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ilyasorokinn · 15 days ago

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not sure if you write for him, but in light of matthew poitras scoring his first and second nhl goals tonight, could you write a fluffy piece about y/n watching him score both goals from the stands and just throwing herself at him outside the locker room after the game? like straight up comes running down the hall smiling her ass off and jumps onto him like CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!! and even after he puts her down she can’t shut up about it, and she’s all giddy for him 😂 then, maybe her rambling about how proud of him she is on the drive home and he can’t stop laughing/smiling because he thinks it’s both adorable and absolutely hilarious at the same time lol

i’ve been on my matty shit since the second i laid eyes on that man (he’s SO FINE) but he’s still not very known and there’s nothinggggg on tumblr for him, so it would mean the world to have this req written!! thank you in advance! 🫶🏼✨

FIRST STAR OF THE GAME

yoooo... this was sent in a while ago, like almost a year ago lol n e ways, lets ignore that because matthew is so slaytastic (and still very underrated)! also, requests are open!

you checked your outfit one last time in the mirror, making sure everything look good, "you look so amazing, stop worrying." your friend laughed as she watched you from the bed.

you and her had decided to follow the team for the first road trip of the season. the bruins had won the first two games, so you were anxious for the last one.

"i can't help it." you sighed, tussling your hair again, "i'm just nervous." you sighed.

"i know, but regardless of what happens, we're gonna have a blast." she reminded you, getting off the bed and slipping her jacket on.

"you're right." you sighed.

"i know i am." she joked, "now, please, let's get going." she grabbed her jacket and practically pushed you out the door.

once at the arena, you grabbed a drink and some chicken tenders before making your way down to your seats, "sporting even chicken tenders just hit different." you smiled at her joke as you dipped your own chicken tender in some sauce.

the entire game, you were nervous. your body was filled with nerves as the third period started, and the score was still 0-0. you sank back in your seat when mactavish scored the first goal for the ducks.

but, things started to turn around. with a little more than 13 minutes left on the clock, you watched the puck dance around the ice before it was passed from geekie over to matthew.

he took his shot, and shot for the left side of the goal, and a roar came from the crowd. your friend beat you to it, and jumped up, sharking your shoulders as you watched matthew be embraced by his teammates.

"he did it?!" your eyesbrows shot up as you jumped up, hugging your friend, feeling tears come to your eyes. you cheered with everyone else as you watched him skate along the bench and get his high fives.

a few minutes after his first goal, you were back on your feet when matthew scored a second goal, and that time, you full-on cried, earnings a few stares from the people around you, but you couldn't care less.

the buzzer rang at the end of the game, and you sat in your seat, taking everything in. sure, you weren't at home, but this game wouldn't be one you would forget.

"...and for your first star of the night, from the boston bruins, matthew poitras!" your friend whipped out her phone, having a feeling your beloved number 51 would be the first star of the game, and managing to get your reaction.

you waited around in your seats for matthew. you barely knew your way around td, so you decided that matthew would meat you at your seats after the game.

when you saw him coming up the steps, you jumped up and practically jumped into his arms. he caught you with a chuckle, falling back a few steps, but catching himself.

"i'm so proud of you." you whispered into his ear, pulling away and holding his face in your hands, "2 goals!" you jumped.

"i know." the look on his face was one you couldn't put into words.

back at the hotel, you and matthew were in his room. you were sitting on the bed while he showered and changed.

when he came out of the bathroom, you couldn’t help but smile, “i’m so proud of you.” you beamed, pulling him in and hugging him.

“you being here means so much to me.” he kissed your head.

“i’m happy to have been by your side for this.” you nudged his side, “tonight was so awesome, your goals aside…” you continued on.

matthew watched you the entire time, watching your eyes light up as you spoke and explained every detail from the game.

“i’m glad you had so much fun.” he laughed, before letting out a yawn.

“i’m losing you, poitras.” you teased.

“no, no, keep going.” he shook his head.

you playfully rolled your eyes, but continued talking. somewhere between you talking about the guy sitting next to you chugging a beer, and a person a few rows behind you offering to take your friend out on a date, matthew fell asleep.

you looked over at him, and couldn’t help but smile when you saw him sleeping peacefully, “next time, just tell me to stop talking.” you joked, kissing his forehead.

you caressed his cheek before reaching over and turning the light off, “i’m so proud of you, matty.”

requests are open!!

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happilysmythe · 9 months ago

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❥ 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙

matt poitras.

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“i was enchanted to meet you” — taylor swift

A/N: as anonymously requested—a cutesy little fluff of matt poitras with a college student. hope you like it, nonny, and everyone else too! feel free to send in requests—they’re open!

- - -

It was a beautiful spring day—birds chirping, flowers blooming, rays beaming through the thin, white clouds—the perfect type of day to spend in a warm café, taking in the sunlight and getting some long-awaited school work done.

Matt was planning to do just that as he stood in the on-campus coffee shop, bookbag slung over his shoulder as he waited in line for a latte. It seemed as though he wasn’t the only one with that idea, as the lengthy line extended through the front, almost reaching the doors. He didn’t mind, however, as he had nothing but time to spend.

But the same couldn’t be said for the girl who nearly barreled in, turning heads as the bell atop the door she ran through rang loudly. Upon seeing the number of folks tightly packed inside as they waited to order, she let out a deep sigh of frustration. This caught Matt’s attention, and as the others turned away, he lifted his arm, hoping to catch her attention.

Oh, and that girl? That was you.

“Hey!” he shouted, waving a hand in the air and motioning you over.

You looked around for a moment. You were confused, after all—a man you didn’t know waving you down in the middle of a café? Maybe not the weirdest thing that’s happened to you, but you surely didn’t have an explanation for it. Luckily for him, you weren’t particularly shy, so you decided to head in his direction and see what all the fuss was about.

“Good to see you again,” the unfamiliar boy smiled at you. He gestured a hand, urging you to stand closer.

“I’m sorry, I—do I know you?”

“No, no,” he finally lowered his voice once the people around you had settled back in, returning to their own business. “I just—well, I saw you come in and you looked like you were in a rush so I called you over. I guess it was sort of a stretch to pretend to know you, but whatever. You can stand with me if you’d like.”

“Really, are—are you sure? You don’t have to do that. Honest. I can always find another place.”

“Please, you and I both know that there’s nothing else even close to here and from what I’ve gathered, you wouldn’t have the time to go anywhere else, anyway.” His tone was soft, genuine. He was cute, too—you wouldn’t deny that. And besides, what’s the harm in meeting someone new? Hell, maybe you’d gain a friend through it.

“Alright, then,” you smiled back. “Thank you, uh—”

“—Matt,” he interrupted, discreetly holding his hand out for you to shake.

You took it gently and subtly shook it, telling him your name with a warm smile. Thankfully, he was one of the next in line when you hopped in with him, so you were able to order within a few minutes. He allowed you to go first—he was nice like that, you’d gathered—and even stood with you while you waited.

“I’ve gotta put my stuff down,” he noted, turning to you, “and it’ll probably be a few minutes until they finish.” He scratched the back of his neck. “You wanna come sit with me until then?”

“Sure,” you smiled, deciding that there wouldn’t be any trouble in doing so. For someone who you’d only met around ten minutes prior he was being kind. It was probably just how he was wired, you guessed, but either way, it made you feel good, and you knew that you liked his company.

He managed to find an empty seat in all of the chaos. He was quick to set his things down, occupying the seat for himself, then pull out his laptop, followed by a notebook and a few pens. You took the seat across from him, silently watching as he set up the station he’d likely spend the next few hours doing whatever work he was going to do. You even attempted to guess what class it was for, but your thoughts were thwarted by the sound of your name being called.

You stood up and walked to the pick-up counter, grabbing your drink and unwrapping a straw. The ice in the plastic cup swirled around as you poked the straw through the lid. The process took enough time that Matt’s drink was placed next to you just as you were about to walk away. In a sudden act of kindness, you grabbed it for him and took it back over. He was sat fumbling around with his computer’s charger, and you figured that he was so focused he didn’t even hear his name get called.

“Hey,” you piped up. Your voice broke his trance and his head whipped up.

“Oh!” he laughed, extending his hand out and taking the latte from your hand. “I didn’t even hear my name. God, I was so focused on the,” he gasped as the power block fell off the table, “—the charger…”

“Damn,” you giggled, momentarily placing your drink down to pick up the block for him, “must be working against you today, no?”

“I guess,” he matched your tone.

“Well, as much as I’d love to stay, I really have to get going,” you picked your coffee back up, “but it was lovely to meet you. I hope I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah! Uh, yeah,” he cleared his throat, “for sure.”

“Thanks again for letting me hop in line with you. I owe you one.”

“Any time,” he smiled.

You waved gently before turning on your heel and making way for the door. “Good luck with the charger!” you looked over your shoulder and shouted. You could faintly make out his laughter through the crowd’s noise and grinned to yourself as you walked out the door, heading to class knowing that you’d arrive on time because of him.

- - -

A few days later, Matt sat at a small, round table in a study area located in the school’s hallways. Headphones tight to the sides of his head, he lightly scribbled some words into his notebook, eyes flitting back and forth between his laptop’s screen and the page on the table in front of him. He was so focused that he flinched when he noticed a body plop down in the seat across from him.

“Oh—oh jeez,” he stuttered, lifting the headset from his head and placing it next to him. “Hey,” his smile lit up the space, “what’re you doin’ here?”

“Well, Matt, I go to school here,” you joked with a laugh.

He matched your laugh—it was quite adorable, now that you could hear it—and gently shut the lid of his computer. Upon closing it, he noticed the familiar logo of the campus café plastered on a plastic cup. “What’d you get?” he gestured to the cup, tidying up the space in front of him.

“Oh, that’s not for me,” you shook your head. “It’s for you.” You pushed it toward him and his head tilted with confusion. You giggled at it, knowing that your lack of explanation was the cause. “It’s what you got the other day. I don’t know if it’s your usual, like that type of deal, but…I told you I owed you one. So here,” you pushed it even closer, “enjoy your semi-fresh latte.”

“Oh, wow,” he smiled and reached for the cup. “Thanks. You really didn’t have to do that,” he took a sip.

“Just returning the favor.”

Since you didn’t have class soon, you asked him if it was okay to keep him company while he worked. Of course, he welcomed your presence; though he had yet to voice it, he’d been harboring a little bit of a crush on the awfully pretty girl from the café. His buddies—who were mostly his teammates—had definitely heard their fair share about you, but you didn’t need to know that.

The pair of you finally got to know each other, as the short and sweet interaction you had just days ago only made time for limited-to-name introductions. You found out that he played hockey—you liked that, as you’d always been a pretty big hockey buff because of your dad’s influence on you as a kid. Better yet, he was a center and a good one at that. It didn’t often come that hockey players, especially at your university, were particularly nice guys. But you could tell that Matt was the difference—his actions when you first met spoke louder than any words could manage—and he had this way about him when he looked at you, that extended his warmth to you. You liked that a lot.

Unfortunately for you, it was Matt’s turn to bail on the conversation. He had a lecture at 10 and it was already quarter ‘til, but he had gotten so wrapped up in your presence that he didn’t even realize the time. And it was almost embarrassing to mention the lack of work he’d gotten done since you appeared.

“Hey, uh, before I go,” he shoveled his belongings into his bag, not paying much attention to their organization (he’d deal with the consequences when he got there), “can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” you replied softly, placing your phone down to give him your full attention. You wanted him to know that he had it, and something told you that he was going to need it.

“Would you, uh,” he hesitated, clearing his throat and zipping up the not-so-neat backpack, “would you want to grab a coffee sometime?”

The smile that broke out on your face was nothing short of contagious, and Matt felt a bit of weight lift off his shoulders when he saw it. Of course, you hadn’t answered yet, but your expression told him he might not have anything to worry about after all.

“You sure love your coffee,” you joked. “But yeah—I’d love to.”

A sigh of relief left his lips. “Oh, great. That’s—that’s great. Are you free,” he checked his watch to tell him the day because he was so embarrassingly flustered that he couldn’t seem to remember, “Thursday? It’s Monday now, so…that’s enough notice, right?” A pink hue laced his cheekbones as he awaited your response.

“That’s perfect,” you giggled, “and how does noon sound?”

“Works for me.”

“Then it’s settled—Thursday at noon, in the place we’re both probably thinking of?”

He nodded silently, dark brown strands of hair bouncing just slightly from the movement. You remained seated with the same warm smile as he finally stood and waved just as you had a few days prior. Turning on his heel, he began to walk away, but quickly came to a halt and looked over his shoulder.

His brows furrowed, “I never even got your—”

“—check the bottom of the cup.”

He carefully lifted the cup in the air and tilted his head to see the small pen markings, realizing that you’d scribbled your number on the bottom, accompanied by a tiny smiley face. Adoration laced his features when he looked back at you and to his surprise, you shot him a wink. The confidence that you had only made him more drawn to you, but you could say the same for his bashfulness—an even trade-off, as far as one could be concerned, so it didn’t matter all that much.

- - -

It must have been something about the atmosphere—maybe the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans, or maybe it was the way he looked in his gray sweater and tan pants, but you just couldn’t take your eyes off of Matt as he sat across from you in the café. He could say the same for you—you’d noticed that, because through most of the conversation, his eyes didn’t seem to leave you, not even once. Especially with the noises that came with being close to the machinery behind the pay counter, it was almost as if it had all become nothing but white noise to him. It was a quieter day and time to be in there, as most students were either in class or eating lunch elsewhere around this time, so you were able to quickly find a spot and just relax for once without worry.

Though it wasn’t as formal as some Italian restaurant or eatery, it felt oddly domestic—natural, even, to you—which didn’t often come with you and other guys. You didn’t need that type of setting to form a connection. It was like he was the missing puzzle piece, the one you’d given up looking for but one day showed up between the couch cushions—unexpected, but undoubtedly satisfying to come across, and even more thrilling to put to use in filling the void.

“—and that’s when I decided to just can the class all together and take it in college—wait, are you listening to me?” you tilted your head as if to inspect his near-frozen features.

He blinked out of his state, “Yes, yeah, of course. I just, uh—just got a little distracted.”

“By?”

“Well, you,” he admitted, and a blush tinted your cheeks. “But you also had a, uh,” he brought a hand to your cheek, careful not to break a boundary, and gently brushed a speck of chocolate from the corner of your mouth, “a little bit left over there.” His fingers lingered for a moment before lowering back to the table, “Was sort of thinking of how to tell you.”

You smiled, “Well, thank you, Matt.”

“Mhm,” he took the final sip of his drink, “so what were you saying about canning the class?”

And he listened intently to the rest of your story, this time being sure to give you subtle cues—head nods, one-worded responses, hums of agreement—all to let you know that he wasn’t zoned out like before. It wasn’t a lot of effort and it was likely the bare minimum, but the thought behind it was sweet, just as most of his actions were.

This time, the two of you were able to properly converse without being interrupted by impending class times and bookwork. It was nice finally getting to know him, getting a feel for his true personality—which seemed to be just as you guessed it would be. And as for him, you were the same—just as he’d assumed you to be, which was exactly what he wanted. So the two of you were thoroughly satisfied when you stood up to leave, this time together instead of separately like the other times.

“I think this went pretty well,” he pushed the door open and held it for you to walk through, “—if I do say so myself.”

“I agree,” a warm smile stretched your lips.

The sun beamed down on his and your bodies and effectively warmed up the crisp, spring air around you. It felt nice on your skin compared to the air-conditioned space inside, especially with the open-backed dress you picked for the occasion. Beauty is pain, you figured upon yanking it from your closet. He liked it, though—even said so himself when he first greeted you at the table—so none of the discomforts mattered, anyhow.

“So,” you turned to him on the sidewalk, fingers brushing against his arm, the gesture a subtle attempt to gauge his reaction to your touch. It seemed to be positive when you noticed the glint in his eye, so you allowed your hand to linger in its spot. “I have a crush on this really cute guy I met about a week ago. Do you think I should make a move?”

He laughed, “If he offered to take you on a real date—you know, to a nice restaurant or something—would you say yes?”

“Hm,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “depends.”

“On?”

“If he really likes me enough to do that,” you replied matter-of-factly, face having grown awfully close to his.

Soft hands met on the small of your back, “He definitely does.”

“Well, then,” you whispered, “I guess I’d accept.”

“Alright, then yes,” he leaned down and kissed you with a gentleness that made your heart flutter and a warmth that brought butterflies to your stomach—the good kind, of course. An open-mouthed smile met your gaze when your eyes re-opened, accompanied by the familiar look of rosy cheeks.

He finished softly, “I think you should make a move.”

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