#ugggh the way he puts her down on the snow and grabs her clothes

[mystery-star]

Russell Crowe as John Biebe and Mary McCormack ans Donna Biebe in Mystery, Alaska (1999)

[telltalia]

cute // 2p!canada x reader

word count: 3,878

cute // 2p!canada x female!reader

Ugggh. What a way to spend a Friday afternoon. Reading poorly-written stories online. You sighed, closing the tabs on your computer, deciding that there must be a better way to spend the rest of the day. You picked up your phone and punched in your boyfriend’s number.

Mattie, I’m bored, can I come over??? For the night maybe?? Ah, Matthieu Williams, a.ka. the sweetest gruff, lumberjack-looking boyfriend ever. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall for him. You were out of your comfort zone, alone in a bar waiting for a friend of yours to show up, sipping a glass of water, when a man sauntered over with a smirk. “Hey dollface, why’s a girl like you alone here?” He bit his lip and you sucked in a breath. Is he flirting?? Oh my god, oh my god what do I do? To your luck, here came your knight in shining- flannel? This new man yanked the other off and scolded him, and you quickly picked up that they were acquainted.

Matt, his name was Matt. That was his brother. “Your brother?” So the fuckboy and the lumberjack are related? you laughed to yourself. This was too funny. 

 It wasn't long before you started dating. You were the one to ask him out. When you finally confessed to him with all the awkwardness in your voice, pouring your heart and soul into the words “I really really like you and I want to try dating you”, he could only respond with:

“Why?” 

“Why what?”

“Why do you like me? I’m not an affectionate guy. I'm not even really loveable for that matter.” It hurt for you to hear that. Really hurt. This man, when alone with you, was gentle and softspoken and kind and always put your needs before anyone else’s. For him to think he was anything less than amazing hurt.

“Matt. You’ve been a great friend, the best! If you don’t feel anything towards me, I’ll stop. But if you’re willing… let’s just try, okay? Please?”

He was silent for a few moments- the longest few moments of your life- and you weren’t sure whether to expect rejection or something else. He was silent, just watching with an unreadable face, eyes locked solid with your as if he was trying to decipher something about you. And after a painstakingly long pause, Matt took a breath.

“I feel something towards you, too.” 

Your phone chimed, pulling you back into reality.

Alright, see you soon. Matthieu’s simple message was enough to get you giddy. The chime rang out again, and another message popped up on the screen. Should I make you pancakes? You wasted no time in responding to that message.

Mmm yes! You’re the best! <3 A huge grin spread across your face at the thought of Matt’s fluffy pancakes and pure maple syrup. Goddamn, it was like eating clouds. Your mouth watered just at the thought. You stood, grabbed a duffle bag and quickly filled it with clothes and hygiene products for your stay overnight. Finally, you pulled on a coat over your tee-shirt, slipped on some shoes and stepped out into the chilly Canadian winter. It was late afternoon, but the sun did little to warm you. A few small flurries were falling from the trees, adding onto the snow already on the ground. The air was chilly, and you burrowed deeper into your coat as you set out on your journey to Matt’s house.

----------Real quick Matthieu’s P.O.V----------

Oh dear God. 

Oh, God.

GOD.

She’s actually coming over. To my house. Matthieu was glad Allen was gone because otherwise, he would see this blush, and he’d never let it go. God, why did he say “Yes.” to you coming over? Oh, right. Because you had him wrapped around your finger. Matthieu would do anything to make you happy, and anyway, he did want to see you tonight. Little did you know, Matthieu was thinking about you right before you had texted him. It started out with the thoughts of how small and delicate you were compared to him, how your hand felt encased in his, how your eyes lit up as much as your face did whenever he said something uncharacteristically affectionate. God, you were so cute.

Matt didn’t fall in love easily, but when he did, he fell hard. This is exactly what happened when it came to you. It didn't take much for Matthieu to fall in love with you. You were everything he found perfect in a person. Not that he would admit it, he believed you deserved so much better than him. But after only a few kind words and a gentle smile, Matthieu could feel his heart beating in his throat. He remembers seeing you for the first time and wondering why his heart was speeding up and the heat was rising to his cheeks when you spoke to him.

When he first met you, many months ago now, it was because of his brother, Allen. The red-headed man had seen you across the bar and nudged his brother, who was now watching a game on the tv above with disinterest, upset it wasn’t hockey. “Check her out, man. You gonna get her?” He looked at his brother and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“What? No. That’s creepy.”

“Huh, I thought you liked the cute ones.” taking another swig of his drink, Al smirked, putting on his game face. “Alright, then I’ll do it.” Seconds later, he was hitting on you. “Hey, dollface, how you doing?” Seeing how uncomfortable you were set something off in Matt. A strange twinge in his chest that he really didn’t like. So he was over there in a flash, pulling his brother away. You smiled at him and let out a sweet “It's fine, thank you.” At that moment, he felt the urge to protect you. There were so many creeps in this bar, and your drink is just sitting there! Anyone could slip something in if you’re not careful! So you chatted a bit as he kept a watchful eye over you. 

The three of you soon became friends, despite how different you seemed from them on the outside. 

Matthieu shook the memories away and stood from the couch to focus on his new task. To make the best pancakes he ever made- just for you, his beautiful girlfriend. Matt believes you deserve the best of everything- the best pancakes for one- but also the best boyfriend. So why did she chose me of all people?  Matt sighed and turned back to his cell phone as he waited for the pancakes to get to that lovely golden brown, looking at his home screen. The picture was of the two of you at a hockey game, your first official date. Matt had bought you a jersey and you had thrown it on over the shirt you were wearing. It was too big for you, so the sleeves were sliding off your shoulders slightly, revealing his hoodie underneath, but that just made you even cuter than you already were, You were hugging his side and smiling brightly, while Matt himself had a small glimmer of a smile as well. Matt sighed and, since nobody was around, let a smile spread across his cheeks. You really were his everything.

 ---------------------Your P.O.V-------------------

After walking to Matthieu’s house- as he didn’t live far away- you were practically numb from the cold, so you were extremely relieved when his cabin came into view through the trees. Deciding you couldn’t wait out in the cold much longer, you sprinted the last stretch, eventually landing on his doorstep, pounding on the door as if you were dying. 

“I’m coming! Jesus woman, don’t break the door down!” Mattie’s yelling was able to be heard inside the house. The door opened, and you were welcomed by a beautiful waft of heat and the delicious scent of pancakes. Standing in the doorway was Matt, dressed in a soft-looking flannel shirt and jeans, looking down at you with a slightly concerned look. He quickly waved you inside and brushed some not yet melted snow off of your head. 

“Th-thanks…” you were shivering so hard you could barely form words. You looked back at him and noticed he hadn't closed the door yet. Instead, he was staring dumbfoundedly at the set of footprints leading to his house from his “driveway”, which was mostly just a path leading from the road and through the woods to his house. Finally, he sighed and closed the door.

“Next time you make the stupid decision to walk here, dress warmly. And my god, you should at least wear long sleeves under a coat that thin.” He scolded you like a mother. “Take your stuff off and sit on the couch, I'll get you a blanket.” He mumbled softly and gave your temple a quick smooch before walking off to a room somewhere in the house. Still shivering, you slipped off your wet jacket and stepped into the living room, where a hockey game was playing on TV. Thankful for some good entertainment, you dropped your duffle bag on the floor and curled up with your head against the arm of the couch. You knew that even when Matt’s words sounded annoyed, his tone held no aggression. He was simply just concerned for you. Though both of you had already said “I love you”, despite awkwardly, he still tries to push down his feelings as if still in the “pining after each other” phase. But you decided it was totally worth it because he would become soft and vulnerable with you on cozy nights in. Turning your attention to the TV, you snuggled into the couch, trying to get as warm as possible. Soon, you scooted closer to the fireplace to achieve maximum heat. Man, Mattie has been gone for a while. 

“Mattie?” you heard the quiet shuffling of feet on a floor. 

“Hold on (Y/N).” the soft and gentle tone of his low voice had you smiling immediately. Soon Matthieu plopped down next to you and held up a soft, red flannel. “Here, there's no way you're gonna stay warm in that tee-shirt.” Mathieu was so much bigger than you that you didn't have to unbutton it, so you pulled it over your head and snuggled into Matt's side. Matt hesitated a bit and stiffened up, but then stood up awkwardly. “If you still need a blanket…” he grabbed a folded up knit blanket next to him and covered your legs and feet, before disappearing into the kitchen and returning a minute later with two plates of soft pancakes and pure maple syrup. You thanked him and grabbed your plate, devouring the fluffy delights, and moaning in bliss. You couldn't help but notice the small smile and the blush on Matt's face.

After stuffing your face for a bit longer, you set your plate on the coffee table, moaned out “Ooh, I loved them so much!” and stretched, lifting and arm over your head. In doing this, the sleeve of the flannel fell down your arm and bunched up at your elbow. You straightened it and giggled. “You know, Matt, I really like this shirt. It's so big and warm, and it smells like you.” you pulled the collar of the shirt up over your nose and breathed in his scent- all piney and smokey. The bright red on Matthieu's face could have rivaled the color of the shirt. You curled into him for the second this evening and this time, he didn't flinch at all, and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, setting his gaze onto the TV, but watching you from the corner of his eyes. You were just so cute. 

“So, umm.” Matthieu began awkwardly. “It's still light out. Do you want to do anything?” You glanced around absentmindedly, spotting a pair of skates in the corner. You've always wanted to learn to skate. More recently, even. You knew how uncomfortable Matt was when it came to lovey-dovey things, and you wanted to do something more in his comfort zone. He loved the outdoors, being in nature, didn’t he? He loved hockey, didn't he? So you were determined to learn to ice skate, just so you could do something he loved.

“Well, would you be fine with going up to that lake near here? It has to be frozen, right?” Matt followed your gaze to the ice skates and understood you.

“You wanna skate?” 

“I want to learn how. If-if you have another pair of skates that is.” 

“As much as you love hockey, you never learned to skate? you simply shrugged.

“I’d love if you would teach me.” 

“Well…” Matt thought for a moment. “I do have a pair of Al’s skates from when he was younger. I'm sure they'll fit, he has girly feet.” You laughed softly at the thought of Allen's ‘girly feet’. “Yeah, sure. We can go skating if you want to.” 

“Thank you so much, Mattie!” 

“But you need to keep that shirt on under your coat! I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let you freeze to death out there.” He stood up and took both yours and his plates to the kitchen, motioning for you to follow him. You put your coat on, which was now dry after hanging in front of the fireplace. Matthieu grabbed his skates and dug around in the closet to look for Al’s, before pulling in his boots and walking back over to you. With a soft sigh, he handed you a bundle of fabric. A scarf, hat, and gloves. All three were white, with red maple leaves and the word ‘CANADA’. “Put these on too.” 

After you were both bundled up, you stepped outside to see that it was still flurrying, and in an uncharacteristic moment, Matthieu pulled you closer to him as the two of you trudged into the woods to find the lake. You felt so safe in his tight embrace, and you never wanted him to let go. Even since you two met, he has slowly been opening up to you, and you were happy that he finally felt comfortable enough to engage in sweet little moments like these. When you too had first started dating, Matthieu had been nervous to do anything in public, not because he was ashamed to be with you, but because he didn’t want the rest of his family to know you were his girlfriend. Gazing up at the flurries falling through bare trees, the sun near setting, giving off the most perfect view, and the best man in the world holding you close. Sadly, everything must come to an end though, and as you rounded a corner the large, frozen lake came into view.

Surrounded by trees on all sides, the lake was really beautiful. It wasn’t that huge, but it was big enough to skate on. There was a fallen tree next to it, creating the perfect place to sit, and with trees all around it, it was like a secret hiding place. A little bit of the sky was visible above you, letting snowflakes fall onto your hat, and coat the frozen lake in a thin layer of frost. 

“Over here. We can put on our skates.” Matt led you to the fallen tree and you sat down on it, taking off your shoes and setting them next to you. You grabbed the skates you had carried along and pulled them on. Surprisingly, they fit well. When you reached down to tie the laces, you looked over to see Matt already done. 

“How are you done already?” 

“I play hockey all the time. I’m used to getting skates on quickly.” He looked down at you tying your laces and tsked. “You can’t just tie them normally like shoes.”

“What?”

“Well, if you tie them tighter, it’ll be easier to balance because your feet won't be able to move around inside.” you sighed kind of dramatically, and Matthieu knelt down in front of you. “Here, let me help.” He untied the laces and pulled them tighter than they were. It was sort of embarrassing to have Matt tie your skates for you, but it was a rare cute and loving moment, so you didn’t object. When he was done, Matt stood and motioned for you to do the same. “Let’s go.” You pushed yourself up and immediately wobbled a bit. How the hell do you stand on blades?! Matt laid a hand on your shoulder to steady you. “Really? You’re not even on the ice yet.”

“Well I’m sorry I’m not as experienced as you.” guided by Matt, you took a few steps to the ice, and stepped on. Instantly, and almost comically, you slipped and would have fallen if Matt didn’t catch you. You heard him chuckle. “It-it’s not funny!” 

“No, it’s… um, well, it’s cute.” he seemed so flustered when he said that and smiled softly. “You look like a fawn learning to walk.” Now it was your turn to blush.

“Aww, Matt...” He skated around to be a few feet in front of you, and you looked at him in awe. “How can you skate so easily?” 

“Told you already, I play hockey. Okay, wanna try and skate towards me?” seeing your hesitation, he continued. “It's just like walking.”

“Yeah, except when you're walking on solid ground you're not balancing on two thin blades over ice that could crack any second.” 

“Come on, chickadee, you can do this… Just balance yourself.” Matt muttered softly. The sweet and endearing encouragement and adorable nickname made you smile like an idiot and turn bright red. Slowly, you put a foot out, ready to move…one step, two steps...

And your balance gave out. 

Luckily, Matt made it to you in time to catch you, your arms wrapping around his back, and after examining you with a worried expression, he sighed. 

“God, why is this so difficult?” Matt watched you in amusement. You had a frustrated pout on your face and he felt his heart melting at the sight, and slowly he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you up into a hug.

“Okay, just… um, hold onto me while I skate. You'll get used to it eventually.” It wasn't like Matt to suggest something physical, but you weren't going to complain about that. Promptly, you gripped onto his forearm with one arm and wrapped the other around Matt’s waist, and he made sure you were ready before slowly starting to skate around the ice. A few times in the beginning you had fallen and somehow Matt managed to catch you, while still skating. After a lap around the lake, you had started to match his feet, and we're skating next to him, your grip on his arm loosening. Matt looked down at you with a gentle expression on his face. You were staring at your feet, making sure you were staying with him, yet Matt could see determination and even confidence from that smile on your face.  “Do you think you can let go now?” 

“Um…” you didn't answer, but slowly, you unwrapped your arms from around his body, but cheated a bit, continuing to hold his hand. You began wobbling a bit at the loss of extra balance, but breathed a sigh of relief when you straightened out.  “M- Matt, look at me!” He gave a rare smile at your enthusiasm let go of your hand so he could slow into stride behind you. You were still skating when he took his hand out of yours, so you were thrown out of focus and looked back at him. As soon as you looked back, you realized the bad choice you made taking your focus off of your strides and saw the worried expression on Matt's face.

“(Y/N)!” quickly, you spin your head around, just in time for your ankles to twist awkwardly beneath you and your face to hit the snowbank. 

“Ahh…!” you rolled over, pushing your face out of the snow, and glanced down at the damage. Your ankle was twisted a bit beneath you in the snow and the elbow you whacked on the ice during your fall was definitely going to have a bruise, but other than that and the throbbing in your head, you seemed okay.

“Jesus fucking Christ, (Y/N)? Are you okay?” he bent down to help you up, and as soon as you put pressure on your ankle, burning pain shot through it.

“Ow, ow, ow! Shit. Mattie that hurts. I don't think I can walk on it yet.” Lowering you to the ground once again, Matthieu took off the skate to inspect your ankle. It wasn't broken, he could tell. Just twisted, sprained. There were already marks on your skin where the skate had rubbed uncomfortably when it twisted.

"I think it's time to head back now." 

"No, no, I'm fine. I'm sure I'll feel better soon."

"Sorry chickadee, you're not going to be able to skate again tonight. You really twisted it." You sighed, giving in and explaining yourself.

"Alright. I just really wanted to spend time with you doing something you like. I know you're uncomfortable when we cuddle and do romantic things like that, so I wanted to do something more in your comfort zone. I know you love hockey so I wanted to learn to skate so we could play together sometime." Matt simply stared at you, surprised by your confession. You wanted to do things he liked? To play ice hockey with him? Your cute, harmless self against him? How cute. You went out of your way- and hurt yourself- just to do something nice for him. That's more than what I can say I did for her. I can't even properly cuddle her. God, I'm such a useless boyfriend. 

"(Y/N), I'm not totally uncomfortable when we cuddle..." Matt muttered softly, face flushed. "I'm just not used to things like that. And I promise to keep teaching yah how to skate so we can have that 1-on-1 game. Alright? But for now, I think we should get back to the cabin. You’re practically turning blue for fuck’s sake. And it’s getting late" After replacing his skates with his boots and doing the same to you, Matt bent down in front of you. “Wanna ride?” Suddenly, the child in you awoke, and you almost squealed with happiness, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. In response, Matt put his hands under your knees and pulled you flush into his back, smiling at your childish joy. "I think there's still a hockey game on, why don't we go warm up?" you smiled softly and leaned around him to kiss his cheek.

"I'd love that, Matt." the Canadian smiled at the sweet kiss. “Ooh, I see that smile!” He turned his face to the side, trying to hide from your teasing gaze, but you followed him, poking at his cheeks. “You’re so cute when you smile.” Defeated, Matt arched his head to the side as far as he could go, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss mid-smile. 

Pulling back, he noted the flustered, lovestruck smile on your red-tinged face.

“You’re pretty cute too.”