Mat Barzal Imagines

Topgolf (ft. Auston Matthews)

A/N: This was written several months before the allegations against Auston Matthews were made public.

Warnings: Language, jealousy/feelings of insecurity

Word Count: 1.4k

You were glad you accompanied Mat on his trip to Arizona to visit Auston Matthews.

Mat and Auston had known each other for years, but they became closer at the All Star Game in January. You liked Auston, too; he had a similar sense of humor to your own and never failed to make you laugh. So when Mat asked you to come with him to Arizona, you were happy to oblige. It also didn't hurt that Mat promised to take you to the Grand Canyon afterwards.

Earlier that evening, you and Mat had dinner with the Matthews family. You felt immediately at home with them. Auston's mom, Ema, was so sweet, but you also admired how she could get Auston and his sisters under control after speaking only a few words. Auston's sisters were hilarious, and you barely managed to stop laughing when they chirped their brother at the dinner table.

Now, you were at Topgolf with Mat and Auston. While you liked other sports besides hockey, especially tennis, you knew nothing about golf and had no interest in learning anything about it. You were perfectly content to stand there and watch Mat and Auston make complete fools of themselves.

"Are you ready to watch me dominate the golf course, babe?" Mat said as you were walking to the golf course, snaking his arm around your waist and kissing your earlobe.

"Jesus, Mat, you're so competitive," you said, laughing.

"I've got to show you that I'm the best," Mat replied. That comment seemed a little odd to you, but you just shoved him playfully before pulling him back to you for a kiss.

"Alright, lovebirds, I'm going first," Auston shouted, "Let's gooooo!"

You laughed as Auston ran to the booth to get some golf clubs and golf balls.

"He's hilarious," you said.

"The funniest," Mat replied. His tone was off again, but he started tickling you on either side of your waist.

"Oh my God, Mat, stop!" you squealed through peals of laughter.

"What's the magic word?" Mat said.

"Please, please!" you couldn't stop giggling, and he finally let you go, but not before kissing you again.

"Come on, you two, I need an audience!" Auston shouted, interrupting the moment.

"Coming!" you shouted back, and you and Mat walked over to the golf course.

While Auston retrieved a golf ball from the bucket, Mat pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"I have to get this on video," Mat whispered, and then he said loud enough for Auston to hear, "You're on camera, loser!"

"Who are you calling a loser?" Auston chuckled, "Because it can't be me. My golf skills are unparalleled."

"You've got to walk the walk, Matthews," Mat laughed, and then he hit the record button on his phone.

The minute Auston swung the golf club, Mat broke out into a fit of laughter. You loved Mat's laugh; it was contagious and endearing at the same time.