I NEED MY GIRLFRIEND

“I NEED MY GIRLFRIEND”

My baby Nico my poor baby 🥲🥲🥲

(Throw back to when neeks got hit in the junk:| )

I flinch against my seat as I watch Nico go down, “that was a dirty shot” I tell Emma as she nods, “am I allowed to go see if he’s ok?”

“Yea, comon- I’ll take you to him” She says taking my hand and leading me to the lockers. Nico is laying on the ground with an ice pack on his junk, “I’m gonna go save our seats” she tells me brushing her short blonde hair behind her ears and closing the door.

“Hi handsome” I whisper softly as I go and sit next to him

“Can I put my head on your lap?” He asks sheepishly and I nod and he moves to put his head on my thighs, “that really hurt” he groans out.

“I know baby; do you want some pain killers?” I ask him, threading my fingers through his hair

“No, I can’t. Unfair advantage or something like that. I’d be benched for the rest of the game” he defeatedly sighs rolling slightly and burying his head in my thighs

“Bubs maybe you should. You seem like you’re in pain” I tell him; shrugging softly. He sighs against my skin

“Maybe, but I should also go to a doctor probably”

“Yes. You should”

Driving Nico home after he goes to the doctor is always fun; because he’s either really happy or sometimes. Like today really high. He didn’t go in-depth about what they had to do and I’m a little nervous.

He’s all giggly then suddenly turns nervous like a train wreck, “would you leave me if I can’t have kids?” He asks. Leaning against the head rest, “can we get McDonald’s”

I sigh and tap my fingers against the steering wheel; not sure how I want to answer those questions, “sure baby. Let’s just go home and we can order something” I rub his shoulder and squeeze softly

He stares at me with those big eyes and nods slowly, blinking slowly like a reptile. I let him lean on me as I unlock the door and move him into the kitchen, “bed or sofa?”

“Bed”

And so we march our way to the bedroom, “bathroom?” I ask him and he shakes is head in a no. Laying back down on our bed.

“Can I get an ice pack for my balls?” He asks rubbing his eyes and I put a blanket on him, “pretty please”

“Sure baby, how about some pain killers?”

“Please and thank you” he slurs slightly nodding off. I come back and find him asleep, mostly.

“Neeks, Neeks baby” I whisper, gently shaking his shoulder

“Ja, meine Frau?” He murmurs softly rolling his head over to face me.

“Ice”

He doesn’t say thank you, but nods and tugs at my arm, “I want my girlfriend”

“I know sweetie, I’m here”

He lets me lay with him as he starts to fall asleep, his hand wraps around my back, “that was a mean move”

“It was”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

AMERICAN DREAM

First fic in a while 😐😃

:(no outbreak) Sarah, drinking, dilfs. Ranch on pizza, food. Hives AFAB reader. Periods

Joel would often wonder what his life would be like, would he have that American dream? Would she have stayed? Would he not be a contractor living day to day in a house he can barely afford.

Would she still be a doctor instead of running away at the sight of a positive test. Would she be the mother she wanted to be.

Maybe instead she would’ve been a stay at home mom, nursing babies and enjoying life. Would he have had that cushy job her mother approved of.

He sees her in his dream sometimes, hair tied back like always, especially when she was thinking. Hard at thought; nose in her textbooks.

But instead she was eternalized by his dreams, stuffed into baggy clothes to hide the bump, crying in the shitty apartment they were living in.

In his dreams shes standing in the kitchen, Sarah tucked under her arm as she’s mashing potatoes, angrily grunting away and blabbing about some girl on the soccer team.

Sometimes he’d like to imagine the two of them having another kid, sometimes he’d imagine her stomach swollen still covered in those hives she used to get.

Sarah gets them, stressed, in the sun too much. Her skin flares and she ends up with her skin scratched raw, spoon feeding her ice cream in an ice bath.

He’d imagine her, kissing him at the door and untightening his tie, taking his briefcase and setting it by the coffee table he built.

Instead he’s taking his flannel off and seeing Sarah once again making eggs, “hi sweetie, you ok?” He’ll ask kissing the part of her hair.

“Yeah, I made eggs.” She always says, “I put cheese in them too. If you grab some of the bread and toast it I can put some bacon on too”

“No ‘m alright sweetheart. The guys ordered pizza, brought you some for lunch tomorrow”

“Thanks” she says, scratching the back of her hair to which Joel lifts it up seeing the small lumps with red circles around, “hives”

“Uh oh, do I need to go buy icecream?” He jokes

“No, no im fine.”

It’s when Sarah starts truly growing up when he is at a loss; unsure of what to do. Confused and nervous. But aware of the young adult neighbors who’d moved in.

It’s an awkward situation, nervously knocking on a door he’s only interacted with once. And that was just introducing himself and Sarah.

It’s just about seven at night, and a young woman appears at the door after some shouting. It’s clear she’s half asleep; the television blaring in the background. There’s a girl passed out on the floor and the woman at the door turns back, “Becca, turn Sofie on her side. If she barfs she’s gonna choke” she stares before closing the door.

A southern accent drawls from her voice, one clearly hidden from years out of state, “somethin I can help you with?” She asks, sweeping some hair out of her eyes.

“M so sorry for the bother, my daughter. Uh Sarah. She’s uh” he nervously looks at the ground, “got her period.. and I uh don’t know what to do”

“Oh yeah, give me a sec”

She runs back inside; and whilst Joel is completely expecting for her to ditch she comes out later with a box of pads, “I remember her, uh will you show me to her?” The twenty something girl.

He leads her upstairs knocking on the crummy white door, “sar, it’s one of the neighbors. She’s a uh. Girl and I think she will know what to do”

“Ok..” the muffled voice is shaky and clear that she had been crying.

“Hey. I’m y/n” you tell her your name and she responds with hers.

“Y/n, I’ll be downstairs. Beer?”

“No thank you Mr.Miller. I don’t drink on school nights”

“Alright. I’ll be downstairs”

You see him more and more, drinks now and then. Babysitting for some extra cash. A cool house that isn’t full of partying.

He finds you, usually asleep on the couch, Sarah’s head on your lap. He sees the similarities between you and her, heat hives.

It’s unexpected when he finds you in the shower, “you alright?”

“Gosh I’m sorry Mr.Miller, Im breaking out in hives and Sarah said I could use the cold shower”

“No, you’re alright. Do I pop a bottle of wine and order pizza?”

“God that’d be lovely.”

Joel never opens wine unless it’s with you, and you manage do drink half of it. And half a pizza, with Sarah’s assistance of course, “I didn’t know a sorority girl could eat that much” Joel jokes seeing you dip your pizza into some ranch.

“Mnh, I also played volleyball and was on my collages soccer team before I graduated” You say, “never missed a meal, kept my mass up, I’m on the bulk right now” You inform

“Jesus, ranch with pizza? What are you a wild animal”

You laugh at him as Sarah looks disapprovingly. He still walks you home and waits for you to lock the door before he goes home.

Sarah is still there, eating leftover pepperoni, “you like her” she states

“Don’t lie you lil twerp”

“No I’m serious, non of the others made you open up like that, and I wouldn’t mind having her around. I mean she basically lives here anyways”

FALL NIGHTS

I LOVE FALL!!

A lil doodle bcz I miss my bf 🩷

I love the fall. Especially after classes. Barely keeping my eyes open, backpack slung over my shoulders hair lose and catching in the wind. My fleece hoodie and my boyfriends hoodie over that and I’m still chilly.

I’m walking back to my sorority house when Trevor catches up to me, jogging slowly, “damn you walk fast for sleep deprived collage student” he laughs slinging his arm over my shoulder and pulling me close to him, “I missed you”

“Ive missed you too” I tell him wrapping my arm around his waist, “are you allowed to spend the night with me?” I ask him, “it’s cold… and my sheets are nice and cleann” I tease a little, “plus I think most of the girls will be at that party tonight. But I’m not feeling up for going” I tell him as we go left and keep walking until we reach the house.

I unlock the door and lead him to the kitchen, “I’m gonna make a fruit bowl can you fill my water up please?” I ask as we unlink from each other, he adds ice into my water bottle, then the cold water.

“What movie do we want to watch” He asks as he takes my bag and we go upstairs. I’ve been lucky enough to have my own room even if it’s a little small and I share a bathroom with some of the other girls. I have a twin xl bed that just barely fits Trevor’s frame onto it comfortably.

“Can I shower and you can watch something please?”

When I ask these questions he never says no. I try not to take long just enough to be clean and smell good after my classes. Trevor sometimes showers after me, having a small section of clothes in my dresser. I start eating my fruits and once I finish that I set the bowl away and go into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

“Hi handsome” I grin seeing Trevor step out of the shower. He kisses my cheek and puts some shorts on.

We finally gather up into my bed, my computer facing the wall and Trevor behind me. His arm resting over me and his hand drawing little doodles on my exposed stomach.

He puts on ‘Ten things I hate about you’ the movie I said I wouldn’t date him until he’d watched it.

The movie ends and he’s the one to get up and plug it to charge, he lays next to me, we face eachother. And embrace in a soft hug, I tuck my fingers into his hair and gently massage his head. He does this thing where he brings his head to my chest and tugs me as close as he possibly can.

He leaves soft kisses against my neck and collarbone. I live for the moments like these, quiet house. The soft hum of the heater. Rustle of our legs interlocking, “your skin is my favorite” he whispers against my collar.

He always gets a little silly when he’s tired, after a game he always gets a little clingy. Now is one of those moments. His hands glide underneath my shirt thumb caressing the crease of my back.

I slink down into the thick covers resting my head on his chest, I lay on top of him and we shift positions a few times before I finally feel the coziness of sleep.

“I think I’m falling in love with you”

VOLLEYBALL SZN

Heavily inspired by @brokenanxiety headcannons of mat barzal dating a vball player ‼️

Mat Barzal x fem reader (volleyball player)

Im a senior in collage. #87 on NYU’s volleyball team for varsity. My boyfriend does his own thing, hockey for the islanders.

Usually our schedules don’t line up, I’ll have a game and he has training. He has a game and I have training. The only time they’ve ever lined up is during training camps. But even then we can barely see each other. And even then our training camps have a no fraternization rule.

The islanders have never been too fond of sharing facilities with a collage v ball team.

“We had a game forfeit so are you still good with me coming to see you play” he whispers into my ear as I rub lotion onto my forearms in preparation for the bruises.

“Mm, if you want too. Usually they make you practice instead right?” I ask as Mat watches me braid my hair and raise it into a ponytail.

“Yeahh.. but I told the guys about this and they wanted me to come.. they’ll probably show up halfway through and bring the team out for pizza” he tells me as his hands rub up and down my thighs.

“Really? You’re willing to feed a group of starved varsity volleyball players after the biggest tournament of the season?” I inquire turning my head around to face him. He’s still all smiles and giggles with his head laid into my neck.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Never”

Games are always fairly similar; the same nervous buzz that leads into the locker rooms. We all have matching hair.

“You nervous?” Astrid asks as we stretch out and set and serve eachother for our warmups.

“Always, but mat is here for like the first time ever and I’m so nervous” I grin a little bit

“Isn’t he the one you hooked up with junior year? At the training camp?” She gasps out, “holy shit you’re dating?” She whisper shouts which attracts the attention of our other teammates

I nod, “but Shh. We need to win this tournament”

The blonde nods as she puts on her knee guards.

It always feels cheesy when I say that Mat’s cheers are the only ones I can hear against the roar of the crowd. I feel like I’m gasping for breath as I’m diving and saving.

I’m knocking my head sometimes; scrambling for the ball and using my arms to save it.

We end the game in overtime, winning barely with a 2 to 1 score.

I change back into a baggy shirt instead of my uniform but I don’t have the care to change out of my shorts, “Do y’all want pizza?” I ask as we gather up our bags and let our hair out.

“Yess, but who’s buying?” Ella asks as she cracks her knuckles

“Mat, and his team. They said they were gonna take us out for dinner” I inform and Ella grins before rattling out the most Ella like sentence I’ve ever heard

“Do they now how much we can eat?”

“No. No they do not”

There’s six girls, plus six other 6’+ hockey players. It’s a bit of a feast, “fuck are we starved” Abby smiles as the majority of the girls eat.

I’m happily seated next to mat with his hand on my thigh as we eat, “did you have fun?” I ask him

“Yeah, the moms weren’t too thrilled seeing a hoard of hockey players screaming about volleyball” he laughs softly and I smile at him

“Im still really happy you came”

“Me too”

It’s a laughter seeing the team astonished at how much a group of girls can eat after four games and the final five to win.

Mat drives me home and I’m falling asleep in the car ride home, “you must be tired, huh pretty girl?” He smiles against my skin as he brings me up into our room

“So tired”

(Idk how to end it l o l )

I rly hope you like it

ROADIE

I hate when he’s away, leaving our bed cold and empty on the nights I spend away from my sorority.

He texts me throughout the day, before class, after class. And once I’m home, we call. I set my phone up in a mug as I shower and we talk about his games as I promise to watch them.

It’s the nights that can be the hardest, I used to spend the Tuesdays and Fridays I didn’t have class on with Trev at his nice little apartment with the big open windows that let the light in.

The Polaroids of me on a cork-board next to the bowl where the keys go, my favorite photo of us. I’m asleep in his arms; wearing a ducks fuzzy blanket that he’d bought me. Trevor is laid next to me, facing me. He’s awake, gently brushing my hair out of my face.

We’re listening to the same music, Cruel summer by Taylor swift; he denies that he’s not a fan of her but I’m working on breaking that down.

The way he looks at me, it’s like there are hearts in his eyes.

I know he’s going to be home.. in a few days. But I’m still missing him, more than ever now that winter is closing in.

He does this thing, where he sets up these warm winter sheets if he doesn’t have a roadie or a game. Maybe I’m cheesy or a weird girlfriend but here I am.

Washing his sheets, deep cleaning his house. Even getting the apartment ready for the fake tree we set up.

The apartment smells like Christmas and love and I’m so content I just want to lay here forever. With the candles, Trevor, Christmas movies and baking muffins and cookies like my mama did.

I tuck his pillows in, and lay this fluffy ‘Falala’ blanket on the edge of the bed.

He comes home, and I’m the first to see him, rushing out of my beat up Toyota, “Trev! Trevor!” I cry out excitedly as he comes barreling through the doors and scooping me up into his arms. Peppering kisses all over my face. When he finally lands a kiss on my lips I melt.

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

Mat Barzal x fem!original character

SERIES MASTERLIST

In which, Mat Barzal falls hopelessly in love with the girl who works the weekend closing shifts at his favorite bookstore and his attempts at getting her to say yes to a date.

CHAPTERS

PROLOGUE

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FIVE

SIX