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drewsbuzzcut · 1 year

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Visceral In Doses

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

series warnings: mentions of sex, curse words, bits of angst, small age gap (5 years), mentions of nudity, mentions of alcohol, mentions of anxiety and other mental health related talk

series masterlist: continued masterlist

blurbs will be found in the “visceral in doses blurbs” tag

☀️: the summer series 🎞️: the vogue series🎄: holiday series

first weeks:

Nothing Like The Rain

Hook, Line, And Sinker

Dangerous

Losing Our Balance

months 1-3

Let The Chaos Begin

The Waiting Game

Something For The Pain And Something So I Sleep

Drama Isn’t Picky

months 4-6

Drunk Off You & ig edit

Haze

I Love The Sound, I Love The Taste ☀️

Summertime And The Living’s Easy ☀️

Pleasing ☀️

Cherries And Cream ☀️

Paradise ☀️

1 year

A Peek Behind The Curtain

No Home Without Me

Date Nights

I Wanna Stay Here Forever

Day In The Life

Angel

The Very First Christmas 🎄

Christmas Trees & Ice Skating 🎄

2 Years

Decisions

Daddy

Breaking The Internet

I Can Feel Your Heart Beatin’ With Mine

Bliss

Falling Fast, Breathing Slow

Stars All Aligned

Words We Don’t Mean

Words We Don’t Mean pt. 2

The Countdown Begins

Nolan Rhodes Barzal

The Beginning

Undying Love

Beach Bums

You’re My Remedy

Mother

3 Years

Kiss It Better

Boy’s Day… Plus Mom

Vineyard Adventures ☀️

Flicks From Italy ☀️

Surprise!

Countdown To The Wedding

Pre-wedding Requisites

Mother’s Day Special

4 Years

KUWTB

Only Light Up…

My Dear Devoted Delicate

I Love My Name Inside Your Voice

Introducing: The Barzals

Mrs. Barzal

You Can Hear It In The Silence

Won’t You Comfort Me

The Best Is Yet To Come

5 Years

Baby Angel

Grateful

Barzy’s Birthday Bash

Perfect In Denim

How It Started

Searching For Answers

We’ve Got A Problem

I Tore You Right Apart

X Marks The Spot

Forever Doesn’t Measure

Life Filled With Joy

Pregnant And Thriving

6 Years

Back Like We Never Left

Round 3

Midnights Like This

Babygirl Barzal

73 Questions 🎞️

Insight 🎞️

Beauty Secrets 🎞️

The It Girl 🎞️

24 Hours 🎞️

Preparations 🎞️

The Big Night

About Last Night

Pulling You Apart

Forever And Ever

GQ’s Couple’s Quiz

Mine

Body Electric

Barzal Film Reel

The Family Man

Don’t You Ever Grow up

You Can’t Slow Time

My Body Is Your Alarm Clock

I Feel You No Matter What

All Treats For The Barzals

Frustration

Thanksgiving Shenanigans 🎄

Under The Mistletoe 🎄

The First Christmas Party 🎄

#mat barzal #mat barzal fic #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders #mat barzal x reader #visceral in doses #visceral in doses blurbs

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garciapimienta · 4 years

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Marc’s photos with GQ though

#with GQ germany #damn this man CAN MODEL #marc andre ter stegen #mats #fcb #fc barcelona #barça

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matsfanpage · 5 years

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Models at airport Mats van Snippenberg

#mats van snippenberg #dutch model #airport #menswear #models.com #vogue #gq china

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mitch-slap · 4 years

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my dad just said mat barzal could be a gq model SIR YOU ARE VERY CORRECT

#sam talks #mat barzal

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manniskorarkonstiga · 7 years

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Mats Van Snippenberg, Gordon Bothe, Gianluca Albonico, Kressin & Max Townsend photographed by Tim Clark and styled by Nicolo Andreoni for GQ Italia December 2016

#mats van snippenberg #gordon bothe #gianluca albonico #kressin #max townsend #male model #tim clark #nicolo andreoni #gq italia #mens fashion #menswear #photography #model #fashion #editorial

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chezlekipper · 7 years

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Need to Know Pt. 4

(tags working? @incredifishface @pinknoonicorn

Frostiron modern Corporate AU (security firm) featuring escort!Loki

Tags: NSFW, age-difference, prostitution

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Loki has a plan.

Prada

Sunday morning (ish), and forty-something hours after arriving in New York, Loki was feeling well fucked and mellow. He sipped his coffee - black and heavily sugared - while idly flicking through the latest issue of British GQ that Thor had left lying around.

"Morning, Thor. Coffee's hot." Loki said sweetly as his still mostly asleep brother slouched in to the kitchen. "You didn't have to wait up for me, you know."

Loki had got in around 2 am, after being 'wined and dined' most satisfactorily. He wasn't sure if he needed to be quiet or not - was Thor out, or asleep? - only to find that Thor was at home, and apparently waiting for him. Not that he was sitting up in the lounge room scowling at the clock, ready with a 'and what sort of time do you call this, young man?' comment, but there’d been a light on in his bedroom that’d clicked off once Loki had established his presence.

Alerted by the conspicuous silence now in the kitchen, Loki looked up from the magazine. Thor was frowning at his moss green, long sleeved shirt, of soft, soft cotton that clung to him like a second skin.

"Is that Prada?"

Uh oh.

"This?" Loki glanced down at himself then turned back to the magazine. "It's a knock-off I got in Singapore."

Thor looked unconvinced, as well he might. He knew clothes, he loved clothes, he was an enthusiastic couture fanboy. He got invitations to Fashion Week events all over the world. He'd started modelling at sixteen - coincidentally the same year Loki was born - and could've made a real go of it, but had decided instead to focus on his studies.

That was the official story. Loki had heard whispers of a slightly different version, where a beautiful, arrogant boy had got caught up in the party lifestyle and had to make some hard choices.

Thor was clean living now, more or less, but still retained his love of fashion. And he was still frowning at Loki's - yes, Prada - shirt.

"You should ask him out." Loki said.

Thor blinked.

"Who?"

Topic change for the win.

"Steve, duh."

"Why would I...?" Thor tried to scoff but was going pink under his baby brother's knowing gaze. "He's already seeing someone."

"Are you sure?"

The someone Thor was referring to was probably Bucky Barnes. Loki knew about him because he'd asked Tony about Steve.

Rogers and Barnes went way back, apparently, even before the military service that neither of them would discuss. Barnes was Tony's personal trailer; he and Rogers were joint owners of a decrepit gym somewhere in Brooklyn and they shared the apartment above the place. Tony was sure they had history, but he was like 98.5% sure it was past history.

"80% sure." Tony had said after a pause. Then he'd downed his mineral water and lime, before pausing again. "Or I could be completely misreading the situation but maybe Barnes won't mind sharing."

It'd surprised Loki, though it probably shouldn't have, to know that Tony knew why he was asking...

Loki quirked a look at his discomfited brother.

"So take him out for bro beers and ask some leading questions."

Loki had ostensibly gone back to the magazine but was watching his brother's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

Score! Red as a vine-ripened tomato.

"Where did you get to last night anyway."

Not as smooth as Loki's topic change had been - he'd give it 7/10.

"I was out with friends, I told you." Loki turned a page. "I got in late."

"You could've let me know where you were."

"Why?"

"So I wouldn't worry about you." Thor's tone implied that was a dumb question. "You're my responsibility."

"Oh fuck off. I'm an adult."

"You're twenty-two, that's not an adult."

"Mum and dad fuss less than you do."

"That's because mum and dad are rich, old hippies who believe that positive thinking will keep you from harm." Thor stood up straight, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not going to try and stop you going out but please let me know when you do and if you're going to be home later than you thought. Okay? It's polite."

Loki scowled at him; he loved the big lug, but fuck's sake, he loomed like a broody bear sometimes, cramping Loki's style and ruining his fun. But if...

... if Thor was distracted, say by having a fuck buddy lobbed at him, it would give Loki more freedom to do whatever the fuck he wanted without having to dodge brotherly supervision.

Brilliant.

"Yeah. Fine. Whatever." Loki groused. "Are you going to make pancakes now? You promised."

Thor's frown melted in to the soppily fond expression Loki knew of old. His brother couldn't stay mad at him for long.

"I bought lemons especially..."

So here Loki was, his first Sunday afternoon in New York, standing outside a 'decrepit gym', preparing to do some stalking on his brother's behalf.

"Hi." A short, broad, brown-skinned man with scars in both his eyebrows greeted Loki at the scuffed reception desk. "Welcome to Barnes' Gym. How can I help?"

"Just wondering if I can have a look around?"

Loki had stuffed his hands in his jean's pockets, hunched his shoulders a little and opened his eyes wide, making himself look young and a bit unsure.

"Of course." The guy came out from behind the desk. He was very broad in the shoulders and very solid in the thighs. "I'm Manny."

Loki shook his hand.

"Loki."

He realised a split second too late that maybe he shouldn't have given his real name. Some covert agent he'd make.

"This way." Manny led him towards an old, heavy door. Through the door's circular window Loki caught a glimpse of dusty sunlight. "You lookin' for a gym?"

"Toying with the idea." Loki lifted a shoulder. "I know I should be doing something but I don't know what."

It was the smell he noticed first. It wasn't a bad smell, as smells go; old sweat, determination, body spray. Then he looked around.

"Wow. This is not what I expected."

Manny was grinning ear to ear. A few of his top molars were missing.

"You were expecting glass and chrome, people in fancy workout gear?"

"Yeah." Loki grimaced. "Sorry, but yeah. Isn't that what gyms are supposed to be like?"

"Not Barnes', baby, we're old school."

It was a huge space, taking up maybe a quarter of the block. Strip fluoros hung from the ceiling to augment the natural light from the row of windows high up in the side wall. Mirrors beneath those windows, for along half the length, reflected the big old boxing ring in one corner, currently being used by two young bloods being yelled at by an older man. Fluted metal pillars supported the roof. New paint. Punching bags. Stack of gym mats in another corner. Air-conditioned and cool.

'Old' yes, Loki thought, but not decrepit. Had Tony even been here?

"Was this an industrial space once?" Loki asked, looking up.

"Until 1945." Manny confirmed. "Building went through a few conversions after that."

Off to the side were what looked like standard gym equipment; weights, presses, rowing machines. An accompaniment to what went on here, Loki guessed, but not the raison d'etre.

"We're primarily a boxing gym." Manny said, nodding towards the ring. "But we also offer aikido, freestyle wrestling, pilates, basic self-defence." He gave Loki an appraising look. "You interested in boxing? You look like you'd be quick on your feet."

Loki had to smile.

"I've been told that before. Are there any women members?"

"Quite a few." Manny cast him a significant look. "You don't wanna be messing with any of them."

"Oh, I wouldn't - "

"'cause they will smack you down, baby, and no one will step in to help you. Hooo boy, no."

"You don't get any trouble?"

"We get no trouble."

The changing rooms were unisex - surprisingly - but there were cubicles for privacy, and the showers were all in enclosed stalls. It was light and bright in here. Clean tiles, clean benches. Gleaming sinks. The wafting scent of bleach with nothing floral to mask it.

"This was the first thing the bosses remodeled when they took over." Manny explained. "'cause it was so rank you wouldn't believe."

"Well maintained." Loki said with approval.

Manny favoured him with another of those broad smile.

"Bosses are hella keen on hygiene..."

As Loki was leaving, clutching a bunch of leaflets extolling the gym's virtues, a man with short blond hair came down the stairs that led, presumably to the apartment up top. This was probably Rogers.

'Disgustingly perfect', had been Tony's description of his colleague and Loki could see why; the man positively radiated that old fashioned, all-American, non-douchey jock wholesomeness.

He glanced at Loki curiously.

"Oh hey, Thor's brother, right? Loki?"

"Uh..."

"I'm Steve, I work with your brother. I recognised you from the photos in his office."

Loki shook Roger's hand.

"God I hope not. I made sure to send him the least flattering."

Rogers laughed. It was a nice laugh, warm and welcoming.

"You thinking of joining?" He'd noticed the pamphlets.

"Yeah, maybe."

"Great! See you 'round." Rogers strode off to the gym. That was a nice ass. Thor once again showed excellent taste.

Over coffee at a ritzy cafe a block over, Loki read through the gym's bumpf. Neither Rogers' face or name appeared anywhere but Barnes picture was on every one. He looked tough, but competent, confident, like he had your back. Good looking, too; thick dark hair pulled back from blue eyes. Cheekbones. Jaw. Bit of manly stubble. Loki had to take a moment to compose himself: he turned his thoughts back to Rogers.

Loki approved. He seemed nice, and smart, aesthetically a match for Thor. Very well then, all Thor needed was a push in the right direction. Loki could do that, he’d be happy to. That’s what well meaning but interfering little brothers did.

#frost iron #need to know #fanfic

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drewsbuzzcut · 8 months

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GQ’s Couple’s Quiz

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: mentions having kids and I think that’s all… also! how ever many points reader or mat has is after each question they get correct

“Don’t give me that look,” you point at Mat, trying to hold in your laughter, but failing so far. You can’t contain the wide smile that dares to break out on your face.

“I’m not doing anything. Just know, I’m taking your ass down,” Mat declares.

“Okay! Rolling in 3… 2… 1…” the director’s words gathers your and Mat’s attention, the both of you staring at the camera.

“I’m more competitive than you, so I got this in the bag,” you state, confidently.

“We’ll see about that.”

“Hi! I’m Y/n Barzal,” you greet.

“Hi! I’m Mat Barzal,” Mat greets as well.

“And this is GQ’s Couple’s Quiz,” you both say together.

“Are you ready? This one’s hard,” you try to make Mat second guess himself, but you also know his memory isn’t the best.

“Hit me.”

“Who are our kids' godparents, in order from oldest to youngest?”

You see Mat’s face shift to slight panic.

“Nolan’s godparents are Anthony Beauvillier and Devon Lee Carlson. Angels’ godparents are Beverly Blount and Ethan Bear. Sloane’s godparents are Sydney and Matt Martin,” he answers swiftly.

“Correct.”

Mat: 1

“Second question: how old am I?” You know he knows this.

“You, my lovely wife, are 26 beautiful years old, almost 27,” he says, making you feel giddy.

“Okay, hotshot, stop trying to make me flustered.”

Mat: 2

“Do I prefer an intimate setting or a family setting?”

“If we’re talking about a family setting as in us with our kids, then a family setting. Our younger selves would most definitely love an intimate setting, but now that we have a 4 year old, a 1 year old, and a 9 month old, we really enjoy the family setting,” Mat answers flawlessly.

“Correct! I like the way you answered that, babe,” you compliment.

Mat: 3

“What was my first modeling gig?”

Mat rubs his chin, thinking long and hard before answering.

“You can’t be mad if I’m wrong,” he tells you.

“Why can’t I be mad?” You ask, but you’re just messing with him.

“Because I didn’t know you then.”

You gasp in fake surprise, mouth open and hand over your heart.

“You mean you didn’t stalk me on the internet when we were dating?”

“I’m not you,” Mat says, referring to something from the early bits of your relationship, something you’re glad you can laugh about now.

“Ouch that was a low blow,” you fake pout.

“Your first modeling gig was for a fashion show during Paris fashion week when you were 18.”

“Wrong. My first modeling gig was on a local magazine in my hometown when I was 17,” you correct him.

“Oh yeah. I totally forgot about that. Sorry, babe.”

“What’s my favorite movie?”

“That’s easy. It’s The Conjuring. My girl loves her scary movies,” he says proudly.

“It’s true! Mat loves whenever I get to pick the movie on our movie nights. Only because I pretend to be scared and cuddle into him more than I already do,” you look over at Mat with heart eyes to see that he’s already looking back at you with heart eyes.

Mat: 4

“What’s the hardest thing for our family when you’re on roadies?”

“The short disconnect between me and the kids. It’s hard for me to be gone when our babies are still really young. It’s also hard because I’m not always there to help you. You’re a champ for stepping up for me, and there are no words to describe how grateful I am that you’re my life partner. My heart would search for yours in every lifetime,” you tear up at his sweet words, immediately getting out of your chair to hug him. He’s quick to pull you between his legs, arms wrapping around your waist while his head rests on your chest.

Mat: 5

“If I wasn’t a model, what would I be doing?”

“You’d be a writer. Although, I already tell you that you can still be a writer and a model,” Mat says.

“Maybe when I retire modeling, whenever that’ll be.”

Mat: 6

“This one might be hard for you: what was the first name on my ‘baby names’ list?”

“How on earth am I supposed to know that? Umm… was it… I know it’s an S name because we both love S names. It’s Sloane,” Mat guesses.

“Nope. It’s actually Selene. I loved Selene so much, but when we found out our first baby was a boy, I just dropped Selene. I also didn’t want to use it for Sloane. I felt like she needed a whole new name, and Sloane just fits baby girl so well.”

“That’s true. She is meant to be named Sloane,” Mat agrees.

“What’s my favorite sport?”

“Hockey!” He has a cocky smile on his face, but only because he knows he’s the only reason you watch hockey.

“Barzy! I know you know the REAL answer, so answer truthfully.”

“It’s baseball,” he mutters, feigning annoyance.

Mat: 7

“If I could be an animal for a day, what animal would I be?”

“A cat.”

Mat: 8

“What’s my ritual before a fashion show?”

“When you leave for the venue, you give us all kisses. At the venue you listen to the playlist I made you and refrain from talking to anyone for the first 30 minutes so you can center yourself. After those first 30 minutes you like to dance around to get all your nerves out.”

“I’m surprised you remember that,” you grin proudly at your man.

“Well I have been backstage with you for quite a few of those shows. I actually miss being able to see you go through that process. It’s an honor to see you in a vulnerable state outside of the intimacy of our relationship.”

“Baby, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Mat: 9

“What was my wedding scent?”

“This is so easy because I love that perfume so much. It’s so intoxicating. I swear it’s an aphrodisiac because I just never wanted to be away from you. It’s Maison Margiela’s Replica perfume in the scent: Jazz Club. I especially love when you wear it on special occasions,” Mat answers in a way that can only be described as lovesick.

“It’s true. On our wedding day, we could not be pulled apart. Our lips or hands were always on each other. I’m actually thinking about making it my signature smell, but I’m hesitant because I want it to be for special occasions only,” you ramble, face flustered by bringing up how touchy you and Mat are.

“Special occasions only, babe.”

“What if I said I’m wearing it today?” You tease.

Mat’s head falls back, a moan desperately trying to fly out his mouth. Without a word, he’s out of his chair and throwing you over his shoulder. He walks off set with you while you laugh uncontrollably.

“Barzy! Baby, we have to go back,” you say and even though you’re both off camera, the mic still picks up your voices.

“I love you,” Mat says through a laugh, lips connecting with yours.

As you both walk back, you’re fixing your hair and lipstick before fixing Mat’s shirt.

When you move to walk in front of him, he tickles you from behind, sending you into a fit of giggles. You reach behind yourself to wrap your hands around the back of his neck, pressing your body into his to get him to stop. His hands don’t leave your body, though. They just rest on your stomach.

“Sorry about that,” Mat apologizes while you hide behind your hand, trying to mask your red cheeks and big smile.

Mat: 10

“It’s your turn. Are you ready to lose?” Mat asks, sending you a smirk that makes you want to kiss him.

“I’m loving the aggression, but yes bring it on,” you send a playful glare back at him.

“How old am I?”

“You’re 31 and about to be 32. Old man,” you say in a fake cough, but it just turns out to be a big laugh.

Mat smiles, nose scrunching and he reaches out to tickle your neck.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry,” you try not to yell.

Y/n: 1

“Do I want more babies?”

“Surprisingly, no. Mat wanted to try for Angel and Sloane, but I was hesitant because Nolan was still young. However, I couldn’t deny that I wanted more kids. This time, Mat’s the one who told me he didn’t want anymore kids while I’m actually okay with having another baby. That being said, we won’t be having anymore kids, it’s a mutual agreement and we have our reasons,” you explain.

“Babe, I love the way you speak,” your husband compliments you.

“I love you.”

Y/n: 2

“What food do I hate?”

“Seafood.”

“Wrong. Babe, we just had fish the other day on our date.”

“Wait! Then why did you say no to sushi? I just realized this. Oh my god. You denied me sushi!” You’re appalled because you seriously thought he hated seafood.

“Sorry, I just don’t like sushi.”

“Literally how? It has seafood!” You’re still in shock.

“What’s something I want to learn?”

“You want to learn how to cook. You hate how I’m the one cooking all the time. But guess what guys, I’ve been teaching Mat every time I’m in the kitchen,” you state.

“You’re a great teacher.”

Y/n: 3

“How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

“You’ll give yourself some space or take one of the babies to rock in the rocking chair until you’re ready to talk. However, if I don’t notice you’re upset, you’ll linger around with a pout. The same pout that all our kids have. Sometimes if you’re upset for a small reason, you’ll just kiss me until you snap out of it,” you go through his tells.

“Yeah, your kisses almost always work. They’re magic,” he gets up real quick to peck your lips.

Y/n: 4

“When was our first kiss?”

“When you came to my apartment with flowers and an apology. We just had our first fight, before we were an official couple, and you were hesitant about kissing me so I kissed you first.”

“I think about that day everyday. I can kiss you forever. I will kiss you forever,” he whispers.

“Okay, sap,” you tease.

Y/n: 5

“Where’s somewhere I want to go?”

“Tokyo! We both want to go, so maybe our next couple vacation!”

Y/n: 6

“What are my tattoos?”

You look at him with wide eyes because none of his or your fans know he has tattoos. You knew people were going to freak out.

“Ooo a GQ exclusive! Your tattoos are ‘Nolan,’ ‘Angel,’ and ‘Sloane.’ Our kids' names and they are located on the inside of your fingers. You also have my initial tattoo on your ring finger.” You say animatedly, you’ve been waiting for him to share his tattoos with the public, so you can talk about them freely.

“I need my family with me at all times,” Mat confirms.

Y/n: 7

“Who is my celebrity crush?” You want to wipe the smirk off his face.

You remember the time in your relationship when you got insanely jealous when you found out about his celebrity crush. Now, you think it’s actually funny.

“Your celebrity crush is Zoë Kravitz. Zoë, Mat’s free on sundays. Just kidding. He’s all mine,” you say in giggles.

“Baby, you’re my celebrity crush,” he plays around.

“Liar.”

Y/n: 8

“What’s my go-to snack?”

“You love nutella a lot, so maybe your bagel with nutella?”

“I’ll give you the point because I do love nutella.”

“Thank you!”

Y/n: 9

“What’s the easiest way to make me mad?”

“When I ignore you,” you answer with a little smug smile.

“I hate it!”

“Sometimes I’ll do it so you’ll just kiss me. Or to see you pout because I can kiss your pout away.”

“We kiss a lot,” Mat points out.

“Yeah, well we’re married.”

Y/n: 10

“What’s my favorite color on you?”

“You love me in blue because it inflates your ego,” you roll your eyes. You think about all the times you’ve bought lingerie that was the same blue as the one on his hockey uniform. You immediately blush.

“You just look sexy in blue,” he states.

“Sure,” you say, unconvinced and your arms crossed over your chest.

Mat pulls the chair you’re seated on closer to him, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. You press a chaste kiss to his palm.

“Blue is your best color. I mean you’re even wearing it right now,” he says, pointing at the dark blue top you’re wearing.

“Ugh… kiss me,” he doesn’t keep you waiting.

Y/n: 11

“What makes me laugh?”

“Easy. Angel’s baby giggles make you laugh so much. Oh and you also laugh a lot when we watch jersey shore.”

“Nothing can beat Angel’s giggles. Cutest thing ever.”

Y/n: 12

You get out of your chair, dancing your way to Mat so you can sit on his lap.

“I won! I won! I won!” You sing.

“No, I don’t think so. I definitely have it in the bag,” Mat says, arms wrapped around your waist while your back leans against his chest.

“I’m educated in Y/n Barzal! That should be the name of a bachelor’s degree,” Mat jokes.

“Shushhh,” you quiet him with a finger to his lips. You smile at him, too happy and too in love to ever be bothered with him.

“Please tell us who won,” you requested.

“Y/n has 11/12 correct and Mat has 10/12 correct,” someone from the camera crew tells you.

“HA! I won,” you say in Mat’s face, grabbing his cheeks to kiss his lips repeatedly.

“Sorry if we kiss too much on camera. I just really love my husband,” you muse.

“Thank you so much for watching. I’m actually the winner, but we’ll let Y/n believe she won,” Mat teases you.

“It’s okay, hotshot, we all know I’m the best,” you say playfully.

“Thank you all for watching. We love you,” you add.

“Ready to go? I need more kisses,” Mat carries you out of the camera’s frame.

a/n: I had fun with this one, So I hope y’all enjoy!

#mat barzal #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fic #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal smut #mat barzal angst #mat barzal fluff #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders #visceral in doses #gq couples quiz

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