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cuttergauthier · 1 year

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Things Change

Female reader x Matthew Knies

Warning: Bad jokes, Fluff Matthew

word count: 0.5k

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I am currently hanging out with the boys on the hockey team, we are currently at the Seniors hockey house, my best friend Morgan invited me, she’s dating Brock Faber the captain of the team. I’ve known her for a long time since I grew up being best friends with her sister, her sister decided to go to a different college so when I first got here last year, Morgan took me under her wing and introduced me to some of her friends and the guys on the team.

I became good friends with everyone, except for Matthew Knies, for some reason I can’t stand him sometimes. Morgan hates it, her and Brock tried to set Matthew and I together last year, but it didn’t end well.

Matthews a great guy, I see how he is with his teammates, I think I’m the only one he doesn’t get along with.

Morgan and I were talking with another girl.

“I’m going to go get something to drink, I’ll be back in a little bit, do you guys want anything?” I asked them.

“No I’m good, thank you though” I nodded and made my way to the kitchen.

Brock and Matthew were there talking and laughing. I passed by Matthew.

“I’m going to go back to the living room” I heard Brock told Matt.

I opened the fridge and took a water bottle. When I turned around I saw Matt look at me.

“What?” I asked rolling my eyes.

“You know you’re not completely useless, you can always serve as a bad example.” He joked.

I raised my eyebrows looking at him for a second before laughing.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh at one of my jokes before,” He said surprise with my reaction.

“Yeah well, things change, plus that was actually a good one, even if you insulted me.” I replied.

“I didn’t mean it, you would never serve as a bad example” he said smiling.

I gave him a small smile. As I started walking out of the kitchen, he stopped me.

“Can we talk for a minute?” he asked.

I looked at him for a second before nodding and walking back over to him.

“What’s up?”

“I wanted to apologies for what happened between us, I never met to treat you like crap… I really like you, and then Brock and Morgan set us up after I told Brock, and I was really nervous that I came out sounding like a jerk, and I’m sorry for that” he said, I could tell he was telling the truth. I never thought he liked me though which surprises me. My eyes widened as I looked at him.

“You like me?” I asked surprised.

“I do, I have since the day Morgan introduced you to the team last year” He said, I smiled up at him.

“I felt the same way Matt, even after you were a jerk to me. I saw how you were with everyone else, you’re a good person.” I said genuinely.

“is it possible for you to forgive me?” he asked

“You are forgiven” I said smiling.

“Any chance I could take you out? Turn a bad date into a good one?”

“I’d love that” I said smiling.

“Perfect, are you busy tomorrow night?”

“Not at all”

“Perfect, I’ll pick you up at 6” he said

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matthewkniesys · 10 months

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Can you do an anniversary insta post with Logan cooley?

ok course @6thomas since you sent this in also sorry it took so long and if its not exactly what you wanted

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pettypiastri · 1 year

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loss

matthew knies x reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: hurt/comfort, swearing, crying, self deprecation, general sad, one moment where matty sort of punches a wall but reader is never on the receiving end of any aggression

a/n: can i write more than hurt/comfort? yes, but a bitch has a favorite. i have never written explicitly with a gn reader before but re-reading this i dont feel like i make any overt references either way so can be read as gn i think (lmk if i missed anything tho!). i wrote this in i think a single hour right after the 2022 usa wjc qf loss and have decided to post it now for no good reason. just a quick lil ficcy only minorly edited: she is beautiful to me as she is :) p.s. let's normalize typically sexual positions between characters as being the most comforting sometimes..

The team is finally given reprieve to undress from their sweaty uniforms and stand face first in a cold shower. As guys towel off, there are soft rumblings of interest in spending the night at respective significant others' hotel rooms rather than the team designated ones. Landon speaks quietly with his Captain on behalf of the room chatter. To those paying attention, Brock slips away and returns a few minutes later. Shortly after, Coach enters the room. The player’s spines shoot up straight, bracing for the impact of a verbal lashing about their poor performance. Instead, Coach Leaman barely lifts one corner of his lips.

“I’ve heard some of you are hoping to spend some time with girlfriends and families… Just make sure you’re back in your team designated hotel rooms at 10am. The bus is leaving for the airport at 10:30am sharp.”

Bated breaths are released in relief.

~~~

Matthew’s eyebrows have been knitted together for at least an hour. Whether out of genuine frustration or a constant effort not to cry, you’re unsure. You’d have to guess it’s probably both. Your fingers ache to smooth the crease and chastise him lightly for encouraging wrinkles in the space between his strong brows.

You already know what he’ll be trying to convince himself of in his head; they’re failures, poor representations of Team USA, an embarrassment given last year’s first place finish, he didn’t do enough, try hard enough… From your position on the outskirts of postgame media and the shuttling around the players are forced to do, you’ve not made contact with Matthew yet. Haven’t told him how proud you are and how much you love him. How everything in his head is wrong.

Just when your patience is wearing thin and your arms are starting to ache from being denied holding your love, there starts a steady trickle of players out of the dressing and media rooms. Matthew emerges, shoulders hunched forward and eyes shadowed by the hair he’s too dejected to push out of his face. His eyes scan slowly from behind his wet locks until they land on you. On instinct you smile softly and walk toward him. Your arms slip up his broad chest and around his thick neck, encouraging his sore body to fold into your smaller frame as much as possible.

You’re not sure if there’s anything fitting to say in this first raw moment together so you stay quiet. Your fingers thread through Matthew’s damp hair just how you know he likes. A huge breath collapses Matthew’s chest against yours. His face drops into your neck as his next inhale hitches.

“Let’s go… to uh– to yours.” Matthew mutters against your skin, a small sniffle betraying him.

“Okay baby, let’s go.” Your tone is soft as your hand slides equally gently down his arm to lace his fingers with yours.

The walk is quiet. The streets of Edmonton are nearly desert as it’s half midnight on a Wednesday. Matthew’s stride is normally a workout to try and keep up with but today you find yourself gently tugging him along.

“C’mon big guy… almost there.” Your encouragement seems to break Matthew out of a wordless trance, his pace increasing just slightly.

Through the lobby and up the elevator you lead him until you're able to get your door open. As the lock clicks shut behind the both of you, Matthew’s final walls break in the safety of your hotel room. He pulls you against his body almost desperately as he heaves a first sob. You cling to him as tight as you can to let him know you’re there but his hands are still restless; he can’t seem to hold you close enough. Matthew hoists you up, your legs moving to wrap around his waist as he presses you against the hotel wall. Now eye level with you, Matthew fits his head firmly into your neck and his arms constrict around your waist; the pressing of his body against yours meaning his exhausted arms don’t have to hold you up.

The tears are free flowing as he sobs quietly into the ‘Knies’ Minnesota jersey adorning your body. You feel your own eyes heat with emotion seeing your love so distraught.

“It’s okay Matty, I’ve got you. I love you so much. It’s okay to cry, it's just me.” With your reassurance, Matthew balls his fists in the material of your jersey and tries his hardest to bury his face even farther in your skin, seemingly trying to, futilely, escape his own. “I love you Matty… I love you baby.” Is the mantra you settle on as you stroke his hair and his back and his shoulders, never giving him an opportunity to forget that you’re right there.

“We’re– we’re a fucking em– embarassment!” Matthew spits as his shoulders shake beneath your palms. You feel your heart break a little more. “Out in the fucking… the fucking quarters!” His cry of dismay is punctuated by his palm slamming the wall beside your shoulder. You don’t worry for your safety; you know out of everything, Matthew is the most mindful of you, especially in this moment of heartbreak.

“Shh Matty shh… don’t talk like that, come on honey.” He shakes his head against your shoulder.

“What h-happened? We- we were so g-g-good before t-tonight.”

“I know my love,” you console, “I’m so sorry.” His self deprecation declines as his cries of agony take over again. It’s some while before his tears slow too.

As his breathing returns, you gently urge your sweet, broken boy to set you down. Having lost your eye level position, Matthew’s bloodshot eyes stare down at you for the first time since entering your hotel room. His face has swollen from so many tears and his upper lip is stained with snot. He wears an expression that you’ve only seen twice before; Frozen Four loss and when his Dad told him he was disappointed in him. You raise your hand to caress his cheek, sagging under the weight of self loathing and grief.

“C’mere…” With a gentle tug you guide him toward the bed in the center of the room. Matty follows without resistance. “Let’s get this off,” you say, lifting his team hoodie over his head and discarding it somewhere unimportant. You try to slip away for just a moment, but Matthew’s hand catching on your thigh protests the separation of your bodies. You're able to just barely reach for a pair of sweatpants.

“Change for me please, big guy.” He does so wordlessly and you take the second he's occupied for to slip to the bathroom. When you return, Matty is drooping again, elbows on his knees to support his head in his hands. Soft hands guide him to sitting again and before he can refold himself, you move to straddle him. His hands wind around you, face returning to its safe space in your neck.

“Lemme see your face Matty, please.” Reluctantly but compliant as always, Matthew raises just enough for you to cradle his cheek in your hand. You swipe a tissue around his under eyes and most importantly his nose. He sniffles with a pitiful pout. A cool, damp washcloth finds his forehead, urging Matthew’s eyes to flutter closed. It’s a few seconds before you move it to cover his right eye. You stamp a kiss on his forehead. The washcloth travels across every inch of his face, each contact point proceeded with a kiss before you lay it lastly against his sternum hoping the cold will ease his anxiety.

After tender hands are done cherishing, Matthew finally raises his head on his own accord. His beautiful green eyes find yours. The flecks of sadness in them have begun morphing into exhaustion. You lean forward and press your lips to his in a gentle kiss. Slowly you pull away.

“I love you,” he murmurs, staring deeply in your eyes, the intensity of his admiration comparable to his previous anguish.

“I love you,” you echo.

You place the washcloth to the side and stand up to pull back the covers so you can encourage Matthew to lay down. He does but reaches for you immediately. Without hesitation you join him, allowing him to settle atop you. When he finishes shifting into a comfortable position, you embrace him with arms around his back and legs woven with his. You finally find the right words.

“I’m so sorry Matty. I know you wanted to win gold but it’s not your fault. Everyone looked off out there from the start and Czechia fought tooth and nail. You’re an amazing hockey player and the most deserving guy. I’m so sorry but I’m still so so proud of you, always. I love you Matty.”

Matthew sighs and cuddles further into you in acknowledgement.

“Thank you. I love you too.”

You listen to his breathing even out after a while, knowing he finally feels grounded enough to think of sleep.

“You’re everything to me. I want you forever.” It’s muttered languidly, preciously, against your neck as your fingers continue running through his soft brown hair. His vulnerability makes you blush.

“You already have me… forever.”

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