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misshoneyimhome · 11 months ago

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I got inspired after seeing the fashion inspo board you posted I bet he would love seeing this fit during the Sweden trip, and he can't do anything cause his family is there the Sweden trip keeps on giving https://www.instagram.com/p/CVQ-ESuBDrI/ and you wanted to reward him after working so hard.

Oh bb, that Sweden trip was the best thing that could happen to us 😉 and I just love flirty/naughty Willy, teasing you all the time, while he knows you have to keep face - but let's face it, you can be just as much of a tease 🙈🫢

[I know, this is short, and there could be so much more to it] 😏😏

Warnings; mention of sexual behaviour; naughty photos;

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I feel something so right, Doing the wrong thing | William Nylander 🖋️ (⚡️) [Intern x Willy]

"Are you looking forward to this trip?" You flashed William a sweet smile while waiting to board the plane.

"Absolutely," he replied with a friendly, warm smile.

"That’s great," was your simple response.

To onlookers, the exchange of words and smiles appeared friendly and professional, fitting for the setting among the Toronto Maple Leafs players and staff preparing for take-off. However, beneath the surface, there was an unspoken tension between you and the Swedish forwarder.

There existed a considerable level of sexual tension between you two, a hidden dynamic you both had to conceal, particularly as you were in the presence of the rest of the Toronto Maple Leafs team, players, and staff.

Well, maybe calling it 'sexual tension' was an understatement.

In reality, the two of you were sleeping together, keeping your relationship under wraps due to your role as an intern for the MLSE. Every day required maintaining a professional demeanour around each other, even though the truth remained hidden.

And today held a unique aspect, though. The team was en route to Sweden for the NHL Global Series, an event of particular significance to William, given that Stockholm held a special place in his heart as his hometown.

And additionally, his entire family would be present to watch him play - a completely surreal experience for him. Having his extended family witness an NHL game live was a momentous occasion, especially for his grandmother, who hadn't previously had the chance to travel to Toronto to see him play.

So, this event offered them the opportunity to see him live, right in his home country, which he found incredibly thrilling.

And for you, it meant accompanying the team for a little over a week. Travelling outside North America brought about a heightened level of coordination, necessitating overtime and round-the-clock work to ensure everything ran smoothly.

But despite the apparent chaos and stress, the staff team collaborated diligently, resulting in a smooth landing in the capital of Sweden. Efforts were focused on ensuring that everything was set for the players to settle in comfortably and prepare for the training sessions and the two games scheduled during their stay.

The flight proceeded without major issues, and fortunately arriving on time. The only minor trouble you encountered was dealing with William Nylander's relentless teasing.

Throughout the entire duration of the flight, he'd stealthily send messages hinting at his desire to join the mile-high club with you at the back of the plane. And while the idea excited you and the thrill of potentially getting caught added a hint of arousal, both of you were aware that it was excessively risky.

Given that your relationship was already forbidden in your professional position, engaging in such a scenario would have been reckless and overall, just stupid.

Nevertheless, despite the risks, William continued sending a slew of cheeky messages. Which naturally had you being cautious about opening them, especially in the presence of other staff members.

Willy: You're rocking that little skirt, baby... you're making it hard for me to focus 😛 You: Willy, come on! We're working here... 🙈 Willy: I can't help it... you're so close to me, looking so fucking good, and I can’t do anything - or maybe we could… 😈😏 You: No, Willy, we can't! Stop teasing Willy: You look too good, and I'm dying to touch you right now 😏❤️

He was such a fucking tease, pushing the boundaries relentlessly.

You were aware of how good you looked, though, dressed impeccably in your professional attire, including the skirt that you knew was one of William's favourites. However, maintaining composure was key; you had to keep yourself together.

Resisting temptation was crucial, especially to avoid risking more than you already did. So, deciding to ignore his advances, you settled in for some much-needed sleep to adjust to the time difference as best as possible.

Upon landing in the Scandinavian country renowned for birthing IKEA and the legendary pop band ABBA, you felt nothing but a sense of readiness to tackle the packed schedule ahead.

Though, calling it a packed schedule would be an understatement.

Your primary focus was ensuring the players were well-rested, swiftly transitioning from the airport to the hotel and then to the training rink. The media schedule, especially for the Swedish players, was more demanding than what you were accustomed to. And additionally, there were arrangements to coordinate with the event team for signing sessions and meet-and-greets with the fans.

Surprisingly, everything fell into place smoothly. Time seemed to slip away as tasks seamlessly followed one another. And soon enough, you found yourself reclining in your hotel room after a taxing day filled with constant interactions. Yet, it had been an exhilarating experience. You had never been this occupied, and every task you encountered reaffirmed why you adored your job so much.

And, of course, there was the constant presence of William.

As one of the most successful and well-known NHL players presently for the time being, his presence garnered an overwhelming amount of attention, particularly in his home country. Which meant, you were always by his side - guiding him through various media sessions, preparing for fan interactions, and, most crucially, ensuring he remained on time.

And that last part was probably the most challenging of all.

As you reviewed tomorrow's schedule before retiring for the night, a note in the calendar caught your attention: the Nylander family would be arriving.

Your initial sentiment leaned towards the sweetness of William reuniting with his family, knowing how deeply he valued and loved them.

However, a mischievous thought surfaced, a cheeky notion of a little payback for all his teasing antics.

William consistently pushed the boundaries, testing your composed professionalism, well aware that you had to maintain a serious demeanour at work. And now, an opportunity arose to playfully challenge him back, intrigued to witness how he'd handle a situation where you'd deliberately tease him while he was surrounded by his family.

In a playful manner, you decided to send him a goodnight message along with a slightly provocative photo.

You: Night babe - just something to help you sleep better and hope for sweet dreams 😏🍑

Willy: Shit, baby... you can’t do this to me... You: Why not? 😏 Willy: You're getting me all hard and you know it... You: Then you should take care of that yourself 🙌🏼 don't you think... Willy: Send me more and maybe I will 😉 You: *photo* Willy: Yes, baby, that's exactly it…

You couldn't help but smirk quietly as both of you exchanged rather personal and intimate photos, each of you pleasuring yourselves in your own space just a few rooms a part. And after both experiencing your own moments of climax, you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

Willy: Fuck, you're so fucking hot… You: Just glad I could help you unwind 😉❤️ Willy: You definitely do! But I just wish I could be there with you in person… ❤️ You: I know, I wish that too ❤️ Willy: Looks like we'll have to make up for it when we get back 😏😉 You: I guess so 😉 Now get some rest, you've got a hectic day ahead, love Willy: Yeah yeah, goodnight, babe 😉 You: Sweet dreams, darling 😘

It seemed like mere moments passed before the alarm chimed, signalling the start of a new day.

The clock displayed 5:15, prompting you to swiftly step into the shower and prepare for the day ahead. But not before capturing a quick snapshot and sending it over to the man just down the hall, followed by another showcasing your prized piece of lingerie for later.

The day unfolded into a whirlwind of activity.

Interviews, training sessions, more interviews, additional training – a relentless cycle. Credit where it's due, the lads handled it all admirably. Particularly William. It felt as if he aimed to impress, yet deep down, you recognised his innate skill. Despite his reluctance for the limelight, it always found him.

After a lengthy day spent in constant motion, William finally secured some rest before reuniting with his immediate family. Tomorrow heralded the arrival of the extended family ahead of the inaugural match against the Red Wings.

His time with the family was nothing short of heartwarming.

He'd sorely missed them, especially his sisters, unable to visit lately, and his mother, confined to video chats for the past few months. His father, however, he encountered more frequently owing to his travels to North America.

And while sitting in the restaurant, enjoying some quality time and speaking the language of his ancestors, William’s phone suddenly lit up on the table.

“Ooh, who’s y/n?” Stephanie quipped cheekily in Swedish as she noticed the notification.

“Just someone working for the team,” William casually replied, before he clicked the button on the side to turn off the screen.

“You’re not going to check it? Could be important,” his younger sister winked.

But as William knew you very well, he didn’t really dare. It could just be an innocent reminder of his schedule for the following days, but it could also be a teasing text, trying to rile him up.

“If it’s important she’d probably call,” William casually replied before taking a sip of his fizzy drink. And though he tried his best to get back into the lively conversation of his family members, you little message had intrigued him, and now his curiosity had peaked.

So no more than minutes passed before he excused himself to the restroom, and once back in the gentlemen’s room, he opened the notification.

And oh, how glad he was that he hadn’t done it in front of his sisters.

You: You did so well today baby with all the work ❤️ you deserve to be rewarded – so here’s a little something

William had to clench his jaw as he felt a little twitch in his boxers, blood quickly rushing to his member. Holding his breath, he briefly looked away, but his eyes were too captivated and came back to the screen in his hand.

“Shit…” he muttered to himself, having to adjust himself a little in his loose trousers, before exiting the restroom, in order not to rise any suspicions.

You were torturing him, right in front of his family, and you knew it. You knew all to well that he couldn’t do anything before you were both back in Toronto where you could sneak into his condo late at night.

And meanwhile in your hotel room, as you were getting ready for going to bed, a reply from William appeared on your phone.

Willy: You’re so in for it You: Oh, I’m counting on it 😉

#my asks #intern x willy #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine

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goalies · 4 years ago

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Maple: Wait so you’re telling me you lo-

Leafs: lost to a Zamboni driver yes. Let’s move on.

Maple:

Leafs: Don’t.

Maple:

#post #cherry talks #oc tag #maple tag #leafs tag #maple leafs are staying unamed for now because im a very dumb bitch <3 #an actual scenario that happened btw.#they hate each other #boomer vs zoomer: toronto edition

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for-that-cotton-candy · 6 years ago

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#pls leafs and caps #pls #washington capitals #toronto maple leafs #clinching scenarios #🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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kmarli · 6 years ago

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So best worst most interesting case scenario

How many games would the Toronto Maple Leafs have to lose and how many games would the Montreal Canadiens have to win for them to switch spots?

Please consider that the Leafs have 97 points in 78 games and the Habs have 92 points in 79 games. (As of like 10:41pm on 3/30) They’re in the same division and the Leafs have been mediocre in the last stretch.

🙃🙃🙃

Listen this is just me spitballing. Probably won’t happen but wouldn’t that be I N T E R E S T I N G ?

#not panthers #montreal canadiens #toronto maple leafs #with my team out of it i like to think up dramatic scenarios

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freddieandersen · 7 years ago

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so a dumb thing ive just put together is that it’s not unlikely that the leafs clinch a playoff spot on friday-- four ways simultaneously. scenario under the cut bc y’all who aren’t hockey fools don’t wanna see this i know

condition 1: the devils get 3 points in 2 games (tuesday and thursday). condition 2: the jackets get 2 points in 2 games (tuesday and thursday). condition 3: the flyers get 2 points in 2 games (tuesday and wednesday). condition 4: the panthers get 2 points in 2 games (wednesday and thursday). condition 5: the leafs win on wednesday against the panthers.

should all five conditions be met, the leafs would have 99 points, and:

the panthers would have 87 points with 6 games left; the devils would have 89 points with 5 games left; the jackets and flyers would both have 91 points with 4 games left.

of the panthers’, flyers’, devils’, and jackets’ remaining games, none are played against each other. thus, all four teams could theoretically win all their remaining games, leaving each with 99 potential points (matching the leafs) as well as a greater potential ROW than the leafs (were they to lose all remaining games).

thus, should the leafs do anything against the islanders besides lose in regulation, they will have 100 points, clinching a playoff spot, four ways, simultaneously.

i would die if that happened tbh bc i’m going to Be at that game and let’s be real that would be wild, like, each individual condition isn’t that unlikely, but getting all five exactly right is unlikely

#lmao why r they like this #honestly this scenario would be a really funny followup to last year where it took until literally the last game to see who wc2east would be #toronto maple leafs #dumb shit about hockey feat beckett #tree.txt

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years ago

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Bubble Wrapped - Part 1

Word Count: 2,683

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language

Notes: Ok so here is basically our introduction to the Bubble Wrapped story. I have no timeline for this thing or even if it will continue, you guys let me know. As a background, this story will be about life inside Hotel X. In case you don’t know the teams inside Hotel X are the Bruins, Capitals, Flyers, Penguins and Lightning. So here we go, Happy Reading!

You'd been shocked when Hotel X had been picked as one of the hotels for the NHL to stay at when they resumed play in Toronto. Even more so when you were asked if you would take over the management of the place over the next several weeks. "Listen (Y/N) we know we are asking a lot. You'll have to live at the hotel with all the players as the NHL is really trying to keep everyone in this little bubble."

"I understand. I've already talked to Carly about putting different measures in place when the Maple Leafs came to us before submitting their proposal." Carly was another member of the hotel staff, that served as one of their concierges. She knew the ins and outs of the city and could get tickets or dinner reservations on the drop of a dime. That was all before COVID though. Now, some restaurants were still closed and shows hadn't resumed yet. What once was a bustling city, had come to a dead stop over the last several months, though things were starting to get back to normal; well the new normal that is.

"So we heard." You hoped the blush that crept up your cheeks couldn't be seen on the zoom call as that had become their new form of communication with you. "You've dealt with the players before, we know you can handle it. Though this time it'll be completely different with five or six teams staying there." Most of the players had always been super nice to the staff, though there were a few that could be demanding at times. You prayed they'd all push their egos aside, at least while in the hotel, though somehow you doubted that. "I think you're familiar with the NHL's protocol on their reopening, but we'll email you everything once we get it. Start putting together the staff that you want. Just some core people that you'll need."

"I've got the right people in mind, don't worry."

The call went for a bit longer going over specifics. The only benefit out of the whole thing was that they were giving you the Presidential Suite to stay in. Honestly, it was the least they could do; you thought. Of course, the called ending with them saying, "Don't let us down."

As soon as it ended you called Carly making sure she was on board. "I'm just saying Car that many hockey players in the hotel; the testosterone is going to be flying around."

"So what you're telling me is you've already packed an extra-large box of condoms."

"Carly!" You shouted at your friend. "That's not what I was saying at all."

"Come on (Y/N), I know you're one of Seguin's regulars when he's in Toronto."

"I'm one of them because I can keep my mouth shut." It was true that when Tyler was in town during the summer or on a road trip the two of you always hooked up. Sort of a no strings attached relationship, though you did talk from time to time. "Besides he's not even going to be in Toronto. He's in the Edmonton bubble."

"Oh, I didn't realize." Carly despite being from Canada was not a hockey lover, though she did appreciate the men who played the sport. "Well, maybe you should call him and get the scoop. You know find out who we need to be aware of."

It wasn't a bad idea, not that you were going to ask him who to sleep with, but maybe it would help get a handle on who was going to be problematic, as there was no way you wanted to let the owners of the hotel down. You had a lot riding on this and after all, you couldn't put bitter rivals in one hotel and not expect some drama. "You're right. I am going to call him."

"Ooo good, let me know what he says and if we should get more than one box of those condoms."

You shook your head at your friend before hanging up and dialing Tyler's number. "Hey beautiful, long time no talk," Tyler said and you could almost hear the smile in his voice.

"Hey Ty, how's quarantine life going?"

"Ugh, don't get me started. I was not meant to be locked in my house without hockey for this long." Tyler wasn't meant to stay put anywhere too long, including relationships.

"Well, hockey's almost back so there's that."

"Yeah, I'm pumped about it, though I wish I was staying in Toronto instead. I know some fun that we could get up to since I have to stay in the bubble." He paused and you could clearly tell he was running different sex scenarios in his head. "I'm assuming your working at the hotel."

"Yeah, it's kind of why I called. I'm one of the ones trapped in the bubble with you guys."

Tyler groaned. "So, you called to ask me who you should hook up with? Cause babe, I'm not sure I'm willing to share you like that."

"Shut up Ty, you know we're not like that. You couldn't stay faithful to one woman if you tried." Part of the reason the two of you got along so good, was the fact that you called him out on his bullshit.

"I might if I could drag you with me everywhere." You giggled at the insinuation of being taken everywhere just so you could keep him satisfied. "You're definitely gifted with many talents (Y/N)."

"You're not so bad yourself, but we're getting away from why I called."

"You mean you didn't call to have phone sex with me," and you could hear his pout.

"No, I didn't call for that. I was just curious if you had any idea who was going to give me problems while we're in this so-called bubble. I'm trying to be preemptive here."

"Ok, but if I give you some information you at least have to promise to send me a pic of your tits." You mentally rolled your eyes at him; the boy was a horndog.

"Fine, now spill some tea."

"Spill some tea, what is this a gossip blog or something."

"You're avoiding the question Ty, and I'm putting on a sweatshirt." He groaned.

"Alright, don't get your panties in a bunch…or maybe do." It never ended with him. "I don't know a lot about some of the younger guys that are newer in the league, but my guess is they're all horny little bastards. Hell, I was when I first got in the league."

"You still are."

"Touché." He answered before continuing on. "So, like I probably don't have to mention the rivalries to you, but like Caps and Pens hate each other, the Flyers and Pens hate each other. Doesn't everyone just hate the Pens?"

"I think you either love them or hate them."

"That's true," he agreed with your statement. "The Flyers and the Caps hate each other as well and don't get me started with who hates the Bruins. Wow, who really put them all in your hotel?"

"I'd like to know that as well." It seemed like whoever did, had a warped sense of humor and you were now going to be stuck handling the mess that they'd made. "So, basically what you're saying is that it'll be an all-out brawl at times that I'll have to clean up after."

"Sorry babe, but I think it could be. On the bright side, we're supposed to stay on our own floors."

"Like that's going to happen." Maybe you should designate elevators or something because you could just see Alex Ovechkin and Claude Giroux getting in one at the same time and by the time, they got to your lobby they'd both be bloody and beaten. "Anything else I should know?"

"You seriously want me to go there?"

"I mean...if you want to." You certainly weren't going to ask but if he offered the information you'd tuck it away for later that's for sure.

He sighed heavily, "You know I hate this, but like Tom Wilson gets around that's for sure and I've heard that Travis Konecny does as well. If I'm being honest there's maybe been a girl or two that's compared us."

"Really?"

"That doesn't mean you have to be one of them, though if you are…you better tell them I'm better."

"Don't worry Ty, I'll sing your praises. I promise." Obviously, you wouldn't be doing that but it didn't hurt to stroke his ego a bit. "Anyone, to avoid?"

"Marchy!"

"Dude, he was like one of your best friends. Why would you say that?"

"Because I know him. Stay away he's trouble." The fact that you could almost see the look on his face as he was telling you was comical.

"Fine."

"Oh and stay away from Carter Hart." The name sounded familiar.

"The goalie from Philly? Why?"

"Because you'll corrupt him." You burst out laughing and Ty joined you. "He's too innocent for you."

"Dually noted, as I do not want to be known as the corruptor of innocents." You searched your mind thinking of anything else you could ask since you had him on the phone. "What about Crosby?"

"Sid?" and he just couldn't stop laughing; you could even hear him try to catch his breath.

"Why is that so funny? The man is hot Tyler, whether you want to admit it or not."

He got serious as he asked, "Who's hotter him or me?"

Thank god you weren't on FaceTime, so you could answer him without your features giving you away. "You are Ty, of course."

"I thought so, but like the guy is hockey twenty-four seven. There's no way he's going to be thinking about getting laid."

"That's disappointing."

"He's about the only one that I'd give you permission to fuck, only because I know it would be impossible for you to accomplish, even given all your talents." You could hear the mischievous tone in his voice.

"Hmmm, are you willing to bet on that?"

"What? Like bet, you'll fuck Crosby in the bubble?"

"Yeah." Did it really sound like such an unattainable accomplishment?

"What's the wager?"

"Winner flies out when this whole COVID shit is done and is the other's sex slave for twenty-four hours."

"Oh, you are on, baby. I can already see you handcuffed to my bed in some skimpy lingerie." He cackled at the thought and it fueled your resolve to win this bet.

"Don't be so sure about that."

"And how am I to know that you actually slept with him?"

Well, this would be tricky. "Well, it's not like I'm videoing it."

"No, but that gives me ideas for when I win." Maybe you should be rethinking this gamble.

"What do you want his underwear?"

"Nah, you could get that in the laundry. But I'm sure you could sneak a pic of him sleeping." God that sounded creepy but if it meant you had Ty as your slave for a day, it'd be worth it and you'd never show it to anyone else but him and even then you weren't going to send it to him, though he didn't need to know that now.

"Ok, it's a bet then."

"Too bad we can't kiss on it."

"Oh, you'll be doing more than kissing when I win, Seguin." Mentally you started packing sexy outfits to take into the bubble with you while thinking of all the things you'd have Tyler do the next time you saw him. "On that note, I better get my ass to work and make this hotel ready for these guys."

"Fine, I'll let you go as long as you promise to FaceTime me at some point during this bubble thing."

"I'm sure I'll have a night open for you at some point." You teased.

"Woman, you better."

"No worries Ty, you're still my main man; when you're in town."

"That's right baby, good luck."

"Thanks for all the info, Ty. We'll catch up soon and good luck in the playoffs."

You were just about to hang up when you heard him yell. "Don't forget my titty picture."

All you could do was shake your head and click end call, though you being a woman of your word, you snapped a quick pic and sent it off to him; to which he responded with a drool face emoji.

The next couple of weeks were a literal whirlwind as you moved into the hotel's presidential suite and got things ready. Beds were moved out so that some rooms that had two queens now had one king in them. The hotel was disinfected from top to bottom. If felt like you were wearing a hazmat suit all the time during this process. A week before the players arrived the NHL staff did, making sure everything was in order and making sure you had things set up for daily COVID testing. Of course, you had everything well in hand and organized per their instructions, though with a few tweaks that made the process more efficient. Overall, they seemed impressed with everything that you had done.

All that preparation lead up to the big day, July 26th, when the teams moved in. The league had them spread out so that no two teams were checking in at that same time. Tampa Bay was the first in as they traveled the furthest. "You look nervous. Why are you nervous?" Carly's voice came up from behind you as you saw the bus pulling in through the gates.

"There's a lot riding on this Car, and if anything goes wrong; you know it's going to be my head that rolls."

"You're going to do great; this whole thing is going to be smooth like a bubble." She started to giggle. "See what I did there…bubble." You rolled your eyes at your friend but did let out a little snort of laughter at her pun. "Well, here they come."

You straightened your jacket and smoothed down your skirt, before throwing your mask up to go meet your first arrivals. "Gentlemen, welcome to Hotel X." You tried to speak a little louder than normal hoping the mask didn't muffle your words. "We're excited to have you all here. I'm (Y/N) manager here during your stay, anything you need, feel free to call me any time of day." More of the guys filtered in while you spoke to Coach Cooper and a few of the players.

"Anytime huh?" you heard someone mumble in the background and a couple of the guys snickered. It was hard not to roll your eyes as you knew they were focusing on them with your face partially covered. Someone else said, "She can manage me anytime." That was until someone cleared their throat, effectively silencing them.

"Now if you'll follow me, let's get you all checked in." Tables lined with a welcome packet and lanyard with their ID on it, were off to the side and you were able to shuffle them through with pretty good speed, then sent them off to their rooms before they had to head to testing. Your information was inside every packet, in case you were needed at any point during their stay. It seemed like you no sooner got them in and the area disinfected then the next team, the Capitals, were pulling in, and so the day went on until all five teams were safely ensconced in the hotel. Thankfully you made it through that process without any problems, even though the Bruins flight was late and the Flyers were pulling in right as you got the last players through.

It wasn't until dinner, that you encountered your first dilemma, getting a text message from Alexis, who was coordinating the meals. It was a simple message, Get to conference room 3. NOW! As fast as your heels could take you, you headed down to where the Capitals were supposed to be having dinner if you remembered the schedule correctly. You never expected to see what you did though when you entered.

#bubble wrapped series #Pittsburgh Penguins fanfiction #Pittsburgh Penguins imagines #Pittsburgh Penguins imagine #Washington Capitals imagine #Boston Bruins imagine #Boston Bruins imagines #Washington Capitals imagines #Philadephia Flyers imagine #Philadephia Flyers imagines #Tampa Bay Lightning imagine #Tampa Bay Lightning imagines

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woah-were-halfway-there · 5 years ago

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Good Life

Just a little something based on the song by OneRepublic that follows the course of Auston’s relationship with you. ♡

Word Count: 8.2k

A/N: The first updated rewrite with Carson 🥺

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A low groan left Carson's mouth as she tried to move from where she was trapped, ending up letting out a huff of defeat because she just wasn't able to. Her boyfriend's body rippled with laughter from where he laid directly on top of her, finding humour in the way she whined and squirmed beneath him. However, he didn't let her struggle for too long because soon enough, he was mumbling sweet nothings and placing soft kisses along her exposed collarbone.

"Auston, we need to get up," Carson whispered breathlessly as his mouth came in contact with that one spot he knew drove her wild.

"Says who?" He asked while smirking against her skin, waiting for a moment before beginning to suck on the sensitive area.

Carson couldn't help the moan that left her mouth as he did this, but still, she knew she couldn't let him go too far with his antics.

"Says the entire Toronto Maple Leafs franchise."

At that, Auston paused. Staying still for a moment before slowly moving away so that he could get a good look at her, a boyish grin dancing on his lips as he did so.

Despite how hard Carson tried, she couldn't keep her eyes from roaming his naked upper body. Taking in his still wet torso from the shower he just took and how the towel he had loosely wrapped around his hips looked like it could fall right off at any second.

Carson woke up shortly after Auston and snuck into the en-suite to brush her teeth, going unnoticed as he washed up in the steam-filled shower while a Drake song played from the Bluetooth speaker. Part of her wanted to join him, but the other more logical part decided to settle on stripping down so she could wrap herself in a towel before returning to the bedroom and waiting to take her shower once he was done.

Auston was on a bit of a time crunch. He and the rest of the team were to fly out to St. Louis for a game later that night as a kickstart to an away stretch that lasted over a week. It sucked, and Carson dreaded the thought, but there wasn't much she could do. She was way too proud of him ever to let him know just how sad she was at the thought of him leaving.

However, Auston knew.

He knew Carson wasn't thrilled about him being away because he wasn't too keen on leaving her either. He wished she could just join him, but she had a life to live in Toronto whether he was there or not, and he wasn't going to make her sacrifice any of it for him regardless of how badly he wanted to just so the two of them could be close to one another.

Leaving was the most challenging part, but he knew damn well that Carson would always be there whenever he got back. That's what made it a little easier, but seeing her in nothing but a towel on their shared king-sized bed once he emerged from the washroom made the dread of going away for work that much more prominent.

"I don't want to go," he groaned and nuzzled into the crook of Carson's neck after placing a soft peck to her lips.

"Yes, you do," she chuckled and started mindlessly running her hand through his hair. "You have so much fun on the road with your team and just being out there doing what you love."

"Yeah, but I don't like when it means being away from you for a long time."

"It's just a week, Aus," she explained gently before placing a kiss on his temple. "We've been through a lot worse than this. You need to go and show the world what you're made of."

"Would be better if you were there as I did," he pouted, and Carson sighed.

"I wish I could be, but you know I'll be cheering for you as if I was there."

At that, Auston smiled. The scruff of his moustache tickled against Carson's skin slightly, causing a soft chuckle to escape her mouth before Auston sat up to look at her again. He couldn't get over how lucky he was to have found such a supportive and caring girlfriend like her. Auston's relationship with Carson contributed to some of the best years of his life thus far, and he was so thankful to have her by his side as he experienced them.

The two of them started their relationship in early 2017, some months after Carson and Auston first met on the night of his first NHL game. She was there cheering on her cousin and Auston's teammate, Mitch Marner, and after initially meeting, became friends and eventually started dating. Almost three years after they finally got together, they were still going strong, living together, and looking forward to what the future held.

"You know, I could always just fly back tonight after the game. We don't play in Vancouver until Tuesday, so I'd be away for less time."

"As much as I'd love that," Carson started while shifting so that she could get out from underneath Auston. "And believe me, I would. You're going to have a blast on this road trip with the guys, babe. You have the chance to get out of the city and do your thing before having to be out west for all of next week, so take it. Enjoy your time out of Ontario, I know I would, and I'll be here when you get back."

"I know," he replied as he rolled off of her then sat on the edge of the bed so that Carson could stand up. "Just going to miss you is all."

"And I'm going to miss you," she replied as she stood in front of him and cupped his face so that she could place another peck to his lips. "So, so much."

Auston used the position the two of them were in to his advantage as he wrapped his arms around Carson's waist and pulled her closer for a much deeper kiss.

Now, Carson wasn't one to stop a good thing once it got going. The way her hands snaked around Auston's neck and tangled themselves into his hair was a good indication of that, but she knew that he really did have to go and was the first to start pulling away.

"Nice try," she muttered against his lips before he let out a defeated sigh. "You need to get dressed, Tyson will be here soon, and then I need to get you both to the airport, so you don't miss your flight."

"Was worth a shot," he replied and playfully reached out to tug on Caron's towel as she began walking away.

"Auston!"

"Hurry, I need to spend more time with you before I leave. Please?"

"Not with that attitude. I'm going to take my time now," Carson said before sticking her tongue out at him.

He shook his head at his girlfriend before another screech left her mouth as he bolted up off the bed and rushed after her, following her inside the bathroom and making the chances of him being late much more likely.

~*~

"God, how could I be so stupid?"

"It's actually pretty entertaining if I'm honest," Steph said with a chuckle from her end of the phone. "Mitch thinks it's great."

"I think it was impulsive and idiotic," Carson pouted while leaned against the elevator wall as it took her up to the floor of her and Auston's condo.

"You were drunk. At least it's small and barely noticeable."

Carson's gaze fell to the inner part of her left wrist where the skin was irritated and now had a tiny 34 permanently inked on the once unscathed area, a sigh escaping her mouth as she took it in yet again.

It was a Sunday in late January, and the day before, Carson spent drinking wine with Steph and a few other friends for a little girls day while the boys were out of town for a game. Typically not being one to get absolutely hammered, Carson did go a little harder than intended when a few rounds of shots were bought and ended up being an absolute write-off before the game even started. Being a tad impulsive and very brave drunk, she decided she'd get a tattoo just after dinner, and no one felt like stopping her. In fact, they encouraged it.

"I know, but what if I end up extremely regretting it for some reason?" Carson asked as she glanced up to see her floor approaching.

"How so?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "What if Auston changes his jersey number?"

"I think you're being dramatic," Steph stated with another laugh.

"Ok, but what if we were to break u-."

"You can't think about it like that!" Steph cut her off immediately.

"Steph, I'd feel so much stupider than I already do."

"Well, you do not need to. That man is so head over heels in love with you, and I know that you feel the same, or else you would've never considered the tattoo in the first place. If you're that worried, just keep it hidden."

"Worst case scenario is that you're just going to inflate his ego even more," Mitch's voice blared from the background, causing Carson to laugh.

"He's got a point," Steph said while Carson shook her head just as the elevator doors opened up. "Look, if you don't want Auston to see it yet, then you don't have to show him, ok? Just do whatever makes you comfortable, although I really do think you're overthinking this."

"You're probably right," Carson groaned as she walked down the hallway and fished out her keys in the process. "I guess I'll decide once I see him."

"You're going to be fine, but please let me know how it goes if you do show him."

"Of course," she told Steph as she unlocked the door and heard shuffling around from somewhere on the other side. "I'll talk to you later."

"See ya!"

Once she was inside, Carson placed her phone back in her bag, took her shoes off and hung up her coat before creeping towards the kitchen since Auston had no idea she was home yet. Post Malone's Allergic became louder the closer Carson got, as did her boyfriend's off-key singing. When she finally reached the entryway, she peaked her head inside to see him putting away some groceries while bopping his head to the beat of the song.

He was wearing a simple grey pullover sweater, some Roots track pants, a black beanie and his glasses, looking relatively comfortable for his day off, and Carson couldn't help but just stand there and observe him for a moment. The song Enemies began playing next, and Auston went off just as hard as he did to the song prior while he finished unpacking the last bit of food he bought, causing Carson to laugh a little and for his gaze to snap towards her.

"Aus, Post's concert is still over a month away."

"Can never be too ready," Auston said with a smile before moving around the large island he stood behind to walk over and engulf her in a hug. "Missed you."

"Missed you too," Carson replied and pulled away slightly so that she could place a soft kiss on his lips. "Even though I saw you yesterday morning."

"Minor details," he winked before slithering away from Carson's grasp and back over to where he was standing before resuming his much more lowkey dancing along to the music. "Also, I missed Post the last time he was here. You were lucky enough to go without me."

"Oh, I know because you never let me live it down. Thought us spending Valentine's Day at his next concert here might be a good way to make up for that."

"It's a step in the right direction," Auston chuckled and spun around to put a carton of orange juice in the fridge. "How was your night, er-, day out with the girls yesterday?"

Carson's eyes immediately widened before she glanced down to see her tattoo wholly exposed and out in the open, not wasting a single second to pull the sleeve of her hoodie down in an attempt to keep it hidden. "Uh, great! Really fun."

"That's good. I heard you got a little wild."

"Now, who would you have heard that from?" She asked innocently as she moved around the island to help put the rest of the groceries away.

"No one in particular," he started. "But the voicemail you left saying how much you loved me but also how you may actually love our bed, even more, was a dead giveaway."

"Ah, fair enough. I really do love that bed, though."

"Believe me, I know."

The two of them laughed, and Carson shook her head at the playful smirk he looked at her with.

"You weren't here when I got home this morning. Did you stay somewhere else?"

"Yeah, I crashed on Steph and Mitch's couch. I guess I thought that'd be easier than coming home for some reason," she explained. "Not like they live very far away."

"So you're saying that Mitchy got to see you before I did?" Auston scoffed dramatically. "I'm hurt."

"You'll get over it, drama queen," Carson responded while rolling her eyes. "I'm here now, aren't I?"

"Yes, and I'm very glad."

Auston then walked towards Carson and pulled her in for another soft peck. She smiled against his lips as her arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. It wasn't very often the two of them had days off together where they could chill and not worry about having to be somewhere else. It was something Carson and Auston both cherished greatly, and finally, having a day to hang out at home together made the two of them extremely happy.

"Why don't we finish putting away these groceries, and then we can put on a movie or something?"

"Deal," he responded and moved away so he could go back to what he was doing. Carson grabbed the package of spaghetti and jars of tomato sauce that laid near him on the counter and took them over to the pantry. As she was putting the items away, Auston came up behind her with a box of cereal to reach over and put on a shelf as well, but instead of moving away like one usually would, he froze, and Carson could feel him looking down at her. "What's that?"

"What's what?" She asked as she put the last jar on the shelf before turning around to face him. However, when Carson looked at him, he was looking downwards and not trying to make eye contact with her at all.

"On your wrist. Did you get a tattoo?"

At that, Carson gulped and let her gaze fall to where Auston gently reached out to grab her wrist so he could observe it better. Her sleeve still covered most of the tattoo, but the top of it was definitely out in the open and Carson was not surprised her boyfriend would've noticed such a thing.

"I-," Carson stated, entirely ready to deny everything, but then decided there was no point in lying. "Yeah. I guess you could say that."

"Can I see it?" He asked softly, looking at her for permission before he moved the sleeve out of the way entirely. While biting down on her bottom lip nervously, Carson nodded and watched as he tugged down the piece of clothing and displayed the tiny 34 that resided there, a smile lighting upon his face as he did so.

She watched Auston as he gently ran his thumb over the sensitive skin as if making sure the ink wasn't going to run away and how his smile grew even wider when it didn't.

"I was feeling pretty impulsive last night," Carson explained. "And you were on my mind. I've thought about getting a tattoo like this before. I just never thought I'd be gutsy enough to do it… even if I was not sober when it happened. Do you like it?"

"I love it," Auston said, then looked back to her. "I think you're wild for doing it, but how could I not like it?"

"I don't know, though you might think it was stupid or something."

"Cheesy, yes," he chuckled. "But not stupid. I really do love it, Carson."

"Ok good," she smiled before Auston pulled her into his embrace.

The two of them stood there for a minute, just enjoying each other's presence before Auston started laughing and ruined the moment completely.

"What's your deal?" Carson asked, pulling away so that she could look up at him.

"Nothing," he stated while trying to contain his laughter but failing miserably. "It's just that I was thinking, what if I got a tattoo for you."

"Auston," she warned, knowing exactly where he was going with this.

"What? I think it'd be really cool. Maybe I'll go all Drake style and get your face tattooed on my thigh or something."

"Your thigh?" Carson asked offendedly, causing Auston to burst out laughing this time. "First off, you are not getting my face tattooed anywhere on your body. Second, your thigh Auston? Of all places?"

"I could probably think of a worse spot. Maybe like, right here along my collarbone..."

"That's it, I'm done with you," she said and walked out of the room, leaving him to hunch over and cry laugh all alone.

~*~

With hockey being a contact sport and Carson being the girlfriend and cousin of a player for said activity, she knew well enough about how scary it could be to know someone who has gotten hurt. She's lived through it with Auston and Mitch, having witnessed the odd game where they were hit in the wrong place a little too hard and having to wait anxiously to hear whether they were ok or not, all while not trying to lose her mind in the process.

It sucked a lot. But it was never something Auston and Mitch thought they'd have to experience when it came to Carson.

It was a home game against Washington on a rainy night at the beginning of April. Usually, when the Caps were in town, Carson would tease Auston about how she used to have a crush on Tom Wilson before she met her boyfriend, and Auston would roll his eyes. She never meant it seriously, and Auston never took it to heart either, but this particular day, they were both just very short with one another, and the teasing did not go over well.

Auston was stressed over what was to come from the upcoming game, with it being near the beginning of playoff season and the Leafs winning being crucial. Meanwhile, Carson was just exhausted. Work had been kicking her ass lately. She was working towards a Public Relations Manager position in the office she was already a PR officer for, and on top of it, she was doing freelance writing and editing on the side. It had been a wild ride when it came to her career since she graduated from UofT almost a year prior. To put it simply, Carson felt so all over the place with everything else going on that she hadn't even noticed how stressed Auston was, and he didn't notice how beat she was either.

The two of them had a bit of a tiff. Just a petty little argument that wasn't necessary, and they both felt terrible about it the moment Carson stormed away from Auston to barricade herself in their shared bedroom, making sure to slam the door for extra emphasis on her frustrations. Auston left after that and headed to the arena, but not without softly knocking on the door to tell Carson how sorry he was before departing.

With it being so close to playoffs and Carson wanting to be at every game she could, supporting the man she loved regardless of stupid fights they had every once in a while, there was no way she was going to miss that game.

Auston's parents Ema and Brian, were in town, and Carson planned to sit and cheer Auston on with them like she had so many times before. But she never made it to SBA.

While glancing up into the stands during warmups, Auston noticed that Carson wasn't there with his parents. He looked at his mom questionably, and she shook her head unknowingly. Ema didn't get a text from Carson saying she was on her way like she usually would have, and when she called to make sure everything was alright, Carson didn't pick up. There was a nagging feeling eating away at Ema as the game started, and Carson still hadn't shown up, but she tried not to think of anything negative and focused on her son.

Auston thought Carson was still mad, and that's why she didn't show up. It made sense, and although he was really bummed thinking that, he had to be there for his team and knew he would be able to talk to her as soon as the game was over if she let him.

The Leafs ended up winning, having an early lead thanks to a goal Auston scored with the assistance of John and Willy. Everyone was ecstatic, they were one step closer to gaining a playoff spot, and Toronto's atmosphere was just unreal. But something felt off.

Once the initial on-ice celebrations concluded, the team made their way to the dressing room in high spirits, but as he was leaving the ice, Auston noticed something he just couldn't prevent a horrible feeling from forming because of. He glanced up towards his family one last time to see Ema looking at her phone with watering eyes and her hand covering her mouth while showing Brian whatever it was on the screen and him looking at it with pure shock.

Auston tried not to think about it. He knew that his mother would fill him in as soon as she could, and he had no need to stress until she did, so with a quick shake of his head, he headed to the dressing room.

He was the last of the team to get there, having been distracted by watching his parents. And as soon as he walked through the door, almost everyone fell silent. They all looked to him with unreadable glances, some even refusing to look him in the eyes, and he instantly knew something terrible had happened.

"What's going on?" He asked, feeling himself growing insanely anxious as he looked at his teammates and crew, noticing not one camera was rolling trying to get a post-game comment like there usually was.

"Have you heard from Carson?" Freddie was the first to speak up, causing Auston's heart to plummet.

"I- no, not since I left to come here. Why?"

"Matts, she was in a car accident," Mitch said hesitantly, visibly upset about the news as well. "Steph was calling me as soon as we got in here, I knew it had to be an emergency, but fuck, I didn't think it was that. We don't know the details, but Carson was taken to the hospital and-."

Auston went silent, shell shocked, unable to even wrap his head around the thought of Carson getting hurt in some way. Soon enough, his feet were taking him in the direction of the door before he could even comprehend what was happening. But not without being stopped first.

"Aus, you can't drive like this," Willy stated as he blocked Auston's path.

"I need to get to her."

"We know," Mo spoke up and started guiding him over to his spot next to JT, making sure he sat down before continuing. "But you just driving off after getting something like that thrown at you is not going to help the situation. One of us will take you. You're not going alone."

"Get changed, and we can go," Mitchy told Auston, shaking his head as he still tried to process it all. "I need to go and let my family know what happened. Steph just got there. She'll let us know if she hears anything. But, it's going to be ok, it has to be."

"You don't know that, though," Auston said quietly before looking at his friend. "What if she's not ok?"

"Don't think about it like that," JT said firmly while looking between Auston and Mitch. "Just hurry up, go be there for her and trust that she'll be fine. It's all the two of you can do."

"Auston, your parents are waiting for you outside," a voice called, but Auston didn't bother to look at who said it. He just nodded and quietly got changed from his hockey gear as quickly as he could before joining his parents and Mitch for an Uber ride to the hospital.

It wasn't a long drive to Toronto General Hospital, but time couldn't seemingly have gone by any slower. Auston was anxious, and so many scenarios were running through his head as he remained silent and stared out the window.

The other three didn't know what they could say to help ease his worries because they were all feeling pretty stressed themselves. Carson's family wasn't in the city when the accident happened, and that was a call that still had to be made. Her dad and sister Mya were in Vancouver, while her brother Nate was in Montreal, so they weren't necessarily close. Auston, his parents, Mitch and Steph, were all she had at the time, and they were determined to be there for when she needed them most.

Ema explained to Auston that his sister, Breyana, had texted her and said what happened, with a link to an article she saw on Twitter. Coverage about the accident was all over the news. There were pictures of two totalled cars just down the street from the arena, videos of the police redirecting traffic, and of course, the mentioning of how Auston Matthews' girlfriend was involved in the crash, but he couldn't bear to look at any of it.

From what everyone gathered, Carson was not at fault. Seeing as the crash happened before the game even started, the police had finished their investigation and released a statement. They said how the other driver ran a red light and plowed into the passenger side of another vehicle passing through the York St. and Bremner Blvd. intersection. The police then went on to say that the driver who caused the accident was intoxicated. The man and the driver of the other vehicle had been taken to the hospital with injuries. That other driver was Carson.

When they arrived and climbed out of the Uber, no one knew what they were getting into when they walked through those hospital doors, but luckily Steph was there to soften the blow.

"I just talked to the doctor," Steph stated and stood up from her seat in the waiting room once she saw everyone walking towards her. Mitch immediately engulfed her in a tight hug, which she returned, but was also quick in looking back to Auston because she knew how badly his feelings would have been eating him alive at the moment. "She's awake… she's hurt, but she's going to be ok."

Audible sighs of relief left everyone in the room as Ema reached over to gently squeeze her son's hand reassuringly. Before anything else could be said, though, a doctor entered the room and greeted everyone. The doctor explained how she was the one in charge of tending to Carson's injuries when she was brought in to the hospital and that after one more examination, she should be fine to go home with Auston.

"Do you mind telling us what's wrong? Do I need to do anything once she's home to make sure she's ok?" Auston's voice cracked as he asked his question, clearly still shaken up from the whole ordeal.

"Just make sure Carson gets some rest and takes it easy over the next few days," the doctor told him with a smile. "She's definitely got a concussion and has torn the muscle in her left shoulder. She'll probably be in a bit of pain, so I've prescribed her some medication if she needs it, but other than that, she should make a speedy recovery as long as she doesn't overwork herself. This could have been a lot worse, but the seatbelt and airbags in the vehicle sure did their jobs."

"Can we see her?"

"Of course," she replied with a nod. "She's been asking for you."

The doctor then led the five of them down a couple of hallways of the emergency room before stopping in front of a closed door and smiled once more, telling them she'd be back in about 15 minutes or so. Once she was gone, Auston slowly opened the door and walked into the room.

Carson was sitting upright in the hospital bed, her long brown hair resting in a messy bun on top of her head and still wearing her Matthews jersey while looking utterly exhausted. There was a nasty gash above her left eyebrow, but other than that and the very obvious sling her arm rested in, she looked pretty good for someone who had just gotten into a severe car accident.

As soon as the door opened, Carson snapped her gaze to see who it was coming into her room. She was quick in locking eye contact with her boyfriend once she realized it was him, and as a result of that, she immediately started sobbing.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's ok," Auston soothed as he rushed over to the side of the bed, hesitating to pull Carson into his embrace because he didn't know how much pain she was in.

"I totalled your car!"

"Carse, I don't care about the car," he assured her as he started wiping away her tears with the pads of his thumbs before leaning down to place a delicate yet firm kiss on her forehead. When he pulled away, he cupped Carson's face in his hands and looked at her with a serious gaze. "The car can be replaced. You cannot. God, babe, you scared the shit out of me."

"I'm sorry," she blubbered as she used her arm that wasn't in a sling to wrap around Auston's middle and pulled him close. He began rubbing soft circles on her back as she cried into his chest as a way to calm her down a bit, which worked wonders. "It all happened so fast. I-I didn't even see the guy coming until it was too late."

What made this an even more difficult situation than before this one, Carson had only been in one other car accident. One that unfortunately resulted in her mother passing away when Carson was just 13. Auston could only imagine what was running through his girlfriend's head at that moment but continued just focusing on her at that moment.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. All any of us care about is that you're ok, Carson. That's all that matters. Now I need you to take a few deep breaths for me, ok? How's your head?"

"It aches a bit," she told Auston as she moved away to look at him again and followed his movements of taking deep, calming breaths. "I'm more tired than anything."

"I can imagine," he responded with a smile. "As soon as the doctor comes back and gives us the ok, we'll get you home and in bed. Sounds good?"

"Sounds amazing."

Auston chuckled slightly, amazed at how even after being in a car accident, Carson tried to make light of the situation. He then leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips before moving to the other side of the bed and sitting next to her so that everyone else could see her as well.

Auston watched as his parents greeted her with big hugs while being mindful of her injuries and expressed how glad they were that she was alright. Mitch and Steph were next, who jokingly scolded Carson for scaring them but also wasted no time in pulling her in for a hug as well.

Soon after, the doctor returned and gave Carson a final once over. She held tightly onto Auston's hand as the doctor went over what to do if Carson wasn't seeing improvements in her injuries within the next few days, as well as how to get a hold of her if something were to happen. Once she was done giving the spiel and explaining how the sling would have to stay on for a few weeks, Carson was given the ok to leave.

Afterwards, Mitch went home with Steph because Ema and Brian insisted on taking Carson and Auston back to their condo. As soon as she was home, Carson changed into some comfy clothing and crawled into bed. Auston was right there with her, making sure she was alright, before crawling in beside her and making sure he held onto her just a little bit tighter as he fell asleep.

~*~

Christmas time in Toronto was always a very festive time of year. The market was on at The Distillery District, the CN Tower always had a stunning red and green light show going on each night, and there were plenty of things to do in and around the city. However, the best part of this specific year was that Auston had a couple of days off from playing hockey.

The Leafs had won their last game before their small holiday break, and Carson was off work until the new year. She loved having time off with Auston, but every once in a while, it got to the point where they didn't know what to do.

It was Christmas Eve, and the two of them were cuddled up on the couch as a rerun of the Grinch finished playing. Although it was late, they weren't that tired; therefore, boredom ensued.

"Want to go for a walk?" Carson suggested after a few moments of contemplation.

"It's 11:30 at night," Auston chuckled.

"And what about it?"

"Nothing," he stated while shaking his head. "It's just that I have a better idea, I think."

Carson looked at him skeptically, shifting so that he could see her questioning gaze. "Go on."

"We could go skating," he proposed, and this time, Carson let out a laugh. "What? We could go to the rink at Harbourfront. It's late. I doubt anyone will be there, especially on Christmas Eve."

"Why do I have a feeling you planned this?" She asked while shaking her head. "It's too well thought out."

"So what if I did? Come on. It'll be fun. It'll kind of be like…"

"Our first date." She finished for him, watching as he nodded in agreement. "God Aus, that was so long ago."

It was true, though. During Auston's first season with the Leafs, while Carson was still in university, the two of them met and became friends. Perks of him playing on the same team as her cousin.

The two of them had been seeing each other but weren't officially a couple for almost a month, then one late night in January, Auston asked Carson to go skating with him at that same ice rink. Things were a bit weird between them after that date. They'd gotten into a bit of a fight for a couple of weeks after discussing what they were, but Auston knew he needed to fix that. After making up and officially becoming a couple, Auston invited Carson on another skating date the following evening.

It was a weekend in February, two nights before the Leafs Centennial gala, to be exact, and Carson was bored at home watching Netflix alone because her roommate Lexie wasn't there. So she hopped on the TTC and met him there, only to find that he brought two pairs of hockey gloves and two sticks so they could play some one-on-one.

Carson could tell that Auston was ready to go easy on her, but she was competitive and wanted to give him a run for his money. Auston was caught off guard, naturally, which made him competitive too, but he still made sure not to go full NHL-er on her. It was a playful match. He let her win but still got his prize when he leaned in finally kiss her, and she let him.

The rest was history.

Carson couldn't help but smile as she thought back to that night. Although it was almost four years ago, the memory still made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and Auston could tell that's exactly what she was thinking about.

Slowly, Carson looked up to see him smirking down at her and rolled her eyes. "Fine, let's go."

The two of them climbed off the couch, and once they were all bundled up, they headed to the rink. Which luckily wasn't too far at all.

Auston talked Carson into a rematch of one-on-one while on the way there. She was more than ready to make a sad attempt at destroying him in a game of hockey again, so she accepted his challenge, becoming relieved when they reached their destination and saw that there was no one else skating around.

"Told ya we'd have the place to ourselves," he told her with a smug grin as she sat down, and he helped tie up her skates.

"Whatever, Matthews," Carson replied as he grabbed her hands and pulled her up once he was done. Once she was standing upright and had balanced herself out, he began skating backward and started pulling her with him, which Carson let him do as she smiled widely at him. "Thought you wanted to play hockey?"

"We can eventually," he replied. "But I kinda like just doing this with you for now."

Carson tried to hide the blush burning its way across her cheeks as he continued guiding her around the rink, but Auston noticed and made sure to send her a wink once she made eye contact with him again.

"Good, cause I do too."

After a little bit, he let go of one hand but kept the other linked with hers as the two of them began skating side by side. They did that for 20 minutes or so, just going around the rink together as they talked and teased each other. Then they finally decided to play some hockey.

Just like the first time Auston and Carson had done something like this, she was more than aware that she was no match against Auston when it came to hockey whatsoever, but he went easy on her again. The game was never really a game, though. After two face-offs that ended in him wrapping his arms around Carson's waist and pulling her against him so that she couldn't chase after the puck, the two of them decided to just do trick shots into the little makeshift net he made between a pair of Carson's gloves and Auston's hat.

It didn't take long for him to start showing off, so Carson let him. How could she not? Auston's an incredibly talented athlete, and Carson loved watching him, even though he was a little extra at times. Plus, she was having a lot of fun.

After they grew tired and cold, the two of them headed back home to call it a night. It was well after midnight. They had to be up early to get on a flight to Arizona, seeing as they were spending a very brief holiday with Auston's family before flying to Chicago for a game on the 27th and eventually back to Toronto.

Carson was pretty exhausted by that point, and Auston could tell she was with how she leaned against him as soon as they were in the elevator of their condo building and let out a loud yawn.

"Did losing wear you out?" Auston asked jokingly before leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

"I didn't lose anything. You cheated."

"Whatever," he chuckled as the doors opened and the two of them started walking down the hall. Auston observed as Carson began fumbling with her keys so she could unlock the door and go inside when suddenly an idea sprung to his mind, and his eyes widened. "Wait, it's technically Christmas."

A laugh left Carson's mouth as she shook her head at him. "Yes, Auston, what gave it away?"

"You know what I mean," he replied while rolling his eyes at his girlfriend before following her into the condo.

"I know, I'm just messing with you. But yes, it is technically Christmas."

"So I can give you your gift, and you can't get mad at me for it."

"Auston," Carson groaned. He always did this. Forever the child her boyfriend was with, not being able to contain his excitement when it came to gift-giving and seeing her face when she opened something he put a lot of thought into. They always tried to one-up the other when it came to sentiment, too. This year was different, though. The two of them agreed to buy each other only one thing seeing as they always spoiled the other, but realistically, this year was no exception.

Carson was excited to show Auston his gift. It was something she thought about and saved for, for a long time, and she already knew how much he'd love it. So with that in mind, she agreed to exchange gifts with him before going to bed.

"Ok fine, we can do gifts now, but I'm giving you yours first."

"If you insist," Auston said with a huge smile while holding his hands up in defence. Carson didn't bother replying as she stuck her tongue out at him while they took off their coats and began guiding him towards the giant Christmas Tree that resided in the living room.

Once they were there, Carson let go of his hand and reached to the very back of the tree where an envelope resided. Auston gave her a look, noting her clever hiding place before looking down at the envelope and taking it.

Carson bit down on her bottom lip nervously and excitedly as she watched him take out the card and open it to see what was inside, a small chuckle leaving her mouth while his mouth fell open.

"Merry Christmas, babe."

"You didn't," Auston gasped as he took the picture out of the card and looked back at her. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," she told him while nodding her head and was soon engulfed in a huge hug. Once he was done almost crushing her, Carson took the picture from him then spun around in his hold so they could look at the image of the small, fluffy puppy that was printed on it together. "He's a Miniature Goldendoodle named Frank. The lady we're getting him from said he doesn't really respond to a name just yet, so we can change it."

"I love Frank," Auston stated while looking at the picture over Carson's shoulder with a goofy grin on his face.

"I do too," she replied while turning around to face her boyfriend again. "We get to pick him up during the first week of January."

"I can't believe we're getting a dog," he said while shaking his head. "Thank you so much, wow."

"You're welcome," Carson told him before standing on her tiptoes so she could peck his lips. "Good luck trying to beat that gift, Matthews."

Carson meant what she said as a joke, but with the way Auston smirked against her lips and shook his head in disagreement, she knew he took it as a challenge.

"I wouldn't be so sure," he responded and started walking out of the room.

"Babe," Carson called after him. "I was kidding-."

"Just wait there. I'll be right back," Auston responded from down the hall, leaving her to let out a huff of defeat. A pout formed on her bottom lip as she waited for him to return and started wondering what it was he could've possibly bought. Carson began to think back to their first Christmas together and how she insisted on him not buying her something because she didn't need anything. Auston argued by asking if she planned on getting him anything, which she already had so that Carson couldn't fight with him about it after that. His gifts to her were always so meaningful, whether it be something he knew she needed or an item he knew she liked but would never buy for herself. He truly was a fantastic gift-giver.

But for some reason, when Auston returned to the living room, he looked nervous. He was very obviously hiding something behind his back that Carson couldn't see, but with the way he licked his lips and was trying to look anywhere but her, she could tell he was overthinking, giving her whatever it was he held onto.

"Aus," Carson said softly, causing him to snap his gaze to her. "You ok?"

"Yeah," he replied, taking a deep breath. "Just a little nervous is all."

"You have no reason to be, it's just a gift, and I'm sure I'll love it."

"It's more than just a gift, I guess," he explained and walked towards her, making sure not to break eye contact. "Put a lot of thought into this one."

"Auston.." She started but trailed off as he reached out to link his hand with hers and pull her closer.

"I didn't wrap it, though, so you'll have to forgive me."

Carson didn't answer, just gave him a confused look as he bit down on his bottom lip and smiled. He then brought his other hand in front of him to reveal a small velvet box. However, Auston didn't miss a beat and quickly let go of her hand so that he could reach up and open the box, revealing the most stunning diamond ring Carson had ever seen.

"Oh my…" It was all she managed to say as she moved her hands to cover her mouth and look at her boyfriend with teary eyes. "Auston, it's beautiful."

"It comes with a question, too," he smiled as he plucked the ring from its holder and held it closer to her. "Carse, you have made me so insanely happy these years we've been together and continue to do so. I'd be crazy not to want to spend the rest of my life with you, so I guess my question is… will you continue making my selfish ass the happiest man he can be by marrying me?"

A sob left Carson's mouth, and the tears started flowing immensely. She shook her head, still trying to make sure the fact that the man she loved more than anything in the world just asked her to marry him wasn't a dream. Slowly, she opened her eyes to look at him and could tell how anxious he was getting while waiting for a response, so she answered. But, she needed to clarify something as she stared at the ring first.

"Is that my mom's ring?"

"It is," Auston confirmed, a small breath leaving his mouth. "I, uh, I got it from your dad a couple of months ago. The ring was pretty busted up, but I talked to Nate and Mya to see if they'd be ok with me fixing it, adding a few personal touches and using it to propose."

"Oh my god," Carson sobbed again, thinking about her dad wanting to let Auston take her late mother's wedding ring and Auston asking her brother and sister if he could use it to ask her to marry him. It meant the absolute world to her. "Of course, I'll marry you, Auston. You're crazy to think I wouldn't."

The smile that stretched its way across his mouth before he pulled her in for a deep, loving kiss was something Carson wanted to remember forever. Once he pulled away, Auston tried to play off the fact that he, too, had tears in his eyes as he slid the ring onto her finger and leaned down to kiss her again.

"I love you. So much," Auston muttered against her lips before moving away slightly just so that he could wipe away her tears with the pads of his thumbs. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"The feeling's mutual," Carson responded. "I love you more than words can describe."

"Well, that's good, 'cause you're stuck with me now."

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

At that, Auston smiled and pulled Carson in for one last hug before suggesting that the two of them head to bed because they'd have to be up in a few short hours. Carson didn't protest and let him lead her down the hall to their bedroom before crawling into bed so she could cuddle up against him. Soon enough, Carson was too tired even to keep her eyes open, but she still couldn't help the smile that remained on her mouth as she fell asleep next to her fiancé.

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Alright, 31

Boy howdy it’s my first fic ever and there’s no way I’m putting my name to it so we’re on a burner blog baby!

Freddie Andersen x reader, a little fluffy, pretty smutty, basically my dream scenario (-:

Word count: 2205 woah

He’d been at work all day and you couldn’t wait until he got to your place. Both of you had decided to spend the holidays with your individual families this year since last year was your first Christmas away from the parents and just three months of dating seemed a little quick for him to meet them. Freddie got back to the city a couple days ago to get back into the swing of practices and press conferences before the Leafs’ special afternoon next gen game scheduled for today. You spent the extra couple days relaxing at your family cottage and overthinking every second of your reunion. It had only been a few weeks apart at this point, but coming back to an entire evening of Fred instead of just an hour after a late game? That thought made every minute feel like an eternity. Why couldn’t all NHL games be matinees?

You looked at the clock. He said he’d be at yours before 6:00 which gave you about two hours to prep dinner, freshen up, and try your hardest to slow your racing thoughts and heart.

After getting your anxiety out by spending too much time chopping vegetables and chicken and grating cheese, you figured you’d wait for Freddie to get home to cook it all. Besides, there was a slim chance that eating would be the first thing the two of you did when that giant goalie walked through the front door... You were still a virgin at this point, but enough flirty texts and real conversation led you to believe that tonight would be the night.

With less than half an hour of alone time left, you brushed your teeth, washed your face, checked yourself out over and over again, and put on one of your favourite Christmas gifts. You and your family aren’t ones for expensive clothing, but this year your mom splurged. And for good reason! It was about time that you got your first official NHL Toronto Maple Leafs jersey. You were dating a pretty big part of the team after all.

You threw jersey #23 on over your cutest bralette and immediately grinned the cheekiest grin you’d ever had. Your mom made the right choice with Dermott. He had the best name and number combination and was one of your favourite players to watch. Plus, the thought of Freddie getting jealous of you having someone else’s last name on your back was turning you on already.

Suddenly, you heard a knock. You ran to the front hall to greet your new boyfriend and swung the door open so fast it shocked you both. “Hi,” you squealed.

Freddie pulled you into his arms midway through your greeting. “Hey,” he cooed. “Love the sweater.” He used his mass to push the two of you inside and closed the door.

You smiled into his chest, absorbing the heat and enjoying the smell of musk and day old cologne, but mostly thinking about how he only noticed the classic logo and probably wouldn’t love the sweater upon further inspection. Neither of you were planning on letting go until Freddie looked up and saw a giant 23 on your back reflected in the hallway mirror.

“Woah! Hold on! Y/N... This doesn’t look like a 31 to me.” He turned you around to look in the mirror and lowered his eyes.

“Well I’m glad you can read numbers,” you said, smirking even more than before. You stepped away and headed to the kitchen, leaving Freddie to stand in the hall and watch that number sway with you while you walked. “We’re having fajitas!”

He took off his coat and shoes and dropped all his stuff before stomping over to where you were. You scanned his body up and down as he approached, his muscles taught from a long day and eyebrows furrowed from your immediate sass upon his arrival. Your heart rate increased with the endless possibilities of how this evening was about to transpire running through your head.

“Why Travis?” Freddie grabbed the hem of your jersey and played with the soft material.

“Well I figured Auston’s was too basic -”

You felt a warm set of lips on yours, cutting you off mid sentence. He slowly pulled away, teeth clutched to your bottom lip. Something about this was almost too careful. Where was the fierceness you expected from your easily riled up hockey boy?

“And 23 is a way better number than 31,” you finished.

Freddie’s hands brushed against your sides and pulled the jersey off your body with so much force that you heard a seam rip. There it is! Your eyes shot to the pile of blue and white on the kitchen floor. “Don’t worry about it,” Freddie said, breathing deeply. “I could probably get you one of those from Travis’ laundry anyway.” That last bit was obviously meant to be sarcastic, so your little bounce and “Would you please!” response sent your boyfriend over the edge.

Before you knew it, you were hanging over his shoulders being carried to your bedroom.

“I love the view from here!” Humour was always your go to in nerve-wracking situations and your flushed face was mere inches from Freddie’s ass. All you really wanted to do was grab it, so you brought your hand up. But before it could make any contact, you were being thrown onto your queen size bed.

“Two and a half weeks apart and this is what I have to put up with after a dumb loss?” Freddie crawled over you, never breaking eye contact.

“Fred, I-”

You were cut off again, not by lips, but by some strong fingers snapping the waistband on your leggings.

“Ow!” You blinked and just looked up at his fiery eyes. He kissed you hard, keeping his hands on your waist and gently pressing his body into you. He let you explore his mouth for just a second before pushing himself up and off you.

The man rolled off the side of the bed and started unbuttoning his dress shirt. All you could do was stare blankly at the shirtless Adonis now standing in front of you.

“Please come kiss me again,” you said sheepishly. Your hands roamed his chest as Freddie crawled back up to lie beside you. Your next kiss was slow and deliberate. You scratched at his beard and he caressed your back. You felt down the curve in his side and he toyed with your bra straps. Almost in sync, you tugged on his belt buckle and he snapped the clasp of your bra open, revealing your sensitive nipples to the open air. He smiled into your lips, taking one breast into his hand, massaging it and rubbing circles into your nipple and made you gasp.

He took the opportunity to separate your mouths and stand back up. “You’re unbelievable, Y/N. You’re so beautiful and kind... And nefarious. For someone who claims to be clueless about romance and sex, god you know how to get me going.” He monologued and slowly took off his pants. Your eyes stayed locked on the soft briefs hugging your boyfriend’s butt as he walked around the room.

He kneeled over your hips and started peppering kisses across your neck and chest. Your breaths got heavier and you let out a moan. “I missed you. You’re so hot,” you panted as your fingers ran through his hair. You felt teeth grab one of your hardened nubs and had to hold back a scream.

Freddie travelled further down your torso until reaching the waistband of your leggings, still clinging to your sweating body. He looked up and raised an eyebrow, asking for permission. You nodded. His calloused, yet soft, fingers hooked into your leggings and panties and peeled them both off. The friction of his hands gliding down your legs was enough to make you throw your head back with pleasure.

“Oh babe, you’re soaked already.” With one swift motion, his hands were on your hips, his shoulders between your thighs, and his tongue ran all the way up through the lips of your pussy, tasting the wetness. You shivered and moaned louder than you thought possible with this new sensation breaking down your walls. His tongue continued to work away at your core, playing with your clit and dipping in and out of your hole.

You were seeing stars at this point, body writhing underneath your giant lover. Your arms had been frozen in place above your head and it took every ounce of energy to finally say, “Fred, please, I think I’m close.”

He backed away and placed chaste kisses on your stomach and thighs as your breathing calmed ever so slightly. He stood up at the end of the bed and removed the fabric that had been concealing his hard and already dripping cock.

You gasped. With all of your overthinking and day dreams of this moment, nothing had prepared you for how big and ready your boyfriend’s member would be.

“Are you okay? We can stop if you’re not ready,” Freddie said with a look that could only be described as loving.

You nodded. “Yes... You’re... I’m... Perfect.” You paused, still staring into his wild eyes. “I just didn’t know I’d like this view so much.” You looked down at his crotch and licked your lips. Your body jumped up before your brain could decide what it was doing. You moved towards the man and gently grabbed the shaft of his dick, Freddie’s breath catching in the back of his throat.

You slowly pumped your hand and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock before a big set of hands pushed you back on the bed. “There’s no way I’m going to last with your pretty mouth around me,” he said matter-of-factly. The Dane hovered over you again, being sure not to make your groins touch while the two of you kissed passionately. Only a couple minutes had passed before he was out of breath again and asked, “are you ready?”

You held his shoulders for dear life and whispered, “yes.”

Freddie reached for the condom he had placed on your nightstand without you realising. He tore it open, slid it on, and kissed you again. Suddenly, there were thighs in between yours and fingers pushed into your vagina, curling into your g-spot and stretching your entrance. Freddie lowered his body onto yours and the contact made you arch your back. You had never been closer to your boyfriend, or more comfortable, until seconds later when he pushed his hard cock into your centre.

You threw your head back and moaned, “oh my god!”

“You like the feeling of having me inside you? I bet you do... Especially after how hard you tried to make me jealous.” Freddie whispered filth into your ear about everything he’d always wanted to do to you and how you were his and no one else’s. He lifted your legs to straddle his lower back and moved in and out of you with so much strength, you thought you might break. You bit into his stiff shoulder muscle to hold back your squeals and moans and he reached around to slap your ass.

That finally brought you to the top. “Baby, I’m gonna cum! Please, fuck me harder!”

You heard a stifled laugh and felt your boyfriend pull out of you almost completely before slamming into you so hard that you screamed. An orgasm took over your body instantly, your head pushing back against the pillow and every part of you tingling. Seconds later, Freddie released inside you and let out a high pitch moan that made you burst into laughter. He pulled out, got up, and tossed the condom into the trash while you caught your breath and sat up on the bed.

The smiles you exchanged were the sweetest either of you had ever seen. He came over to the bed where you were still giggling and wiped a tear from under your eye.

“Oh... I didn’t even know I was crying,” you said hoarsely, “that was amazing. You’re amazing.” You held his face and kissed his soft, puffy lips.

He broke away for a moment and said, “so, fajitas?” You chuckled and started getting up off the bed. “I love you Y/N.”

You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt. “I love you too, Frederik.”

You turned to head over to your closet and throw on something cozy. “Wait!” Freddie had left the room to grab sweats from his bag and came back with something big and blue. “Wear this,” he said with a smirk.

It was his jersey. It smelled like your beautiful boyfriend after having been stuck in a gym bag with the rest of his clothes and it was so huge on you that you definitely didn’t need to wear pants. But that would just make things easier for after dinner anyway.

You did a twirl in the giant sweater and looked in the mirror as Freddie came up and hugged you from behind. “Alright, 31 is an okay number,” you teased.

“As long as your back says Andersen, you can wear whatever number you want, love.”

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