HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

Mat Barzal x fem oc

(Sorry it took me so long to get anything out I’ve been posting drafts! Bf got sick then he got me sick! So short but merry Christmas if you celebrate it!)

Four

I used to want a love of the ages, something that would make me feel like I was wanted. Not just there. I don't want him to just want me.

I dont know how to be a girlfriend- datings never been something I was good at. "What are you thinking about?" Mat asks as I run my hands along the leather casing of books.

"Stuff, like books" I reply trying to avoid the question he's going to ask

"Somehow I feel like books is a code name for something" He replies stepping towards me, “what are you truly thinking about?” He inquires

“Why?”

“Why what?” He looks at me with those big eyes that make my stomach twist into little knots and my knees buckle.

“Why me? Couldn’t you have had any woman at your fingertips?” I ask him; he shrugs in response and intertwines his arm with mine.

“It’s simple.. I think. Women throw themselves at me. You know. Puck bunnies. And sure I was content with that but I wanted something more.. someone who loved me for me— not just the number” his voice is calm and certain as we walk out the store and measel around the streets.

“I guess that makes sense, but how’d you know I wasn’t a puck bunny?” I question

“Well, the first time I walked in here, I was in my jersey and you still asked me for my name and not once did you mention Hockey. Even though the game was that night” he laughs a little and we walk back to my apartment.

“Do you want a glass of wine?” I ask as I punch in a code

“I would love that”

TO BE MISSED

N. Hischier

(Getting back into the grove of writing)

I don’t want to miss him, on the roadtrips, or the games I can’t attend but I do. I miss the way he smiles and laughs, I miss laying next to him and watching whatever’s on the tv.

But also I don’t miss him; at the same time I like dancing in my underwear without anyone watching, I like sprawling about the bed and picking the show I want to watch. I don’t miss asking Nico what he wants to eat because I know what I want.

But I love when he comes home, the excitement of waiting and the love that rushes through me as he walks through the door. I love the way he wraps me into his arms and kisses my head. The way he loves me after a week away.

“I missed you” I whisper into his ear as he sets his bags down, finally hugging me with both his arms, “god I missed you so much”

I feel him smell into my perfume; and skink into my arms, “you have no idea— I missed you like crazy on the road” he’ll say into my neck as we waddle to the couch and lay on top of each other.

I’ll breathe him in and hold onto him, missing the feeling of his skin on mine.

We’ll spend our time like this; cooking together and holding eachother like we never get to do when he’s away.

“Nico, how do you want your pasta, pesto or meat sauce?” I ask

“Whichever one is easiest for you” he’ll always respond, which is why I love him. The simplicity of everything, how in the end it doesn’t matter as much as I get to spend time with him.

i want to make something very clear:

adam johnson’s death is not a god damn plot for you to write about

A MAN DIED A TRAGIC DEATH IN A GOD AWFUL WAY

he fought for his life and LOST

do not

DO FUCKING NOT

use his DEATH as a fucking plot for other fics

that is disgusting and disturbing

EXCITED DOWN TO MY TOES FOR THIS

Phoebe Bedard x Mat Barzal

Phoebe "bee" Bedard

☆ connor bedard's older sister (a title she wear proudly)

☆ studies architecture/interior design at NYU

☆ born: 13 August 2001

Mathew Barzal

☆ plays for New York Islanders

☆ born: 26 May 1997

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LOVE STORY

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Mat Barzal being in love w his neighbor

The day she moved in Mat was smitten. Filled with Californian sun and those long legs and dusty light brown hair. She’s got a little pep in her step but a shuffle as she slides into her flip-flops and grabs a box.

She’s followed by an older man and a younger boy. The girl still holds his attention; she seems a little disoriented. Not in a drunk way, but in the way that makes her wonder if this is actually her new life.

“Matty” He hears his mother shout out, “be a nice strong boy and help our new neighbors”

Although he wants to meet her; it’s not under these circumstances. That’s an awkward meet cute. And not one that he wants with her.

“Mom— I don’t know.. they seem to handle it” he groans out, “Shit woman ok” he sighs hearing her stop up the stairs

“Oh mat you’re such a baby. Go on. Be a good neighbor. I’m bakin them some muffins” She tsks smacking his back as he jogs down the steps.

“Fine fine I’ll give them a hand” the brunette grumbles out.

He shuffles a little, tucking his hands into his pockets. He tucks his shoulder in and looks a little bashful through his shaggy brown hair.

The girl looks over her shoulder at him, her hair swishes back as she looks at him. All wide eyes and new to this street.

“Hey, I’m uh. Mat.. Barzal I live next door” He introduces reaching his hand out for her to shake. She shakes his hand and nods at him. Eyeing him up and down

“You’re not wearing a Shirt” She points out, before she meets his eyes again, “I’m y/n” she smiles a little. Lip turned up a little and he can see her teeth. But just a sliver.

“Yeah.. I my mom. She made me come out an help. And I haven’t done laundry yet so” he shrugs a little and smiles nervously, “how can I help?”

“Uh. Just some boxes. They’re all labeled with like kitchen and bathroom n stuff” y/n shrugs as she reaches for a box with her name, “I’m just trying to get my room set up”

“Oh, ok. Yeah let me help you” he offers taking another box with her name on it. She nods and leads him inside.

“Are those your parents?” He asks; attempting to make small talk as she walks upstairs.

“Just my dad. She’s my stepmom.” The blonde rolls her eyes a little, “this is my room” she kicks the door open a little and he uses his shoulder to open it the rest.

“Oh. Ok. Uh is that all the boxes?”

“Yeah. Just for my room. Thanks” she mumbles a little taking a knife and ripping through the tape.

“I could help you get set up..” he offers

“Oh. Yeah actually that would be nice”

The two of them unbox and rebuild plenty of her furniture. She makes idle conversation and he replies, he makes conversation and she responds.

Mat watches as she ties her hair back, “so.. you play any sports?” She asks; he nervously looks down and nods, “what?”

“Yeah. I play hockey. With my dad” he purses his lips nervous from the Californians response

“Cool. Does this Highschool have a team or is it club?” She asks

“Both. What about you?” He inquires. Shaking his head a little

“Soccer. So does VHS have a soccer team? Is it good?” She asks leaning foreword a little

“Yeah. They’re good.” He shrugs, “will you try out this fall?”

“Yeah. I’ll try hopefully. I don’t know how willing they’ll be for a junior just barging in for varsity”

“Were you on varsity at your last school?”

“Yeah, I was”

“As a sophomore?”

“Yeah”

When school starts the two had grown closer, her hair went back to its soft brown color. And that natural curl was coming back.

Mat drives her to school and nervously looks at her, “I think I’m gonna try out for captain this year. Because I’m a senior” he confesses. Leaning back into the car seat.

“I think you would be a good captain” she tells him, leaning over a bit as the two sit in the parking lot.

“I hope. Would you come to any games?”

“Hell I’d wear your jersey” she teases. Her face smooshed against the car seat, “you’d be a good captain Matty”

“I hate when you call me that” he sighs softly, inching just a bit closer

“Why?” She inquires responding to his closeness

“It just..” he sighs and looks down, “my mom calls me that. And so does this girl”

“Which girl”

He leans a little closer to the glossy lipped teen, he looks at her lips then up at her eyes, “you”

“Why is it a bad thing?”

“It’s bad.. because when ever you say it. It makes me want to kiss you” he faintly whispers.

“So kiss me”

His hand reaches for her chin and tilts her head up bringing her in for a kiss.

She groans a little into it as his hand wraps around her neck and her arms bring him closer.

SOMEONE TO CALL MINE

Modern zuko

Zuko began getting accustomed to the gaggle of girls who would walk into his uncle’s shop, cooing and flirting as they would order tea. But he wasn’t used to this new group. A quad of four, all girls— not obsessed with the idea of flirting… just yet.

All with bags over their shoulders as they occupy a booth and take out study materials, “should I get drinks? Or did we come with our own?” Your voice speaks up from the chatter, smooth like honey and sweet like it too.

“Oh I just have a water but yes tea would be good” a girl responds- dark hair clipped back says, “anyone else?” To a murmur of no’s.

You walk up, hair loose, wearing pinks and blacks, “hi, can I get a green tea and then do you have matcha here?”

“We do” Zuko responds, “should I add that to the order?”

“Yes please, iced if that’s an option”

“Of course. Can I have a name for the order?”

“Yea yea, here” you say, as you give him a credit card

“Tea’s on the house for people who study” he lies— smiling as non-awkwardly as he could.

“Really? That’s amazing! Thank you”

It doesn’t take long for you to find your seat and begin typing away on your computer- decked out in stickers on the casing and a Polaroid taped to the sides, writing things down and shooting ideas off one another, “y/n”

You look up and slide your headphones off, “huh? Oh thank you Zuko” You take the tea from his hands, “Suki here”

“Thanks” She responds

Zuko continues watching you study; admiring the way you brush the hair out of your face and the way you ask friends for help or their thoughts on an answer.

Three hours later there’s a packing up and wishing of goodbyes, “suki will you wait outside for me?” You question and she nods

“Ya”

“Thanks for the tea Zuko, I’ve never had green tea that good before” You complement

“Oh— thank you. My uncle he is the mastermind behind it all— I’ve never liked tea before I let him brew me some” He responds, I smile and nod. Trying to fight the blushing rising from my cheeks

“Well— thank you again, especially for the free drinks”

“You’re welcome. Here’s a coupon” he slides it to me and I smile and wave goodbye.

“What’d ya talk about” Suki asks as we walk back to her car

“Just tea.. and I got a coupon” I smile flicking it between my fingers; I look to see a phone number written across the card and my cheeks go red, “and maybe a date”