Warnings: nerf gun war, really short! (Sorry!) that’s it?!
Summary: Matt gets insecure, in order to talk about it, you detract him with a need war.
A:N- AHH IM SO GLAD SOMONE WNAYED A BOLDY BLURB!! I LOVE HIM SM!!! it’s gonna flop bc people don’t really care abt the Wilds but I enjoyed writing this!
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Recently the Wilds have been doing pretty well. Minnesota didn’t make the playoffs, but we did make lots of points over the season. Especially Matt.
“Baby?” Matt knocks on our door. I’m sitting on my rolling chair on my computer. I have work. I PR manage a company and it’s been very difficult.
I look away from my computer but I keep typing. “Yes?” I say as I flutter my lashes. “You look pretty.” Matt lets an exasperated sigh out as he falls onto our bed.
Face first he lays on our warm bed and he allows his legs to fall over the bed frame. He pools his arms out and he motioned me with his fingers to join him. I close my laptop and I take my one dangling headphone out of my right ear.
It’s been rough. Matt has been hard on himself lately. He was one of the best players on the Minnesota Wilds team, now he’s just a player everyone knows and can depend on- when he’s needed. Which i totally don’t agree, I think he’s still a very valuable player. I think he’s one of the best.
Most of the wilds are good, they all rank the same, but we have a team full of older guys, all vets. We only have two guys that are fairly new to the league, and are very skilled.
Matt, well he’s my boyfriend, I don’t get a say in this. His words- not mine. “I’m just so tired.” Matt lets out. He takes a hold of me and scoops me from my side. “I love you.” Matt states. “Wow, new information!” I sarcastically let out.
I’m in Matt’s arms as he scoots onto his side. We’re on the side of the bed and we sit like this for a good minute. “Baby, I think you’re amazing.” I inform him- again he shakes his head.
“You’ll get there baby.” I let him know I’m always on his side, and it’s true. I’ll always be here for him. “No.” Matt rubs my lower stomach.
“You can’t be too hard on yourself. Be fair.” I turn to face him. I flip over to my right shoulder and I nudge my head into his shoulders. He rests his head onto my head and he starts to lean back.
“You can’t be everything, I mean you can only do so much at a time.” I support him and I let go of his chest. “You only have so much time.” I hold him.
I get up and I stand up on our king sized bed. “Slow down buba.” Matt whines as he gets up with me.
I run to my aide of the bed. “Dream on baby.” I taunt him. I grab a pillow and a nerf gun that I hide on my nightstand. “Slow down!” Matt laughs. He runs over towards me.
I know I can’t fix the way he feels so I distract him. He doesn’t like to talk about his feelings, so I just push it away for him.
“You can’t get me!” I slide under our bed and crawl out to the door. I fall into our wall parallel to our bedroom window.
Matt jumps out of the room and he grabs his secret weapon. He has a huge nerf gun and he starts shooring at me. He soars through the room. He falls down the stairs as he jumped up. “Too bad you’re an old man!” I laugh at him as I walk over to the fridge. I open the door as he walks over to me. He hits his head and he falls to the ground.
“OUCH!” Matt looks up at me in betrayal. “Sorry!” I laugh out. I start shootings at him. “I win.” I close the fridge door and hold out a hand for him. Matt grabs me and pulls me down with him. He holds me in this strange position for five minutes.
I sit on top of him, his chest falling up and down as he catches his breath. His he’s son the ground flat against the cold wood in our kitchen. His legs up against my back. I straddle over his pelvis and I fall onto his side. I roll up from the ground and I continue to my work.
“I’m nervous.” Matt follows after me. Distracting him isn’t always the best option. It didn’t last long either. “You can’t be someone you’re not.” I tune apeund in my spinning chair. He’s referring to Jack.
Back in 2018-2019, Jack and Matt had played in the USNDTP with eachother. Jack Hughes hand picked Matty for his team. Obviously Jack is a largely k own player across the league. “Stop it.” I announced, I’m tired of hearing Matt so insecure. He shouldn’t be.
“You made the NHL! Baby you’re good enough! If you truly need help, you can ask Jack for help.” I suggest. Matt and I are leaving for Boston in a few days. “Minnesota is boring anyway, when we leave for your parents house, we can stop by in Michigan.” I get up and hold Matt in my arms. I hug him for a second as I look up. Matt kissed me.
“You’re talented, and very skilled with your tounge.” I laugh out. “Ew. Too corny.” I giggle as I dance with Matt until I hit my head on his shoulder.
“I love you more.” Matt Boldy announced as he lifted his hand to grab me and push me closer towards his torso.
