NHL Imagines

You're Cute When You're Angry (Mat Barzal x Reader)

"You know how much effort I put into them!" You shouted at Mat.

Mat sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I think you're making too big a deal of this."

You turned on your heel to face your boyfriend and brought your hand up and pointed your finger at him. "No, I'm not, and you don't get to have an opinion in this."

Mat raised an eyebrow at you and scoffed. "(Y/N), this is clearly ridiculous!"

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm yourself. "No, it's not. I put all the effort into them, they were mine and you knew that. You knew that. And you took them anyways without so much as asking!"

"Well forgive me for not realizing how attached you were to them." Mat said, mockingly raising his hands to you.

You rolled your eyes. "Don't mock me, Mathew."

"Kinda hard not to when we're fighting about this."

You turned around and walked over to the kitchen counter to rest against it, keeping your back to Mat. "How would you like it if I took all your hockey sticks and handed them out to people without telling you?" You said and turned around, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Mat squared his shoulders and shifted his weight on his feet. "That's different and you know it."

You shook your head. "It's not to me."

"(Y/N)—" Mat started, his voice soften this time, but you cut him off.

You started on another tangent, but your words had hit home with Mat and whatever anger he had to you had died out of him, so he just let you go. He knew you had more to say and he had fucked up, so he let you say whatever you had to say. And you had a lot to say.

And Mat listened to every word you said, but the more you said, the more he started to notice things like the crinkles at the sides of your eyes when you said something particularly mean, how you were yelling with your hands, and how your hair got all messy. Mat didn't think you realized any of those things were happening, but he noticed.

And Mat couldn't help but start smiling at how damn cute he thought it all was.

You were mad at him and he knew he fucked up, but you pacing in the kitchen angry over the littlest of things, he found so cute, precious even, and Mat couldn't help himself. Eventually he chuckled softly.

"What?" You asked him when you heard his soft chuckle.

Mat walked over to you with a smile and put his hands on your arms. "You're so cute when you're angry, I don't even remember what we're arguing about." He said softly.

You felt your own lips twitch into a small smile, but you pushed it down. The two of you were having a serious fight.

"You took the cookies I made and handed them out to the team." You whispered to him.

Mat nodded his head. "And I'm sorry. How about I make it up to you and we can make another batch of cookies together right now?"

You nodded your head. "I guess that would be okay."