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pack it up barzy 😍
LITERALLY THOUGHT THIS WAS HIM WHEN I FIRST SAW THIS LMAOO
How did Mat go from looking so cute and boyish to an absolute sex god in like 4 months? How can I also have that glo up?
postgame raw: barzy and beau | qualifiers game four: nyi vs. fla | 8.7.20
˗ˏˋ WHO I WRITE FOR ˎˊ˗
ﾟ•┈꒰ა a list of all of the hockey players that I write about and will write about in the future.
ﾟ•┈꒰ა Mat Barzal
ﾟ•┈꒰ა Connor Bedard
ﾟ•┈꒰ა Jamie Drysdale
ﾟ•┈꒰ა Adam Fantilli
ﾟ•┈꒰ა Jack Hughes
ﾟ•┈꒰ა Luke Hughes
ﾟ•┈꒰ა Quinn Hughes
ﾟ•┈꒰ა Auston Matthews
ﾟ•┈꒰ა Trevor Zegras
HAPPY NATIONAL BOYFRIEND DAYYY TO MY BOYFRIENDS + MORE
HAPPY NATIONAL BOYFRIEND DAYYY TO MY BOYFRIENDS + MORE
HAPPY NATIONAL BOYFRIEND DAYYY TO MY BOYFRIENDS + MORE
please im begging... thigh riding mat barzal smut.... please
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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“Shit, baby, I gotta leave soon.”
“No, you don’t,” you mumbled defiantly, your fingers curled in his hair to tug his head back as your lips trace over his pulse point. “You have ages.”
“I still need to get ready,” Mat murmured, but it was half-hearted at best. His hands were gripping your hips, his body sinking back into the couch as you continued to kiss along his neck. “The boys are gonna give me shit if I’m late again—”
“Tragic,” you retorted, though he could feel your smile pressed against him.
“Baby,” Mat groaned before he ducked his head down, until his lips found yours again. “You’re a menace.”
You pulled back, your hands dropping to rest on his chest. “Sorry for wanting to spend some time with my boyfriend after he’s been away for a week,” you grumbled but the smile remained on your face. “I think I need to have a word with the coaching team. It’s not fair that you have morning skate when you just came back from a roadie.”
Mat raised his brows, amused. “Not fair for who?”
“For your lonely and neglected girlfriend,” you retorted.
Mat snorted. “My poor girl.”
Your eyes narrowed. “Don’t mock me.”
“Never,” he grinned before he leaned back up to kiss you again. “Need some lovin’?”
“Don’t say it like that,” you muttered but you leaned into the kiss, your nails lightly scratching his chest over the material of his shirt. “Makes me sound needy.”
“You are needy,” Mat countered, lightly pinching your hip. “And I love it.”
“Then do something about it,” you retorted, hips rolling down to feel the bulge in his sweatpants. “Mat, baby, please…”
Mat groaned, gripping your hips to stay still despite every cell in his body wanting to do the opposite. “Baby, I can’t.”
You huffed, your hands on his chest as you moved to climb off his lap.
“Hey, hey,” Mat murmured as he pulled you back down, your chests pressed together. “I said I can’t. I didn’t say you couldn’t.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Mat, that doesn’t make any sense—”
“Gonna make you feel good, baby,” he murmured, lifting you up enough so you were shifted off his lap and left straddling one of his legs instead.
Your cheeks warmed at his insinuation. “Mat—”
“C’mon, I gotta leave soon,” Mat muttered against your lips as his hands squeezed your hips. “Want my pretty girl to ride my thigh before I go.”
Your brain short circuited for a small moment.
“S’hot, babe,” Mat continued like his suggestion hadn’t completely melted your insides and washed away any coherent thoughts with it. “Pretty sure I remember you said you wanted to try it back at All-Stars—”
“I was drunk,” you defended, but your body flushed at the reminder. “And it wasn’t my fault you had your thighs out like a slut.”
He grinned. “They are all yours, baby, use them as you please.”
Your breath hitched a little. “I don’t know…”
“Shhh, just relax f’me,” Mat whispered, leaning up to kiss you again.
You sunk into his embrace, letting the whirling thoughts in your mind come to a halting stop as his tongue swiped along your lower lip before deepening the kiss. His hands gave your hips another squeeze before he started guiding, slowly rocking you back and forth until your body was moving on it’s own accord.
“Just like that, baby,” he praised, his forehead pressed against yours as your soft pants brushed along his lips. “That’s my pretty girl. Looking so fucking good riding my thigh like that. You look so gorgeous when you use me, baby.”
Your face flushed, a pathetic whine leaving your lips. “Mat—”
“C’mon, baby,” Mat cooed, his thumbs dipping under the hem of your shirt to swipe along your heated skin. “Give me something to think about during practice.”
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A/N: I’ve been constantly surrounded by wedding talk so here’s me venting via fic!! A good vent!! It successfully brought me out of my writing slump!! Very happy for people celebrating marriage!! ‘Tis also been a while since I’ve written, so I’d love any & all feedback! Work is kinda slowing down, so I’m hoping to have more writing time / being more active on here ✨ Thank you all for your kind messages!!
Summary: Snippets from your relationship with Mat that lead up, and all come together, to one of the most important days of your life.
MASTERLIST | Mat Barzal x Reader | LET’S CHAT 🥂 |
Warnings: None!! // WC: 7.2K // Fluff
Brittle leaves crunched under your boots: burnt orange, smokey red, and canary yellow. The earth created its own mosaic amongst leaves as you breathed in the thin, crisp chill autumn air.
A biker passed on your right and the hand in yours––gloved fingers entangled together––pulled you closer into his side.
Tilting your head back, slightly constricted by the borrowed scarf wrapped multiple times around your neck, you smiled softly, “How much longer?”
You could see his laugh, swept away by the wind in an instant, “We’re almost there.”
“You said that twenty minutes ago.”
“I mean it this time.”
A snort sounded from you, “Surprisingly, that doesn’t ease my doubts.”
Mat squeezed your hand firmly through his glove, “We just have to walk over this bridge,” he nodded his head toward the creek, a wooden bridge built for traveling across, laid just ahead. “And after that, it’s a five minute walk.”
You hummed in acknowledgment, eyes gazing at his side-profile. Despite growing up in Canada, Mat did not fare well in cold weather. And New York held no care for his low weather tolerance. While the complaints came endlessly from him, you could only admire the way the tip of his nose flushed in a rose color from the wind. His cheeks also shared the same tinted blush. Or, you found yourself admiring the flecks of hair that stuck out from his beanie.
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a/n: a little festive mat fic! written fairly quickly and minimally edited, but i wanted to get something out for the holiday! not too much more to say except i hope you guys all have a wonderful holiday and i’ll be quiet for the rest of the year, writing and stockpiling fics lol
word count: 4.8k
tw: a little innuendo, nothing crazy
summary: after spending the day hanging out with the team, you have some news for mat
“The snow was a nice touch,” you grin at Holly Horvat. A light dusting of snow is falling outside, the grass in the Horvats’ backyard already white.
Holly laughs, “oh, you know me. I have a connect to make sure even the weather is perfect for our events.” She pours M&Ms into a few small ramekins that are going to be placed around the kitchen island and dining room table where the kids will be decorating gingerbread houses.
The house is bustling with people and noise and you can’t help but love it. You miss having huge family gatherings, ever since your parents moved off Long Island and down south. The rest of your family is scattered to the winds, so it’s nice to be folded into the big team family get togethers. Joining a group of women who love any excuse to throw a party has been one of the biggest benefits from your relationship with Mat.
Half a dozen kids run past you - you spot the Bailey boys and Brock’s two oldest kids in the group as they blur by - holding jackets and their sneakers. “Mini sticks is getting moved outside,” Noah grins as he breezes past you, swiping a handful of M&Ms from the little bowl.
“Stay warm,” you tease, watching him follow the kids out the back door. A parade of adult men follow him - Wahlly, Casey, Josh, Brock, and finally Mat, who stops to give your waist a little squeeze.
“Kiss for luck?” He asks, puckering his lips at you in a dramatic duck face. You giggle and plant one on him, pulling back before he can slip his tongue past your lips.
Mat leans slightly against you, his face a little flushed already from the twenty minutes of mini sticks that’s been going on in the basement. “What do you need luck for?” You ask, carding your fingers through his hair.
“Jacky’s got a wicked wrister,” Mat grins, referring to Casey’s oldest, “and no idea how to aim. Do you know how many pucks to the head I’ve dodged?”
A snort of laughter makes Mat’s lips turn down in a frown. “Oh, I guess you just don’t care about my health,” he sighs dramatically, pulling away from your side. “It’s fine. I’ll take a slap shot to the head and then you’ll see how much you miss my charming personality.”
“Dramatics,” you murmur affectionately, hooking your fingers in his belt loops. “He’s five and you guys use a Nerf ball. I think you’ll live.”
“Maaaat!” Jack comes barreling through the room and crashes into your fiancé’s legs. “C’mon! Everybody’s outside.” The little boy looks adorable in his puffer coat, a little beanie pulled haphazardly over his blonde hair. He wrinkles his face up at Mat in an impatient frown and you can’t help but egg him on.
“Yeah, Mat,” you prod him in the side, looking innocent, “everyone’s outside already.”
He rolls his eyes at you, but grins down at Jack and swoops him into his arms, making Jack shriek with laughter. You prop your chin in the palm of your hand and watch Mat tickle Jack’s belly while he carries him outside. Jack’s little sneakered feet are kicking in the air, narrowly avoiding Mat’s head.
“He’s really good with the kids,” Kristy Cizikas comments, coming into the kitchen with baby Cole propped on her hip.
You scrunch up your face at Cole to make him laugh, “it’s because he’s a big kid himself, right Coley? Huh? Is Matty a big kid?” You giggle at your own baby talk and warmth blooms in your chest when you’re rewarded with a gummy baby smile. “Ooh, you make cute babies,” you tell Kristy.
She shakes her head affectionately, “I swear, they’re all Casey. It’s like my genes didn’t even try.”
“Hey, in like six months you and Mat can start catching up to the rest of us,” Sydney Martin teases, easily passing Alice to you when you reach out for the one-year-old. Alice immediately grabs a chunk of your hair and you wince, untangling chubby fingers from the strands.
You hum noncommittally as you work. “We’ll see what happens,” you shrug. “Might be nice to just be the two of us for a bit.”
“But don’t you want that all the time?” Syd laughs, gesturing to you now that Alice’s fingers are hooked in your mouth. You pretend to nibble on them, making her shriek with laughter. She finishes helping Holly set out the candy, knowing the rest of the kids will start wandering their way into the kitchen.
“One day, definitely,” you nod, settling Alice more securely on your lap, one arm looped around her stomach. The little girl slaps her palms happily on the countertop and you giggle, resting your chin on her head. “No rush though.”
As you settle at the table with the kids, the other guys trail in and out of the backyard, the noise of mini sticks floating inside.
You get to be in charge of Alice during decorating, sitting in between Syd with Winnie and Ashlee with Luca while the kids decorate their pre-made houses. You squirt a line of frosting onto the roof and Alice uses her little pincer grip to place M&Ms on the line. “Oh, good job,” you tell her in a bright, encouraging voice. She rewards you with a half melted piece of candy smushed against your cheek.
“Mommy,” Winnie’s little voice pipes up, “Ali’s makin’ a mess.”
“So are you, Win,” Sydney laughs, wiping up a smudge of frosting off of Winnie’s sweater. “Everyone is going to make a little bit of a mess and that’s okay.”
From your spot at the island, you can see right out the back door and you watch the mini sticks tournament that’s happening. Kids versus adults and honestly, it looks like the adults are having a rough go of it. Mat’s on the ground, a pile of children fighting him. Whally has Cal’s oldest on his shoulders and you honestly wonder how that ended up happening. Sticks have been discarded and the Nerf pucks are strewn around. You watch Casey pull Jack out of the pile on top of Mat, his little arms and legs kicking. From the ground, Mat jokingly sticks his tongue out at Jack and you shake your head. Of course he has beef with a five-year-old.
Bo and Gunnar join the fun outside and Mat slaps the little boy’s hand in a high-five. Your stomach swoops a little. It’s always such a turn-on when Mat interacts with kids, but it’s a little different now.
Alice pats your hand and grumbles a little. “Whoops, sorry, Al,” you squeeze more frosting onto the house for her to decorate.
“Distracted?” Ashlee asks, pulling Luca’s frosting covered hand away from his hair. She wipes his fingers off with a napkin and gives him a pretzel to stick onto his little house. She pops another pretzel into her own mouth.
You hum. “Just making sure he’s not being totally steamrolled by a pack of kids,” you laugh lightly. While Alice works on the roof of her house, you put a few Starburts in place to act as a little pathway going to the door.
In the backyard, Mat stands up, Mack and Wyatt Bailey hanging from each arm. He shakes them gently and you can see both boys’ heads fall back with wild laughter. Meg looks up from where she’s helping Blake with a pattern of Smarties on her roof. “Honestly, if he wasn’t busy with, you know, his actual job,” she laughs, “I’d hire him as a babysitter. The kids loved when he lived with us.”
The entire kitchen of women laugh when the back door slides open and Mat steps back inside, shaking melted snow from his short hair. He stops and looks up, scanning the room full of laughing women. “What?” He asks, eyebrows drawn together. “I interrupt something? Want me to leave so you ladies can keep talking about me?” He laughs brightly, flashing his teeth.
“You can stay,” you offer generously, tilting your head up as he passes for a kiss. Mat’s hand is freezing when it cups your jaw and you flinch a little. He mumbles a ‘sorry’ against your lips before kissing them. When he pulls away, to a soundtrack of ‘awww’s from the women and a joking ‘get a room’ from Sydney, you continue, “but you have to take orders from toddlers, if you do.”
“Like I’m not already doing that,” he laughs, swiping a thumb over your cheekbone and sucking it into his mouth. “Frosting,” he explains, smirking. Your cheeks flush.
Winnie stands up on her chair and leans into you, poking at your cheek with her fingers. “Red, I wanna be red!” She bounces a little and looks over at Mat who scrunches up his whole face at her and tickles her sides, making her shriek with laughter and flop back into Sydney’s arms.
Sydney laughs and tickles Winnie’s side, “girlfriend, you’re collecting boyfriends around here like they’re Pokémon cards.”
Satisfied by the chaos he caused, Mat backs into the hallway, explaining, “I was sent to get more jackets and gloves and sh-stuff,” he course-corrects before letting the curse slip. “It’s freezing out there.”
He’s gone, rummaging through the massive hall closet, before reappearing wearing his own coat and holding an armful of the other guys’ outerwear.
“Who’s winning?” Holly teases, while you all watch Mat struggle to pull a beanie on without dropping anything. He fails spectacularly and gives up when he realizes that everything’s slowly falling to the floor.
Mat scoffs. “The kids, obviously. They’re unhinged,” he grins widely and you can tell he’s having a blast. There’s a chorus of his name being shouted from outside and Mat scoops up the dropped outerwear before dashing off to rejoin the fun.
Sydney leans in and nudges your side gently. “He’s going to be a great dad,” she whispers, smiling knowingly.
You chew at the inside of your cheek and manage a barely convincing smile. “One day, definitely,” you reply, holding an Oreo for Alice to chew at.
She shoots you a little side eyed look and you studiously ignore her, focusing on telling Reese Cizikas how great her house looks. Things start to get messy - well, messier - after a while and the kids get antsy until they’re turned loose from the table to run off around the house. While you clean up the candy, the guys come back inside with the older kids and you can’t help but laugh at how the three youngest men, including your fiancé, have kids hanging off of them.
“If you kids let go of the guys,” Holly says warmly, “I’ll pass around some hot chocolate.”
It’s a mad scramble for the kids to abandon Mat, Noah, and Oliver - and they actually look mildly offended when the kids just toss their jackets back at them in their dash for hot chocolate. You take some of the gear from Mat and lean up on your toes to kiss his cheek, “don’t look so sad, you can have another play date with your friends soon.”
“Menace,” Mat grins, reaching around to pinch at your ass.
“I’ll text Kristy,” you giggle, continuing the joke, “Jack can come over and beat you at mini sticks again.”
“I’m gonna toss your phone into the ocean,” Mat deadpans.
You lower your voice and lean closer to him to whisper, “how will I send all those pictures you like?”
“You can keep the phone,” Mat replies immediately and you laugh, tugging at the open edges of his jacket. He pulls you close and you wrap one arm around his waist, his body warm even though his hands and face are cold. You bury your face in his chest and stifle a yawn. Mat’s hand is warming your back where he rubs it up and down your spine. “Still feeling gross after that bug?”
“Not gross,” you tilt your head to look up at him, still cuddled against his chest, “just tired. Haven’t been sleeping well.”
“We can head home, if you want,” Mat offers, but you shake your head again. You like it when the whole group is together and you want to keep enjoying the time with your friends.
You pull back slightly from Mat’s arms, his hands still resting on your back. “I just need a little bit of sugar and I’ll be good to go,” you smile at him. His eyes twinkle before he leans down and plants a smacking, dramatic kiss on your lips.
“Good to go?” He teases when he pulls back.
“Not that kind of sugar,” you giggle, delighted by him always.
“You guys are disgustingly cute,” Ashlee says, breaking into the Mat Barzal bubble that you’ve been enveloped in for the last few minutes. You startle a little and some of the other wives laugh.
“Oh god, she forgot we’re even here,” Sydney shakes her head, an exaggerated frown on her lips.
Meg smirks, “thank god we interrupted them before it went too far.”
Your cheeks are warm from the teasing and Mat just turns on the charm, grinning widely at his teammates’ wives. “It’s all part of the Barzal charm,” he wiggles his eyebrows.
“What charm?” Bo chirps, coming into the kitchen with Tulsa on his hip. “All you’re good at is league mandated iPad time.”
“Don’t forget all the time he spends sitting on his ass on the ice,” Noah grins wickedly.
“Tell us,” Casey asks you, “is it part of his charm when he messes up common sayings?”
You giggle, sucking your lips into your mouth when Mat glares down at you.
“You guys suck,” Mat flips them off, immediately apologizing when he realizes some of the kids are still in the room. “Sorry, Holly, Meg.”
They waive off his apologies, sending him into the den with a tray of snacks for the kids. They’re watching a movie, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer if the familiar music is to be believed, and you know half the dads are also in the den, napping on the couches. Mat disappears for a while too and you leave him to the movie, knowing he’s exhausted. You get to hang out with the girls for a few more hours, interspersed with hugs and drawings from Gunnar and Winnie, before the party starts to break up.
Everyone’s gone slowly and then all at once, and you and Mat are walking the three blocks towards your house. He bumps your hip with his as you walk, his fingers laced with yours. “You coming to the game tomorrow?” He asks, getting a sense of what the week ahead will look like.
“Mhm,” you hum, “I’m going to go with Syd, so I’m not sure if I’ll end up staying the whole game. So make sure you do all the good stuff in the first.”
Mat bumps your hip again and you laugh, the sound echoing in the cold air. “I save all my best stuff for you,” he retorts, unlocking the front door and letting you step inside before him. He winks at you, his entire face scrunching up in his terrible attempt.
You scoff at him and flip the switches to turn on the Christmas lights, bathing the whole house in the warm glow of multi-colored string lights. You sigh happily, loving the over the top decorations you’d insisted on and the way the entire house smells like pine and cinnamon from diffusers and candles left open but unlit. Mat crowds your space and kisses the back of your neck.
“Couch time?” He mumbles against your skin.
“Couch time,” you agree, muffling another yawn.
You race to the bedroom, changing out of your clothes as quick as possible to get into comfy sweats and sweatshirts. Mat tosses a pillow at your face to distract you, but you swat it out of the air, nearly getting your foot stuck in the leg of your sweats.
“You like when I’m a weighted blanket,” Mat says, voice muffled by the sweatshirt he’s pulling over his head. “Why are you racing me to be on top?”
You don’t waste time pulling on your sweatshirt in the room and instead dart back out to the hallway and skip down the stairs, flopping onto the couch in just your sweats, completely topless. Mat’s hot on your heels and grumbles when he sees you yanking the fabric over your head. Smugly, you reply, “I don’t wanna be squished today. I want to use you as a body pillow.”
He submits to his fate and flops down onto the couch, oversized enough that the two of you could lay side by side and be comfortable, and opens his arms for you to crawl onto his chest. The both of you love the soft pressure of the other person laying on top of them so you’ve had to come up with a contest over the course of your relationship - first person on the couch gets to be on top. More often than not, you end up sprawled over Mat since it’s an easy way to transition into couch sex.
Now, you’re so tired you definitely will be keeping all of your clothes on. But you hum happily when you settle on top of him, your knees tucked nicely against either side of his hips, straddling his lap. When you curl up against his chest, your lower back stretches pleasantly and you wiggle a little, wrapping your arms around his torso and tucking your head under his chin. Mat’s arms wrap around you, one hand covering the back of your head so his fingertips can stroke against the shell of your ear.
He pulls the decorative blanket off the back of the couch with his other hand and arranges it over your bodies, making sure his feet stick out on the end so he doesn’t overheat. “You good?” He asks, his jaw bumping against the top of your head when he speaks. You nod against him and close your eyes, settling into his warmth. Mat turns on the TV, flipping it to ESPN before letting his hand rest low on the curve of your back, fingers grazing the top of your ass.
Mat’s heart beats steadily under your cheek and his hand is warm where it rests on your head. Couch time is exactly what you needed today. Your eyelids flutter shut every so often and you must fall asleep for a little nap because the next thing you know, it’s darker outside and Mat is running his thumb over your cheekbone.
“Hey,” he whispers and you lift your head to look at him blearily, momentarily confused.
“Hi,” you mumble sleepily, brushing your nose against his chin. “What time’s it?”
“Just after 4:30,” he replies and now the TV’s playing a rerun of The Office. He chuckles at a joke and rubs his fingertips against your scalp in a little massage. “You’ve been out for like forty-five minutes and I would’ve let you sleep, but I’m starving.”
Your heart skips a beat and you’re fully awake now. “Oh, same,” you say casually, rolling off of Mat and tucking yourself against his side. “I actually would love a piece of that gingerbread house that I ordered.”
“Gingerbread house?” Mat raises an eyebrow. “When’d you get that?”
“It was delivered the other day,” you explain. “I wanted something cute for our first engaged Christmas.”
Mat sits up, taking you with him and you wiggle around so you’re sitting cross-legged on the couch, facing him. “I totally forgot to show it to you,” you shrug, proud of yourself for being so normal. “But why don’t you go take a look and bring me back a piece?”
“Yeah, okay,” Mat shrugs, scratching your scalp once before getting up. “Dessert before dinner usually means eating you out, but gingerbread is cool too.”
He says it so casually that you don’t really process what he says until he’s already in the kitchen. You bounce up on your knees to look at him over the back of the couch, yelping his name when it finally sinks in. He’s laughing as he pulls the new box down from where it’s been sitting on top of the fridge. “Took you long enough,” he laughs, popping the top of the white cardboard. “That nap really must’ve taken it out of you.”
You scowl at him but don’t reply, anxiously waiting to see his reaction to the gingerbread house. He pulls it out of the box and his lips quirk up in a little smile. “It’s cute,” he says, looking at the house, professionally decorated. “Way better than the ones the kids made today.”
A laugh works its way out of your mouth as he studies it, taking in the details. “Huh,” he mutters, more to himself than anything else, “three people. Must’ve read your order wrong, Squeaks.”
“Oh?” You breathe. “There were supposed to be me and you…” You trail off.
“Yeah, they’re here,” Mat reads the little names iced onto the gingerbread people. “There’s you and Mat and…” he falters, squinting at the third figure, bringing it closer to his face, “Baby B?”
He looks over at you, forehead creased and eyebrows drawn together over his nose. “Baby B?” He repeats the question and you smile carefully at him, hand sliding across the back of the couch so your fingertips rest on your stomach.
“Baby B,” you confirm shakily. Tears well at your lower lash line and you watch Mat for his reaction.
He blinks at you, eyes darting between your face, your stomach, and the gingerbread figure held in his hand. “Wait? Seriously?” He sounds dazed and you can’t blame him. You were freaked out when you took the test a week and a half ago. It’s been the hardest secret you’ve ever had to keep. “You’re…there’s a baby?” His eyes are wide and his jaw hangs open a little.
You nod. “It’s, um, been hanging out for like six-ish, seven weeks,” you whisper, flattening your hand over your stomach. Mat’s eyes track your movement and he exhales a shaky breath.
Mat breathes your name and crosses the room in a few large strides. He cups your cheeks in his hands and studies your face, wiping at the tears that drip from your eyes. “Hey, c’mon, why’re you crying?” He asks, panic edging his tone.
“I know it’s earlier than we planned,” you shrug, “I’m going to be insanely pregnant at the wedding. We won’t get to be, like, newlyweds at all and the honeymoon’s going to have to change or be cancelled altogether.” You ramble on, all of your stress releasing in run-on sentences. You already love the baby, but getting pregnant before the wedding definitely wasn’t the plan.
Mat chuckles a little and you realize it sounds a little watery, like he’s trying to hold back his own emotion. “We’ll figure it out,” he says gently, squatting down so he’s closer to your eye level. “I’m gonna be a dad?”
“Yeah,” you confirm again. “Are you freaking out? Because I’m freaking out.”
“I’m definitely freaking out,” Mat confirms on a hysterical little laugh. His fingers tremble a little against your cheeks. “But it’s a good thing, right? Like, we’re gonna make the coolest babies.”
You nod. “They’re going to have amazing hair,” you giggle wetly.
Mat leans forward to kiss you softly, tasting the tears on your lips. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, quietly breathing with you. “That, uh, wasn’t a stomach bug last week, was it?”
“No,” you shake your head against his. “I’ve had some pretty aggressive mid-morning sickness this past week.”
“How the hell did I miss that?” He asks and it’s mostly rhetorical because Mat is not the most observant of men on a good day, let alone during a week and a half period where they’re playing a game every other day.
You lean back and tap at your stomach with your fingers, “baby’s already pretty good about not inconveniencing you. It was bad after you’d already left for practice.”
“I kind of can’t believe our baby’s in there,” Mat says, looking down at your stomach. His hands fall to the back of the couch and his fingers twitch, like he wants to reach out and touch you, but he doesn’t.
“Me either,” you admit. “And I’ve had a week to get used to the idea.”
“Shit, Squeaks,” he shakes his head again, a little smile playing on his lips, “a baby. We’re gonna be in charge of a real baby.”
Your answering laugh is a little hysterical. You’re obviously not the first of your friends to have a baby, but it feels insane that you’re here, especially before the wedding. Your parents are going to be so annoyed. “Good thing we have friends who know what they’re doing,” you murmur, covering Mat’s hands with yours and lacing your fingers together. You look at your joined fingers and your heart lurches in your chest. Quietly, you ask him, “we’re going to be good at this, right?”
“Hell if I know,” Mat admits. You frown at him - that was less than reassuring, but at least he’s honest. He jolts a little, his eyebrows lifting into his hairline, and you cock your head at him in a silent question. “I realized,” he says, a little sheepishly, “that I never said I was happy about this, but I am. I’m excited, scared as shit, but excited.”
“Me too,” you let loose a relieved laugh. You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear Mat say he was happy about the baby. It’s been a weight on your shoulders ever since that positive pink line appeared on the test. “Um, there is one thing you could do for me right now though.”
Mat perks up and nods, “yeah, whatever you need, babe. You’re going to be so sick of me and how attentive I’ll be.”
You have no doubt about that, but for now - “can you get me a piece of that gingerbread? I’ve been craving it since the stupid thing was delivered yesterday.”
Mat laughs and stands up to retrieve the cookie, much to your delight. It’s been taunting you for more than twenty-four hours now and you nibble at the gingerbread version of yourself happily. Mat flops down onto the couch next to you and you tuck yourself up against his side. His hand absently runs up and down your arm, his eyes focused in the direction of the TV, but not actually paying attention.
You’re quiet at his side, knowing he needs to process the news. You were lucky in that you were alone when you found out so you could freak out without Mat seeing just how scared you were. Now that it’s been a week of knowing and Mat’s reaction wasn’t a total meltdown, you can relax a little, even start to get excited about having a little summer baby. Mat will get to spend time with you and the baby since you’re due in late August, by your admittedly shaky math.
Subconsciously, Mat’s hand wanders down your side, splaying on your waist, fingers stretching to cover part of your stomach. He rubs his thumb against your ribs and a little huff of disbelief leaves his throat. “Too bad you’re not due before the wedding,” he says, looking down at you with a little smile, “she could’ve been in the wedding, like Gracie at Bearsy’s wedding.”
Your throat clogs with emotion, thinking of your baby being at the wedding, and you bury your face in Mat’s side so he can’t see how tears well up in your eyes again. “You can’t say cute shit like that to me right now,” you mumble, “my hormones are in overdrive.”
Mat pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling his thighs. He kisses the corner of your mouth and you sigh, resting your arms on his shoulders. “Let me know when I can start saying cute shit,” his grin is shit-eating, “because I just realized that there’s a chance we could put the baby in the Cup this summer.”
“Gotta win it first,” you counter, teasing him. He rolls his eyes and lets his hands drift over your stomach, broad palms covering the expanse of the still flat area.
“Got a new motivation now,” Mat replies and even though he still looks stunned, you can see how excited he’s getting about the baby.
You look down at where his hands cover your stomach and it’s all too easy to picture his hands holding a newborn baby with his eyes and your nose, a little shock of Mat’s dark hair on its head.
You can’t wait.
A/N: Hiiii!! More writing! Yay! This was a fun one!! It’s 98% fluff with 2% angst, but I promise it has a happy ending 🙂 Thank you all so much for your encouraging words!! I cherish them all & hold them close to my heart 🥺 Any and all feedback is appreciated! I hope you enjoy !
Summary: From your first date, first kiss, first hockey game of Mat’s, first I love you, to your first fight…You always learned something new about him.
MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🥂 | Mat Barzal x Reader
Warnings: One swear word & brief allusion to smut // WC: 11.6K // Fluff & Slight Angst
It was your first date.
A blind date.
The nerves got the best of you, so you arrived at the coffee shop early. What if the subway line you had to take was late? What if you missed a stop? What if you took a wrong turn down a street? Twenty minutes might be a bit too early, but it was the only way to ease your anxiety.
You don’t even know the last time you were on a blind date. Your friend, Hayden, had set it up. After a drunken confession over a shared bottle of wine, you admitted you were scared that you were running out of time to find your person. And that’s when an idea clicked in her mind.
She said she had a friend––Mat––who was tired of flings and wanted to really date someone. You waved her off, the idea of being set up seemed too middle school for you. But after she showed you a picture of him…you gave her the go ahead to send him your number.
She contacted Mat, and he said that he was all in for a blind date with you.
You tapped your foot on the pavement as you stood outside of the coffee shop entrance you agreed to meet at. After scrolling through your social media a few times, you clicked on your messages. Were you at the right coffee shop? You clicked on his name, and triple checked that you had the correct place and time.
“Uh, Y/N?”
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A/N: ‘Tis been a while 🤧 But life has slowed down a bit for me to finish my attempt at a 4+1 fic! Yay! I treasure all of your thoughts so dearly 🥺 Whether it be in the tags, an ask, or a reblog 🥺 I love them 🥺 I hope you’ve all had a wonderful day so far!! Sending everyone good vibes 🥰 I also like to think the ending of this fic is the ending to the 2021 season we deserved 🔪
Summary: The four times you watch Mat lose a hockey game, and the one time you watch him win // 4+1
MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🥂 | Mat Barzal x Reader
Warnings: Few Swear Words // WC: 11.3K // Fluff
ONE
“You’ve never really watched a hockey game?”
Settling in your seats, you shrugged your shoulders and took a sip of your drink, “I’ve watched hockey, just not…actively.”
Your friend, Grace, blinked at you, “That makes no sense.”
“Like, I’ve seen bits and pieces of games if I’m at a sports bar or I’ll have it on as background noise,” you let your shoulders fall and let out a sigh, ”but I haven’t actively sat down and paid attention to a game.”
Grace rolled her eyes and bumped her shoulder against yours, “You’re insane. At least the Isles have been on a winning streak so it’ll be a fun one.”
“How many have they won?”
“Fourteen,” Grace smiled as she turned her attention toward the ice to watch the players in white jersey’s skate around, “My cousin said that they’re so close to breaking a franchise record.”
You followed her gaze and stared at the ice, “Which one is your cousin again?”
“Number eighteen,” she lifted her hand to point on the ice with a smile on her face, “Tito.”
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tennessee orange
mat barzal x hughes sister!reader
summary: you hate how you look in orange but you would do anything for mat.
listen to the song while reading!
Mama, I'm callin', I've got some news Don't ya tell daddy, he'll blow a fuse Don't worry, I'm doin' okay
When Jack first moved to New Jersey, you went with him. Your parents were a bit concerned about their rowdy, chaotic middle son going to New Jersey alone. The worry wasn’t there for your twin brother, Quinn, and he was responsible enough. You lived with Ty Smith and Jack for the year. Most of the time, you tried not to bother Jack often, not wanting to be an overbearing older sister.
You had found a job in New York, commuting each day on the train to work. You met Mat on one of your first weeks in New York. His secret favorite coffee shop wasn’t on Long Island, and he would always make his way there after rough morning skates. You were sitting in the coffee shop, working on your laptop during your lunch break. Mat saw you. He recognized you immediately. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.
He got his coffee before approaching you. “Do I know you?” Mat asked. Without looking up, you rolled your eyes, “Is that some sort of pickup line?” When you looked up, you were shocked to see Mat Barzal. Your eyes widened, “Oh, you play hockey.”
A cocky smile grew on his face, “So you gonna tell me where I’ve seen you before?”
“My brothers are in the league, Quinn and Jack Hughes. And my youngest brother Luke is going to be drafted in a couple of years, hopefully.”
Mat recognized the names quickly. Before he could speak again, your phone alarm went off. “It was nice to officially meet you, Mat. I gotta get back to the office, though. See you at games, I guess,” you gave him a smile.
He watched you pack up your bag, his body frozen in place. Before you could reach the door, he was blurting out to you, “Can I get your number?”
Just never thought I'd see the day. I've never felt this way
Mat made you feel different. A good different. You didn’t feel like the sister of Quinn and Jack Hughes and uprising star Luke Hughes. You didn’t feel like the daughter of Ellen and Jim Hughes, hockey stars as well. You just felt like you. Mat wanted to know your favorite color and the story behind the scar on your knee. He wanted to know how you drank your coffee and your opinion on different foods.
You were something different for Mat as well. He was used to dating people who used him for his status and didn’t want to get to know who he was underneath all the layers he had yet to peel back. His heart would flutter each time you would stay late in his bed, not caring if you were late to work and wearing his soft t-shirt, asking him about his childhood and his favorite song.
Mat was your favorite secret. You didn’t tell your parents or brothers. Most of the time, you were spending your nights in New York at Mat’s apartment. Jack was so caught up in his rookie year that he didn’t even notice your absence. You and Mat had snuck around for years before a discussion of telling everyone started.
I met somebody and he's got blue eyes. He opens the door and he don't make me cry. He ain't from where we're from. But he feels like home, yeah. He's got me doin' things I've never done
Mat had asked you to attend his game, offering you a blue and orange jersey. He pulled the jersey out of his closet, tossing it at you. You were over at his apartment after work one day. He watched with amusement at your face scowling up at the sight of his jersey. “What? Don’t like the colors?” he teased. “It’s partly orange.” You were used to wearing red for the Devils or Canucks colors or Michigan colors. The orange was a color you hadn’t worn before, really. Even when Luke was playing for the Littel Caesars hockey team, you didn’t wear orange.
Mat’s hand cupped your face, “Wear it for me? Please.”
You were swimming in his jersey. It felt different to you. Having a name on your back that wasn’t your own. A number that was not the number your brothers wore. “It looks good on you,” Mat smiled as he kissed you. It was a fuzzy feeling. He made you feel fuzzy inside, in a good way.
“Now you have something to wear to a game.”
Your stomach churned uncomfortably. “I think we should tell our family’s before we go out in public together,” you swallowed. Mat’s face fell a little bit, “Oh, right, yeah.” You grabbed his hands from your face. “Mat, I just want my brothers to hear it from me, not in some interview or some talk in the locker room. I will wear this jersey for you, even though I hate the orange, but just after I tell my family.”
I'm wearing Tennessee orange for him
It was the Christmas break. You and your brothers went up to Canada with your parents to watch Luke play in the Worlds. Your family sat down together for dinner. It was nice to have everyone there. Jack made a small comment about you never being in the apartment. Your twin shot you a confusing look. “I, uh, I met someone. In New York,” you swallowed. Mat had informed you that he wanted to tell his parents about you over the break, and you agreed to do the same.
Your mom smiled, “That’s great, honey!”
Your brothers almost threw a riot regarding your unknown boyfriend. The protectiveness kicking in. “Who is it?” Jack questioned loudly in the middle of the restaurant. You pushed around the food on your plate before mumbling, “You guys know him already.”
Luke had heard you, eyebrows furrowing together, “We know him?”
“He plays for the Islanders?” you said, laughing nervously.
And I wore the hat on his dash to the game. It sure wasn't Athens but I Fell for him under those Neyland lights
After the break, Mat was officially introduced to Jack first, coming over to New Jersey to your shared apartment. “Mat!” you were surprised he came to visit you. He smiled, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. “Jack is here,” you cleared your throat, Mat gazing over your shoulder at your younger brother watching. “I thought we could have dinner together. You’re always talking about that Italian place here,” Mat suggested as you let him come further into the apartment.
“Good idea! We can go to dinner!” Jack surprisingly shouted, standing to get his shoes. “I think he meant just me and him,” you sighed. “It’s fine, babe. Jack can join,” Mat said. “I promised Quinny I would watch the two of you anyway,” Jack mumbled.
During dinner, Jack was being obnoxious: asking Mat personal questions, making Mat and you sit apart, and making sure Mat knew you had brothers who wouldn’t let him get away with hurting you. At the end of dinner, Mat leaned over, whispering in your ear, “I thought Jack would be the easiest one to befriend.”
You chuckled, “At this point, you have the best chance of befriending Luke before the other two.”
Mama, forgive me, I like him a lot. Hell, I'm learning the words to Old Rocky Top. And he's got a smile that makes me forget, I've always looked better in red
Of course, Mat would ask you to attend the game that he was playing against Jack. Quinn happened to be in town as well since his schedule had him on the east coast. Your parents tried to come to the games where their sons play against one another, and they decided to stay for the Islanders and Devils game in New York.
You had been at Mat’s place before the game. You had slowly been moving in with him. Luke would be joining the Devils at the end of his NCAA season and taking your place in Jack’s apartment. “You going to wear my jersey?” Mat asked as he buttoned up his shirt. He wouldn’t force you to wear it, especially to a game where your brother was playing on the opposing team. The look in his eyes when he realized you were going to actually wear his jersey is a look you'll never forget. A look full of love for you.
When you agreed to wear Mat’s jersey to the game, you should had known you’d get a few chirps from your parents and Quinn, who were already sitting in the seats on the glass when you got there. “You’re wearing Mat’s jersey!?” Quinn exclaimed as you took a seat.
Your face heated up, “I still want the Devs to win, don’t worry. Just don’t tell Mat that.” Mat skated over to you during warm-ups, smiling as he saw you in his jersey. He waved before skating off again, making sure to score you two goals. You sat there, humming along to the chants from the Islanders fans in the arena. You didn’t even realize you were humming along. “You really like him?” your mom beamed. You nodded in response to her question.
Even though you hated how you looked in the Islanders jersey and in orange, you really did love him.
I'm wearing Tennessee orange for him
mat and reader having a tradition? After every win they get a strawberry milkshake or something? something just between them? and maybe if reader cannot go with him, she gets someone to buy one ?
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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“I miss you.”
It hadn’t been the first time he had said it since you had called him after his game, and you doubted it would be his last either. But it made your heart swoon, nonetheless.
“I miss you too,” you murmured back, your cheek pressed against the pillow as you glanced at him on your phone. It was propped up on your bedside table, leaning against your lamp so you could lay comfortably in bed as you spoke. “But you guys are killing it on the roadie. Two wins, huh?”
His lips twitched. “Yeah, but they’d be better if you were in the crowd.”
“What, sitting at home decked out in Islander number thirteen merch wasn’t enough?” You teased, deciding to withhold the part where you ordered a shit ton of team merchandise from your boyfriend.
All in all, your relationship with Mat was still fairly new. Being a hockey player with an insane schedule wasn’t ideal for starting a new relationship, so despite knowing each other for the better part of a year, it took a few months before you decided to make it official.
And Mat had played away games since making it official, but this time it just hit harder.
Maybe it was because it was his longest roadie yet. Or maybe it was because you finally felt like you and Mat were starting to get into the swing of things, that natural flow that clicked when the relationship felt stable enough. Or maybe it was simply because you missed the boy, because your love for him was growing with each day.
But after getting so used to sleeping at each other’s apartment, the empty bed had been particularly upsetting to return to every night since he had been gone.
“It was more than enough, baby,” Mat replied with a fond smile on his face, thinking back to the photo you sent him of you bundled up on the couch with his jersey on. “But it feels wrong not celebrating wins the proper way.”
The proper way being with a cold, full-fat strawberry milkshake the two of you would get from a local diner—one that his trainers would definitely drop dead if they saw him stepping into. It was reserved only for wins, for a celebration between the two of you. And just like you, he knew it wasn’t the first time he won an away game and couldn’t share a milkshake with you, but it hit harder knowing that he couldn’t have it this time.
“Hm, what do you mean?”
His brows furrowed together in confusion. “What?”
“I think we are celebrating the proper way,” you replied with a nonchalant shrug, half-burying your face in your pillow to hide the grin growing on your face.
Mat’s confusion only grew and, much to your amusement, he looked partially offended. Almost like he couldn’t quite believe you had forgotten your shared tradition.
“I—” Mat started before he was cut off by the sound of someone knocking on his door.
He disappeared from the screen for a few moments and you used the time to set yourself up. You sat up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and letting the duvet fall to your waist to expose one of his hoodies you had stolen from his wardrobe a few weeks ago. You waited for him to return, an eager smile on your face.
“Baby,” his voice was so sweet and fond as he returned to the camera, holding a milkshake in his hand with a cheesy grin on his face.
“Surprise!” You grinned, leaning over to pick up the milkshake that had been sitting out of shot since you had been on the phone to him. “It’s not the same as the diner but—”
“It’s perfect,” Mat finished for you, his cheeks looking a little rosier than before. “I can’t believe you set this up.”
“I wanted to celebrate properly with my boy to show him how proud I am,” you replied simply, watching as his expression brightened at the use of ‘my boy’.
“I can’t fucking wait to kiss you.”
“Me too, babe. Me too.”
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The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year [Anthony ‘Tito’ Beauvillier] ⚠🎄
Description: Over their years of friendship Tito has tried to convince Y/N that christmas time is the most wonderful time of the year after it being ruined for her years ago, but this year she seems to be coming around.
Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abusive relationship.
It's the most wonderful time of the year With the kids jingle belling And everyone telling you be of good cheer It's the most wonderful time of the year
Y/N huffs and turns off the radio, deciding no radio station was safe from Christmas music. Her commute home from work is the time she takes to unwind from her twenty-four hour shift as a Trauma Nurse Practitioner in the Emergency Department at Nassau University Medical Center.
For those who don't know Y/N well, they would just assume she was a grinch, that she has hated Christmas since day one. Those people are wrong, Y/N Y/L/N absolutely loved Christmas until she turned eighteen, which by "coincidence" was around the time she started dating her ex-boyfriend (Almost ex-husband, if she would've actually married the man.)
Drew and Y/N met during Y/N's first semester as a freshman at college. She was going for her Bachelors in Nursing, while Drew was only there for football, parties, girls, alcohol, and drugs.
Y/N's friends told her Drew was no good. He constantly tried to get her to drink and even eventually do drugs with him. Sure, she might've had a drink every once and a while, but drugs were a hard no from her.
She never knew Drew did drugs until her third year of college, which was also her first year of nursing school. She had just gotten back from a lab and walked in on him doing a line off of her coffee table.
Y/N kicked him out right then and there, but Drew always found a way to weasel back in, even though all he did was bring her down. Drew was never a nice person, not even to the girl he claimed to love so much. He made Y/N doubt herself in school, he made her doubt her own image and made her doubt the things she loved (unless it was him). He even got physical with her often, even going as far as beating her up multiple times. Y/N always promised she wouldn't be that girl who puts up with that because her partner "loves" her, but manipulation can make you break any promise.
That's were this all started. A boy who was no good and ruined her love for everything, including the holiday season.
It's the hap-happiest season of all With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings When friends come to call It's the hap-happiest season of all
Y/N walked through the doors of the bar she was meeting her friends at. It was freezing cold outside, so the wave of heat made her smile and rub her hands together to try and warm them up.
She scanned the room for any familiar faces when her eyes landed on her blue eyed, Canadian friend, and his landed on hers.
Tito excuses himself from the table to go get her and assist her through the crowd. Once he reaches her, he pulls her in for a hug and she notices he smells different. She can't put her finger on what the scent is, considering in her line of work you never really try to smell things.
"Hey Beau, how are you?" She asks as they pull apart. Tito smiles at the nickname, even though everyone has called him that at some point.
"I'm good, I went with Barzy to get his Christmas tree today." He says with a twinkle in his eye, "How are you?".
"So that's what you smell like, Christmas tree?" She asks, bewildered.
Tito chuckles at the look on her face, "Yes sweetheart, that's what I smell like."
"Well...." She pauses, "It smells nice."
"Christmas tree smells nice? I never thought I'd hear that come out of your mouth." Tito laughs and grabs her hand to pull her through the crowd.
"That's the only thing you're going to get out of me Anthony. Don't push it." Y/N giggles as he drags her through the last of the crowd and over to their friends.
Everyone says hello, then Y/N sits down in the booth and Tito follows her.
"I'll get you to see Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year one day." He whispers into her ear, making her shake her head with a smile on her face.
There'll be parties for hosting Marshmallows for toasting And caroling out in the snow
"Y/N I could really use your expertise." Tito says as soon as Y/N answers the phone.
"What's up Beau?"
"I need help with the party." He says quickly.
This year is Tito's turn to host their friend group's Christmas party. Which means he has to decorate, cook, and come up with some games or activities.
Parties- Definitely Y/N's thing.
Christmas Parties- Not really.
"Beau......" She drags with a groan.
"Y/N/N please?" He begs. "I will do whatever you want me to do." With this comment, he lowers his voice.
Y/N contemplates it for a few seconds, before ultimately giving in.
"You owe me Beauvillier."
"Yes ma'am."
§§§
"So, what style are we going for?" Y/N asks as they walk down the aisles of Target.
"I don't know, something with red and green I guess." Anthony shrugs.
Y/N stops and stares at him for a second before scoffing.
"Typical man." She says, "How about red, white and gold? I think it would look nice, especially with your apartment's floor to ceiling windows. It would make it look cozy."
Tito nods, agreeing. "You know for someone who doesn't enjoy Christmas, you sure do know how to decorate for it." He says.
"Yeah, my parents decorate with those colors." She sighs, "I think they look nice, especially with warm tone lights."
"Well you and your parents have great taste." Tito compliments and earns a smile out of Y/N. "Can I ask you something?" He asks after a few seconds.
"Sure."
"Why don't you like Christmas anymore? Your parents and Natalie always talk about how much you loved it before you went off to college. No one ever says why you don't like it anymore."
"Drew happened." She states. "My first Christmas at college, after we had started dating, we went to the tree farm at night because he had practice. He was in a crappy mood and didn't want to go, but apparently I "bothered him enough" that he went with. He got mad because I was taking too long to pick a tree, and I told him that we could go home and he blew up Beau. He chased me around the field with a handsaw screaming and yelling." Y/N takes in a deep breath and continues, without looking at Anthony. "Eventually he grabbed ahold of me and took me to the ground and he held the freaking rusty saw to my neck. No one was out there so he could've killed me, but for some reason he didn't."
Anthony stares at her in disbelief. How in the hell could someone treat her like that? Is one of the thoughts running through his mind.
That and the thought to track that bastard down and kill him.
"I could never figure out what set him off. Everything had been going great until then and it never was the same afterwards." She finishes, breaking him out of the trance he was in.
"Y/N-." He starts.
"Beau, don't apologize. I've gotten over him and what he put me through. I just can't get back into the Christmas spirit after all of these years. It's like a mental block, I just don't know what to do about it." She sighs, "And I should be the one apologizing. I always bring down everyone's Christmas spirit like the Grinch I am. That's not right of me and I'm sorry."
Finally when she meets his blue eyes, he notices the tears in her eyes.
Anthony abandons the cart, right in the middle of the Target isle and walks closer to her.
He brings his hands up to her face slowly and uses his thumbs to wipe away the fallen tears.
"It's okay." He whispers and brings her in for a tight hug with his hand on the back of her head, keeping her close.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so emotional." She hiccups.
"Y/N, I promise it's okay. You have every right to get emotional." Anthony says as he releases his grip on her. "Let me show you that Christmas can be the most wonderful time of the year." He offers.
Y/N takes a second to think and then nods, with a growing smile on her face.
"Okay."
There'll be scary ghost stories And tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago
Anthony had been planning for a few days. Not for his party, but planning on how to get Y/N in the Christmas spirit.
He really wanted to take her to the tree farm but after what he was told, he wasn't sure if that was a good idea, so he settled on taking her to the Christmas Festival.
Y/N had just gotten off of work when her phone started to ring.
She pulled her phone out and smiled at the screen. It was a picture of Anthony and herself at a charity event that the team put on for childhood cancer. He was sitting in a huge chair that they had for photos and for the kids to sit in, and Y/N was sitting in his lap with a huge smile on her face. Her smile mirrored Anthony's as they looked at each other. He was also leaning into her hand that she'd placed on his cheek.
That was a great night.
It was also the night that she finally realized she felt more for Anthony than just friendship.
"Hey Beau!"
"Hi pretty girl! What are you doing walking home in the snow? It's way too cold for that." Anthony scolds.
"How do you know I'm walking home?" She stops walking and looks around.
"I came to get you!" A door shuts behind her and she turns to see Anthony now standing outside of his car that she hadn't noticed before.
She speeds over to him and wraps her arms around his torso.
"You didn't have to do that Beau."
"Well I'm taking you to the Christmas Festival. So I'm going to take you home and hang out while you take a nap and get cleaned up so we can go." Anthony says. He let's go of her and leads her into his car.
"I don't have to sleep Beau, we can go after I shower and change if you want?" She says as she sits down in the car.
"Y/N/N you just got off of a twenty-four hour shift, you're going to sleep at least a little bit." He argues, " Also, Barzy and Natalie are going with us, I already told them we would go this evening so we can see the lights." Anthony replies before shutting her door.
He rounds the front of the car and Y/N sighs.
"We can go get dinner together, it will be fun." He assures.
"I'm sure it will." Y/N yawns.
Anthony looks over at her with a smirk, "See, you're tired."
"Yeah, yeah. Take me home Beauvillier."
"Yes ma'am."
It's the most wonderful time of the year There'll be much mistletoeing And hearts will be glowing When loved ones are near
"Beau, look at the little snowman guy!" Y/N exclaims as she walks over to the booth selling decorations.
It's a snowman with a scrub cap and a stethoscope painted on it. It's right up her alley.
"That's cute. Do you want to get it?" He asks and picks it up.
"Yeah, how much-..." She trails off as Anthony takes it over to get in line to pay.
"Anthony, I can pay for it myself."
"Pick out whatever you want." He says, ignoring her.
"Anthony-..."
"Seriously babe, it's my treat." And as if he didn't realize what he'd said, just goes back to standing in line.
§§§
The group had spent the rest of the night going around to booths, getting junk food, listening to carolers, watching the lighting of the christmas tree and ended up getting dinner at the end.
The whole time Y/N kept thinking about how easily the pet name slipped out of Anthony's mouth.
Could he really feel the same way about her?
Natalie had picked up on Y/N's behavior. She wasn't being quiet or anything, just acting a little weird. She never acts weird around Tito.
So, at dinner Y/N went to go to the bathroom and Natalie followed, leaving the boys behind.
"Hey, is everything alright?" Natalie asks.
"Yeah." Y/N sighs, "Beau called me "babe" and I don't know if I am overreacting and thinking that he might feel the same way for me or if it was just like a friend type "babe"." She rants.
The whole time Natalie was smiling like an idiot.
"Oh Y/N. You really haven't noticed have you?"
"Noticed what?" Y/N asks.
"Anthony Beauvillier is in love with you sweetheart. It's so obvious." Natalie places her hand on Y/N's arm. "You just haven't noticed because you've been protecting yourself for so long."
"You really think so?"
"I know so. Talk to him later, just the two of you." Natalie suggests.
Y/N nods and they make their way back out to their table.
When the girls round the corner Anthony's eyes instantly land on Y/N and his mood visibly brightens.
"Yeah, look at that. Just seeing you made him happier." Natalie chuckles.
It's the most wonderful time of the year
After dinner, Anthony drove Y/N back to her place and she was so nervous she was twitching in her seat.
She really wanted to talk to him about her feelings but she wasn't sure how to bring it up.
She had a really good time tonight, so his plan is working, and it's making her want to be with him even more.
Y/N looked over at Anthony and watched him for a second. She could tell he was happy, he had a small smile resting on his face as he quietly sung along with the christmas song on the radio.
She finally decides to go for it. Rip the band aid off.
"Beau?"
"Yeah?"
"I wanted fo talk to you about-..."
RING
Of course her phone starts to ring right now, and it's the hospital so she can't ignore it.
"Shit, I'm sorry." She apologizes before answering.
"This is Y/N."
Anthony watches as Y/N speaks to the person on the other end of the phone.
He wants to tell her how he feels, but he's so afraid to do something wrong and scare her off, so he stays quiet.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a hour." Y/N hangs up and sighs.
She looks back over at Anthony and frowns.
"I'm sorry Beau. The on call N.P. didn't show up and nobody can get ahold of him so I have to go in and cover, so we can't do movie night."
"It's okay Y/N. We can do it another night. Do you want me to drop you off?"
"No its okay, I don't want to make you go out of your way again." She replies.
"I like dropping you off and picking you up for work. I feel better knowing you're okay."
"Awe Beau, that's so sweet." Y/N leans over the center console and kisses his cheek. "I need to go and get my stuff from home and change, so if you really want to..."
"Yes, I really want to. And I can come pick you up when you're done, just let me know before you're ready to leave." Anthony replies.
He wants her to know he's serious, so he doesn't have a joking tone or anything.
"Okay." She nods with a smile.
§§§
Y/N got changed quickly and grabbed her work bag before heading back out to her living room where Anthony was sitting.
"Okay I'm ready to go."
Anthony stands up and walks with her over to the door. Before she can grab her coat Anthony is already holding it out for her.
Y/N smiles and puts her arms in her coat. Then Anthony turns her around to zip it up for her.
"Now you'll be all warm." He smiles and looks into her eyes.
Y/N looks into his eyes as well and then glances down to his lips.
Anthony's heart instantly started racing.
She pauses for a few seconds and then looks back up at him.
"Can I try something?" She asks quietly.
Anthony nods, "Yeah."
Y/N slowly leans in and he doesn't move.
He is desperately trying not to fuck up with this girl, so he lets her do things at her pace.
She gets closer and her hand wraps around to the back of his neck pulling him closer since he's taller than her.
Finally, he gives in and leans down to meet her lips with his.
Heat floods Anthony's body and his lips start to tingle.
He reaches down to wrap his arms around her and pick her up.
Y/N giggles as he lifts her up off the floor and guides her legs around his waist.
Anthony turns them around and pushes her up against the wall before pulling back to breathe.
"Y/N, I'm in love with you. I have been for a while and I can't continue this if you don't feel the same way."
Y/N runs her hand through his hair and kisses him again.
"I think I am in love with you too, Beau."
"Thank god." He lets out a breath before meeting her lips again. "I don't think I could be just your friend after this."
There'll be parties for hosting Marshmallows for toasting And caroling out in the snow
Anthony laughed as Y/N struggled to hang up the garland around his mantle in the living room.
"You'd think with a mantle this tall you'd have a freaking ladder in your house to be able to do anything with it." Y/N mumbles as she stretches her arm as far as it will go to reach across.
"I don't have a ladder because I am tall enough to reach everything." He replies as he walks over to her.
"So funny Beau." Y/N fake laughs.
Anthony shrugs and wraps his arms around her waist before lifting her up to the mantle.
"Oh my god! You're going to drop me!" She yells, grabbing onto the mantle and holding on.
"You're not going to fall! Just put the decorations up there."
Y/N gets the garland set the way she wants, and places the little decorative trees and stocking holders on it as well.
Finally he brings her down to the ground. Y/N lets out a breath of relief.
"See you're fine!" Anthony laughs and presses a kiss against her cheek, before walking over to the box of decorations to pull out their new stockings.
Anthony went out and bought matching ones with their first initials as soon as he dropped her off at home after her unexpected on call shift two weeks ago.
He had asked her to be his girlfriend before they even got in the car. He couldn't go on any longer without her being his.
Y/N turns and grabs hers out of his hand and places it on the hook, and he does the same with his. Then, both back up to get a good look at the area.
"I think this looks great." Y/N says with a small smile.
"I think it does too. It's the best my mantle has ever looked."
Y/N just laughs and shakes her head at him.
"Are you excited for the party tomorrow?" Anthony asks.
"Yeah, I think I actually am." She nods.
"Good..." He trails off, "So what do you think about staying here tonight? We can finish decorating and just spend the rest of the night watching movies and eating."
"I think that's a good idea, but I don't have any clothes or anything for tomorrow." Y/N says and leans into his chest.
Anthony wraps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head.
"We can run to your place here in a little bit and you can bring some of your stuff over here for when you stay." He replies.
"You planning on holding me hostage here Beauvillier?" She asks sarcastically and pulls away to finish the decorations.
"Yes ma'am. Can't have you leaving me here by myself anymore."
Y/N just laughs, but continues to finish the decorating.
"You're a man child Beau."
"But I am your man child."
There'll be scary ghost stories And tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago
"How do you think they'll take us actually being a couple?" Y/N asks.
They finally finished decorating, cooking and preparing everything else for the next evening. Now they're on the couch watching Hallmark movies.
"They won't be surprised. They've been wanting us to get together for years." Anthony replies.
"How much do you want to bet that they have a bet running on us?"
"I am one hundred percent sure they have a bet running on us, but do you want to bet on how much the bet is? I say probably two hundred." Anthony chuckles.
"I bet it's even more."
Anthony laughs and grabs the remote.
"What do you think about watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation? It's one of my favorites." He asks.
"I think that's a great idea." Y/N replies, "Do you think we could watch the grinch after?"
Anthony looks over at Y/N and smiles. He can't believe it.
It's finally working!
"Yes babe, we can watch whatever you want."
"Okay." Y/N nods, trying to hide her growing smile.
She never thought she'd want to celebrate Christmas again, but Anthony has made her see that there is still a good side.
Even if their relationship doesn't end up working out, she will be forever grateful for him helping her get her love for Christmas back.
It's the most wonderful time of the year
"Y/N/N! This place looks great!" Mat yells after he walks in the door.
"Thanks Barzy! I didn't do it all by myself though." Y/N replies as she walks into the entryway to greet Mat and Natalie.
She embraces Natalie in a hug first, then moves onto Mat.
"Looks like Tito got you into the Christmas spirit." Natalie comments.
"Yeah. I'm actually enjoying it a lot." Y/N smiles shyly.
Anthony finally comes out of the bedroom from taking a shower and walks into the living room with only his towel wrapped around him.
"Babe! Did you want me to start another load of laundry or should we wait until afterwards?" He shouts as he turns the T.V. on to play music.
After he doesn't hear a reply he starts walking to the kitchen, then he doesn't see her there either.
"Baby?!" He calls as he rounds the corner.
"Holy shit! No way!" Mat screams and slaps his girlfriend on the shoulder. "Nat, I told you! Where's my money?!"
Anthony and Y/N just stare at each other in disbelief.
"You two seriously couldn't wait another year?" Natalie asks before walking into the kitchen, with her boyfriend following.
"What the hell?" Y/N mumbles.
"So how much did we bet that they bet on us?" Anthony asks.
Y/N walks up to him and face plants into his chest. After a few seconds she bursts out into a fit of giggles, and he joins her.
"That is not the reaction I expected. I figured they'd be surprised." Y/N says.
"I told you they wouldn't be surprised, now just wait for everyone else to show up. I'm sure it will be the same."
There'll be much mistltoeing And hearts will be glowing When loved ones are near
The rest of their friends arrived for their Christmas party and things were in full swing. The couple had set up some games and they also had their annual White Elephant to do too.
Anthony and Y/N were alone in the kitchen picking up a few things while the others were out in the living room.
"So, what do you think?" Anthony asks as he puts some dishes in the sink.
"About the party?" Y/N counters. He nods, "I'm really enjoying myself. The games were really fun. The food was great. Of course I love our friends." She goes on.
"I'm glad you're having a good time. I know the holidays are rough for you, but thank you for letting me show you it's not so bad." Anthony replies.
Y/N closes the gap between the two and wraps her arms around him.
"Thank you for doing this for me. I'll always be grateful for you helping me get back into the Christmas spirit."
"You're welcome baby." He presses a kiss to the crown of her head.
Y/N pulls away slightly, so she can look at him,
"Beau, I feel safe with you. Like nothing bad will ever happen again." She whispers.
Anthony tears up and has to wipe his eye. Then he puts his hand on the back of her head and pulls her in for a deep kiss.
"I love you Y/N Y/L/N, and mark my words, you will be my future."
"I love you too Anthony Beauvillier. I always will."
It's the most wonderful time Yes the most wonderful time Oh the most wonderful time Of the year
BARZAL BABY FEVER
Mat BARZAL 😻🤠
“Oh lindy loulou” I grin sweetly at the three month old as I hold her into my arms, smothering the sweet baby in kisses, “oh ain’t you jus the cutest lil gumdrop to ever be”
I used to hate when my southern accent would shine through but I’ve grown to not mind it as much, “yes you are, yes you are!” I rock her slowly shuffling back and fourth, Noah looks at me and I know he wants his a baby back but I’m not ready to give her up just yet.
“Y/n please, Linds needs her nap” He begs quietly as I continue playing with his daughter, tickling her tummy and watching as she grins and laughs a little, “Mat tell your girlfriend to give me my baby back”
He doesn’t respond, sitting and staring as I let her suckle on my finger, “Noah, Shh” I whisper gently as I make my way back to the couch, once she starts to fuss I stand back up and keep rocking her, “she’ll nap, don’t you worry”
“Just support her head” He nervously goes to stand but I turn away from him, “y/n please”
“I have little siblings, don’t worry” I wave him off, bouncing her up so she’s got her head on my shoulder.
Mat comes over to me and stands behind me gently kissing her forehead and nose, “can I hold her”
I frown but reluctantly let him hold Lindy, even though she’s not my baby, “she smells so good” I whine out as Mat holds the small infant.
My heart swells as I watch him cradle the little girl, maybe because I’m ovulating or maybe because I saw the ring in the back of his dresser, “she’s just the sweetest lil gooseberry”
Noah nods and I watch Sarah slowly creep outside of the bedroom, “god I’m so sorry I slept through it all” she apologizes rubbing her eyes, “can I get you anythin? Water? Tea, maybe coffee” she asks
“No we’re alright, you sleep well?” I ask, patting down the couch for her to come sit
“Yeah, I needed that. If you two want to babysit”
“Yes” Mat and I say without hesitation
Noah and his wife look at eachother with an excitement and love I adore.
“Next Saturday?”
Lindy and I are laying on the couch of Mat and I’s apartment, she’s playing with the little gold shine on my earrings. Mat left for an hour to hit the gym but he promised to bring back lunch.
“Hey cuties” Mat fawns as he walks back into the apartment. Setting a bag of food down onto the island table, “when’s her nap?” He asks quietly as Lindy rests her head on my chest and sprawls out on me.
“In a few minutes, but I wanna get her sleepy before I put her down” I tell him. Mat nods slowly picking her up, whispering softly as he gently places her down in the little crib Noah lent us.
I get up and make my way to the food mat bought, “good workout?” I ask as he quickly devours a large fry and a few of my chicken nuggets.
“Ya” he whispers out, “so uh this is really out of the blue.. do you think kids are in the cards for us?”
“I think so, at least I would really.. really love to have my own baby. We can’t keep Lindy forever” I confess, “I’m sure once they’re back to a regular sleeping schedule they’ll miss her”
“With the way Noah’s blowing up my phone lately I think they already miss her”