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ivyglow · 4 years

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You don’t go out there kissing everyone - Mat Barzal NYI

Author notes: So, I got a lot of Mathew requests and some of them were very alike, so I decided to mix some. In this piece we have three prompts which are:

99. “it’s just a kiss”; 35. “I don’t want to be just friends with benefits anymore.” and 11. “we’re not just friends, and you know it” I hope you guys like it! Feedback is always appreciated.

Word count: 3.196

Also, IMPORTANT: It’s not proofread aaaand I wanted to know if someone wants to do it (before I post on here) with almost every piece I write. Sorry for the confusing talk, I’m at the airport rn but I wanted to post it fast since it’s been a while I got the ask.

Things started months ago when y/n went on a horrible date and Mat wasn’t in the vibe for dating someone neither having random hookups on the weekends, so he suggested to try put some benefits in their friendship, at first it was a good idea since there was this tension between both of them but as time pass by things got a little out of planning.

It wouldn’t be a real friendship with benefits if one of them -or both- fall in love, huh?!

First, the kisses started to linger longer than usual, then they happened in moments other than sex like when y/n arrived at his house to shit talk about anything or when they were alone together and one of then needed to go. Then affection started to grow, but y/n kept telling herself that it was the kind of thing they used to do before, therefore Mat bringing her coffee at college or sending texts to remind of drink water and lunchtime wasn’t news.

The clock hits 8am when y/n’s cell phone starts ringing and bringing the noise to all the room. She curses before reaching for the bedside table and turning it off. The bedroom was in a perfect scenario for sleeping all day long, blinds were closed, the air was cool and she was completely naked - covered only by the comforter -.

“pssst, wake up” she hears the whisper, smells the lotion and feels the hands in her hair.

“Too early”

“Honey, it’s already 8:30, the guys are arriving soon”

And suddenly her eyes were wide open.

Shit! She didn’t mean to stay the night when she got into his condo after a hell of a class. Eventually, they slept together the whole night, but not always, especially when they have breakfast with their group of friends. Mat seemed to sense her nervousness and kissed the top of her head sentencing “You were too tired last night, I choose not to wake you up.”

“Matyyyy” she whined closing her eyes again and sinking further in the bed. He chuckles. “I gotta go home to clean clothes an-” “There are enough options in my closet” he explains finally letting his weight falls into her, but with caution, so she doesn’t get hurt.

“You’re wet!!!!” y/n cursed one more time once she felt the drops of water hit her face and collarbone.

“Just got out of the shower” Mat states simply. She rolls her eyes playfully and let a kiss into his chin.

“Smells good” she whispers “and you shaved…”

He nods smiling. “I saw you were getting some scratches in the inner tight, so It was no big deal for me to solve this”

Scratches…

Inner tig-

Her thoughts are interrupted once she understands what he meant. The pitch of her stomach gaining the well-known feeling. Mat loved to go down on y/n so once he noticed that the growing beard was a little inconvenient to her sensitive area he didn’t think twice before shaving it off.

“I gotta go home to clean clothes before everyone arrives.” she changes the subject after the silence, actually, the silence wasn’t something uncomfortable between them.

“I told you there are enough options here” he repeats himself and she reaches for his neck, lacing her arms around it.

“How come?”

“You always forget something, so I usually just wash and put it with my clothes”

Y/n stays silent, she knew she left a pair or two of panties since the last time they ended up ripping the one she was wearing, but she didn’t think Mat was so careful and kept everything clean.

It was kind of overwhelming, to be honest, she already had a toothbrush and some books at his place, but clothes in general? Space in his closet? That was...scary.

It meant something and she knew it.

“Babe, you have to get up” Mat pokes her side.

“Honey”, “babe”...the nicknames, the soft kisses, the attention, the cuddles while sleeping at night...how they let things got this far?! This was far from the established line, wasn’t it?!

Y/n gives no response, just trying to sink more in the cushions, Mat chuckles and stands up, pushing the comforter off.

“Barzal, I’m naked!!!!” she grumbles covering her chest with one arm. “and it’s cold”

“First, I see you naked always and second, it’s not cold. C’mon, go take a bath, y/n” he pleads and she puffs finally getting up and heading to the bathroom.

She takes her time while washing her hair, brushing her teeth and choosing between a lot of clothes that -as Mat said- were at his closet. When she was finally dressed and combing her hair the doorbell rings. The voice of Tito, Joe, Emma, and Ed is heard from the bedroom and y/n takes a final look at the mirror before heading downstairs to her friends.

Joe is the first one to notice her and then Emma who’s sitting in the couch in front of the stairs, she gives y/n a well-known look, even tho y/n never talked about her ‘relationship’ with Mathew, Emma seemed to sense -but never enough to prove her point, so things usually consisted in Emma saying that she liked him and y/n denying every word.

“Good morning, Y/n” Tito compliments heh with a strong hug. “You got here early?”

“Yeah, it’s been ten minutes or so…”

“I see your hair still wet” Emma whispers while planting a kiss in her friend’s cheek.

“I came right after a bath, so yeah”.

“Mhm, sure, gonna pretend I believe you” the blonde girl jokes and y/n rolls her eyes playfully.

Ed and Joe are the next ones, Joe lingering a little bit longer in the hug and adding a small kiss in y/n’s cheek. “You look good today” he smiles before letting her body finally go. That, however, didn’t pass unnoticed by Mat.

“So, what you guys brought to breakfast??” Barzal asks while walking to the kitchen, followed by the others.

“I brought the watermelon juice, y/n’s favorite” Joe states while walking right behind his friends.

Mathew discreetly rolls his eyes and y/n is fast to see, shooting him a small giggle.

Everyone putting their designed plates in the table minutes before the loud voice and laughers start along with mouths full of food and eventually some choking and more laughs.

The group of friends left Mathew’s house around lunchtime, but they would meet at some Tito’s friend party in the evening, which probably was the main reason why y/n went home...or maybe she needed some alone time to put straight her thoughts. Barzal drove her home and they said their goodbyes with a small wave, something seemed off and both could feel it, the tension almost touchable. Happens that during all morning Joe kept flirting with y/n in a way he never did before, which was funny to all of their friends who were seeing all of that as one of Joe’s typical class-clown behavior. He was a funny guy, but Barzal was sure at that moment he was not kidding, he meant it and the way his eyes were trailing her body made his blood boil.

But what Mathew could do?

Nothing!

They were not dating, he couldn’t simply demand him to shut up, not when y/n didn’t look at him pleading help with her eyes or showed some kind of discomfort, she was apparently seeing all the situation as comic.

He wanted to feel comfortable with someone praising y/n cause Mat was sure she deserved all, but he was afraid. And not from the praise or guys at all, he was afraid of her falling for someone else, seeing the possibility of the same relationship with someone that wasn’t him.

Hell, he wanted to show her off to the whole world and praise her in every way possible.

In the monarchy times, she surely would be his queen almighty. And him...he would be just a fool in love.

In love.

These words were his only company all day long while his mind raced with thoughts about what the hell was happening until he felt tired enough to fall asleep.

Mat woke up with the call from Tito asking if he would make it in time and he was confused once the sleep made him forget about the party. Mathew raced for the bathroom, taking a batch, changing and finally leaving thirty minutes later for the party.

Bruno Mars was blasting through the speakers of the club while the group of friends talking in a discreet corner. Y/n standing beside Emma with her drink in hands a small smile displaying on her face. Her waist was moving slightly and as much as she wanted to feel the music and delightfully dance something was missing…

Almost forty minutes later his perfume is close, her stomach does some flips and finally, the voice is heard.

“I fell asleep, sorry guys” he states while going to compliment everyone in the friends' circle.

Tito is fast to start chatting and so the night goes with a lot of talks, dance, music, laugh, and glances. When the club started to get full and they wanted to keep the conversation and subjects between their group Emma suggested to go to Ed’s house that was close from there.

They did as suggested and when everyone was getting comfortable in the living room Joe started “we should play truth or dare”.

“Don’t we have something better to do” it’s Ed’s turn to speak and he glances at his friend with a curious and sarcastic face.

“C’mon, it will be fun! We gonna talk shit anyway…” Emma jokes and y/n chuckles, her friend was always open for adventures and since it was only their group she felt safe to be who she was and to do all the things she wants as well.

“You see, Em’s by my side?!” showing his tongue Joe disappears into the house getting back some minutes later with a bottle.

All the five already sitting in a circle in the middle of the room. Emma is by y/n’s right and by her left is empty and then Tito talking with Ed and Barzal. Joe takes the opportunity and sits by her side which doesn’t go unnoticed by Mathew one more time, but whatever, they were all friends, it was normal to eulogize and give attention and take care and...right?!

Because of her excitement, Emma is the first to start throwing the bottle that lands with the bottleneck pointing to Edward.

“Truth or dare, Ed?”

“Truth” he exhales.

“Ok...were you in love with our physic teacher in college?” she’s straight into the point and Joe laughs seeing his friend become bright red and then pale.

“Oh, c’mon Ems, we don’t even have this class anymore!!”

“You said the truth” Tito chuckles standing for his friend. “Let’s go, man, answer fast.”

Ed grumbles before giving their friend a positive answer that made all of them cheer and laugh.

When Ed spins the bottle and it lands for y/n she arches her brows.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare” she rolls her eyes and takes a sip from her drink. He would probably send her to ring the doorbell of the neighbor or walk barefoot in the sidewalk, or so y/n thought.

“Kiss Joe”

“What?” Tito chuckles not believing in Ed’s command.

“You gotta be kidding me” y/n curls her lips into a funny way.

“Am not. I dare you to kiss Joe”

She rolls her eyes that land into a pair of honey already staring. His eyes were dark and he had this stressed face that he does when some player hits him in the ice. Mathew wasn’t happy with that little game not even a little.

She waited to see if he was going to say something, but as nothing left his lips she used hers to kiss the boy by her side. Joe's hand’s found her cheek and he was looking for some kind of dominance in the kiss, trying to get her close every second so so different from Barzal kisses, she remembered. Mat always holds her close, wait for some sign of consent and usually tangles his long fingers into her curly hair.

Emma does this surprise noise when Joe and y/n break the kiss and Mat looks a little disappointed.

“I’m gonna grab some air,” the number 13 of the nyi says before leaving the room. Y/n was fast to notice the change in his tone, he was mad.

Emma glances at her and she stays still, not really being able to understand everything including the mood swing from Mathew. “Your turn to spin the bottle” Ed mumbles noticing that his dare wasn’t one of the best ideas.

“I...I gotta talk to Mat” she stands.

“You should wait h-” Emma was not able to stop y/n from standing up neither changing her mind. She knew her best friend and she knew that once y/n decided to do something it was pretty hard to convince her otherwise.

“You’re thinking what I’m thinking, right?” Tito’s voice is the last thing y/n could hear before leaving the room.

Mat was leaning in the wall, the empty corridor not doing much to hide her presence even with the constant beep of the elevator.

“What the hell was that?!” She was starting to get angry, but with the fact that he acts like something was happening, he left evidence to their friends when they had made it clear that thein fling could never ever be known. It would make the friendship a little complicated. “What?” “Don’t act like you have no idea about what I’m talking about. That scene in the living room in front of our friends...it was so...childish!”

“C’mon, I’m not gonna stand here to hear you say that shit” he answers.

“We’re friends, Mat, that was not the attitude of a friend and you know it! Emma is always talking about us and I know Tito is all about jokes with you too.”

“We’re what?”

“Friends, Mathew!”

“We’re not just friends, and you know it!” he speaks almost softly.

Y/n freezes in her spot, the elevator still not there, but Mat wished it was for some seconds. It was not easy to start a relationship discussion in the middle of their friend’s apartment corridor.

Knowing y/n like he knew, Barzal expected her to say some shit about his statement, some sass comment or even a roll of eyes, however, just like she had nothing against it she said: “Ok, but it’s just a kiss…”

“You don’t go out there kissing everyone!”

“Don’t you?!” she furrows her brows.

“Gosh, what image do you have of me? I’m your friend…”

“But if I recall we both agreed with the not serious status, and the main reason is our friendship.” She bites her lips and starts to tap her bare feet in the ground.

“See, that's the thing!” he sighs. “Mat, stop talking to me like I’m able to fucking read your mind!! You have to tell me stuffs, we should take like we usually d-”

“I don’t wanna be just friends with benefits anymore”

She goes silent and the elevator finally arrives. It’s like her mind still racing and processing what he just said. He was jealous. He confessed he didn’t want to do that anymore. But what did that means? Mat want them to be over or does he wants to start something serious?!

Before she was able to speak he enters the elevator, however y/n’s able to see the look of disappoint in his eyes, the eyes that she knows so well..the eyes that she woke up beside during some days of the week, the eyes that usually made her body shiver, the eyes that spoke into words that not ever she could read.

So when she finally put the things together she calls the elevator, praying for the time to be by her side. That’s what they say in the rom-com movies, that the time works perfectly when it comes to two lovers.

This time it does not take long to the elevator arrive and she hops in, barefoot, messy hair and a racing heart.

When it comes to a stop she runs looking for his car in the parking lot of the building. It’s not even open yet, he’s standing in the side of it. Hands holding the door like he was looking for some kind of strength to his body.

“Mathew!!” she tries to run faster catching his attention.

“I…” he starts but she cuts him off. “I guess I don’t wanna be just friends with benefits anymore too…” her voice was puffy, gasping for air. Mathew opens his mouth to talk once again, but she rolls her eyes speaking first again “Why couldn’t you just wait for my answer?! I’m not a professional athlete like you…”

He chuckles.

“Sorry” it’s a whisper, she knows it’s not just him making her run, it’s about no being patient, not waiting for things to calm down to talk...not telling her before. But as they said, love has its own time huh?! Or that’s what he wants to believe.

She gets closer, hands holding his shoulders.

“And now?”

“I mean...we go on a date or our nights' count as it?” he jokes and laughs softly.

“Where would you take me?” she asks, brows furrowed.

“As I already know you, I know you know where I would take you...but let me make this as a surprise” he pecks her lips.

“With how many dates we can kiss?” y/n gets closer.

“I don’t know, you tell me”

“Can we start it with the kiss first and then the date?” she jokes and lean even closer, her barefoot almost leaving the ground.

“We can start however you want”

And so they kissed, in the underground of the building, in a very unexpected night. Just like that, no complications, no need to worry. Things would find its ways for the better. Call it fate, love or simply their actions. Y/n and Mathew were ready to face it together.

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ivyglow · 4 years

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up all night | Mat Barza NYI

Author notes: So it’s my first piece here, hope you guys like it. If there are some grammar mistakes please tell me so I can fix it. Feedback always appreciated and requests are open.

Word count: 2.580 -sorry, I always get carried away-

Summary: y/n is the new and loud neighbor at the building, what can you expect from someone who listens to music like she does? Well, Mat Barzal wasn’t expecting too much until they start talking...

Opposite.

She was the opposite of everything people usually expect from a psychology student.

Y/n wasn’t even close to being a calm and centered person. In fact, she was agitated and always talking, still, she knew exactly the time to listen and pass some safe sensation to people around her, something that her friends loved.

She used to share an apartment with a British Music major but he had to go back home and so, Brianna, one of her classmates/best friend, suggested y/n move in with her and another friend. Share space with two girls would be amazing, especially since her last roomie was cool, but it’s not the same experience life with a man and with two girls between the same age.

That’s how Mathew Barzal, a professional hockey player, found himself trying to sleep while the neighbor was listening to music in a not so social volume. This was odd since he knew the two college students that lived next door (and by knew he meant he used to say “good morning” to them every time they bump at the corridor or the elevator. He didn’t even remember their names). It was a Thursday night so they probably have class in the morning, something that demands a good night of sleep in the same way that having to work as a player does.

When Mathew notice that all the pieces of music played was from Bon Jovi he was ninety percent sure that whoever we’re listening to that loud sh*t was going to listen to the whole album or the whole music career from the rock star. Convincing himself that they would not stop, he got up, put a shirt on and headed to the corridor, having to click twice the doorbell to be heard through the loud screams of You give love a bad name.

It took y/n more than expected to notice someone was at the door and when she finally did, her first action was to run and open the door. Probably it was Brianna pissed cause she lost her keys or something, she thought.

“God, calm down, I’m going!!!!” she finally opened the door.

“I’m not God” Mat answers when the door was finally pulled open.

It took y/n only three seconds to reply “I see, but you definitely look like one” and five to realize what she just said.

“Fuck, just kidding, sorry.” not the best apologize, actually Mat would laugh (if he wasn’t mad with the noise) cause it wasn’t even something to really apologize for, she was just...involuntary flirting (?).

So he took his time scanning the -apparently- funny girl in front of him. He hasn’t bumped in her in the corridor or said ‘good morning’ in the elevator if so he would remember cause she had these big eyes and the corner of her lips looked like she was always about to say something comic. Y/n seemed like some character from a rom-com movie wearing sleep shorts, a polka dots t-shirt and face mask color blue, which made Mat smile and lose focus.

“I...I’m the neighbor next door”

Yeah, but what about the noise?! his mind beats him.

“Nice to meet you, I guess?” Y/n stretches her lips forming a smile.

“You’re not from here, are you?”

“By here you mean the planet, the country or the apartment?” she jokes.

“I mean the planet since I never saw blue human beings” he tries to sound as funny as her.

“Fuck!!! I forgot about the face mask!!! I thought my cheeks were burning cause I was shy or something” and just like that y/n runs inside the house letting the door wide open while Mat stands there and Bon Jovi sings Misunderstood from her loudspeakers.

I stumbled like my words, did the best I could

I 'm hanging outside your door

I've been here before

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not as blue as I seemed to be five minutes early” and there she was joking again. This time a towel hangs around her neck while some strands of her hair are wet from the water, the rest of it in a messy bum at the top of her head.

“Still look pretty, to be honest”

“These dark cheeks are not from you flirt just so you know, they’re from the face mask” y/n points to her cheekbones and gives Mat a funny smile.

“Am I flirting with you?”

“I don’t know, you tell me” she raises her brows.

She was smart, he pursed his lips. Y/n knew exactly how to take the truth from someone.

“First you gotta turn down the music, I’ve been trying to sleep for hours…” he scratches his cheeks and old habit of his.

“Omg, sorry!” she took her phone from her back pocket and stopped the music turning to him again. “I used to share space with a music major so our apartment had these really really good soundproof walls. I guess I’m gonna take some time to get used to the fact that they’re not the same here.”

“No, no, don’t bother, it’s just...I guess my room is really close to the area where you had the music playing so it seemed extremely loud for me.” he purses his lips again, Mat didn’t want to look like these annoying neighbors who would only complain about anything, especially to the new girl in front of him.

How old was she? 20? 21 maybe? He wondered. In fact, he caught himself questioning a lot about her inside his mind, like what kind of chocolate she likes, if she was a heavy sleeper or if she would listen to something besides Bon Jovi.

“Yeah, I get that. I usually listen to loud rock music when I have a long day, it gets me calm again...don’t know about the magic these music have”

“Nice way to handle the stress, I would probably skate around the ice until I felt like the ground and my feet were the same thing.” He does not know why, but all he wanted to do was keep talking to her.

“Healthy way to handle stress, I would do the same if I knew how to skate” she states, her friends said she couldn’t even walk properly without dropping or hitting something. Clumsy.

“My friends used to say I’m a good teacher...”

“I guess I should take my own impressions then.”

They both smile at each other, the silence between them being nothing but comfortable. Y/n thought he had this kind of eyes that says a lot to you when there’s nothing left that the mouth could translate.

“I should...get back to end my assignment for my class tomorrow…” she points behind her back and he nods.

“Good luck”

“You too, in your sleep I mean”

“Thank you…” he scratches his cheeks. “I didn’t get your name.”

She stretches her hand. “Y/n. And yours?”

“Barzal, Mathew Barzal.”

“It was nice to meet you, Barzal” the shook hands.

“Good night, y/n.”

“Night, Barzal”

…

They bump into each other somedays along the week, always exchanging more than the simple ‘good morning’, usually Mat would ask how was university and she would take the whole elevator ride with her long reply full of jokes.

Next week, on a Friday night, that’s when Mathew finds himself in her door again. This time she wasn’t listening to Bon Jovi but Arctic Monkeys. So he grabbed a shirt and his car keys.

“Hey, Barzal” it was not y/n who answers the door, that was probably Bridgit if he were correct witch he was not.

“Hi...umm...Is y/n home?” maybe this time wasn’t her listening to rock out loud after a rough day, it could be any of her roommates...he felt stupid for some seconds.

“Yeah, she’s the only human being in this house to handle rock music this loud. Are we bothering you?!” Mat shakes his head no “Thank God, so let me get her for you…” the blond smiles and turns back inside the house.

The music doesn’t stop even when y/n reaches the door. Her lips curled but the smiled didn’t reach her eyes if Mathew could guess right.

“Hey, Barzal, I’m sorry, I’m going to turn down the volume...told you I would take some time to get used to the walls here.”

“No, no...I-I didn’t come to ask you to turn down the music, I was actually wondering if you wanted to walk around and talk since you told me that only listen to rock in this volume when you had a bad day.”

She pondered for a minute before grabbing her slippers and closing the door. Tonight she was wearing sweats and this groovy beige t-shirt, her hair falling around her shoulders into soft curls and a pair of glasses.

They walked to the elevator in silence and stayed this way until entering the car.

“I may not be the funniest person tonight, sorry, my day was really really long…”

“It’s okay, we can talk about it if you want to or we can just listen to loud music together...if you don’t mind the company, of course”

“I don’t” she smiles small and reaches for the seat belt.

Y/n looks for the radio this time while Mat starts driving. Mean It by Lauv starts playing and she chuckles.

“My music taste is not as sophisticated as yours, sorry” he glances her way and she shakes her head no.

“I like it, it’s okay”

“Oh, so you into pop music?”

“I’m into almost every kind of music” she states simply. “What about you?”

“I usually listen to pop and what comes next into these random Spotify playlists.”

“Can I follow your account?” she asks out of the blue and he smiles.

“Yeah, sure” Mat hands her his phone that has in the center console.

“I asked cause music says a lot about people, some aren’t too much into sharing it. I mean, I usually am very specific with my playlists so, yeah, not everyone has my username” she unlock her phone as well and opens the app.

“I never thought in that way…”

He keeps driving while the music rolls and y/n sits comfortably beside him.

“Where are we going?”

“There’s this really cool ice cream shop I like to go when I want to be alone…”

“Oh, you’re showing me your secret place” she smiles and he rolls his eyes jokingly.

It was ten more minutes until Mathew park the car and undo his seat belt.

“Sooo we’re here” he looks at her and her glasses are reflecting some of the lights from the shop in front of them.

“Looks cozy,” y/n says simply.

“Take this” he reaches for the backseat and hands her a hoodie.

She was overwhelmed with the day and Mat’s invitation sounded like a good way out so she ended up forgetting her sweatshirt.

“Thank you.”

They walked in and y/n felt a little warmer at the place, the tables in the wall, the beige and brown color giving it some calm message while the colourfull decorations like the menu or the spoon holder told people it was an ice cream shop.

“Not only look but feels cozy” he smiles at her while they stop at the freezer, Mat going straight to the bubblegum flavor something that didn’t pass unnoticed by y/n.

“I mean you got amazing flavors like chocolate, mint and even strawberry but you choose bubblegum?!” she furrows her brows and he shrugs holding back a laugh.

“Did you at least give it a chance?”

“No, thank you.” she shows him her tongue and goes to the spoon grabbing a handful of chocolate chip mint and another of peanut butter.”

“C’mon, you’ve got to be kidding me…”

“What?” she looks up at him knowing exactly what he’s talking about.

“Peanut butter?! You don’t have the right to talk about bubblegum when you eat that...I didn’t even know it was a flavor”

“Now you know” they walk past the cashier and Mats hangs the teenager a 20 dollar bill while smiling.

They sitting side by side while y/n tells him about her day and eventually eats her ice cream, they get into a discussion about which flavor was the most “normal” one and end up exchanging some spoons and laughing about how silly that was.

Mathew was able to talk about his own day too, while y/n gave him the space to speak and fell comfortable.

“If you could choose some music to play now, what would be playing?” that was a way of asking if she felt better and she knew it, so she smiles.

“Probably fallingforyou by the 1975” and she had this mysterious look in her face. Before Barzal could ask what’s the meaning of the song she’s speaking again, “what about you?”

“What do you mean, Justin Bieber?!”

“There’s actually some meaning behind your choice of song or are you just trying to ask about the meaning of mine?” she uplifts her brows and he shrugs with a little smile in the corner of his lips.

“Have you heard my song choice at least?” he shakes his head no.

They keep talking about random things until their bodies ask for some rest. The way back home was with more talk while Mat showed her some pop music he had in his favorite playlist to drive to.

Just when the car came to a stop y/n puts fallingforyou to play. Mat probably wouldn’t notice it was the song she told him about. That was the kind of music she would listen to after a moody day, she would be more relaxed and slightly happy.

He undid his seat belt turned to look at her.

“Thank you for the night”

“Anytime” he smiles “you sound more relaxed.”

“You’re sound correct” she undid her seat belt too and gives him a toothy smile.

“I think we should do this more” Mat clicks the button to call the elevator and y/n nods with her hands in the pockets of the hoodie.

As they walked in the corridor she could only think about how spending time with him was comforting and knowing about him was as fun as her dance playlist. Mathew seemed like the mix of all of her favorite tapes that she never ever gets tired of.

“So...see you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow, thank you for the talk and the ice cream.”

He leaned for a hug and she holds him by the neck breathing in his perfume. They stayed in the hug for more seconds than the socially considered normal before y/n let go, but Mat keeps the hold on her waist.

She appreciates his face this close and smiles, incapable of keeping her hands to herself and reaching for his cheekbones.

“I wanna kiss you” he states simply holding her tight against his body. “Can I kiss you?”

She smiles reaching for his neck again and pulling him into a kiss. His lips tasting like bubblegum, cold and soft against hers just like his hands were now in her waist.

“You taste like my favorite ice cream flavor” he jokes pecking her lips again and y/n holds him closer.

“You sound like my favorite song.”

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ivyglow · 4 years

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trouble, thunder, and tears - Tyson Jost CO

Author notes: Hope you guys like it. Tell me if there are some grammar mistakes so I can correct, requests are open and feedback is always appreciated!

Word count: 1.322 (I swear I tried to do it small, but I *always* get carried away).

Request/prompt: Could you write some fluff with Tyson Jost based on 14? (“I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright”)

It was a typical Tuesday late afternoon to y/n. Closing the small library she worked at, gathering her college stuff and heading home to a warm bath, some notes about her essays and eventually a call from her boyfriend who had a schedule as busy as hers. However thanks to an unexpected heavy rain that night (which y/n refuses to call Storm) the library was closed early, so it would probably be a day - or night- off if it wasn’t for the weather inducing traffic in her way home.

When y/n got home it was almost the same time, as usual, she sent a text to Tyson wanting to know if he was done with the practice that night and ate dinner in the living room with her two roommates (Katharin and Lauren). Kate was an English grad student while Lauren was into the political science field the main reason why that night they were watching the channel news.

“Ty didn’t answer my text yet...actually he didn’t even receive it” y/n stated while chewing her lasagna.

“My wi-fi isn’t working very well...odd. Yours is working?” was Kate’s turn to speak.

Lauren rolled her eyes playfully.

“Ty is probably still at the rink and we need to pay de internet bill, maybe that’s the reason why it’s not working…”

“But it’s almost eleven” “I paid the bill yesterday” y/n and Kate spoke at the same time and when Lauren was about to answer the room went bright and then dark. The TV clicking off just like the light and the heater.

“Fuck, this rain is getting worse than I thought” Kate sighs.

Without so many distractions and tired enough y/n ends up napping in her couch, woking up only to the faint sound of thunder and remains of a nightmare with her boyfriend.

Kate and Lauren are still in the living room, but talking about some book they were reading, the power was still off.

“I’m gonna try to call Ty” y/n stands up.

She did, in fact, more than ten times, and she was getting no answer from his phone, nothing on his Instagram account and his teammates’. Lauren suggested calling Gabriel since he was most likely to be with Ty if eventually, they went to celebrate something - which was impossible since the city was chaotic, actually, by the time the clock points the city was empty. Slippery road, lots of lightning strikes and most of the malls already closed-.

She tried four times before Gabe answers.

“Gabriel?! It’s y/n, sorry for the time, you’re with Tyson?”

“Hey, y/n. I’m at home, actually, we got out of practice early today...the heavy rain you know...he’s probably at home.”

“oh...what time practice was over?”

“I guess it was before eight.”

“I’ve been calling him for an hour and he doesn’t get my texts…” she sighs receiving a worried look of her two friends.

“Let me try and I’ll text you if he answers me, maybe it’s the power...I mean, some houses around went off from power because of the rain.”

“Yeah, maybe...please text me if you reach him, and send kisses to Melissa”

She hung up and takes a deep breath.

“I’m worried, guys”

It’s only twenty minutes before she got a text from Gabriel telling that Tyson didn’t answer him as well, so he suggested that maybe he was without power too or stayed long at the rink since he was the last one to shower.

“It’s past midnight...I’m going to his home, maybe he fell from the stairs or...I don’t know, maybe he is needing me. I’m gonna make his usual way home, pass in front of the Ice Center, so if his car broke or...something I’ll be able to help” she states firmly. By the tone of her voice and the way her brows were furrowed her friends knew that she was decided to do it and nobody would be able to stop her.

“But y/n the rain still falling heavily and it’s not the best decision to drive at this wheater especially almost midnight!” Lauren tried to reason.

“I’m not gonna sit here and pretend everything is okay while my boyfriend is not giving a damn sign of life!”

Kate knew it was irrelevant to try to convince her friend to wait, also she comprehends her worry and chooses to have her back.

“Ok, fine, you go, but we’re gonna keep location on so we’re able to see if everything is alright and don’t lose track of you.”

“I love you!” she smiles while running to the door only to slip her shoes and hoodie on.

Y/n started the car and the girls were right, it was almost impossible to drive without worrying with something less than a meter of distance from the car glass. It was horrible to see through the heavy drops of rain, but she kept going, stopping in front of the Ice Center only to make sure that it was already closed. Y/n completed the route to Tyson’s house in record time considering the circumstances. She ran from her car to his door and ring the bell multiple times while the silence around the streets almost swallows her.

“Y/n?!” the door open showing a smashed face Tyson Jost, the bastard was probably sleeping while the fuck*ng world was ending.

“Thank god you’re ok! I was so worried!!” she groans taking another deep breath and coughing lightly with the cold outside air. “Why didn’t you answer your damn phone, Jost?!”

Before he could say something she was hugging him close, her heartbeat a mess just like her hair and her clothes wet because of the jog from the car to his door.

“You called?!” he arches his brows. “I’m so sorry, babe. Here, let’s get inside and change those clothes or else you’re gonna be sick”

She huffs but follows him stipping and ending up in his bedroom with one of her sleep shorts and a hoodie of his, the towel hanging around her neck preventing the strands of hair from trickling in the ground.

“I went to the library to get you home because of the rain, but it was already closed and then I headed home, but there was this car accident of something in the road and it took me more than expected to get home. I was about to call when my power went off and my phone died, so I ended up sleeping, I’m so sorry, babe”

Y/n sighs shaking her head, but Tyson was able to see her eyes shed some tears.

“Hey, hey, what’s up?”

“I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright” he reaches for her body bringing his girl to his lap while rubbing her back. “I was so worried, I thought you got into a car crash or were hit by lightning!”

“You wanna talk about this nightmare?” Tyson asks softly backing up just enough to look into her eyes.

Y/n shakes her head no.

“It’s okay. It was really dangerous for you to drive here in this weather and…”

“You would’ve done the same, shut up” she rolls her eyes and he smiles at her demeanor.

“You’re right, I would”

y/n rests her head in the crock of Tyson’s neck and feels his beard trickle a little her cheeks. She was missing him so much, his scent, his voice, his hair...their busy schedules were not helping, maybe every day’s rush was part of the reason for the nightmare.

She was almost sleeping when he throws the blanket in their bodies and just when a rumble of thunder strikes she hear his voice whispering "I love you” and so y/n knew that this time no nightmare was going to happen.

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ivyglow · 4 years

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SOFTBARZAL PROMPT LIST

Just some notes as usual:

(when you send the number/s tell if it’s supposed to be angst, fluff, smut, etc.)

you can request any hockey player and I’ll answer if it’s one I’m okay writing about

I took these sentence from a lot of others prompts here in the site, editing the ones I felt like would be easier for me to write, so yeah, that’s it

I understand not only English but Spanish, Portuguese, a little bit of German and even less French, so feel free in case you want to ask for some reference in the idiom or country.

1. “what if I kissed you right now?”

2. “this is where we kiss, right?”

3. “I’ll go home, but it’s not home unless you’re there…”

4. “I miss sleeping with you”

5. “I can’t do this without you”

6. “I’ve made so many mistakes...but you’re not one of them”

7. “promise me you’ll come back...I need you to promise me”

8. “I love you and I’m terrified”

9. “this is why I fell in love with you”

10. “for some reason, I’m attracted to you”

11. “we’re not just friends, and you know it”

12. “but do you love me the same way I love you?”

13. “just say it is okay. I just need to hear you say that”

14. “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright”

15. “despite being younger, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

16. “you’re worth any fight”

17. “wait a second..are you jealous?”

18. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission”

19. “I don’t love them. I love you”

20. “you’re too damn overprotective”

21. “I just want to be alone right now”

22. “what are you doing here, it’s 3 in the morning. Get out!”

23. “you don’t need to protect me”

24. “stop looking at me like that!”

25. “I’m not the one that’s always leaving”

26. “oh my god, I don’t care!”

27. “please don’t argue with me”

28. “what more do you want?”

29. “I almost forgot you only come around when you need me”

30. “a date? An actual date? To an actual place?”

31. “it’s hard to believe you actually care about me when you’re so hell-bent on keeping this from all your friends.”

32. “It just feels really shitty, to be the secret boyfriend/girlfriend.”

33. “they didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

34. “do you regret getting involved with me?”

35. “I don’t want to be just friends with benefits anymore.”

36. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

37. “go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”

38. “jealousy isn’t cute on you.”

39. “well. Yell, scream, say something, anything.”

40. “do you think at all before you speak?”

41. “are you high or just stupid?”

42. “you’re so fucked, you know that?”

43. “we’re not going to be like them.”

44. “do it, I dare you.”

45. “quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait… are you… what?!”

46. “you have no idea what you do to me.”

47. “just marry me already.”

48. “I just want to help you relax”

49. “oh don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

50. “damn that’s hot.”

51. “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

52. “Take off your clothes.”

53. “we haven’t had sex in like a month, you’re just going to tease me like that?”

54. “quiet, they can hear us”

55. “say it again”

56. “you can stay but your clothes must go”

57. “do you like it when I touch you like that?”

58. “is that your hand on my ass?”

59. “ha! I found a weak spot on you, didn’t I?”

60. “can you/we do that again?”

61. “do you think if we met differently, we’d be friends?”

62. “quit hogging the blanket.”

63. “are you throwing rocks at my window?”

64. “I’ll go if you go.”

65. “you called for backup?”

66. “give me back my phone!”

67. “hey have you seen my- Oh.”

68. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

69. “if my parents knew what I was doing they’d kill me.”

70. “hold my hand, we have to make this look convincing!”

71. “are you sure you two aren’t married?”

72. “ask me tomorrow, maybe you’ll get a different answer”

73. “i wanna know just how to love you”

74. “what would you have said to me?”

75. “why didn’t you wear it?”

76. “is that cute or something characteristic of a psychopath”

77. “maybe i should have lied”

78. “would you want to stay for a while? just to look at the moon?”

79. “can you check my essay?”

80. “I’m not waiting for a reply back, though”

81. “just the two of us?”

82. “you’re stained with my lipstick”

83. “isn’t that dangerous?”

84. “i guess I’m not experienced in any of this”

85. “you know i can’t be found with you”

86. “could we pretend that we’re in love?”

87. “well, this is a first”

88. “i guess i was wrong about you”

89. “do you think we’re meant to be?”

90. “won’t you sit next to me?”

91. “listen, it’s for science”

92. “keep it”

93. “can you dry my hair? it looks better when you do it”

94. “would you let me?”

95. “you really didn’t realize it was me all along?”

96. “we’re lucky it’s dark outside”

97. “you know i love it when you call me that”

98. “don’t you make me wait too long”

99. “it’s just a kiss”

100. “you are such a sight”

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