my name,” kiss, “on your back,” kiss, followed by a mischievous squeeze to your butt.

You felt heat rise from your chest, up your neck, to your face, and you leaned back to rid yourself of the jacket and carefully toss it onto the back of the couch, causing Mat to pout his lips.

You shook your head, placing your index finger to his pucker.

“For what I have planned to say thank you, I’m not gonna wanna be wearing anything nice,” you told him, removing your finger to kiss his lips.

Mat raised his eyebrows and hummed his approval.

“How about not wearing anything at all?” he asked, cockiness in his tone as he tugged at your t-shirt. Following his cues, you removed it from your body and tossed it onto the floor.

“Whatever you say, Barzal,” you said, though Mat was too focused on your lacy bra to think of a response.

Instead, he hoisted you over his shoulder as you squealed with laughter, hauling you to the bedroom and leaving the denim jacket to be worn another day.

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A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first ever fic! It's really just an idea I've had for months, and then wrote, and then couldn't figure out which hockey boy it fit, until some mutuals were kind enough to help. I settled on our boy Barzy! It's inspired by Taylor Swift's "Gold Rush", and I really wanted to do my best in reflecting the beautiful imagery this story creates for me. I hope I did it justice. It's a little terrifying putting my writing out there, but I hope people enjoy it!

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Two curse words, it's really just internal conflict within the reader

Summary: You're celebrating your dad's 50th birthday with some friends and family at a dinner party. You happen to land your eyes on a beautiful stranger, who you can't seem to get out of your head. You spend the rest of the night wondering, should you go up to him?

Or do you let him walk out the door?

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They say when you first lay eyes on your soulmate, time stands completely still. As you gaze into their eyes, it feels as though you’ve known them for multiple lifetimes. It feels like home. Is that even remotely true?

You start to take a sip of your drink and turn your head slightly to take in your surroundings. Your eyes dance around the room, until they stumble upon another pair of wondering eyes. Your eyes lock, and you’re instantly sucked into the mysterious yet intriguing twinkling grey-blue color that compliments his navy blue suit. Suddenly, your breath hitches in your throat, every part of your body stiffens, except for your lips that part slightly and eyes that widen. The drink is long forgotten, you’re even struggling to keep it from practically falling out of your hands and onto the wooden floor. The party is now just a blur, the noise? What noise? The world is muffled, as if someone stuck your head into a hundred pillows. Images stream through your mind like an endless movie reel wrapped in shimmery gold. Endless laughter on a first date over coffee. Him rubbing the back of your hand as you take a stroll through the park. Holiday mornings, exchanging gifts. Would he participate in the tradition of opening small gifts first, or would he want the biggest gift right off the bat? Ice skating and him catching you as you stumble on a pesky track in the ice. Him tossing you into the pool while you’re trying to put up a fight in a losing battle. A sweet and quiet proposal where he promises his forever love. A kiss at the altar in front of all your friends and family. Chasing after rambunctious little kids trying to get them to nap. All these gold dripping images of a pure love plow through your brain. Your heart is the unmovable object. They are the unstoppable force.

You and him only shared a look for what was probably half a second, but the thick air that seemed to only be affecting you made time feel like it stood completely still.

You burst back into reality with the help of a slight head shake. “Woah,” you quietly whisper. You blink a few times and finally get around to taking a sip of your drink to quench your parched throat. Did you just see a whole future...with a stranger?

“Hey, are you okay?” Stella asks. Her hand gently touches your arm as she cocks her head to the side. Her brows are furrowed in what can only be described as pure confusion. Did you really space out that badly as she was talking? What were you guys even talking about?

“Oh,” you say as you gently shake your head, “yeah.” You chuckle, “yeah, I’m just fine.” You wait a beat then say, “Hey, I’m going to use the bathroom really quickly, okay?”

“Sure thing,” she nods. “Do you need me to come with?”

“I’m totally fine, I promise,” you reassure with every bone in your body while giving her your drink. You really just needed to be alone to calm your racing mind that has now turned a complete stranger into a romantic interest with the power of a golden montage.

You make your way over to the exit of the dining hall and push the creaky open with your shoulder, and the amount of force you had to use honestly hurt. Your heels click down the tiled hallway of the golf club to find the bathroom door. The rectangular bathroom mirror framed in an intricate gold design holds your reflection. You slightly tilt your head as you take a look at your face. It’s like someone took the color of a clown nose and colored in your face with it. Jeez. You shake your head and sigh. This isn’t good, and deep down, you know that. You hate when you’re like this, all flustered over someone who just happened to lock eyes with you. His eyes. They were gleaming and just all around beautiful. What were you thinking again?

Oh, right.

Well, it’s pretty obvious he has this power over you, and you don’t like that. Now is your face going to become red everytime you see him? You check your phone. There’s still two hours left, plenty of time to possibly see him again. You can’t tell if that’s necessarily a good or bad thing.

You pace around the bathroom trying to reason with your begging heart. He was pretty good looking, which means that so many people naturally want him. Who was he even talking to, anyways? You gasp and stop in your tracks, blood running cold. “He was talking to a girl,” you mumble. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t sound completely and utterly crushed. In the heat of the moment, you completely failed to realize the blonde standing next to him. You lean over the counter, the cold marble feeling on your arms making your arms break out in goosebumps. You take one last stern look in the mirror at your face. “See, this is why we can’t allow ourselves to fall that hard,” you whisper angrily, “everyone wants him, and I just...I don’t like a gold rush like that.” You shake your head again and take one last deep breath to shake out any other thoughts. You can see yourself standing barefooted at the bottom of a hole looking astounded at how tall the walls have grown, and how distant the light looks. It feels like you soared lightheartedly into the sky, just to fall and crush every bone in your body.

You roll your eyes to yourself while slightly cursing yourself out. Pushing the bathroom door open, you step out into the hallway and make a beeline back for the dining hall. Your purse starts spastically vibrating, so you hastily fish your phone out to put an end to the obnoxious noise. Scanning the text, you read that your mom is asking where you went, as the cake for your dad’s birthday is going to be cut soon. You sigh as you text, “I’m hurrying back now.”

That’s all you see before you feel a slight brush tickle your bare shoulder. Your eyes don’t dare move from your phone screen. You reason that it’s not someone you know, as they would have said something to you. Your hands shake as you put your phone back in your purse.

“Oh, sorry,” the voice trails off as he continues to walk down the hallway after he brushed up against you.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, without turning around, which is admittedly ridiculous.

As soon as you can judge his footsteps are far away enough, you make a quick glance behind to see if it really was him. And judging by the navy blue suit, it was.

Suddenly, the golden montage flows through your mind once more, showing an image of yourself wearing an old shirt of his, maybe one from when he was in high school for whatever sport he played, if he played one. Your feet feel the coolness of the wooden floor of the supposed home. The home both of you share? It’s so tangible, so real that you almost reach out to touch it. It’s right there...

Your head jerks yourself out of the vision once more, or rather the fact that you’re now faced with a white wall in front of you. You sigh a long frustrated sigh. I can’t believe I really walked by the entrance, how embarrassing, you think as you turn on your heels to backtrack. Why does this stranger have you so wrapped around his finger? No one else has been able to even come close to doing that. You feel your face with your hand, and it’s burning. I’ll go in there looking like a tomato, it’s fine.

You do your best to quite literally shake off those thoughts as you push open the dining room hall door. “There you are!” your mom says. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come on, we’re going to sing happy birthday to Dad.”

“Can’t wait,” you beam. After all, your dad only turns 50 once, and this night is about him, afterall. You follow your mom to a table with a white tablecloth resting on it.

Stella pops out from behind your dad to approach you and whispers, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You resist the urge to gently shove her in front of everyone. “Yes,” you pleadingly insist, “now stop asking me in front of Mom and Dad, they’ll think something is wrong.”

She side eyes you with an attitude. “Fine.”

“They’re my girls,” your dad says with a smile.

You and Stella laugh while leaning into him for a quick hug. “Hey dad,” you both say in unison.

The room completely dies down, people could hear a pin drop. “Ready?” your mom asks the guests. The room takes a collective deep breath.

And so the melody of Happy Birthday rings joyously through the hall, you can see the mystery stranger out of the corner of your eye. Heat radiates off your skin, it’s almost like you can feel his eyes boring into you. It takes all the willpower you can muster, but you resist the temptation to look over at him all throughout the song.

When the song is over, the room breaks out into obnoxiously loud clapping. You, Stella, and your parents share loving looks and warm smiles.

Eventually, everyone proceeds to return to normal chatter at the one rectangular table of two that they’re sitting at, and so do you, Stella and your parents.

You pull out your seat next to your sister near the middle of the middle of the table and sit, fixing your dress.

“Ahem,” Stella says in an ill attempt to cover her suspiciousness with a clearing throat noise. Queue whatever accusatory question she’s got.

“Let me just set something straight,” she starts.

“Go for it,” you say as you reach for some water.

“It’s definitely that guy a few seats down, isn’t it?” She smirks. She’s got you trapped in her little web, and she knows it.

You may or may not have fought back choking on your water or pulling a ridiculous spit take on the nice white table cloth.

You lean in and harshly whisper, “Well you didn’t have to say it that loudly.” You glance over at the mystery stranger and see his hand wrapped around his glass as he goes to drink it. He has a thick silver ring on his pointer finger?

“Hello?” Stella shifts her head to selfishly cut off your view of him.

“Okay,” you sigh in defeat, “yes it’s him. Happy?”

“Very,” she says, very satisfied because she finally pried it out of you and got you to admit it. Someone else has you wrapped around their finger. She didn’t even have to know all the details of the montages to know. She could tell by the way your eyes glossed over and how your lips would slightly part like you were in a hazy daydream.

And you were.

“Who is he anyway? And why don’t we know him?” You ask.

“I don’t know, honestly. A little strange, isn’t it? Why don’t you ask mom who he is?” She suggests, but her cheshire smile suggests that she will somehow find out, with or without your mom’s help.

“But mom’s going to absolutely harass me until I say something to him. Just you on my tail is enough,” you say with an eyebrow raised as to say ‘don’t test me.’ And Stella knows you’re right.

“Alright, fine,” she concedes, “But why don’t you, I don’t know, talk to him?”

“I did,” you nonchalantly float.

Her eyes widen and her mouth forms an “O” from disbelief. Did you really not talk to people that much?

“Really?” she practically squeals.

“Yeah, he brushed by me and said, ‘Sorry’ so I said, ‘It’s okay.’” Okay, now you get why your friends and family get mad at you for refusing to talk to people. But cracking this joke was one you could not pass up.

Her face scrunches up and she exhibits the biggest eye roll you have ever seen. She opens her mouth to start saying something, probably to scold at you, but you open your mouth to cut her off first.

“Alright no, I haven’t. And do you know why?” As you’re about to get your thought out, you’re interrupted by a fit of laughter down the stretch of the table. Your eyes scan but freeze on the stranger, whose nose is adorably scrunched up as he laughs with multiple, yes multiple, people about goodness knows what. And there’s that other blonde that you still don’t know, laughing with him. You tear your stare away and focus back on your sister.

“Look, that right there. That’s why,” you say, anger burning through your chest.

Stella raises an eyebrow in her own judgemental manner. “He talks to people? You know people do that right?”

Now it’s your turn to return the favor of a judgemental eye roll. “No, Stella, I mean just look at him and the people he’s surrounded by. It’s so obvious that everyone wants him. Just look at that girl with him. I’m not the only one who wants to love him.”

Silence ensues between you two. She picks up her phone and shoots a quick text. After a moment she says, “Well, I think if you just talked to him, you’d be pleasantly surprised with what could happen. I have to help mom with distributing gift bags. You stay here,” she instructs.

You can only assume you’re not being called to help because Stella graciously told your mom that you’re potentially working up the courage to talk to someone that’s not one of your three friends or your family. How generous of her.

A few friends of your dad stop by your seat to say goodbye before they head out. The noise slightly dies down enough to scarcely hear some other conversations. You hear nothing out of the ordinary, just a girl talking about getting into her dream school to some guy. Your ears slightly move as you pick up on a voice that sounds like the one in the hallway earlier.

“Yeah dude, but did you see the fake out on the goalie on the second goal? That had to have been the best part.”

Out of instinct you open your mouth to interject, but quickly shut it and put it under lock and key. You blink in disbelief. Hockey? Did this man just speak on hockey?

You circle the rim of the coffee cup and stare at the brown liquid. In a different universe…

In a different universe you would have actually kept your mouth open, and maybe even squeezed some words out, too.

“Actually, that seamless stretch pass down the neutral zone from the defenseman after a pretty difficult forecheck set up the play pretty well. I’d give him a lot of credit, too.”

He’d probably look a little shocked, as do most guys when you interject your two-sense about hockey. But maybe he’d break out into a small smile and offer a rebuttal. Yeah, that sounds nice. Maybe one day…

Maybe one day you’ll be sitting next to him on the couch, watching a game while cuddling and brushing the hair out of his face. Oh who are you kidding, you’ll be up and screaming at the TV. It’s your staple.

A noise of someone dropping something behind you slightly startles you and pulls you out of your once again golden daydream. You finally stop mindlessly circling the rim of your coffee cup to take a sip, but only to find it’s now ice cold.

This is why you hate looking through a pair of rose colored glasses. It distracts you from enjoying things. You glance over at your dad who’s still talking to one of his good friends that lingered after festivities. You’re supposed to be celebrating him right now, but instead you’re literally stuck in this cursedly pure golden daydream that is almost too good to break.

You can see him. He’s still there, at the end of the table, chatting away with some dude. The blonde left at some point, though.

“Well, I gotta head out, man, good to see you. My sister needs help with packing her stuff for college tomorrow, so we’ve got a busy day coming up.”

Could that girl have been his sister?

“Congratulations to her on getting into her dream school by the way,” the guy says. “I talked to her when she was here earlier, and she seemed super excited.”

A wave of cool relief washes over your body, remembering the conversation about college you picked up on earlier. It was his sister.

“Yeah she is, she worked really hard, and it also involved a whole lot of crying,” he chuckles.

Ain’t that right, you think to yourself.

The table shakes as he pushes out of his chair. Your eyes remain glued to your coffee cup no matter how much you want them to move. You just can’t gather the courage to say something, and you’re cursing yourself for it. You don’t want to sit here and dream about him anymore. You want to actually let these things happen, for once. You want to just unleash all these swirling and sickeningly sweet emotions from your body and drown him in it. You want so badly to leap up and say something, anything. Step on those voices taunting you and mocking you saying that it could never happen, it could never be so it will never be. He’s so inviting that you can’t resist any longer. You go to reach out to him, but the door shuts before you know it.

And just as fleeting as he came,

He’s gone.

Fuck. It feels as though a brick is sitting on your chest, suffocating you. You really let your worries control you, and this time it feels as though you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life. You just can’t believe you let it happen when your mind was begging you to talk to him. You always do-

“Shit,” you mumble. In your frustration, you knocked over the remnants of the coffee onto the not-so-white-anymore table cloth. Tears prickle up in your eyes, your throat closes, and your nose begins to sting. You quickly swallow these emotions down your throat and begin to use a napkin to soak up the excess coffee. Drinks have really not been your friend tonight.

For the first time, you notice as you clean that it’s just you left in the room, besides a few people cleaning up on the other end. You’re not sure where your family has gone, but you haven’t received any texts prompting you to leave yet. It’s so silent that you can hear some muffled chatter down the hall.

Suddenly, you hear the same creak of the door open with an “oof” that doesn’t quite sound like your dad. Your blood runs cold and you freeze mid press into the tablecloth. You glance up without turning around to see a lone jacket hanging on a chair suspiciously close to the chair he previously sat in. Your eyes widen and dart around the room, but you dare not move, waiting to see what he does. Even after cursing yourself out for ten minutes while cleaning up spilled coffee, you still haven’t learned to make the first move. His presence feels like a forcefield, you can feel it heavily pressing into your back.

But he isn’t moving to grab the jacket, no.

A pointer finger with a silver ring taps your shoulder.

“Hey,” the clarity of his voice rings in your ears like a bell. Your heart is racing so fast that it feels like it’s going to burst out of your rib cage and run its own 10k. You slowly crank your head around to meet his eyes for the first time-- face to face.

And you must say, his face is really pretty when you actually talk to him face to face. Maybe you should do this more often. You take in his golden features, and struggle to hide a small smirk creeping up on your face. His messy hair falls perfectly into place on his head, and his kind face makes you feel as though a mess of metallic gold swirls are playfully swirling and dashing around you both. You’ve found him in this lifetime.

“I’m Mat, can I help you clean up before I grab my jacket?”

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