#making this made me realize that is is very possible that mitch and auston might never win tbe cup together

[r0bzombixx]

half return, half return

[woah-were-halfway-there]

Just What I Needed: Part 4

A/N: 👀

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You slowly blinked your eyes open, feeling relaxed and rested. Sunlight poured in through the window and filled the room with a sense of warmth in contrast to how cold you knew the late January air felt outside. 

A sigh of content left your mouth as you stretched and glanced around the room. Although it was no match to the comfort you felt in your bed at home, it was cozy and rather quaint. 

Frank was still laying at the foot of the bed, stirring awake as a result of your movements, but wasting no time in getting up so he could attack you with kisses. 

"Hey, buddy," you chuckled and started scratching behind his ears in his favourite spot. After a moment of giving Frank the attention he craved, your gaze then drifted to the corner of the room where an empty playpen rested.

In your hurry to get out of your house the night before and get to where your family was, you didn't even think of grabbing Mia's travel bed for her to sleep in when you got to Alice's cousin's house. Luckily for you, though, Alice's cousin was a grandma and had things in the house that Mia could use for the night. 

Usually, if you woke up to find Mia not in the spot you'd put her to bed, you'd panic. However, you had gotten used to mornings where you would wake up and know that Auston was already up and downstairs with your daughter, getting ready for the day. This situation was no different because you knew that either your dad, Alice, but more than likely Nate, snuck into the room and took her while trying not to disturb you. 

"Couldn't even warn me about someone taking Mia, huh?" You said to Frank as you sat up, chuckling at how he must've been so unbothered by whoever came into the room and grabbed Mia that morning, seeing as he knew they posed no threat to your little girl. "That's ok. I know you would've gone nuts if it was someone you knew shouldn't have been near her." 

Frank just made one of his typical noises in response to that, then licked your face once more before moving away so that you could get up. Before you climbed out of bed, you made sure to grab your phone from where it laid next to you on the mattress and not to your surprise, it was dead. 

You knew the battery died shortly after you got to the house, and then you got so wound up with trying to get Mia calmed down for the night. You must've forgotten to plug it in before you passed out from exhaustion almost as soon as your head hit the pillow, which you didn't overthink. So, with a shrug, you threw on one of Auston's hoodies that you grabbed the night before and headed for the washroom. 

As you brushed your teeth and washed your face, you couldn't help but smile as you listened to Mia giggling like crazy from downstairs. You then heard your brother just messing around with her and felt your heart swell at the thought of the two together. Mia and Nate adored each other, and it made you so freaking happy to see. 

Once you finished your half-assed morning routine, then packed up yours and Mia's things, you and Frank went downstairs, but you stopped in the living room briefly to plug your phone into the charger you spotted there the night before, then made your way to the kitchen to see your family. 

However, when you entered the room, only Mia seemed excited to see you. Meanwhile, your dad, Alice and Nate looked worried for some reason. 

"Uh, good morning," you greeted, then scratched your head awkwardly as they all looked at each other in a way that you didn't know the meaning behind.

"Mommy!" Mia said happily and began reaching for you from where she was being held by Nate on the other side of the room, noticing how she was already in much better spirits than she had been the night before. 

"Hi, baby," you replied, smiling as you approached the two and took her from your brother's hold. "Are you feeling better today?"

"Yeah," she answered, then laid her head against your shoulder. 

"I don't think her ear is hurting as much anymore," Alice was the first to speak as she smiled at you and Mia. "But it probably wouldn't hurt for her just to take it easy today to make sure."

"Well, we can do that, can't we, little miss?" You asked your daughter, to which she nodded in response. After placing a quick peck on her forehead, you then looked around at your family and could still feel that something was up with them. "Did something happen? You all just kind of seem… off for some reason."

You then watched as your dad, Alice and Nate, gave each other a hesitant look before your dad finally said something. 

"Have you talked to Auston at all?"

"No, not since yesterday," you explained. "I told him Mia wasn't feeling well before his game, but then got caught up with everything with coming over here and her not doing well, so I haven't talked to him since. Plus, my phone died. Why?"

"You, uh, you might want to head home to see him then," Nate said while looking at you nervously. 

"Wait, he's home?" You asked, feeling confused as your brother nodded. "But the team isn't supposed to be back until later this afternoon."

"Exactly," Nate replied again but still did nothing to help how lost you felt. 

"Nate, why do I feel you're not telling me something?"

At that, your brother sighed before glancing at your dad and Alice once more. 

"I woke up to five missed calls from him. So, I called him back like ten minutes ago to find out that he spent the entire night thinking you packed up your things, took Mia and Frank, and left him."

"What?" Was all you were able to respond with because honestly, you weren't able to comprehend such a ridiculous idea. 

Why the hell would Auston think you were leaving him? Was it something you said? Something you did? You raked your mind for ideas of what the hell happened that could've possibly made him come to this conclusion but came up with nothing. 

Then, with one final look at your brother, you adjusted your hold on Mia then went straight for the living room so you could check your phone. 

"What's wrong, mommy?" Mia asked curiously as she continued gripping on to you. 

"Nothing for you to worry about, baby," you assured her. "This is between your dad and me."

Once you entered the living room, you saw your phone light up with some kind of notification, so you knew it was on again, but weren't sure if you were prepared to see what would be waiting on the screen when you finally looked at it. So, after taking a deep breath, you held Mia close and braced yourself for what was about to come. 

The first thing you saw once you tapped your screen were the numerous missed calls and texts from Auston. However, there were also missed notifications from Ema, Brian, both of Auston's sisters, Mya, Steph, Mitch, Lexie and a couple more of your friends, all wondering where the hell you had gone. Although dramatic, some of the messages from Steph were her asking if you were kidnapped or decided to fall off the grid, and it wasn't until then you realized, with how overwhelmed you were with Mia the night before, it very easily could've seemed that way. Especially to Auston. 

And it wasn't even 9 a.m. yet. 

"Fuck," you whispered to yourself, but unfortunately, still loud enough for Mia to hear. 

She gasped, which had you glance at her right away. "That's a bad word."

"You're right, that is a bad word," you agreed, then unplugged your phone and headed towards the kitchen again. "But we're not going to repeat it, right? You didn't hear it from me."

"Yes, I did, mama," she responded, calling you out on your bullshit, then giggling when you gave her a surprised look. 

"Mia! The sass, I can't. You get that from your father."

"Nope."

"What do you mean nope!?"

You continued looking at her incredulously, which made her giggle even more, and that didn't stop until after the two of you were back in the kitchen. 

"Even Mia knows she gets her sass from you," Nate said and wasted no time taking Mia from your hold again. "So, what are you going to do with Auston?"

"I don't think there's much else I can do other than go home right now and talk to him," you replied, then glanced at your dad and Alice. "Would you guys mind watching Mia for an hour or so? I'm really sorry to ask, but I'd prefer that she wasn't there when Auston and I have this conversation."

"Of course we can watch her," your dad replied. "Sweetheart, it's ok to ask for help. And there's no need for you to apologize about it either."

"I know, it's just-," you started, then paused. "I guess I've been forgetting that lately. Maybe that's part of why I'm now in this situation with Auston."

Your family looked at you sympathetically but refused to comment. This was something you and Auston needed to work out on your own. No one else's opinion should matter. 

"Everything is going to be fine, hun," Alice said. "We love having Mia around, so please, you and Auston, take all the time you need. Just call us when you're ready for Mia and Frank to come home too."

"I will," you told her with a smile, then looked back to Mia and pushed her curls away from her face as she leaned against Nate. "I'll be back soon, sweets. Can you promise me that you'll be good for Pa, Alice and Uncle Nate?"

"I promise, mommy," she replied and began waving at you, sending you on your way. Almost as if even she, too, knew that you needed to go talk to Auston asap. 

Lastly, you looked at your brother and let out a breath. 

"Auston needs this conversation as badly as you do," Nate said. "Try to hear him out too. You know he's going to listen to whatever you have to say, but you need to do the same for him. It's the least you could do."

"I understand that," you replied. "But Nate, for him to just assume I'd up and leave him? What the hell is that?"

"I don't know, but if you don't at least try to see things from his point of view too, you're not going to solve anything," he stated, making you sigh. 

"How was he when you talked to him?"

"Not great. Relieved to know that you and Mia were somewhere safe, though."

"I see," you nodded in understanding. "I guess I should get going. I think I'll take an Uber, then once we're done talking, can you bring Mia and Frank home in my car? Mia's seat and everything is already in there."

"Of course I can," he responded. "Just call me when you're ready, and I'll bring them over."

"I will. Thanks, Nate."

After that, you ran back upstairs to grab your things and put them in your car so Nate wouldn't have to worry about them when he was packing up Mia and Frank. After that, you ordered an Uber, then said goodbye to Mia and the rest of your family before heading outside to get into the waiting vehicle and began mentally preparing yourself to face your husband. 

As soon as you were in the Uber, you texted Auston to say you were on your way home, then put your phone back in your pocket. You didn't think he'd respond. In complete honesty, you didn't want him to either because you just didn't know what to say about the topic anymore. 

You began thinking of how mad you were that he just assumed you left him. Had things really gotten that bad between the two of you? Sure, you knew with everything going on in life, and how you've been feeling lately, things had been a little rough between the two of you, but not once did the thought of leaving your husband cross your mind, and it hurt to know that Auston was at a point where he believed that you would. 

After taking a deep breath to calm yourself down some, you glanced at your stomach and were reminded that on top of all this, you were still approaching your 20th week of pregnancy. You were almost halfway through your pregnancy and were due to meet your baby in less than five months, yet you were feeling the shittiest you've felt in a really long time. There was no way you could've ever predicted being in this type of situation, but, you still were. 

When the Uber came to a gradual stop at an intersection and the road sign indicating you were about to turn down the street your house was on, you became nervous as hell. You began rubbing small circles over your bump, trying to soothe your nerves and in some way communicate to your baby that everything was going to be ok, but unfortunately, you weren't so sure of that either. 

By the time the car came to a stop outside of your house, your heart was pounding. You didn't feel ready to have this conversation with Auston, and you hated the thought of not wanting to talk to your husband about something, but you knew it needed to happen. So, with another deep breath, you thanked your Uber driver, then got out of the car and walked up the driveway. 

Needless to say, you weren't exactly expecting the scene you came across once you walked through the front door and looked into the living room. 

Auston didn't notice you at first. In his defence, you did enter the house very quietly, but instead of greeting you like he usually would, he stayed sat on the couch, staring forward at seemingly nothing. He was completely zoned out as he hugged onto his body pillow and didn't move aside from the deep breaths he took every few seconds. So, you took this moment to observe him even more. 

His hair was dishevelled, subtle dark circles were forming under his eyes, and it was clear that he was still wearing the black Nike t-shirt and joggers he more than likely changed into once he got home the night before. His facial hair was a bit more excessive than usual. Typically, he would've shaved a little bit by then, but over the few days, since you last saw him, it was apparent that he hadn't, and it just really tied into the whole look he had going on. Then you noticed the throw blanket that rested in a heap on the other end of the couch and could only assume that was because Auston spent the night on the sofa rather than upstairs in your bed. 

He looked rough and going off of how he appeared on the outside. You could only imagine how shitty he was feeling on the inside. 

A cool breeze from outside then drifted in through the open door, making you shiver but also snap you back to reality from the trance you'd fallen into while observing your husband. You knew you probably shouldn't prolong the conversation you were about to have any more than you already had, so with another deep breath, you closed the door loud enough that Auston would notice and your presence would be known. 

The sudden noise made him jump, but it wasn't long before he was standing up from the couch and looking at you, concern written all over his face as he did so. It took him a second to realize that he was still hugging the body pillow but was quick in tossing it back onto the couch before walking towards you.

"Hey," Auston greeted softly once he walked into the foyer, but came to a stop after acknowledging the absence of the other person he was also looking forward to seeing again, his mouth turning into a frown. "Where's Mia?"

"With my family," you told your husband as you took your boots off and hung up your coat, then stepped towards him. "Nate is going to bring her and Frank back in a little bit. I didn't think she needed to hear us have this talk."

"I see," he replied while nodding in agreement. You continued looking at him, unsure if you should start the conversation or he should, and you could feel yourself gradually becoming more anxious than you were in the Uber with each passing second, but luckily, Auston spoke up again, your name sounding from his mouth in a whisper as he did so. "I don't even know where to start."

"Ok," you said, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes as you tried focusing on keeping your breaths even since it felt like your chest kept getting tighter and tighter. "I will then. Auston, how dare you think I would just up and leave you? It's one thing to think that'd I'd do such a thing, but for you to assume I would ever do that to Mia? You could do your absolute worst to me, and I still wouldn't be able to keep our daughter away from her father. I could never do that to her or you, and it fucking hurts knowing that you think I would."

"I know you wouldn't, and it was wrong of me to assume otherwise," he replied calmly. "And I can't even begin to explain how sorry I am for that being the conclusion I jumped to. My mom already gave me enough shit for that, but it was the only thing that made sense to me at the time."

"How can you even say that?" You scoffed.

"Because, since Christmas, you've been pushing me away! You've been pushing everyone away for almost a month now, and we've all been worried about you. I thought you'd talk to me about the things bothering you, you always do, but this time has been different for some reason. You closed yourself off from me, babe. I haven't heard anything about your therapist appointments since before the holidays. You've barely told me about your last doctor's appointment and how the baby was doing. I just feel like there's so much going on with you that you won't let anyone know about."

"Because I refuse to bother people with my problems, Auston! My mind can be a damn scary place sometimes, ok. I haven't felt like myself for these past few weeks, and that is no one's battle to fight but my own."

"Why don't you realize that you don't have to fight those battles alone?" Auston's voice cracked as he said that, which struck something deep in you. "We're all on your side, Y/N. We want to help." 

It was evident that he cared so much about you and your wellbeing. You've always known that, and you didn't mean to block out him or any of your loved ones, but what else were you supposed to do? You didn't even know how to explain what you were feeling to him, just that it wasn't good. So, you continuously tried to distract yourself from your thoughts, even though, deep down, you knew what you were feeling all revolved around your pregnancy. And you believed Auston had a right to know that.

"Please let me back in."

You hadn't realized that your gaze drifted away from him until he said those words, and when you looked back at him, his eyes were watering like crazy. That's when your tears finally broke free and began streaming down your face.

Just as you were about to reply to him, though, you heard the radio that was playing softly in the kitchen, change songs. The familiar guitar riff of the Red Hot Chili Peppers' Under the Bridge and the distinctive voice of Anthony Kiedis wasn't loud or anything. Still, to you, it was deafening in how the lyrics resonated with the way you were feeling. 

The main difference between you and the lyrics was that you knew you had a partner and knew you had a friend in Auston. He hasn't given you a reason to doubt that. But still, if you were to say you didn't worry about things, well, that'd be a lie. 

"It breaks my heart knowing that our relationship is at a point where the thought of me leaving you would even cross your mind, though," you told him, your voice almost in a whisper. "And part of that is on me—a big part, which I get. I should've just told you what I was feeling and what was going on. I really don't know why I didn't. But Auston, you could've communicated with me too."

It was your voice that cracked then, and you were no longer able to keep in the sob that you felt building in your chest as soon as you started talking again. You didn't think much of it, but then you began sobbing uncontrollably and closed your eyes as you fought to catch your breath, but even that didn't seem to work. 

You felt as if you could collapse right then and there. Everything felt heavy. But before you could, Auston had his arms wrapped around you and was bringing you against his chest, keeping you up as you clung to him for support. By the way, he was shaking; you knew that he was crying as well, but couldn't bring yourself even to attempt to comfort him in some way too as he lowered you both to the ground, then pulled you into his lap. 

"Breathe, baby," Auston spoke softly as he rubbed small, soothing circles on your back, still making you a priority in all of this even though you were ready to rip him a new one only moments ago. "Slow down and just breathe for me, please."

Although you still took a few staggering breaths, you listened. Auston always held you against his chest like this when your anxiety got bad. It was a way for you to match his deep, steady breaths and eventually calm yourself down. It was also a way for him to remind you that he was there and wasn't going anywhere, which, honestly, was exactly what you needed from him at that moment. 

"I hate this," you said after a few moments, once your sobs turned into sniffles. "I hate feeling the way I do, I hate that I blocked out the people I care about the most, I really didn't mean to. But most of all, I hate fighting with you. I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry too," he replied, then leaned away so he could look at you but continued holding you as he did so. "I think we both messed up in this situation. God, I knew we could be bad at communicating sometimes, but I never thought it would get this bad."

"It's not very fun."

"Not at all."

The two of you chuckled slightly as he pushed back some of your hair away from your face, but the moment soon passed when you noticed Under the Bridge came to an end and With Me by Sum 41 started playing. Another song you knew would just hit differently during a moment like the one you and Auston were in. 

"You were stupid to think I would leave you, Auston," you stated. "I'm well beyond the point of even thinking I could go on without having you in my life in some way. How do you not know that?"

"I do, and that's the thing," he responded, then paused, smiling a little bit as you reached up to wipe away a tear that still rested on his cheek. "You're right. I was stupid to think that. I just felt like I've fucked up so much lately and that you had every reason to leave me if you wanted to. I know it's not easy with me coming and going all the time. You are absolutely incredible with the way you take care of Mia. You know that, right? She adores you. Even with you being pregnant and facing your own troubles, you never falter when it comes to making sure that our daughter is ok."

"Because regardless of whatever is going on with me, I am Mia's mom first. Above anything else. She will always be my priority."

"I know. I've always known that which is why I'm pissed at myself for not thinking why you weren't here when I got home last night was because you were doing just that. Prioritizing our daughter. I know how hard it must've been for your stubborn ass to swallow your pride and ask your family for help. But, you knew that was what was best for Mia and yourself. I'm so proud of you for making that call, babe, and I am so sorry if my overthinking and assuming the absolute worst made you think otherwise."

"It's ok," you told him honestly, then shifted your position on his lap, placing a leg on each side of his so that you were straddling his thighs in a way because you wanted to be face to face with him properly. "I'm sorry for pushing you away, Aus. It's just- this pregnancy has not been easy. Nothing seems to be going right, and I-I'm at a point where I dread going to my appointments because I don't want to be told something bad again. I'm scared, and I didn't want anyone to see me like that. It makes me feel vulnerable."

"You can always be vulnerable with me," he said and made sure the two of you locked eye contact as he did. "I'm not going to hurt you, babe. I would never. You don't need to put up any walls. Be upset. Tell me what you're thinking like the other night when I missed dinner, for example. Don't let me off on that shit! If something is bothering you, especially if it's something I caused, please promise that you'll tell me about it from now on."

"That was kind of shitty of you, not gonna lie."

"I know it was, and I deserved to feel bad about it, but you care too much about others that you couldn't even tell me that."

"I didn't want you to feel bad about it, Auston. Ok, I mean, yeah, maybe a little bit at the time. But, you talk about not wanting to hurt me. I don't want to hurt you either, even if it is just a petty argument or comment. I love you too much."

"And I love you," he replied and leaned his head against yours. "You had every right to be mad at me that night, and you still do. But let me tell you that I suffered from thinking you left way more than you think. I was distraught. I just know that I need you in my life and the thought of you never coming home scared the shit out of me. Fuck, all of that drama on my part and for what?"

You laughed at that. 

"I can tell you were struggling by the body pillow and blankets on the couch. Couldn't sleep in our bed, hmm?"

"It was a rough night, ok? Sue me. And no, not while thinking I may never share it with you again."

"Good thing you never have to think that again then, right?" You asked and gave him a pointed look. "Because if you do, then we'll have real issues, Matthews. Right now, I'll give you a free pass because I know Ema would've given you an earful on my behalf already."

"You have no idea," he groaned and threw his head back dramatically. "I don't think I've ever been called so many synonyms of stupid all at once. It didn't help that Alex and Bre chimed in on it too."

"Sad I missed it," you teased. "And I promise to talk to you about everything, Aus. Please know that I really didn't mean to shut anyone out the way that I did."

"We all understand, babe, but I can assure you that everyone is going to be glad to have you back. Mitch and Steph especially have been missing you."

"I need to call them today. I miss them too."

You and Auston smiled at each other, then you noticed that all the weight you felt on your chest had seemingly disappeared.

"We're ok?" Auston asked before you could say anything else.

"We're ok," you repeated, then closed the gap between the two of you as you hugged him, happy with how the conversation turned out because you knew that he felt a lot better too. However, it wasn't long before he was moving away so that he could gently cup your cheek before leaning in again and connecting his lips to yours with a sweet kiss.

"I love you," you told him again while mumbling against his lips, not bothering to move away from him.

"I love you, more than anything," he assured, but unlike you, moved away so he could look at you again. "You, Mia and our little one on the way are my everything, Y/N. Please, never forget that."

"I won't, I promise."

About half an hour later, the two of you were cuddled up on the couch together, his body pillow and blankets completely forgotten. Auston laid between you and the back cushions, his head resting next to your bump as you mindlessly played with his hair, both waiting patiently for Mia and Frank to arrive home. 

After you and Auston cleared the air between the two of you, he then held onto you as he stood up off the ground and carried you into the living room. Soon after, he texted Nate to let him know that he could come over, and you didn't stop him. You were already missing Mia and knew that Auston was probably missing her a bit more. 

Luckily for both of you, your little girl was making her grand re-appearance as Nate brought her and Frank through the front door. She was giggling like crazy as Nate talked to her in a dramatic voice, but then saw how Frank booked it right for the living to greet you and Auston, and soon let out a squeal of delight once she spotted the two of you. 

"Daddy!"

"There's my girl!" Auston greeted her, smiling so freaking wide as he scrambled to get off the couch, but made sure to help you up as well before going over to take Mia from Nate's hold. "Hi, Mini! I missed you so much."

You couldn't help but smile too as you watched them, not missing how Auston seemingly held onto your daughter a bit tighter than usual and refused to let go. As you observed them, you leaned against the doorway of the living room and mindlessly rubbed your hand over your stomach but soon jumped when your brother nudged you with his elbow and snapped you out of your daze. 

"Told you everything was going to be fine," Nate smirked. 

"Whatever," you replied. "But thank you for watching Mia and Frank."

"Anytime."

The two of you then looked back to Auston and Mia as they chatted away. 

"What do you say we take Frank for a walk in a bit?" He asked Mia, to which she nodded in response excitedly. "Or better yet, how about when Mitchy gets home later, we see if he, Steph and Zeus are up for a little visit?"

"My Mitchy!"

"Yes, your Mitchy, baby girl. C'mon, let's go get you a little snack first."

You and Nate laughed as you watched the two, but before Auston could head down the hallway to the kitchen with Mia, your brother stepped away from your side and spoke up.

"Wait, Auston, before you go, I have a question," Nate said, then glanced between you and him. "For you and Y/N, actually."

"What's up?" Auston asked as he came to a stop and shifted Mia in his hold. 

"Ok, I know it's probably a weird thing to ask, but hear me out."

"Nate, just spit it out," you joked as you pushed away from the doorframe and went to stand with Auston and Mia. 

"Rude," your brother replied but brushed your comment off quickly. "I was thinking, well, if you're ok with it, that maybe I stay here with you guys for a while?"

"What?" You asked, surprised.

"Feel free to say no. It's just a suggestion. But, I work from home. That's why I could go to Florida with dad and Alice for so long, and I thought that maybe I could just stay here for a bit and do the same thing. I'm sorry to be so blunt, but I know you haven't been doing great health-wise, Y/N, and I want to help. I'm going to be back here in less than two weeks for Mia's birthday as it is. What if I just stayed then?"

You continued looking at your brother, completely shocked because that was not what you were expecting him to say. But, it wasn't much to process. It was actually a very genuine offer.

"You've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you?" Auston asked curiously.

"Since I was here at Christmas, yeah," Nate explained. "I figured it might be easier on you, Y/N and Mia to have an extra person here all the time, you know? Just to help out where I can and, of course, hang out with my favourite niece."

"Nate, are you sure?" You questioned. "You really don't have to."

"I want to, though. Or else I wouldn't have offered."

"Well, I have no issue with it," Auston stated, then looked at you. 

You just smiled, then shook your head. 

"I'd love to have you stay here with us for a while. I could never say no to getting to see my baby brother."

"Let's see how quickly that opinion changes when I do stay," Nate responded, making you all laugh. 

"How's that sound, mini?" Auston then asked Mia. "Uncle Nate is going to stay with us in a couple of weeks. Did you have fun with him, Pa and Alice this morning?"

"Yeah," Mia replied and leaned her head against her dad's shoulder. 

"And what did you all do?"

"Mommy said fuck," she blurted out, making you gasp this time as you looked at her with wide eyes. 

"Amelia!"

"Busted," Nate mumbled and gave you a look, to which you just scowled in return. 

"Did she?" Auston questioned your daughter, a playful grin tugging at his mouth as he did. "And did you tell mommy that's a bad word?"

"Mhm."

"And I thought we agreed you weren't going to rat me out, Mia," you said, then leaned over to tickle her a little bit. "But we don't say that word, ok? Even if mommy does. It's not nice."

"Ok, mama," she replied, then looked to Auston again. "Snacks, daddy?"

"Yes, of course," he told her, then rushed down the hallway towards the kitchen, making her start laughing like crazy again. You and Nate just gave each other knowing looks, smiling, then headed down the hall after them. 

~*~

The following days were the best days you’d had in almost a month. 

Everything between you and Auston was good, there were no further issues between the two of you and everything felt right once again. The best part too was that after one game in Buffalo two days after you and Auston had your talk, the Leafs were on bye week. So, Auston was going to be home during that entire week and then once the team started up again, there was a nice home game stretch. You were thrilled. 

Although the day after you stayed with your family, Nate flew back to Montreal while your dad and Alice went back to Vancouver, it definitely wasn’t as hard as a goodbye. Unfortunately, your dad and Alice weren’t able to get more time off work to come back to Toronto the following week for Mia’s birthday. But, Nate and Mya were going to be there and that was more than you could’ve asked for. Also, your dad and Alice made sure to spend a bit more time with Mia and gave her a little gift before they had to get to Pearson and fly home. 

On the Monday before Mia’s birthday, you were out with Mitchy picking up a few things in preparation for the little birthday party you and Auston were having for her that following weekend. It worked out nicely too because you didn’t have much work to do for your job that day and managed to finish it all before Mitch picked you up then the two of you embarked on your shopping trip together.. 

Mia’s actual birthday was on Thursday, which was going to consist of your little family just having a little chill day to yourselves before going to Mitch and Steph’s house for dinner because, as Mia’s godparents, the two of them insisted that there was no way they weren’t seeing their goddaughter on her birthday. But the party set to take place on Saturday was a completely different story. 

“So, you’re just not going to help me with figuring out what to get Mia?” Your cousin asked as the two of you sat down at a table to grab some lunch together before heading home. “Selfish.”

“Mitch, I don’t even know what to get her,” you replied. “Auston was the one that came up with her birthday gift this year. I’ll probably get her a toy of some sort just to toss in with it seeing as Auston picked out clothes and stuff. And besides, you don’t have to get her anything.”

He scoffed at your last comment.

“Did he show you what he picked out at least?”

“No! He hid everything from me so I wouldn’t give him shit about it.”

“Now why would you give him shit?” Mitch asked, laughing. 

“I think the fact that he dropped a Gucci bag while taking out the recycling this morning, then looked at me with wide eyes before booking it into the garage and avoiding the situation entirely, speaks enough for itself,” you responded, making your cousin laugh even harder. 

“Incredible.”

“Mia doesn’t need Gucci slides, Mitchell. She’s two.”

“Try telling that to your husband,” he replied with a shrug, making you roll your eyes. “And here I am wondering how the hell me and Steph are going to do better than last year's gift.”

“Is it wrong of me to guess that you won’t?” You questioned while looking at him with an expression that resembled the yikes emoji, earning yourself a look of disbelief from your cousin. 

“Y/N!”

“What? You know how much Mia loves that stuffed whale that you and Steph got her last year. It’s literally her comfort item. I genuinely don’t know how you expect to top that when even me and Auston can’t.”

“Ok, that’s fair. That makes me feel a bit better.”

“Drama queen,” you grumbled just as the waiter approached, thankful that their presence seemingly covered what you just said. 

You and Mitch were at one of your favourite restaurants in the city, so neither of you needed to look at the menu to know what you wanted seeing as it was the place you frequented the most together. So, after kindly greeting the waiter, who already recognized the two of you, and placed your orders, you both soon fell into comfortable silence and began doing your own thing while waiting. 

Almost instinctively, you messaged Auston to see what he and Mia were up to and how they were doing. He briefed you on how he took Mia downtown to the Distillery District with Frank and that they walked around for a bit before going on a little lunch date themselves before going back home to unwind a bit. You couldn’t help but smile at the image that entered your thoughts as you picture your little family on their day off, but were then interrupted by Mitch laughing out loud. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled after he noticed you jump at his sudden outburst. “Steph just sent me this tweet. Hold on, I’ll send it to you too.”

A moment later, your phone vibrated with a new notification and sure enough, it was a link to the tweet that Mitch was talking about. You clicked it couldn’t help but chuckle when Twitter opened and showed a meme talking about things only people who lived in Toronto would understand. After reading it, you shook your head then went to tap the little home button to see if there was anything new on your feed, but then you realized that you had a notification. 

It was weird though, because you hardly ever used Twitter. When you did, it was just to scroll through and get caught up on things you may have otherwise missed or to see something someone else sent you. However, for the past month you were more drawn to the app and you hated why. 

Since around Christmastime, literally the day after you fainted and learned that you had anemia, you’ve been the subject of an unnecessarily large amount of internet hate and you just couldn’t look away. 

This kind of thing wasn’t new. Ever since you first started dating Auston back at the beginning of 2017, there’d been a fair share of comments and speculations made by accounts with no name or picture that seemingly went out of their to talk shit about your relationship. Usually, you were unbothered by it all. Sure, some of the comments stung but you always reminded yourself that these people knew nothing about your life or your relationship. It was unfortunate there were people in the world that just had nothing better to do than have opinions about strangers and felt the need to bring them down because of it and so it was never something you tried to entertain. But, this time around, their words were really getting to you.

You knew you shouldn’t care, however,  you couldn’t help but wonder what the notification could be about, so, you clicked and saw that you had been mentioned in a tweet. Even more curious, seeing as you didn’t recognize the profile of the person who mentioned you, you then tapped on the tweet to see that it was actually someone defending you. 

And yet, you still felt your heart drop because that tweet was actually part of a whole thread going off about how rough you looked when you and Mitch were briefly seen at Costco about an hour prior while the two of you were there getting supplies for Mia’s party.

You suddenly became more self-conscious of the messy bun your hair was thrown up into on the top of your head. But it wasn’t just that either, it was your baggy grey hoodie that you didn’t even realize actually belonged to Auston until you were met by the familiar scent of his cologne once you put it on and your simple black tights seeing as you were beyond the point of trying to squeeze into jeans anymore with your growing baby bump, as well. The most impressive part of your outfit was how it seamlessly hid your stomach and that wasn’t even intentional. 

When you were getting ready that morning, you didn’t think you’d have to dress up to hangout with your cousin as the two of you did some running around then get lunch, now you were thinking you should have. But why? Why did these people seemingly care so much? But what you really didn’t get was why you once again, took what they were saying to heart. 

Mitch noticed the way your smile soon turned into a frown as you stared at your screen. He wasn’t going to say anything at first, but after a moment passed and he saw your eyes become glossy as you continued scrolling, there was no way he couldn’t.

“Y/N?” He asked, making you jump as you snapped your attention to him. “What’s bothering you?”

Honestly, if it was anyone but Mitch, you would’ve immediately gone into denial. But when it came to your cousin, someone who has been by your side literally your entire life and knew you better than a lot of people, it was impossible because he could just simply read through your lies. 

“It’s stupid, really,” you sighed. 

“If it’s making you upset, it isn’t stupid. Everything ok?”

You didn’t respond, instead you glanced down at your phone at the still-open Twitter thread then set the device down on the table and slid it towards your cousin. Mitchy looked at you skeptically, but then picked up your phone and started reading what was on the screen as well.

It didn’t take long for his eyebrows to furrow in disappointment as he scrolled and took even less time for that disappointment to turn into anger. 

“Mitchy-.”

“Who the hell do these people think they are?”

“I don’t know,” you whispered, shaking your head as you fought to keep the tears you already knew were welled up in your eyes from spilling over. “I try so hard not to pay attention to things like that Mitch, but they've been coming for my throat lately and having that on top of everything else I’m dealing with is just a lot.”

“Y/N, there’s a comment of someone saying apparently you looked worse today than when another person saw you last week when you were crying,” he explained, sounding confused but also pissed off. “How long has it been this bad?”

“About a month now. And yeah, I saw those comments as I was getting home from the appointment I had with my therapist last week. That’s why I was crying.”

“Excuse me? That’s what they’re referring to?” Mitch asked incredulously. “Oh, my god. Y/N, I’m so sorry, this is fucked up. I’m tempted to say something, I-. What does Auston think about it all?”

“No, don’t!” You stressed, knowing full well that he’d definitely make a comment in your defence if you didn’t stop him. “And, Auston doesn’t know.”

“What do you mean he doesn’t know? Has he not seen how upset this is making you?”

“No,” you replied before pausing. “I haven’t let him.”

Mitch’s expression softened at that, but he still looked at you with a stern gaze. 

“Y/N, you can’t keep blocking him out,” he stated. “I know the two of you talked the other day and things are good. You don’t have to deal with this alone. Auston will listen, you just have to give him the chance to.”

“I know,” you said, then sighed again. “Things have just been so good since we talked and that’s what I’ve been focusing on. I honestly forgot about the comments until I saw that I got mentioned in one of them. But you’re right, I don’t know why I just haven’t told Auston. I guess it does kind of indirectly involve him. I’ll tell him once I get home.”

“As you should. He’d probably find a classier way to shut that shit down than I would anyways.”

You laughed at that. 

“You’re not wrong. But thank you, Mitchy. You have no idea what it means to me knowing that I always have you looking out for me. And Steph. I’m very grateful for both of you.”

“Good, cause we’re not going anywhere,” he stated as a matter of factly, then glanced away as he noticed the waiter approaching again. “Also, I’ll be following up on whether or not you told Auston.”

“Yes, Mitchell. I’d expect nothing less.”

After you finished getting lunch with Mitchy, he drove you home, but didn’t leave without saying hi to Mia first seeing as she was already out with Auston when Mitch picked you up. He didn’t stay for too long though seeing as he knew he’d be seeing his goddaughter again in the upcoming days for her birthday. 

Once Mia was done saying bye to her Mitchy, Auston saw him to the door and locked it behind him while you took your daughter upstairs to put her down for her afternoon nap. You were pretty tired by then, thinking that taking your own nap would be nice too and as you snuck out of Mia’s room and gently closed the door behind you, only to meet Auston in the hallway as he came up the stairs, it seemed like he had the same idea too. 

A few minutes later, the two of you were laying in bed all curled up together. Auston had you wrapped in his arms; his left leg slung over both of yours, while you rested against his chest, letting yourself relax and your eyes gradually flutter shut with each breath he took. He let out a sigh of contentment, and that was when thoughts of your conversation with Mitch started creeping into your mind again. 

There was no point in telling Auston right at that moment about the Twitter trolls, you could easily just tell him later. But since you started thinking about it, you knew you wouldn’t stop until you talked with your husband, therefore, became less relaxed. 

“Something’s bothering you,” Auston spoke, surprising you and making you roll your eyes at how that man could read you like a freaking book.  

“It’s nothing to worry about right now,” you replied and snuggled closer to him. “I’ll tell you after we nap.”

“Babe, I know you. You’re not going to rest until you get whatever it is bothering you off your chest. You can tell me.”

At that, you sighed.

“You know me well, Matthews.”

“I’m assuming that’s part of why you agreed to marry me, isn’t it?” He teased as you shifted away from him so that the two of you could face each other, but not away from his embrace. 

“That, and your irritating charm,” you replied as a matter of factly, making him chuckle. You smiled too as he delicately reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, then leaned against his touch as he let his hand linger there for a moment, studying you. 

“What’s going on in that mind of yours, bub?”

 “A lot of things,” you told him honestly. “Mainly good, but a couple not so good.”

He looked at you and nodded. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yeah, if that’s ok with you.” 

“Of course it is,” he responded. “You never have to ask, you know that. What’s bothering you?”

“Well,” you sighed. “It seems pretty pathetic the more I think of it.”

“It’s not pathetic if it’s getting to you this much. Clearly it’s something important.”

“I- I guess you’re right. But, I think it’ll be easier to show you instead of trying to explain it. Do you have your phone?”

“Yeah, it’s just over there,” he explained, then rolled over to grab the device from there it rested on his bedside table, then faced you again. “Do you need it?”

“No,” you replied, smiling at just how much this man made your heart swell so effortlessly. “But, I want you to go on Twitter for me, please. Then search my first and last name and see what comes up. But make sure it’s our last name.”

Auston looked at you curiously, but still nodded and did as you asked. You laid there and observed as he unlocked his phone, opened Twitter and assumingly typed in your name. As he scrolled, you witnessed his soft and relaxed expression turn hard while he read each and every comment made about you, his brows furrowing as he did so. 

“Babe?” You asked after a couple of minutes.

“Y/N, these things that people are saying about you are so unnecessary,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “And they’re recent. How long has this been happening?”

“It’s always been a thing, but over the last month it’s just gotten out of hand,” you explained, sniffling a bit as you tried to not get upset over this, but failed miserably. “Some of them are just so mean. I’ve never felt like I was being watched or anything, but now I feel like I’m under this microscope just so people can attack me and go off about how everything I do is wrong. Usually I just ignore it. I don’t know why any of these people think it’s ok to make comments like that on someone’s life without knowing anything about it, but it’s been happening more frequently and it’s hard to ignore, Aus.”

“I don’t even know what to say. They’re talking about you not being at games and making comments about how you look. These people have no clue what the hell you’re going through. This is insane. T-they haven’t made any mean comments about you being pregnant, have they?”

“No, babe. I haven’t seen any comments about that,” you told him, knowing he was already putting blame on himself, which you refused to let him do. “I don’t think anyone assumes that we’re expecting again. Probably because of how I haven’t been going out all that much lately unless it’s with Mia real quick or to an appointment. But, Auston, that’s beside the point. Can you look at me for a sec?”

His brown eyes immediately snapped to yours, moving from his phone screen for the first time since he began reading the tweets. He was frowning and you knew it was because this was beginning to bother him as much as it bothered you.

“This is not your fault.”

“Y/N, the reason people even feel the need to make comments like this about you, is because of me. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be getting attacked like this for literally no reason at all.”

“Do you not think I knew that when we started dating in the first place?” You challenged him. “That I didn't know people would constantly be criticising our relationship? I knew what I was getting myself into and if that was do or die for me, I wouldn’t be here with you right now. You are worth everything. And  besides, Auston, it's not you, it’s them. I didn’t tell you this to upset you. I’m just trying to be better with letting you know how I’m feeling and this is something that’s really been bugging me lately.”

At that, Auston’s hardened expression softened as he took in everything you said, then nodded.

“You’re right,” he spoke softly. “Thank you for not letting me get too in my head about it and for being so open with me, baby.”

“Of course,” you replied while smiling at him, then glanced down at his phone, which still had Twitter open. “I wish I could tell them to fuck off without causing a whole scene because of it.”

“I’ll say something.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Y/N-,” he started to argue, but you cut him off. 

“Please, Auston. Don’t,” you replied firmly. “You know as well as I do that if anyone was to react in my defence to this, especially you, it’d cause an uproar. It’d get way worse before it got better. Although I appreciate the thought and really don’t know how else I can make this better, I know that’s not the way to do it. And besides, I don’t think the Leafs PR would love you picking fights with random accounts on Twitter.”

“Fine,” he sighed, rolling his eyes slightly because he knew you were right. “Just know that if I can come up with a way to shut all of that down without directly telling those people to fuck off, I’m doing it.”

“I’d expect nothing less, and I wish you luck with trying to come up with a way to do that. But for now, I think I’ll just delete Twitter. That way I can just avoid it entirely. Thank you for listening to me vent about this, though.”

“I’m glad you did. And please try to not let what they’re saying get to you, Y/N. They’re not true. These people know nothing about you and if they did, they wouldn’t be able to say any of that because they’d know how amazing you are.”

“Thank you, Aus,” you replied, then leaned over to peck his lips before laying back down and cuddling close to him again. “I don’t know about you, but I definitely need a nap now.”

“You and me both,” he responded then laid down too, making sure to wrap his arms around you again. “Then when we wake up, we’ll get to see our little girl again too.”

~*~

Three days later was Mia’s birthday, which was pretty hard for you and Auston to accept, but you couldn't have asked for the day to turn out any better than it did. 

The morning started pretty simple. You woke up resting against Auston’s exposed upper body, shivering slightly at the cool air that filled the room, then spotted the pyjamas shorts that you never put on the night before partially hanging off the edge of the bed. It was easy to assume that the t-shirt you planned to wear as well must’ve fallen onto the floor during the activities you and your husband engaged in after taking a romantic and intimate bath together. However, you were unbothered by it all because you felt great. 

The sun peeked through the closed curtains, filling your bedroom with warm orange rays of light as the sun continued to rise outside, making you smile as you basked in the rays and at the thought of how it wouldn’t be too long until Mia was awake. Your two-year old. What a concept. 

Auston shifted next to you, making you wonder if he was still asleep or not. But when he gently stroked your arm as he moved his hand up to start playing with your hair, you got your answer. 

“Good morning,” you said, smiling as you moved away from him. You didn’t bother covering your chest either as you kissed his bicep then leaned onto your elbow so you could face him. However, instead of the seeing the usual smile Auston greeted you with most mornings, he was frowning. Which made you do the same. “You ok?”

“What makes you think I’m not ok?” He asked, curiously. 

“You’re moping.”

“I’m not!”

“Ok, if you’re not sulking then let’s go get Mia,” you prodded. “Our two-year old.”

“No, stop,” he whined dramatically and rolled away from you, not stopping until he was on his stomach but still turned his head back to face you. “I’m sensitive.”

“This is hitting you pretty hard, huh?”

“She’s two, babe! Time is moving way too quick. How can I not be upset over that?”

“And dramatic,” you pointed out, making him roll his eyes. 

“You’re acting pretty chill for someone who is the mother of said two year old and her soon to be little sibling,” he challenged, making you frown. 

“I know that, but you don’t gotta remind me.”

“You know I’m teasing,” Auston replied, then leaned over to place a soft peck on your bump before looking up at you. “Man, Mia is going to be the best big sister.”

“She really is,” you agreed while pushing your hand through your husband's hair. “I still don’t think she completely understands the concept of how there’s going to be a baby around all the time in a few months just yet, but she did point to my stomach the other day while we were taking a walk and asked if ‘her baby’ was warm.”

“And I missed it?” He asked while looking at you with a face that resembled the pleading emoji, a pout forming on his lips as you nodded. “What’d we do to deserve the sweetest little girl on the planet as our daughter?”

“I don’t know, but I’d say we’re pretty freaking lucky to have her. God, can you believe that she’s two already? Like that’s insane to me.”

“I don’t think I’ve fully processed it, yet. What do you mean she’s not going to be small forever?”

Both of you laughed after that, but it was really just a way to cover up the pain. However, before either of you could think about it for too much longer, you heard Mia shuffle through the monitor and listened as she said good morning to Frank, who decided to sleep in her room the night before.

“I guess that’s our cue,” you said to Auston, then leaned down to peck the side of his mouth before rolling away from him and getting out of the bed. Goosebumps raised on your skin as you wrapped a blanket around your body and made way to the ensuite, but had to pause when an all too familiar wave of lightheadedness crashed into you. 

“Babe?” Auston asked. Concern laced his voice as he sat up right away and watched you grip onto the duvet and slowly sit down on the ottoman that was positioned at the end of the bed, your eyes closed as you did so. He immediately stood up, keeping the bed sheet wrapped around his lower body as he went to where you were sitting, crouching down and taking your hand into his, noticing how cold you felt, before gently rubbing over your knuckles with his thumb. “Hey, I’m right here.”

“Thank you,” you responded after taking a few deep breaths, then slowly opened your eyes to meet his gaze again once you felt ok enough to do so. “I think I’m alright, must’ve just stood up too fast.”

A small sigh left his mouth as he continued looking at you with the same expression he looked at you with when you told him about the Twitter troll's other dau. As if he was trying to read your mind. 

“I worry about you,” he spoke quietly. You knew he didn’t mean it in a way to upset you and you didn’t take it that way either. Auston was letting himself be vulnerable while getting something off his chest, just like you had been doing a lot lately by working on not shutting him out. The least you could do was listen to him, and you wanted to. “So much. You have no idea how much harder it’s gotten to leave for away games with you constantly feeling like this.”

“It sucks,” you agreed with him. “But, it’ll all be worth it in the end, Aus, when our baby is here. We both just have to stick it out for a few months longer. It’s not going to be easy, but we can do it. I know we can.” 

You maintained eye contact with him as you spoke and were able to see the way his gaze softened as he hung onto every word you said. However, he didn’t respond. Instead, he nodded then pulled you into his embrace, which you gladly accepted.

“You are the strongest person I know,” Auston eventually said, making you laugh slightly, then him to move away so he could look at you again. “I mean it, babe. I swear, you’re like Superwoman. It doesn’t matter what shitty hand you’re dealt, you always see the best parts of it and power through. You’re incredible.”

“Well now you’re going to make me cry,” you replied, letting out another laugh in an attempt to cover the sob that was inevitably going to escape your mouth. When in actuality, tears were already streaming down your face and you were sniffling, but not in a bad way. “And here I was thinking my hormones weren’t going to be as bad as they were when I was pregnant with Mia.”

“Oh, and you claim I’m the one that’s going to be emotional today over it being Mia’s birthday.”

“You are and we both know it.”

“Touche,” he smiled as he squeezed your knee, then leaned in to peck your lips real quick. “Why don’t you wait here and I’ll go grab Mia? Then we can get ready and go downstairs for breakfast.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” you nodded, then watched him stand and leave the room as you began mentally preparing yourself for what the rest of the day would consist of. 

As soon as you and Auston wished Mia a happy birthday, she took the idea of being the centre of attention and ran with it. She absolutely loved and was thriving being the prime focus of everyone who FaceTimed her that morning to wish her well and would make sure to remind you and Auston that it was her special day constantly because of how hyped up she felt. 

A few snarky comments were made between you and Auston over who Mia got her ego from. However, it was still apparent that she got it from her dad, but Auston had to make sure the fact that she got her sass from you was still known. 

After breakfast the two of you gave Mia her gifts. As you suspected, Auston bought her unnecessary luxury items that no two year old in the world would ever need. But, you had to admit Mia looked pretty freaking cute strutting around in a tiny pair of custom Air Force Ones and a Prada bucket hat that matched ones Auston owned too. What you contributed to the gift was this little nurse kit you saw after getting lunch with Mitchy on Monday. It had little toy bandages, a stethoscope and a bunch of other items, along with a little bag to carry them all in. Seeing how Mia was always concerned and wanted to help when she thought one of the people she cared about was sad or hurt, the nurse kit seemed like a very fitting gift. And with the way Mia smiled like crazy once she saw it, then wanted to open the kit right away, you knew you made a good call. 

Once the initial birthday hype dwindled a little bit, a couple of hours later, you found yourself cuddling on the couch with Mia as the two of you watched Inside Out together. You had finished all the work you needed to do for the day and Mia was fading fast as she rested against your side, holding onto her stuffed whale with one arm and letting the other rest on your bump. Each time you glanced down at her, she continued fighting to keep her eyes open. However, once you started gently rubbing her head, seeing as you knew it was nap time, she was done for and soon passed right out.

Not too long after that, Auston returned home after running downtown real quick and thanks to the look you gave him once he walked through the door, knew he needed to be quiet. 

“That didn’t take long,” he spoke softly after he took off his coat and shoes, then came into the living room. He made sure to give you a quick kiss as he walked by, then curled up on the other end of the couch with Frank before looking back to you and smirking. “Did Mia think you weren’t feeling well?”

“Hmm?” You responded, confused by what would make him think that because in the moment, you felt fine.

“You have bandages on your face, bub.”

“Oh! Yeah, she thought I wasn’t feeling good and only agreed to lay down with me and watch the movie if she could make me feel better first. I just forgot that including sticking bandages on my face.”

Auston laughed as he watched you peel off the two bandages from Mia’s nurse kit that were stuck on your cheeks, then looked at you with a kind of serious gaze once your eyes met his again. 

“How are you feeling, though?”

“I’m alright,” you explained. “A little tired, but otherwise, both physically and mentally, I’m feeling pretty good right now. This little girl has been playing a big part in that, for sure.”

“I’m glad,” Auston replied with a smile then stood up again. “You rest. As soon as Mia is awake again, she’ll be wondering when we’re going over to Mitch and Steph’s so you might miss your window of opportunity. I’m going to get a drink, though. Would you like anything?”

“I’d love some water. Thanks, baby.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.”

You smiled as you watched him leave the room, then let your head fall back against the pillow and took a breath. Mia shifted beside you, but only to snuggle closer to you, which made you smile even wider as softly ran your hand through her curls. Then your gaze fell to your phone, which was resting on the cushion next to you, as it lit up with a notification. 

It was an Instagram notification. After the talk you had with Auston about the unnecessary hate you were getting, primarily on Twitter seeing as that was the only social media account you didn’t have set as private, and how it was affecting your mental health; you deleted the app entirely. Which, in complete honesty, did give you a peace of mind because it was all just easier to ignore that way. Although part of you wished you were gutsy enough to shut down the people who were attacking you, and were well aware of how the people who cared about you had no issue in saying something, ignoring it seemed like the easiest thing to do. 

It was nice seeing a social media notification and not getting anxious because of it, so without thinking too much about it, you unlocked your phone to see what was going on, on Instagram. 

The notification was about something the Maple Leafs account had posted, which instantly piqued your interest because you knew the post would have something to do with either your husband, cousin, or just one of the guys. You knew they weren’t playing that night, they were still on bye week, which made you wonder what the post could be about even more. So, without wasting any more time, you clicked the notification and were brought to the post. 

Much to your surprise, there wasn’t even a proper caption on the post. Instead, it was just a link to donate and a hashtag that said #BellLetsTalk. 

Bell Let’s Talk was something you were very familiar with. It was an annual event hosted by Bell, a major telecommunications company in Canada that was an awareness campaign to help bring attention to and support mental health initiatives across the country, as well as try to end the negative stigma that tends to surround mental health struggles. Although you believed that there should be events similar to this one for every day of the year as opposed to one, you still took part because regardless, it was still for a good cause.

During the event, which lasts 24 hours, Bell donates five cents for every call and text their customers send that day. The same thing goes for every Tweet that is shared using the Bell Let’s Talk hashtag and each time their promotional videos are shared and viewed, as well as a number of other ways for people to take part on all social media platforms.

It was a campaign you supported greatly with how close it hit to home. Having faced mental health struggles for much of your life and knowing how it truly was something that affected everyone in some way, you took part in Bell Let’s Talk and donated to the cause every year. However, up until that moment, you weren’t even aware of how that day was the day of the campaign. 

Your immediate thought was to go to Bell’s website so you could donate, but before you could do that, you noticed that what the Leafs posted was a video when JT’s face appeared on your screen. The video was muted, but you were quick in turning your volume up so you could hear what he was saying. 

“Today is Bell Let’s Talk Day,” he spoke calmly, before it cut to a clip of Mitchy. 

“Mental health is something that affects us all,” your cousin said. “Whether it be something you personally face, or maybe a loved one, it’s important to bring light to these struggles and help end the stigma that surrounds them.”

“People face internal battles that you know nothing about,” Auston’s voice started, then showed him wearing the exact same black hoodie and cream coloured beanie he’d been wearing all day. “There’s no way of knowing what someone may be going through regardless of what is seen on the outside and it’s up to us to be respectful of that. Kindness goes a lot further than unnecessary hate.”

“It’s ok to not be ok,” Mo spoke next. “Ways you can help end the stigma is by clicking the link below. If you’re unable to donate, a simple tweet using the Bell Let’s Talk hashtag, Snapchat filter, or view on Bell’s video will get five cents donated towards mental health initiatives across Canada. Help be the change.”

The video went dark, and you could feel the tears welled in your eyes as you closed out of the app then looked up at Auston as he entered the room again, chuckling slightly at the way the smile that was on his face dropped once he saw you. 

“Are you ok? Did something happen?” He asked, concerned.

“No,” you told him, smiling as you shook your head, but still being careful not to disturb Mia. “I’m fine, babe. I did just see the Bell Let’s Talk video the Leafs posted, though.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s what I had to run downtown for. Did I forget to tell you?”

“You didn’t forget. You’re not that smooth, Matthews.”

“Ok, ya got me there,” he replied, letting out a small laugh as he walked towards you, then crouched down so he’d be eye level with you. “I know how important this campaign is to you and with how you’ve been getting attacked even while dealing with your own shit so much lately, I figured this would be a good way for me to subtly address that issue as well as support a great cause.”

At that, you closed your eyes and shook your head again. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” you told him honestly, and didn’t miss the small grin that tugged at his lips once you opened your eyes again. “I mean it. Thank you, Auston. Thank you for caring and never making me feel like what goes on in my mind is a burden.”

“You’re never a burden to me, Y/N. Please don’t ever forget that.”

“I’ll try not to, I promise.”

“Good,” he responded, then leaned forward to meet your mouth in a sweet kiss. You smiled against his lips, then used your free arm that wasn’t wrapped around Mia to pull him closer. After a moment, the two of you broke away from each other, but Auston stayed where he was and leaned his forehead against yours and smirked. “Did you donate?”

“Not yet,” you told him, grinning because you knew where he was going with this. “I’m not telling you how much I’m donating either because I know you’ll try to one-up me like you do every year.”

“Just trying to support a good cause,” he shrugged, then winked at you. “Proud of you though for continuously supporting something you believe in though, babe. It’s kind of hot, I must say.”

You rolled your eyes. 

“Leave it to you to turn a serious talk into flirting.”

“Why are you acting surprised?”

“Oh, I’m not,” you stated. “I expect it at this point.”

“As you should,” Auston said then pecked your lips once more before standing up again. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to squeeze in a nap before that one wakes up again.”

“Well come on then,” you replied and scooted a little closer to Mia. The couch cushions were obnoxiously wide and Auston could easily fit where you and Mia were laying. The three of you had cuddled in that same position many times before and by the way Auston stayed smiling as you said that, you knew he wasn’t opposed to the idea either. 

“Well, if you insist,” he responded, then waited as you shifted onto your side so that you’d be facing Mia and Auston crawled into the space behind you, wasting no time in getting into a big spoon position as he held you close and you both eventually fell asleep too. 

~*~

The rest of Mia's birthday consisted of going over to Mitch and Steph's for dinner and not much else, but the birthday festivities didn't end there. Two days later was Mia's birthday party with all the friends and family that could make it, and you were pretty damn excited.

The day after Mia's birthday, Nate and Mya arrived. Mya stayed for the weekend and would be flying back to Vancouver on Sunday evening, the day after Mia's party. However, Nate came packed with a giant suitcase and a gym bag full of belongings seeing as he was going to be staying at your house for the foreseeable future. It wasn't really discussed just how long Nate would be staying, but you didn't feel like you needed to. You were happy to welcome your brother into your home for however long and could tell that Auston and Mia didn't hate the idea either. 

Nate made the five and a half-hour drive from Montreal to Toronto, getting to your house around noon, then crashed in one of the guest room he was claiming as his own for the duration of his stay. A couple of hours later, after he woke back up, the two of you took his car to Pearson so you could pick up Mya, then went back home to spend the rest of the evening hanging out. 

Mia refused to leave her aunt and uncle's side until she had to go to bed; she was just so happy to have them around again. Nate and Mya ended up being the ones to put her to bed that night before joining you and Auston back downstairs to watch a movie before you all soon went to bed as well. 

The next morning, you were up early so you could start making breakfast for everyone and get all the last minute things organized for Mia's party. Normally you'd spend some of your weekends doing freelance writing and editing, seeing as the rest of the week was consumed by your PR job, which luckily you were able to work from home doing both. But this weekend, you took off entirely and left open, so you could spend time with your loved ones and, of course,  celebrate your daughter all over again. 

Not long after you first got downstairs, Auston soon entered the kitchen carrying a still sleepy-looking Mia as she leaned against his shoulder and tiredly knuckled at her eyes. 

"Morning, mommy," she greeted, her voice a little scratchy once she and Auston were beside you, then leaned away from her dad so she could hug you. 

You were at the end of being 20 weeks pregnant, and your bump was enough proof of that. Every day you were convinced that your stomach got larger, but more importantly, you just couldn't believe that you were already halfway to meeting your new baby, and you were so excited. 

Mia became accustomed to resting against your bump whenever you held her. She claimed that 'her' baby was in there and would talk to your stomach from time to time as well. She was taking the idea of you being pregnant really well, even though she didn't fully understand it, but you couldn't be happier about it. 

"Good morning, sweet girl," you replied, then took her from Auston and held her on your side. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah," she told you, then leaned against your shoulder just like she had with Auston. "Breakfast?"

"Yes, I'm making pancakes. Your favourite. Did you brush your teeth with daddy?"

"Yup!"

"Good job, baby," you responded, then placed a series of kisses on her cheek, earning yourself a series of giggles as she squirmed in your hold. Once she stopped moving around, you gave her a little squeeze and looked at your husband, who was looking towards you and Mia but seemed to be a little zoned out, then smiled. "Aus?"

"Hmm?" Auston asked and shook his head slightly before looking towards you.

"You seem in deep thought."

"Oh, uh, just thinking about everything, I guess. Mainly about how much I love my two girls, though."

You gave him a look in response, but he just smiled then engulfed both you and Mia in a bear hug. 

"Daddy!" Mia groaned and pushed him away, but she was trying to get a reaction from him with the way she was smiling at him.

"Mia! I'm hurt," he gasped as he moved away from the two of you and held a hand over his heart in fake pain. 

"What a drama queen," you whispered to Mia, making her giggle again. However, before she could respond, a genuine gasp left her mouth, which had both you and Auston on high alert. 

"Mama," she whined as she clung onto you but began squirming in your hold, moving her leg away from where it was resting against your stomach. "I don't like that."

She then looked down at your bump, which you had to admit, felt a little weird for some reason and then it all clicked. What you and Mia were feeling was your baby moving for the first time. 

"Oh, Mia," you started with a small laugh, then glanced towards Auston, who looked very confused. "That's the baby moving around."

"Wait, are you serious?" Auston asked, then moved towards you and went to place his hand on your stomach, his face lighting right up when he felt the movements too. "They're moving."

"They're moving," you repeated, then let out a small sob once Auston looked at you again. It simply wasn't possible for you not to cry during that moment, but at least they were happy tears. Your baby moving was the reminder you needed to know that every hill you've had to climb and will continue to during this pregnancy will be so worth it in the end. 

Auston then had you engulfed in another hug and kissed you sweetly before anything else can be said. However, it wasn't long until the moment was ruined by your two-year old. 

"Baby, stop!" Mia exclaimed, then reached for Auston again so she wouldn't have to feel the baby any longer. 

"Do you not want to feel your baby, mini?" Auston asked as he took Mia and tried not to laugh. 

"No," she replied grumpily, then hid her face against his chest, making both you and him unable to contain your laughter anymore. 

"What's going on?" Mya's voice spoke, causing you to glance towards the doorway into the kitchen just as she walked in.

"Tee!" Mia said excitedly, then reached towards your sister. Auston set her down, and she sped right over to Mya, who wasted no time in scooping her up and holding her close.

"Hi, bestie!" Mya replied, then hugged her niece before looking at you and Auston. "Mmm, it smells good in here. What're you making?"

"We've got some pancakes, sausage, bacon, fruit and toast right now," you told her, then glanced towards Auston. "If you guys want eggs, by all means, but I cannot do the smell of them right now."

"That's fine. I can make some if you want to go get dressed," Auston suggested and leaned down to peck your lips again. "That way, you won't have to smell them."

"Deal."

"Mia, wanna go wake up your Uncle Nate?" Mya asked. 

"Yeah!" Mia replied, smiling widely as Mya carried her out of the room. 

You then looked at Auston, who was smirking at you before shaking your head again and heading upstairs with Frank to get changed into the outfit you planned on wearing that day. 

About 45 minutes later, you were changed, had eaten breakfast with your family and were now getting everything organized before everyone began arriving at your house for the party. Once you were all done eating and everyone helped clean up, Nate and Mya started getting dressed to go outside. 

"You guys going somewhere?" You asked the two of them as you stepped into the foyer from the living room. 

"Uh, yeah, we just have to go pick something up real quick," Nate explained, awkwardly glancing towards Mya as if silently asking for help as he did so. 

"Ok, weirdos. Everyone's going to start getting here around 4."

"We'll be back in like an hour," Mya stated, then glared at Nate, making it known that the two of them were up to something.

"Y'all are shady," you teased. "Where are you even going?"

"Hey, Mia, want to come with us?" Nate asked, then tried to glance around you to see where Mia was in the living room still with Auston—smoothly changing the subject.  

"Ok!" Your daughter replied, then came running into the foyer and over to her aunt and uncle. 

"You can't just take my kid," you scoffed. 

"We'll be right back," Mya said again, then started helping Mia put on her coat and boots. "She'll be fine."

"Babe, they're right," Auston spoke up as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle. "She'll be fine with them. You know that."

"Fine," you grumbled and leaned back against Auston. "But not for too long. Mia's going to need a nap still before people start getting here. Also, just take my car, so you don't have to move her car seat."

"Sounds good," Nate responded as he opened the front door, then held his hand out for Mia to take, and the two of them walked out of the house together. 

"See ya!" Mya said, then went outside after the other two and closed the door behind her, leaving you and Auston alone in the house with Frank.

"They're up to something," you told Auston, then turned around in his hold so you could face each other. 

"When aren't they?" Auston chuckled. "I swear those two are always plotting."

"You've got a point."

He smiled at that, which soon turned into a smirk. 

"I didn't get the chance to say how good you look, baby."

"Oh," you replied softly, then glanced down at your outfit. You weren't wearing anything spectacular for the party, just a pair of ripped maternity jeans that fit you really well and a black off the shoulder long-sleeved shirt that admittedly did make your boobs look good. The outfit was accessorized with a gold necklace with a little circular disc that had an Aquarius symbol on it, Mia's zodiac sign that Steph gifted you on your birthday the year Mia was born, along with a bracelet Auston got you as a wedding gift. Your hair was in simple waves, but it seemed so soft and was glowing, which tied everything together. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that he was right. You did look good. 

Auston told you that you were beautiful every day, but this was the first day in a while that you actually felt that way. Every one who would be at Mia's party knew you were pregnant, so you didn't feel the need to hide it. Sure, you knew you didn't have to hide your pregnancy regardless, but with your loved ones, you felt comfortable enough to let your pregnancy glow really show. 

You then moved your gaze back to Auston and smiled. 

"Thank you, babe," you told him and welcomed the way his hands lingered on your waist as he pulled you closer. 

"Do you think we have time to go upstairs and, well, you know," he suggested as he looked down at you with heavy eyes full of lust. 

You bit down on your bottom lip, pondering what he was proposing for a moment, then grinned and took his hand to lead him up to your bedroom. 

"Yes, but let's make it quick."

About an hour later, after you and Auston were done with your activities upstairs, the two of you went back down to the living room and cuddled on the couch with Frank as you both waited for Nate, Mya and Mia to return home.

Not too long after that, you heard a car pull into the driveway and knew they were back. You and Auston didn't move from your spot until the front door opened. Mia's giggles filled the house, which instantly made you smile as you shifted out of Auston's hold and got up from the couch, but your mouth soon dropped open when you turned around to look into the foyer and saw a familiar blonde standing there holding your daughter. 

"Lexie?" You asked and covered your mouth as tears began pricking at your eyes as you rushed around the couch so you could greet your best friend. 

Lexie was your oldest friend. The two of you met when her family moved into a house down the street when you were both eight years old and have been inseparable ever since. She had been by your side for as long as you could remember and never strayed away. Lexie played a major role in helping you cope with your mom's death when you were 13. She was with you through the shitshow that your life felt like after you found out your ex-boyfriend, Chris, who you had been with since you were 16, was cheating on you and broke up with him five months before you met Auston and stuck around for everything in between. Nate and Mya called her their sister, and Mitch called her his honorary twin. That's how close the two of you were. 

She was also your roommate all through university, saw your relationship with Auston form and was just someone you've confided in for most of your life. Almost 20 years after the two of you first met, you were both still so incredibly close. Even though she moved to the States after you both graduated, that did nothing to strain your friendship. She was a bridesmaid in your wedding, a prominent figure in Mia's life regardless of the distance and just truly one of the best friends you've ever had. 

You and Lexie would talk at least once a week, and during your conversation the weekend prior, she apologized for not being able to come back to Toronto for Mia's birthday. It was apparent that she felt terrible, and sure, you were bummed you wouldn't be able to see your best friend, but you weren't upset. You understood that she couldn't make it, but now she was standing in your foyer, and you didn't know how to act. 

"What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean, what am I doing here?" Lexie scoffed and winked at you as she gave Mia a little squeeze. "Couldn't miss this little girl's second birthday, now could I?"

"Lexie, mama!" Mia said excitedly and couldn't stop smiling, making you feel like your heart could burst. 

Nate and Mya then peaked their heads in through the door, smiling widely. 

"Surprise!" They said in unison before coming into the house carrying bags. You then heard more doors close outside and felt confused once again. 

"I hope you don't mind, but why we really needed your car was because we needed it to pick up some other people from the airport too," Nate explained, then nodded towards the doorway just as Ema walked through the door with the rest of Auston's family not too far behind. 

You were full-on sobbing by that point and were quick in turning to hide against Auston's chest so no one would have to see your ugly cry as Auston laughed and wrapped his arms around you. 

"I'm surprised you all were able to pull it off," he said, then kissed the top of your head. 

"Wait, you were in on this?" You scolded as you moved away to look up at him, but as he grinned at you, you couldn't even pretend to be mad, then hugged him again. "Thank you, Auston."

After that, you pulled away from your husband to hug Lexie and Auston's family before everyone got settled in. 

When you and Auston first moved into your home in Toronto, it always felt big, but that was exactly what you wanted. Although there was one less bedroom now that the one across the hall from Mia's room was being transformed into a nursery, there was still enough room for everyone. Nate claimed one of the guest bedrooms on the main floor to sleep in for the duration of his stay at your house, then Mya and Lexie took the other main floor bedroom, which they would share for the next couple of days until they both had to leave. Auston's family took the basement, which was finished with two bedrooms, a washroom and a pullout couch in the living area. 

It was a full house but in the best way possible and only got better when everyone started arriving for Mia's party. 

Mitch and Steph arrived first, naturally, and you were quick in finding out that they too were in on Lexie, surprising you. Mitchy then immediately scooped up Mia as she came running into the foyer to greet him and Steph. He made his way down the hall towards the kitchen with her to say hi to everyone, leaving you and Steph to give each other a knowing look on how it'd be a while before anyone else got the chance to hang out with the birthday girl. 

Mitch's parents and brother Chris arrived not too long after, so did some friends and guys from the team along with their significant others and kids. Then the party really began. 

Mia loved having so many people she knew and loved around and had no issue being the centre of attention either. Once Mitch finally set her down again, she immediately went over to Freddie, Will and Mo, three of her favourite guys, and just sat on Fred's lap, completely content as he continued the conversation he was having. 

 An hour or so went by, and Mia was still living her best life. You and Auston knew that she would go to sleep smoothly that night because of how exhausted she'd be, but she was having so much fun, so it was definitely worth it. 

After everyone had something to eat and those who weren't driving grabbed another drink, you all gathered in the living room and dining room so Mia could open the excessive amount of gifts she had waiting for her. She got equipped, putting on her Prada bucket hat as she sat on Alex's lap then dug right in. 

Spoiled was an easy way of putting it when it came to the things Mia received for her birthday, but even then, she didn't let it get to her head. After every gift she opened, Alex would tell her who it was from, and Mia would climb off her lap, go over to whoever the present was from to hug them and say thank you before going back to her aunt and opening the next thing. 

You and Auston stood in the doorway, watching it all unfold. He stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your front again as you leaned back against him, his head gently resting on top of yours. You were pretty sure you saw Steph taking a picture of the two of you out of the corner of your eye, but you brushed it off as you shifted and placed a soft peck to Auston's bicep. 

"I still can't believe she's two," Auston said, thinking his voice was only loud enough for you to hear but was greatly mistaken. 

"Great, here we go," Lexie started from where she stood a few feet away, then looked over to where Mitch, Steph, Nate and Mya were all standing and held up her half-empty wine glass. "Drink."

They all took a drink, and that's when you noticed that many others in the room did too. 

"Hey," Auston whined as he looked around at everyone. "What's going on?"

"We all made a drinking game," Will spoke up. "Whenever you get sulky about Mia being a year older, we have to drink."

"I'm allowed to be, ok!" Auston defended, meanwhile you were trying not to cry laugh. 

"That's another drink," Mitchy stated, then cheered his drink with Mo before they all took a sip again. 

Auston looked so offended, which only made it better as everyone started laughing. 

"Babe, do you see what they're doing to us?" He asked and looked down at you. 

"This isn't about Y/N. This is about you," Bre told him. 

"Yeah, we only drink when it's you getting emotional," Steph elaborated. "Y/N is pregnant. She gets a free pass."

"Well, I'll just keep my mouth shut then, I guess," Auston grumbled, then went back to leaning against you and lowered his voice. "Even though she's going to be my mini forever."

"Drink!"

~*~

Almost a week later, you found yourself laying on the bed in the same building your doctor was in, about to get an ultrasound so you could see how your baby was doing and find out their gender. 

It was just a regular Friday afternoon, and you hadn't done a whole lot that morning, but you were exhausted. You had trouble falling asleep the night before because you got so nervous. Although you were just having a regular checkup with your doctor then getting the ultrasound done, you couldn't help but feel anxious because you kept worrying you were going be told something you didn't want to hear yet again when it came to you and your baby. 

You were scared, to put it simply. But luckily for you, Auston was there. 

Bye week had come to an end, and Auston was back playing games again, but they were at home. After the game he was to play the following day, the Leafs would be on the road again. But you got almost two full weeks of your husband being at home the entire time, so you weren't going to be greedy about it either. 

Auston had a practice that morning, so the plan was for him to meet you downtown for your appointments after. Your first appointment wasn't until 2pm, so as you waited until then, you, Mia, Nate, Steph and Lexie all got lunch downtown with Auston's family. Auston's family was flying back to Arizona that weekend, so it was just them and Nate in the house still, but you loved it. 

Ema, Alex and Bre all joined you for a few trips to various stores as you slowly continued getting things ready for your baby's nursery, and you spent a lot of nights in the kitchen having talks with Brian about everything going on in life. You adored Auston's family, that was a known thing, and you couldn't even begin to explain how much it meant to have them around and as involved as they were.

The same went for Nate and Lexie. He'd only been staying at your house for a week, but Nate had been so helpful around the house without you even having to ask. He just did his own thing but was also there helping with chores, keeping Mia occupied while you did work and taking Frank for walks whenever he felt like stepping out of the house for a bit. Lexie only stayed at your house for a couple of nights before visiting with friends and family she hadn't seen since the last time she was in Toronto. You still saw her almost every day, though. There was even a day where you and Mia joined her in driving a couple of hours out of the city to visit her parents, who you hadn't seen in a long time. But were always like second parents to you. 

Lexie would be staying in the city for at least another week, which was terrific. You had so many people that you cared about around again, which was amazing. You still had your usual Toronto fam, too, with Mitchy, Steph and some of the other guys on the team along with their wives and girlfriends. You still got to see a lot even without going to as many games as you usually would if you felt better physically. 

You woke up that morning feeling a little lightheaded and nauseous, which you immediately assumed was because of your anemia, but you knew it was also because of your nerves. However, as the day progressed and you spent time with your loved ones, you gradually felt better about your upcoming appointments. Then when you met up with Auston after lunch, those worries went away even more. 

Just having him near did wonders for your nerves seeing as he and Mia were two of your constant reminders that everything would be alright. 

The appointment with your doctor went much better than you were expecting. She could tell you were nervous but had nothing bad to share, which made you feel like an invisible weight had been lifted from your chest. Your baby was healthy, and so were you, which is all you wanted to hear before going down a couple of floors to where you'd be getting your ultrasound done. 

Mia was so good during it all too, and Auston was a big reason for that. She was just naturally more comfortable in any setting whenever he was around. Although she wasn't a fan of all the weird-looking machines in the ultrasound room, Auston kept her calm as the two of them chatted from where they sat on the other side of the room.

"Mia, what is with you and touching my moustache today?" Auston asked, making you laugh as you turned your head towards them and continued waiting for the doctor to come in. He had a point, though. Mia had been oddly fascinated by his moustache that day and just wouldn't stop poking it. Just after he said that she touched it again. "Mini!"

"Caterpillar, daddy," she replied casually, making Auston's mouth fall open in disbelief, and you gasp as you tried to contain your laughter. 

"Excuse me, did you just say my moustache looked like a caterpillar?"

"Yup," she confirmed, earning a scoff from her father. "Not pretty, though."

"I, I don't even know what to say to that," he responded, feeling speechless as he looked towards you for help.

"Don't look at me," you chuckled. "I haven't been telling her that, but I think I know who has."

"Hmm, looks like someone has been spending too much time with her uncle," Auston said, knowing what you were implying as he looked back to Mia. "The next time Uncle Nate says that mini, you tell him that at least your daddy can grow a moustache, unlike him."

"Oh, my God," you groaned, still smiling but soon had to recollect yourself as the doctor came in and did your ultrasound. 

The ultrasound also went really well. It didn't take too long. The doctor was great and even let Mia come over to stand next to the bed and hold your hand as it all happened. Then you, her and Auston were able to go back home together, having further confirmation that your baby was doing ok and their gender. 

You were thrilled. Both you and Auston cried a little bit after finding out and couldn't stop smiling as you explained what it all meant to Mia. 

Once the three of you got home, you all went upstairs to your bedroom and decided to lay down together. No one else was home, everyone was out still, and you knew they wouldn't be back until closer to dinnertime, which gave the perfect opportunity for a little family nap. 

After you changed into some comfy clothes, you and Mia got all snuggled in bed together as Frank curled up at the end of it, and Auston went into the ensuite to take a quick shower. Mia was fading fast as she cuddled you, resting against your bump and fighting to keep her eyes open as you mindlessly played with her curls. 

A few minutes later, Auston emerged from the ensuite, but Mia was already asleep. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of his two girls and wasted no time walking over to the bed. You went to shift to look at him better, but he quickly stopped you.

"Wait, no, can you stay like that for a sec?"

"Oh," you replied, confused, but still did as he asked. 

Auston then grabbed his phone and held it above where you and Mia were lying so he could snap a picture of the two of you. You chuckled and immediately looked down towards Mia so that your face would be covered by your hair a little bit. Once he was done taking the picture, he sat down and looked towards you again. 

"She's really going to be a big sister soon," he said disbelievingly and shook his head. "Like we've known for months now, but I just still can't wrap my head around it."

"Me neither," you told him and smiled softly. "Everything is going to be so different, but in the best possible way. Hell, even this pregnancy has been different. I'm not even referring to what I've been going through, either. This has really been able to stay our little secret aside from our loved ones, and that just feels good. We're going to be the ones to share our news, not anyone else."

"Exactly. Speaking of that, I think I have an idea for how we can share our news before we lose our chance to do so."

"It's overly dramatic, isn't it?"

"A little bit," he admitted. "But in a good way. Might end up breaking the internet a little bit, though."

"Auston," you started, feeling a little unsure. 

"Only if you're ok with it, of course. We don't have to."

After he explained his idea, you shook your head at how wild it was. 

"Babe, that'll literally be how our friends and family find out what we're having too. You know that, right?"

"I do," Auston nodded. "Which makes me want to do it a bit more. I'm feeling kind of chaotic."

"I can tell," you responded as he crawled under the blankets on the other side of Mia, then looked back to you. "But, if that's what you want to do, then sure. I'm just glad it's on our terms."

"Me too, just get ready for all the calls and texts from everyone."

"Oh, I'm ready."

The two of you fell silent as Auston went on his phone, then a couple of moments later, your phone lit up with a notification saying that you'd been tagged in a picture on Instagram. Although you already knew what it was, you still gave Auston a look, then unlocked your phone to see what the picture was of and felt speechless as you took it in. 

The photo was the one he'd just taken about ten minutes prior, and it was beautiful. Your baby blue sweater stuck out against the white bedding you laid on and looked aesthetically pleasing with the way it matched the tiny elastic that was holding Mia's hair away from her face as she slept. Mia's face was only partially visible as she laid next to you with her arm draped over your bump. Your face was in it more than Mia's was, which you preferred, and you were looking down at Mia with a huge smile, and even you had to admit, it was a lovely picture. Auston sure was getting better with using portrait mode.

However, this picture wasn't just announcing your pregnancy to the world. It also revealed something else that Auston typed out as the photo's caption. 

Baby boy Matthews, coming soon. See you in June, little man. 💙

[hockeytrashgoblin]

High~ Part 5

A/n: Finally a Mitch part in my Mitch story lmao hope you guys like it. I already have twelve separated parts and I’m not even halfway through so that’s great.

It had been almost 2 months since I had last seen Auston on purpose. I saw him at games when I'd go with Will but we wouldn't really talk at all. He wanted space and time so I was giving it to him. In the meantime I was becoming very close with Mitch. He basically moved in with us to help me and keep an eye on me. He really wanted to be around me and the baby as much as he could. 

Right now Mitch and I were sitting on the couch watching the leafs play in Florida. Mitch was injured so he couldn't go on the trip. I felt baby moving around really strong.

"Mitchie give me your hand."

"Why?" He asked distractedly reaching out his hand. I put it on my belly where I felt the baby moving. He didn't react at first but suddenly baby moved hard and Mitch was paying me full attention. "Was that baby? Did that little bean just kick me?"

"Yeah it did." I said smiling at the excitement in his voice.

"That's so cool! Hi baby!" He said to my belly putting his other hand on it. "I can't believe I just felt a baby move inside you."

"You're the first one to feel it besides me."

"Really? Not even William?"

"Baby didn't want to kick hard enough apparently."

"This is so incredible. Do you think baby likes me the best?"

"Oh for sure." I said with a big smile running my hand through his hair. Before I knew what was happening he lunged up and kissed me.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. I couldn't help it. I'm so sorry."

"Mitch you're fine, it's fine."

"I was just overwhelmed with so much feeling."

"Hey listen. It's okay." I said holding his face and giving him a small kiss. "See? Totally okay."

"I can't believe Aus doesn't want any part of this."

"Yeah well, I told him he didn't have to."

"Why?"

"I'd rather have everyone in baby's life want it and want to love it. I want a loving environment for baby. If Auston is going to be resentful of baby, I don't want him to know baby."

"That's fair I guess. I just dont get him. He was so dead set on you. Of never leaving you again."

"All it shows me is that he's never going to change. As soon as it's not his way or what he wants he leaves. He's not coming back this time. Maybe as a friend but that's it. I can't do it again. Plus I have to think about baby now." I put my hand on my belly and Mitch covered my hand with his.

"He's an idiot. Not only did he lose the perfect girl, he also lost his baby."

"His second baby."

"What?"

"Well before I got pregnant and lost it due to the stress he put on me."

"God. I'm so sorry (y/n)." He kissed my forehead and cuddled up beside me.

"It wasn't the right time. I think things happen for a reason. Maybe I wasn't ready then."

"Everything is going good this time though right? We're at 5 months and you're doing good."

"We are yeah." I smiled at him. "Baby's kicking again."

"That's so cool. Maybe baby will be a soccer player."

"Maybe a dancer."

"There's so many things. So many possibilities. I can't wait to see every little thing baby does." He said smiling gently as he rubbed my belly. "If you'll let me of course. Sorry I keep talking like it's my baby too."

"Of course I'll let you Mitch. You don't have to be sorry. It's sweet how excited you are about this."

"It's just so amazing. Your body is creating a human. Soon to be the cutest baby in the world."

"If it looks like Aus it will be."

"No silly, if it looks like you."

"Mitch come on." I rolled my eyes but he shook his head.

"I mean it. You're the cutest person I've ever seen and your baby is going to be beautiful just like you."

"Mitchie..that's so sweet of you to say."

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm just feeling a lot right now."

"What are you feeling?"

"Good. I'm just feeling good and happy. You're making me happy."

"Good." He said kissing my forehead again.

"It scares me a little."

"Why?"

"Whenever I'm happy things go bad. I don't want you to disappear or find something you hate about me."

"(Y/n) I'm not Auston. I'm not about to leave you anytime soon. I promise."

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise." He linked pinkies and gave me a gentle smile before leaning in and giving me an even gentler kiss. I tangled my hand in his hair to keep him there a few seconds longer. He pulled away and smirked at me. "If I didn't know better I'd say you enjoy kissing me."

"Well good thing you know better." I teased bringing his lips back to mine in a real kiss which led to a full on makeout session where he came in his pants. He was embarrassed but I didn't mind and I told him that much. It was nice to be close to someone besides Auston.

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It was a few weeks later and Mitch was napping on me. He had made a habit of falling asleep on my chest, holding my belly. It was really cute and I enjoyed it a lot until his alarm went off. He blinked and smiled up at me.

"How was your nap?"

"It was great. Did you get any sleep?"

"No. I never do when you nap."

"Why not?"

"I just like to make sure you're comfortable and having a good nap."

"But you're always so tired."

"I can sleep anytime. I can't sit quietly with you playing with your hair anytime."

"You're incredible. Like you're literally so sweet."

"I try my best." I said blushing.

"You succeed." He said pressing his lips to mine. "You're too good to me."

"No such thing. You deserve the best."

"You're the best. Does that mean I deserve you?" He asked with a grin. I rolled my eyes and blushed.

"You're such a flirt."

"I'm serious though."

"What about Auston? Isn't that going to cause issues?"

"What if I really like you and dont care? Is Auston going to be an issue for you?"

"No. Unfortunately I think that being my first love he has a place in my heart but I don't want to be with him at all."

"That's fine. As long as you won't leave me when he decides he wants you again I don't care."

"I wouldn't ever do that to you Mitchie. Never. That's not who I am at all. I don't just get over someone and jump to someone else. I'm not like Auston."

"I want to be with you so bad. I have for a while." 

"Why didn't you ever say something?"

"It wouldn't have mattered before."

"It always would've mattered. Your feelings matter Mitch." I said running my hands through his hair.

"Be my girlfriend."

"Mitchell be serious."

"I am."

"You realize that baby is involved here too right? Like you're not just dating me, you're dating me plus one."

"I love baby. I know what I'm asking you and what I'm getting into. If I couldn't handle you and baby I wouldn't have asked."

"This is going to be a lot of work Mitch."

"When have I ever shied away from hard work?"

"Never I guess."

"I know what I want (y/n)."

"I want you so bad Mitchie."

"Be my girl then."

"Only if you're my boy."

"Obviously." He rolled his eyes and kissed me hard. Speaking of hard, I could feel him poking my leg.

"Someone's a little excited."

"I just want you in every way all the time. Please don't make me cum in my pants again."

"You're not allowed to judge my body. It looks way different than what it did before."

"I would never. I think you look so hot pregnant. Maybe it'll be my baby next time." He said with a wink grinding on me.

"Let me get this one out before you start making plans for another." I said giggling. "I'm just nervous. I haven't been with anyone except Auston in almost 2 years."

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to?"

"I appreciate the offer but I'm so fucking horny that if you dont do something I might explode." I said making him burst out in laughter.

"We can't have that."

We spent most of the afternoon tangled up together having sex, kissing, and just cuddling in between. It was so different being with someone new but it was so much better. I was really satisfied and very happy being taken by Mitch.

[maple-leafing]

Ammuntion (Mitch Marner x Reader)

Request: None...This comes straight from me. Honestly I just felt like writing something for Mitch. This was one of the suggestions I asked for though

Summary: You and Mitch don’t get along. You’re like oil and water, clashing constantly and harshly. Can you find a way to fix your non existent friendship and tell each other how you really feel?

Player: Mitch Marner

Team: Toronto Maple Leafs

Word Count: 2321

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to the players that I am writing for and everything is purely fictional. None of the gifs I use are my own.

A/n: So I’ve never written for Mitchy, and I have no clue how that happened but.......there is always a first time for everything! This piece is also inspired by the song Ammunition by Krewella, so listening to that might help or make the reading experience better!

“Are you serious? You’re truly being serious?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

You and Mitch, if you could even call him that...(it’s not like you’re really on a first name basis) had been arguing back and forth for the past 20 minutes about something so petty it was almost as if you were arguing just for the thrill of arguing.

“Asshole.” You spat angrily as Mitch made a comment about how what you were wearing wasn’t girly enough. Even though you knew he said it just to rile you up, it still didn’t sit well with you. Although, it’s not like you even cared what he thought.

“Bitch.” He retorted.

“Is that supposed to scare me?” You asked mockingly. “Oh no, Mitch Marner thinks I’m a bitch, call the fucking police.” At this point he’d done just enough to almost push you over the edge, and if he didn’t stop soon, he’d quickly realize how wrong he was to pick a fight with you.

“(Y/n). I don’t just think you’re a bitch.” Venom seeped through his tone while his lips remained in a tight line, demonstrating his anger further. “I know you’re a bitch.”

“Guys.” Auston shouted momentarily gaining your attention away from the man whose very presence made you want to hurt someone, (specifically him, but when Mitch was around, you weren’t so sensible) “Cut it out. This is supposed to be a relaxing night off before the season starts, just friends hanging out with friends.”

“Friends...right. Just remind me why you invited her?” Mitch glared icily in your direction.

“Mitch.” Morgan interrupted, quickly becoming tired of his teammate’s attitude.

Taking Morgan’s choice to speak as an opportunity to leave the room, you did. Freddie’s condo was decently sized, but your favourite part about hanging out at his place, was being able to escape to his patio. It wasn’t large, but it was just enough for you to get some fresh air, clear your mind of anything and everything, especially Mitch Marner.

There were many people stacked into Freddie’s condo that surely, you thought, no one would miss you. All the guys that could make it, and their wives or girlfriends had come to this hang out to celebrate the start of the season. You were neither a wife, nor a girlfriend of a player, but you were, are, Auston’s close friend.

As you looked up at the dark, seemingly starless sky, and moved to the edge of the patio, choosing to tilt your head downwards, gaining a glance at the city view, you began to think about when it all went wrong. You have no idea what caused Mitch to hate you as much as he does. At first you thought maybe he was jealous that you were closer with Auston than he was, but quickly you realized, after months of being around the Canadian, that wasn’t the reason.

Mitch was an infectious person. Every person you’d ever talked to that had been in the presence of Mitch Marner, only spoke about how amazing he is, how happy he is. If you’re being honest, you’d never seen that before, and god did you want to. You wanted to be his friend, but he’d made it more than clear that he didn’t want to be yours. The only reason you’d chosen to act the way you do around him, was because he had started it. To you, it had started as a charade. If he was acting like he hated you, you were going to do the same, but now, you weren’t so sure. You never wanted to hate Mitch, and you’re not sure you ever truly will, but the more he decides to go out of his way to personally insult you, the less you remember why you wanted to be his friend in the first place.

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“I just don’t understand why you’re such an asshole with her.” Auston’s voice was steady but there was a hint of annoyance to it. It slightly bounced off the narrow corridor that lead to Freddie’s bedroom that Auston had pulled Mitch into. It was easy to tell both men were trying to keep their voices hushed. “I can’t even blame her for being the way she is towards you because at least in the beginning, she tried.”

“What? So now you’re taking her side?” Mitch’s eyes focused on his teammate with an intensity and an arrogance that Auston had never seen from him before.

“Of course I’m taking her side. She’s my best friend.”

“You know what?” Mitch glared, arms spread, turning to make his way out towards the living room, “Screw you.”

Anger coursed through his veins. All of this had started from him trying to conceal his feelings. The moment he saw you, Mitch knew it was better to separate himself from you than to let himself get close. So he did the only thing he thought reasonable, teach himself to hate you more than he’d ever hated another human being, in hopes it would turn the butterflies in his stomach to nothing.

Mitch had known from the second Auston introduced the two of you that this wasn’t a normal ‘crush’ that would go away. All the crushes he had had before, had never felt like that. It was the typical, boy likes girl, so boy teases girl. He knew it was wrong, and stupid, but at this point, he was too far in. The damage had been done, and he was sure you hated his guts.

As he wandered towards the balcony to get some air, he caught a glimpse of your silhouette. Your face rested in your hands as you stared out at the sky looking immersed in deep thoughts. He tried to move his body, tried to turn away, but it was as if his conscience had told his legs it was time to apologize, and suddenly, he was moving towards you.

“You come out here to think too?”

Your head snapped up. That voice.....it had to be Mitch. You sighed internally knowing that your alone time was now over and in a few minutes, you’d likely be yelling and angry. It was like a pattern for the two of you that you could never escape. He was the ammunition that you need to set you off, and you were his.

“Yeah.” Your voice was solemn and broken. You had yet to turn and face him, not wanting to actually believe he was there. “So if you’re here to make more offhand comments about how I look, or how much of a bitch I am, I’ll get my stuff and leave.”

“I’m actually here to apologize.”

You’d never heard those words come out of his mouth. Apologize was not a word you thought belonged in his vocabulary, and yet, you turned to face him.

“I’m not sure you’re talking to the right person.” You spoke quietly. “Not once have you made an attempt to apologize. Why start now?” You knew you owed him the same, and you were, are, sorry for the way you acted, but in this moment, you’re too shocked (and slightly irritated) to give him that. Even if he gave you the grandest apology ever recorded, it was in your nature to be stubborn....to push him away.

“I’ve been a dick.” Mitch took a step closer to you, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. “Auston helped me realize that, and I’m sorry.”

Your heart so badly wanted you to tell him you really liked him. Deep down you knew you could never hate him, but was it safe to accept his apology? By doing so, you’d be letting him in, and you didn’t know if you could let yourself be vulnerable. Especially not with him.

“No.” You decided. “I’m not going to accept your half assed, poor excuse of an apology.” You took a step towards him, trying to turn the momentum onto your side.

“I-I don’t, I’m sorry.” You let out a sarcastic laugh as he looked for the right words to say. You gathered that he thought you would eat his apology up, and you based on the look of surprise that crossed his features, you thought right. He wasn’t expecting you to deny him.

“Since the day I met you, you’ve treated me like absolute shit, like I wasn’t good enough to be able to be in your presence. And I don’t know why!” Your voice was louder now, just like you’d predicted it would be. “For months, I tried to be your friend. I comforted you after losses, I told Auston it was okay that you tag along with us every single time we were doing something together because I knew you were having a rough time, and I knew you needed someone to be there for you. I’m truly sorry that you’re life went to shit when your girlfriend broke up with you, but if you think a simple apology is enough for the way you made me feel about myself, than you’re made up of more bullshit than I thought you were. I shouldn’t have to try to be good enough for you and I sure as hell shouldn’t have to feel like I’m not good enough for you.”

The young leaf’s face contorted from shock, to anger. “That’s so rich coming from you. I’m trying to apologize and you’re throwing it back in my face like an ungrateful child.”

“Oh, you’re calling me a child?”

“I could call you a lot worse.” He spat, pushing the sleeves of his sweatshirt up.

“You’re such an asshole, you know that?” You craned your neck in annoyance, wanting this night to be over. Maybe if you closed your eyes, you’d wake up and this would all have been a bad dream......nope. “God, to think I ever liked you.”

You liked him? Mitch couldn’t find a way to process the possibility that maybe, all along, you had liked him back, but he couldn’t turn back now. You’d already outright dismissed his apology as some kind of joke, and he’d taken that as his opportunity to act like a douche bag, yet again. Internally, Mitch felt broken. Any chance he’d had a telling you he reciprocated your feelings had dissipated.

“You liked me?” Something in his voice had changed. His posture dipped lightly and his appearance became less arrogant. You thought for a moment he was scared, but maybe you were wrong, because almost as soon as a look of fear flashed in his eyes, it was gone.

You hadn’t meant to say anything and you hadn’t meant to give him any more ammuniton. Because that’s just what he needed, more of a reason to taunt you. “I did, but I’m starting to think I was very wrong.”

Brushing passed him harshly, you left Mitch standing alone on the balcony. He didn’t try to follow you, too in shock after your confession. Heading straight for the door, pushing though all the people that still remained at Freddie’s place, you ran into Auston.

“Hey. Are you alright?” He could see the tears running down your face as you tried to look away from him. Auston pulled open Freddie’s front door, grabbing his coat and car keys, and tugged you out with him. “What happened?”

“Nothing.”

Auston didn’t believe a word of what you were saying. “Come on. I’m at least taking you home. We’ll talk on the way.”

You didn’t say a word in the car. You were too upset to, but you did crack when you had gotten back to your apartment, sitting on your couch next to your best friend, him waiting for you to tell him what had happened.

“We got into another fight.” You finally spoke. “And it was worse than usual.”

“What?” Auston looked confused but realization dawned on him.

“Mitch.” You clarified even though you knew he’d figured it out. “I yelled at him, really really yelled at him. I’d never been so angry with him before and I just snapped. I didn’t mean to but I told him I’d liked him and he looked like I’d just run him over.”

“What happened next?” Auston asked cautiously, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I left. Then I found you, and, here we are.” You gestured between the two of you sitting on your sofa. Tears began to form in your eyes again as you thought back to how you’d left that conversation with Mitch. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a terrible friend. I really tried to not come between the two of you and all I did was hurt you.”

“No. This is not your fault.” Auston soothed. “This is definitely not your fault. I’ve told Mitch that I choose you, and I’ll continue to choose you, because you’re my best friend.”

“Thank you Aus.” You murmed sleepily.

As you leaned your head on Auston’s shoulder, slowly falling asleep as he comforted you, Mitch was back at Freddie’s regretting his decisions from the night. He knew he should have continued with his apology, and tried to prove that he wanted to make amends with you as opposed to arguing with you over something you were right about. He had been an absolute ass, but he couldn’t help but losing his temper with you. He couldn’t control the feeling that came with being around you. After all, you were the ammunition that lit him like a moth to a flame. He’d just hoped he hadn’t hurt you to the point where you wouldn’t talk to him again, though it was clear to him it was what he deserved. Staring up at the night sky, Mitch knew what he wanted and what he neeed to do. He needed to give you the apology you truly deserved, and hopefully, the confession that would show you how much he truly cared. How much you are truly, his ammunition.

[nhlarchived]

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four

Word Count: 2.1k

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You sat in the passenger seat of his car gazing out the window at all of the different beach houses on the strip, spotting the waves in between each home. Matt and Sydney’s house sat only a mile from the end of the island, leaving all the restaurants and entertainment about five miles down the strip, and with all of the stop lights on the island, it would take you about fifteen minutes before arriving anywhere.

“These houses are something else aren’t they.” Auston mentioned, sitting up farther in his seat to get a better view through the windshield.

“Says the millionaire professional hockey player as if you’ve never seen houses like this before.” You teased turning to look towards him. He rolled his eyes knowing he couldn’t argue with you on that one.

“I like how they’re all customized. How people put their home state flags up. Some different countries flags go up. Some people name their houses. It brings character, I like it.” He explained. He had a point. Matt & Sydney’s house had three flags. New York’s, Canada’s and America’s to represent where they were from. Although they didn’t name the house, Auston proved a point saying there was a lot of character brought to the neighborhood.

In fact, his statement shocked you. It showed how he pays attention to where he goes. He may have flown and lived in several different places around the globe, but he never takes it for granted. His words replayed in your mind as you now watched the houses through his perspective. The different colors, names, flags, they all told a story.

“I wish I could customize my own.” You admitted softly. You spoke into the window and honestly didn’t think it was even loud enough for Auston to hear, yet he did.

“I believe one day you can.” Auston added nudging your arm with his elbow. You chuckled at his comment, these houses ran in the millions. You believed it was almost impossible.

“You have too much belief in me.” You joked with a scuff. You faced his body once again that was focused on the road, his profile pulling into a confused glare.

“What? Why do you say that?” He said as if he was offended but the comment even though it wasn’t about him, cocking an eyebrow.

“I could never afford one of these houses.” You explained mimicking his expression.

“Y/n are you serious? Good things happen to good people I promise. Yeah you might not be able to afford it right this moment but you’re a really successful person. I’ve seen your potential.” He confessed changing his sight between you and the road. You couldn’t help but stare at him in a daze, trying to intake his words. He’d never really spoken to you that way. He’s always supported you, but never went out of his way to explain why.

You didn’t know how to respond. You started looking down at your hands fiddling with them not knowing what else to do. The tension was building up through the car as he awaited a response, but he eventually caught on that he wasn’t going to get one.

“You need to give yourself more credit y/n. Don’t let people make you feel any less than what you are. I know you’ve been off lately and not feeling yourself, but just know that I’ll always be here to support you no matter what.” He continued while stopping at a red light. You could feel his stare running through you like lasers. Once finally looking towards him you could see the sincerity in his eyes. He meant every word he said. You smiled at him and nodded acknowledging that you appreciate him.

His mouth pulled into a smirk seeing that he’s caught you speechless. You were pulled into a trance glued onto his eyes as the two of you sat in silence. His sight started switching between your eyes and your lips as he slowly leaned over the center console. You mimicked his movements as your mind raced a mile a minute.

You wanted him. There was no doubt about it, but you weren’t sure if this was the right time or not. You haven’t even forgotten your last relationship no longer having to jump into a new one. However, you also didn’t want to miss out on this opportunity of finally having the boy you’ve always wanted.

A loud vibration came from your phone in the cup holder. The two of you held eye contact for another moment before you looked down to see who was calling. You noticed the light you were stuck at had turned green but Auston was still stuck in his daze.

“The lights green.” You whispered, pointing awkwardly out of the windshield trying to pull him back to reality. You picked up your phone and saw Mitch’s name across the screen. As you swiped your finger across the screen to answer you felt the car move forward once again. Hearing a slight grumble escape from Auston’s mouth.

“What’s up?” You questioned to Mitch through the phone. You’d hate to admit it, but you were slightly upset. You were glad this gave you more time to think about taking the next step with Auston, but now you’ve realized you’re probably a little bit more interested in him than you thought.

“Where did you guys go?” Mitch asked. Due to the sound of his lips smacking you figured he had gone inside to grab a snack seeing neither you or Auston were still in the house.

“Uhhh” you paused turning towards Auston. You had no idea where he was taking you and you didn’t exactly want Mitch knowing that the two of you were running off somewhere secret just yet.

“We’re uhh we went to go to the grocery store.” You finally managed to get out. Auston immediately sent you a confused glare wondering what Mitch was questioning.

“We have a ton of food in the house?” Mitch continued clearly skeptic.

“Yeah maybe for the girls but not enough to feed us, plus six giant hockey players.” You argued and luckily you had a valid point. Matt and Syd didn’t go grocery shopping before everyone came over so the only food in the house is what they normally keep supplied.

“Good point.” Mitch spoke in between chews, clearly having food in his mouth. “Just make sure you guys don’t have too much fun.” He teased before hanging up the phone, not allowing you to respond. He knew you would quickly retaliate from his accusation, so he pressed the end button before you could speak another word.

You rolled your eyes clicking your phone screen off then placed it in your lap. You rested your head back onto the seat now knowing if you didn’t come back with loads of groceries, Mitch would be on to the two of you. Which you didn't want since you weren’t even sure what was going on.

“The grocery store?” Auston questioned clearly trying to hold back a laugh, thinking this whole situation was funny.

“It was the first innocent thing that came to mind.” You argued knowing that it was a better response than he could ever come up with.

“Yeah but now we have to go grocery shopping otherwise he’s going to tell the whole world how we hooked up in a parking lot or something.” He stated sitting up farther in his seat to now try and find a store the two of you could stop at.

“I’m very aware. Where were you taking me anyway?” You asked. Clearly the plans had been ruined but luckily you didn’t know where they were going to be in the first place.

“Can I be honest?” He started, you nodded your head yes in response. “I didn’t really have a plan. I was just going to wait for something to come up. So, I really hope you like shopping for milk and bread.” He teased with a smile plastered across his face from his own joke. You giggled and shook your head. It was a weird situation but at least the tension from the interrupted kiss was gone.. well so you thought.

“As long as I am with you I don’t really care though.” Auston barely whispered under his breath. You knew you weren’t supposed to hear it. At first you almost asked him to repeat it, but then figured it should be dropped. Besides, you didn’t want to think too far into it anyway.

Eventually Auston found a store a couple more miles down the road and pulled into the parking lot. This part of the jersey shore was your favorite. There were no commercial companies. It was all local family run businesses and it really made the area special. The grocery store had a gorgeous mural painted on the side of a farm with all different kinds of crops. You couldn’t help but stare at it for a while before following Auston who was watching you amusedly, halfway through the door already.

You jogged to catch up with him and was immediately hit by the cold air from the produce section that was off to the right. You grabbed a cart and followed Auston who you believed was pretending as if he knew what he was doing. It was your idea to go grocery shopping in the first place and it wasn’t like either of you knew the layout of this store, but he seemed to know exactly what aisle he wanted to go down.

He turned down the bread aisle picking up hamburger and hot dog buns, tossing them into the cart as if he was playing basketball. Obviously, you flinched a time or two not knowing how accurate his shot would be which caused him to laugh, so of course now he was going to do it the entire time you shopped.

He did it with the meats as well but this time you’ve stopped flinching now knowing he wasn’t going to hit you. You picked up a different variety of snacks as you followed him down each aisle and the cart was shockingly becoming quite full. Yet, the whole experience was becoming boring. You guys didn’t talk much besides “Hey do you think this would be good?” Followed by a yes or no answer. But the whole point of it was to get your mind off things and it seemed to have been working.

Auston picked up a carton of eggs and made the motion as if he was going to toss them into the cart with the other items. This caused you to have a borderline heart attack thinking he was actually going to do it, foreseeing the yolky mess he could have possibly caused.

“Auston I’m literally going to kill you.” You stated wide eyed holding your hand over your chest as you caught your breath. He couldn’t help but lean over the cart laughing hysterically at your reaction.

“Oh, shut up.” You teased slapping him lightly on the shoulder with the back of your hand. He stood up eyes still squinting from laughing as he held his arms out to you.

“Oh, come on you love me.” He accused wrapping his arms tightly around you, rocking your bodies back and forth. Of course, he was wearing your favorite cologne why wouldn’t he be? The scent filled your senses as you leaned your head into his chest and enjoyed the embrace.

Once his laughter had turned into only a smiling you looked up at him and shook your head not enjoying being startled, no matter how funny it was. His smile was contagious, causing you to smirk as well. Then, a domestic feature washed over his grin and his eyes looked as if they were studying you in a very loving way. You couldn’t help but feel the blood in your stomach begin to rush feeling as if a flower had just bloomed inside you.

“Come on. Let’s go back home.” Auston spoke, but it was in a soft seductive tone. Man, he was terrible at hiding his emotions. He slowly released his arms from around you and took the cart pushing it to the front to check out.

The way he looked at you moments ago was practically implanted into your mind. Every time he looked back at you to make sure you were following it reminded you of that soft glaze that had covered his eyes. You might not have been ready to move from your old relationship at the moment, but he was making it quite hard to resist. You knew it was about to be a long night.

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[crosbytoews]

hockey rpf fic rec

this is an assortment of all the hockey rpf i have bookmarked. it is organized by pairing. if any of this is not your thing that’s valid but i don’t wanna hear it 

these fics are posted on ao3 and most of them are locked so you will need an ao3 account to access them!

obviously i like everything on here but i bolded the urls of my absolute faves

JAMIE BENN/TYLER SEGUIN

Look at the wonderful mess that we made by sherlockelly

A name-on-wrist soulmate AU where being outed by a same-sex name is still newsworthy if you're in professional sports and is a very real concern for some NHL players. Despite the shifting attitudes, no one in the sport has ever come out publicly.

Tyler has always felt relieved that 'Jamie' could be a male or female name, it makes hiding his sexuality a lot easier. Jamie's not been so lucky.

Door to Door by Ferritin4

"Hey," Jamie says, pounding on the door. "Hey, open up!"

The dogs shut up.

"Hi, shit, sorry," says the stupidly fucking gorgeous man who opens the door in a tank top and boxers. "Shit, were the dogs loud? They get really excited when I come home."

"It’s three in the morning," Jamie says. On cue, a dog pokes its head around the corner to the entryway and bounces over to the — to this guy. It’s followed by another, browner dog, and Jamie has a moment of surrealist sleep-deprived horror where he imagines an infinite string of dogs forever bounding gleefully towards —

"I work two jobs. I’m Tyler," Tyler says, extending his hand. "Do you want to come in?"

Well, he’s not doing anything illegal, Jamie thinks, shaking it, because no criminal in the history of crime has ever willingly invited a cop into their house, and there is no one in the city of Dallas who hasn’t pegged Jamie as a cop within six seconds of meeting him.

Stating the Obvious by StormDancer

In which Tyler transfers to Dallas, makes some friends, and has emotions, none of which he's prepared to deal with.

Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

King and Lionheart by thehoyden

Sidney’s wedding day doesn’t go quite as he’d planned. When he’d bothered to imagine it at all, he’d thought of a nice June wedding in Nova Scotia, outdoors with the sun streaming down. He hadn’t imagined this hurried affair on the tarmac on a rainy and unseasonably cool day in early September, a month after his twenty-fifth birthday.

And Never Been Kissed by thehoyden

Sid didn’t introduce himself in the hallway, and he certainly doesn’t assume that people know who he is. So it would only be polite to thank Malkin again, this time more personally.

He could write him a letter. An email? No, a letter.

There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe by Shoshanah-ben-hohim

Amidst rising political tensions between Russia and NATO countries, the KHL and NHL failed to renew their labor agreement this summer. Due to the failed agreement and intense political pressure at home, the Russian NHL players do not return to the NHL.

By March, Geno has played almost a season in Russia, and accepts this is his new reality, no matter how much he misses Sid – until he finds the first child. This sets him and everyone he involves down a dangerous path of international intrigue.

Auston Matthews/Mitch Marner

as long as it's about me by Anonymous 

It takes about the length of their first practice for Toronto media to decide that him and Mitch are best friends. And, like, Auston’s been warned about the press in the city a million times, so he gets it. They want a story. He’d be fine with it, honestly, except for the small issue that Mitch Marner is the most annoying person on the entire planet.

I Never Thought He Wouldn't by MycroftexMachina

Mitch loves people. And usually people love him back. Usually.

we've got each other (and that's a lot) by LottieAnna

“I’m gonna be a groomsman,” Mitch says, then flops dramatically into the chair across from Auston, grabs Auston’s glass of whiskey, and takes a long sip. It burns as it goes down, and he makes a face. “Again.”

JONATHAN TOEWS/PATRICK KANE

don't taze me, bro by staraflur

He doesn’t think Zeus is supposed to have a sword, but their Zeus does. So now Jonny does, because of course he’s in charge. He looks, Patrick is drunk enough to acknowledge, far better than anyone has a right to in a grody old Halloween costume that’s probably soaked up the butt sweat of dozens, if not hundreds, of Theta-presidents past. Jonny wears it, Patrick gets the sword. Win-win.

AKA that time there was a frat AU (of course).

Same Time, Same Place by brutti_ma_buoni

It should be a one-off, an awkward airport first meeting that goes nowhere. But this one goes somewhere. Back to Jonny's, for a start.

It shouldn't go any further, a one-nighter with no strings, and plenty of reasons for Patrick not to go back there. But Patrick won't let it go.

It should be a disaster, a mismatch, a scandal, a shoddy secret regret. But... maybe not?

bring it if you really want it by staraflur

It starts like this:

Well, okay, Patrick has no idea how it actually starts. But as pertains to him (in other words, the important part), it goes a little something like so:

America, being a nation composed in large part of a melting pot of immigrants who may or may not have taken over land already owned by others using less-than-savory means, doesn’t have much of a magical national identity. Much less a magical continental identity. There’s no grand heritage going back thousands of years. Magical families home-schooled all their kids until, like, the 1800’s, and tough for the muggle-born, apparently. Hopefully you got noticed by someone who knew what to do with you before you got burned at the stake. Since you probably can’t control your powers, sport.

Call Me Royal Blue by cupstealer 

He’s always gotten his kicks giving Jonny shit, but never like this. He feels like the first person to combine ice cream and soda—A) in that he has combined two amazing things to make a more amazing thing, and B) in that Jonny is not having it.

Patrick and Jonny haven't been close friends in six years. Nothing a little friendly competition can't fix.

Random Pairings 

Jeff Skinner/Eric Staal

If Heaven’s Hypothetical by impertinence and shoemaster 

Jeff runs away from Toronto and finds himself homeless in Raleigh, where he accidentally starts serving eggs to Eric Staal.

Andrew Ladd/Ryan Kesler

Nothing Worth Knowing by beatperfume and shoemaster

Ryan Kesler hates Andrew Ladd on sight. College AU.

Erik Johnson/Gabriel Landeskog 

A Month of Sundays by Kelfin

Unlike some guys, who freak out when things get even a little bit gay, Erik is fine with this stuff. Erik's not even fazed when Gabe's attempts at flirting with him start to get semi-public, a fact that, by his own judgment, makes him at least five to seven times more tolerant than your average forward-thinking American.

Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux 

The Battle of Pennsylvania by Robinjay

When they play at Worlds together, Claude Giroux firmly expects a fight to break out. At the very least, he expects derogatory remarks and barely contained fury. Instead of doing any of those things, Sidney Crosby just stares and Claude Giroux loses his damn mind.

In Hours Uncounted by remiges

Claude's grandparents take him to get his first name when he's ten—younger than most people start, but older than his grandparents when they'd had theirs done. His grandmother's skin is threaded red and gold with names, and Claude wants that, wants that sort of history for his own.

Sidney Crosby/Tyler Seguin

All New Kinds of Weather by concinnity and Pennyplainknits

Sidney Crosby, Tyler realizes, has just asked him about hooking up. Sidney fucking Crosby. Tyler blinks at Sid and takes a long drink of water. He has possibly never been as grateful for his slutty reputation as he is in this moment. Because, out of a whole room at least 30% of which would happily give Sid what he’d just, hesitantly, asked for, Sid chose him.

Also there are pancakes.

Alex Galchenyuk/Brendan Gallagher 

ain't never had a love like mine by bluejayys

Anna installs Grindr on his phone while he drives them back to his place, snickering as she fills out his profile.

“In your About Me section I said that you enjoy hockey, can speak three languages, and have been commended by fans for your excellent stick handling,” she says gleefully. Alex wonders when this became his life.

Brent Seabrook/Duncan Keith

Summerboys by stlkrchck

Brent Seabrook has no interest in working at Camp Quaquanantuck the summer before university. Unfortunately, his mom's signed him up, and he has to go. But between a cabin full of campers obsessed with Lady Gaga, a prank war with two other cabins, and his co-counselor Duncan Keith, Brent might just find himself enjoying the summer after all.

Tyson Barrie/Gabriel Landeskog 

Left-Handed Kisses by oflights

The one where Tyson's fooling around with Gabe, already way out of his league, and then finds out he's apparently fooling around with a prince. And he might be a little bit in love with him. It's pretty brutal.

[hockeyfun]

Auston Matthews #1.2

Request by anon: Can you do a part two of that Auston imagine with that Liam character

Word Count: 1755

Warnings: angst, alcohol, cheating, 

Authors note: lol this turned out to be 3000+ words so I’m breaking it up into two posts 

Here is part one of it Auston Matthews #1 | #1.2 | #1.3

You looked at the woman in front of you. She was pretty. Dark glamorous makeup with the deep red lipstick was painted on her face. She had a short expensive cocktail dress on that fit her perfectly. She was you. You smiled at your reflection in the mirror but it didn't reach your eyes. On the other side of the bathroom door, Auston Matthews was waiting. His heart was racing. He knew tonight was going to be hard for him. You heard a light tap on your bathroom door. Your roommate and best friend, Auston Matthews, walked in. He was dressed in a burgundy suit perfectly tailored to his body type and his hair slicked back into perfection. Something that took your breath away, even though you knew it shouldn't. Auston, stared at you. He took you in. His mind automatically wished your beauty was for him, but it wasn't. "You ready?" He whispered. You turned to him, nodding your head. "Liam and Jordyn are waiting for us," he told you. "Of course they are," you sighed. Letting your heart drop at the thought of Jordyn. He looked at you sadly, but didn't respond. You followed Auston out of the bathroom and towards the living room. You saw Liam first. He stood up when you walked into the room. His eyes looked you up and down proudly. He was wearing a classic black suit and tie. He looked handsome as could be and given a few months ago the idea of being in this position with him would have gave your stomach butterflies, but at the moment it wasn’t doing that. He walked over to you in just a few strides. He wrapped his arm around your waist and brought his lips to your ear, “you look wonderful,” he whispered and then kissed your temple. You tried to feel the jitters that you knew should come to you when he kissed you. You turned to look up into his blue eyes. You placed your hands on his chest. You knew he’d like this. Liam loved having you close to him and loved making sure Auston knew you were his. This small gesture would surely give Liam something he liked. He pulled you in closer to him. “You look great too,” you spoke with a fake enthusiasm. Auston swallowed hard. He wanted to turn his face away from the events happening in front of him, but he wouldn’t because Jordyn, his girlfriend was watching. “I’m glad we are all going together to this event I’ve been asking Auston for a long time to have a double date with you both,” Jordyn exclaimed. She was gorgeous and it struck you hard every time you looked at her. You smiled and nodded your head, “Yeah, Me too. Auston and I have a very differing schedules so it’s hard to find time that works,” you lied through your teeth. Your eyes locked with Auston’s and felt the truth in each other’s eyes. The truth was you both had agreed not to pursue a relationship. How you came to that agreement you weren't sure. It was the same night you first shared a kiss. You both thought maybe it would work but the conversation got negative quickly. There seemed to be a thousand reasons not to be together which caused you both to agree against being with one another, but it wasn’t really until you came home from a late work night and met Jordyn. She was gorgeous and kissing Auston on the couch. You ran to your room and cried, from that moment on you tried to move on from Auston, with Liam. The irony in the situation was almost comical to you because you realized your feelings for Auston while you were trying to get over Liam. Unfortunately, being with Liam hasn’t helped all that much. That was months ago and since then you have made a conscious effort to spend almost as little time with Auston as possible. It was actually Jordyn who contacted you about going to a one of her friend’s birthday parties tonight. You said no but Liam said yes, hence, why you are here. In some ways you were excited about tonight. You were dressed up and with your boyfriend. Liam wasn’t the best guy but he was fun and hot, a good distraction at times.

You looked at him. Liam with the sand colored hair and blue eyes like the sky. He looked down at you smiling showing off his dimples. You brought your hand up to his cheek. In your head you were saying a soft thank you to him. He gave you that quirky wink you had grown used to. "You guys are really cute," Jordyn gushed. You looked at her then at Auston. He was trying to hide it but you saw it. You always saw it. He was your best friend and hiding things from you was always hard for him. He was hurting because of you. You got angry. It wasn't fair of him to be hurting. He was the one fast to move on. He was the one to agree not to be together.

When you reached the Toronto club, the party just began. The first thing you noticed was the darkness and the number of people there. There was maybe 250 people in all different designer outfits. Everyone looked wonderful. You felt your insecurities making their way to the front of your mind, so did Auston. He knew when your eyes squinted just a little bit, your breathing got a just a bit quicker, and your head tilted up like you were trying to make yourself seem distant, that was when you were beginning to get self-conscious. He also noticed that Liam didn't notice your small panic about to come on. Liam was too busy scanning the woman in the room. Auston scowled at him. "What's wrong babe?" Jordyn asked. Auston turned towards her. She was gorgeous. She fit the stereotypical NHL girlfriend to the T, but she wasn't you. She never let Auston see her without any makeup. She never listened to Auston's problems and helped him. She wasn't anything like you. She didn't know the perfect things to say. She didn't know the way he liked his coffee in the morning. She didn't know that just your smile could brighten his whole mood. "I'm fine," he said hoarsely. You turned at the sound of Auston's raspy voice. Concern written all over your face and your insecurities becoming a minor problem compared to Auston's sad voice. The moment your eyes caught each other's it was like the world was tilting. It was like it was telling you both to be together. Why were you both fighting it so hard? Unfortunately, now the complications were even harder than before. You both were in relationships. The yelling of a drunk Mitch Marner was what broke your gaze from Auston. He had his beautiful girlfriend wrapped under his arms. He yelled Auston's name. He was obviously drunk. He then saw you and his face lit up. He hollered your name, "I can't believe you're here. I haven't seen you in like, in like ten years,” he crinkly slurred. He engulfed you into a massive hug. You hugged him back feeling his friendly warmth. “Where you have you been hiding her, Matthews? He asked in a fake assuming voice. Although you know it didn’t mean anything, your face reddened in embarrassment. As usually Auston looked calm and collected in front of his teammates. “Nope, I think she might just be avoiding you,” he jeered back at Mitch. You knew the truth behind his words though. He has noticed you avoiding him. Liam let out a small cough letting the three of you know that there was more to the world then just you. You looked at him surprised forgetting that you should probably introduce him. “Mitch, this is Liam,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his waist inviting him into the conversation. Liam instinctively wrapped his arm around you and with his other hand shook Mitch’s. “Liam, nice to meet you. And I think I’m the reason you haven’t seen a lot of my girl,” he said while looking down at you with those eyes, those in love eyes. Normally it would be a moment that would make you happy even if you didn’t feel the same way towards Liam, but the problem was it felt forced. Liam never looked at you like that when it was just the two of you. You faked it back. “ugh, they’re just the cutest,” Jordyn gushed. When you returned your focus to the group, Mitch wasn’t looking at you but was looking at Auston. His eyes studied his best friend, reading Auston like a book. Auston was staring at beyond you and Liam. Jordyn was hanging on Auston trying to get his attention. He eventually looked down at her and tried his best to give her a genuine smile but it looked more like a grimace. “Oh, Auston look there is the birthday girl,” Jordyn squealed and dragged Auston off. You looked at Mitch and Steph, two people you feel comfortable with. They looked at you with this awkward ‘wanting to get involved but not knowing if it’s their place’ face. Not wanting to talk about this with anyone, especially when you are with Liam, you dragged yourself and your boyfriend to the bar.

After a few shots, you felt at ease. You loved dancing and feeling good. Liam danced behind you moving his hips in sync with you. He placed his hands on your hips, he kept squeezing them, making you a little uncomfortable. As you tired out your legs, you looked around the room. You saw Auston look at you for a split second, down a shot, and pull out his car keys. your heart lurched at the thought. A crowd of people swarmed in front of you and by the time you peaked through the sea of people Auston was gone. Your heart began to pound and you hear rushing water in your ears. You pulled away from Liam. “I need to find Auston,” you spoke firmly. ‘Auston couldn’t be doing this’ you thought to yourself. He would risk his entire career and life by driving drunk, you assumed. You knew he could possibly be dangerously intoxicated. The fear of him getting in an accident scared you to a point of shacking in your semi-drunken state.

[whyamiupagain]

Another Sad Love Song

imagine #2 part #2

Hi guys! Sorry I haven’t uploaded. School is kicking my ass but I’ll try to post more with longer parts. Hope you enjoy! 

Days had gone by. I did all I could possibly do to avoid Auston. If a friend would invite me for lunch I had to make sure Auston wouldn't be there or any way Auston could somehow show up where we were at for me to even go out, all without dropping hints that something happened. I changed my route to school because I knew for sure I would run into Auston on the daily. I was basically in constant fear I had to be face to face with the man who broke my heart. Finally it took about a week or so for our mutual friends to wonder why I wouldn't hangout with them anymore. I lied to them saying that I had some random school project that was stressing me out. They all decided to surprise me by waiting for me to get out of class and "kidnap" me. It was actually a very kind gesture that I really appreciated because it took my mind off of Auston. We all went to go eat at my favorite restaurant, we went to see a movie, and we even went bowling. For the first time in a long time I genuinely felt happy. They told me they had more surprises for me. They insisted on blindfolding me to "enhance the experience", which I did just so they would shut up. We drove for about 15 minutes. They helped me get out of the car safely and also made sure I wouldn't crack my head on the way up the stairs. One of them knocked and then I heard a door being opened. They lead me in and told me to take off my blindfold at the count of 3. 

"1, 2, 3!" they cheered. And I took off my blindfold and saw that we were at my apartment. I thought how in the world did they get in? I saw balloons, goodies and sweets, a couple of beer cases, and non other than Auston Matthews. Then I realized how they got in. I gave Auston a key when we first started "dating". I was still so happy from the very kind gesture my friends were doing for me but it was so hard keeping my smile up once I saw Auston. 

"Wow" I said still amazed and ignoring Auston. 

"Do you like it?" one friend asked.

"Ya, I love it, and I love all of you guys. Thank you for today it really meant a lot" I said to them.  

"Oh great! We were really hoping you'd like it. We even got Mr Auston Matthews here to get some free time to spend it with us and not the 'love of his life' " one friend joked. We all laughed and Auston just looked annoyingly at the friend. They all chimed in comments like "Loved Boy" or "Soon to be married Matthews". They didn't mean to hurt me, but those comments really stung me. Hard. 

"Im going to go get fresh air" I told them and I stepped into the cold Toronto air. As soon as I closed the door tears came flying down from my eyes. All I could hear was the distant noise of people chattering, the cold wind, and my sobbing. I couldn't take it much longer. He's in love with someone else. Not me. I just had to accept it the way it was. As much as it hurt, I wanted him to do what made him the happiest. I quickly tried to stop crying, I fixed my makeup and took out my phone to see if I didn't look like I was balling my eyes out just a few seconds ago. Right as I was about to stand up from where I was sitting, one of Auston and I's mutual friend, Mitch Marner, came out and joined me. He could quickly tell what I was doing outside. He didn't say anything, instead he hugged me. Again, since Im such a crybaby, I began to cry. He whispered to me that everything was going to be ok, and that he wouldn't leave me until I let it all out so I could enjoy the rest of the night. A couple minutes later I stopped crying. And we stayed there in silence. 

"So do you want to talk about it?" Mitch asked after a couple of minutes. 

"Im not quite sure if this is the right time" I told him. 

"Well you know I heard that of you tell someone what's making you feel sad that you'll feel better after telling them" Mitch tried to convince me to tell him what the hell is making me sad after what a wonderful day we all just had. After thinking for a while, I was prepared to finally tell him, since all he was trying to do was be a good friend, when the door opened and out our friend yelled at us to go back inside or else we would die of hypothermia. 

I could easily tell that they were all slightly drunk with the exception of a very quiet and slightly annoyed Auston. 

"Ok, ok were going. Jesus Christ calm down" Mitch told them. He helped me get up and whispered in my ear, reminding me that we weren't done with our conversation. We got in and I was immediately handed a beer. I quickly shot it down so that I forget why I got sad after such an amazing day. On my third beer, Auston announced that he was leaving. Grumbling and nagging began to arise. Our friends were teasing him that he had to return home to the "Mrs" which Auston simply rolled his eyes at. I was starting to get too drunk to even make a remark of the comments. Right as Auston was about to close the door I caught him starring at me. Which I then , due to my drunkenness, flipped him off which made all our equally drunk friends laugh at my actions to him. I saw him smirk slightly before shutting the door leaving me with a night to regret in the morning. 

 The day after I had a pretty massive headache. That was my main goal of the night anyways. I just up to a messy empty house, praying that all my friends made it home safely. I took a shower and cleaned up the mess my friend had left me. I got a call from Mitch inviting me to brunch and so that we can continue last nights conversation. I agreed, hung up, got ready, and went to go meet him up where we had agreed to meet. I got there a tad late but luckily for me Mitch knew my regular order and ordered for me. We sat there had a bit of small talk before Mitch told me to tell him what was bothering me last night.

"Mitch, I don't want to cry in front of all these people or even in public" I told him. I thought those excuses would get me out of telling him. 

"Come on (Y/N) don't give me excuses. I want to know what was bothering you so that I can either fix the situation or beat up the guy who made you feel this way" he said, which made me mentally laugh at little ol'Mitch trying to beat up a much bigger Auston. 

"Ok, fine. I'll tell you. But please don't get mad at Auston or say anything about this to anyone even Auston" I said to him. He seemed to get mad, maybe at the thought that Auston would do something to me, but he just nodded. "Ok, so a couple months before the season ended me and Auston started to date. We didn't want to tell anyone. So you know, as one does in a relationship, we got to know each other pretty well and I fell in love with him and I thought he was in love of me too. Summer came and you know I went to go see my parents and Auston went to see his. He didn't call nor text me at all during the summer and I didn't think about to much because I knew he was with his family and he was having fun. When I saw her with him when we all got back to Toronto. And when I heard him present her as his girlfriend that he adored so much, I lost it. He never wanted to let people know that we were dating nor did he want to be seen out in public aline with me. I never once heard him talk about me like the way he did about her. I confronted him, I asked him if I meant anything else to him besides a daily hook up or if our relationship meant anything to him. And he told me he only saw me as a friend that he was too in love with her. I asked him if he ever loved me the way I did to him and he said no. And for days I was avoiding you all in fear that I might see him. Sorry that I lied. And when I saw him last night it hit me again, that he never loved me, that he loves somebody else. That I just need to accept it because in the end I just want him to be happy. But, its just so hard to continue loving the person who broke your heart, its hard seeing them love another person" I finally told him with tears threatening to come out. Mitch was just in pure shock. It took him sometime to take in all the information that I just spilled.

"I need to go" he said while getting up and pulling out way too much cash for our meal and setting it down on the table.

"Mitch wait", I grabbed on to his arm," please don't tell Auston. I don't want him to get mad or I don't want him to end the relationship he's in right now, he's so happy with her. I just need to accept that" I said to the frantic boy.

"No (Y/N), I am going to go tell him what a big mistake he made and of all the pain he's done to you, then only he can decide what to do about it" and with that he got easily out of my grip and ran off to his car. I just sat at the table in full shock. I couldn't move or even think. I was just waiting for whatever was to happen next. 

[hockeyytrash]

Alaska - Chapter Ten

-2000 words-

"So you're telling us nothing happened between you two yesterday?" Steph asks me, intently awaiting a response. I nod and take another sip of my coffee. Steph, Carly, and I had decided to meet up for lunch at a little café downtown.

"Nope. I'm telling you, we're only friends," I reassure my two wide-eyed friends. Carly frowns and gives me a suspicious glance.

"Only friends? What a joke," she huffs, taking a gulp of her drink. Steph nods in agreement, causing me to roll my eyes in annoyance.

"I don't know, guys. I mean we really are just friends, but I mean I find him attractive. However, that does not mean I want a relationship with him! I've gathered from the minimal number of times we've talked that he is chronically annoying and a big flirt," I explain, finishing off the remaining black coffee that collected at the bottom of my mug.

"Fair enough," Carly says with a smug grin. She had told us earlier that she and William made it official the night of the party. I'm happy for them. They're both energetic and genuine people. I think they work well together.

"Yeah, I gotta give it to you, Alaska. Auston can act like an annoying hormonal teenage boy at times," Steph adds, shrugging her shoulders with the same knowing smile as Carly. I quirk a brow in question of their suspicious behavior.

"What am I missing?" I ask, immediately dreading whatever they may say. Steph and Carly exchange glances before Carly nods to Steph with a smile. I sigh, preparing myself for whatever plan they're about to announce.

"Jesus, just spit it out. How bad could it be?" I ask them, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Okay, okay! The Leafs are playing in LA tomorrow night and then they have a few days off, so some of the guys plus a couple of the girlfriends are staying out there. Soooo, since Carly and I are both going, we thought you should come too! I know it's very last minute, but we really want you to come," Steph exclaims, surprising me. I was expecting her to tell me about yet another party that will, knowing me, probably take a turn for the worst.

"I don't know... my mom might not even let me go. Plus, I don't want to intrude on your guys' vacation," I say, backing out of the invitation. I feel like it would be awkward to have me there, mixed in with all the other couples. Don't get me wrong, though. It would be super fun to explore LA with Steph and Carly.

"Alaska, I'm sure your mom will want you to go hang out with friends. You always tell me how she says you need to make friends here in Toronto. Plus, it's the beginning of Winter break! You have to get out and do something fun," Carly reasons, giving valid points.

"Yeah, and you won't be intruding! If you feel awkward because you aren't part of a couple, I'm sure we can work something out. And if all else fails, Auston will be there," Steph says, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Whatever. Where are we staying?" I ask, rolling my eyes at her attempt to bring Auston back into the conversation.

"I'm almost positive we're all going to share a few rooms in a hotel downtown. Us three will most likely share a room and the boys will probably split into two or three rooms," Steph explains. I'm surprised they had all of this planned out already. I thought for sure they would wait until the last second to make all the arrangements.

"Sounds good. I'm in," I say, smiling at my two best friends. It's amazing how close we've grown in such a short amount of time. Carly squeals while Steph gives me a big hug, mumbling something about how much fun we're going to have.

Now, all I need to do is work it out with my mom...

@alaskamay : vacay planning sesh + caffeine

Tagged: @carlyyvalentine @stephlachancee

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@stephlachancee : ugh I can't wait for our girl's getaway

@marner_93 : @stephlachancee what about me?

@stephlachancee : @marner_93 I'll try to squeeze you in somewhere

@alaskamay : @stephlachancee squeeze him into where?

@carlyyvalentine : ^pls tell

@stephlachancee : get your heads out of the gutters people

@43kadri : why do you have to come??

@alaskamay : @43kadri you won't even know I'm there :)

@marner_93 : @alaskamay I know @austonmatthews wants you to come. Isn't that right Matts?

@austonmatthews : @marner_93 I'm actually more excited to be away from @bozie42

@alaskamay : @austonmatthews alrighty then

I get home around seven because Steph and Carly wanted to go shopping for new clothes for our trip. I got two new bathing suits because according to Steph, they were "totally hot and totally necessary."

I set my keys down on the table in the foyer as the smell of food passes by me. I head over to the kitchen in hopes of finding my mom. Luckily, when I reach the spotless room, I see her leaning over a cookbook. I rest my back against the pantry door before speaking.

"Hey, mom," I say, pulling her from the deteriorating recipes. She smiles warmly at me, leading me to believe she is in a good mood. Hopefully, that makes her more lenient.

"Hey, sweetie! What's up?" she asks, smile still evident on her tanned face. I always wish I got my mom's skin: clear and tan. Instead, I got my dad's light and oily skin.

Here goes nothing.

"So you know how you told me I need to make more friends and such?" I ask her. She nods, her smile never faltering. I take a breath before spilling the rest of my thought.

"Well some of my friends are going to LA for the first few days of Winter break, and they invited me to go with them. Could I go? I know it's a little last minute and that LA is in a whole different country, so I completely understand if you don't want me to go, but I really do think that-" she cuts off my incessant rambling by holding up her index finger.

"Yes!" she says, confusing me. I furrow my brows and look at her with a bewildered expression.

"What?" I ask her. Was she saying yes to me going or yes it's last minute?

"Yes, of course you can go!" she exclaims, smiling brightly. My eyes light up in realization that she just said yes to me traveling out of the country with friends she has only met once or twice for a few brief moments.

"Are you serious?" I ask her in order to confirm my beliefs. She nods, making me even more giddy with excitement.

"Alaska, I want you to experience it all while you are young. Explore different possibilities and places with people you enjoy spending time with! I want you to take opportunities like this to learn more about yourself and what you want to do with your life. So, yes I am serious," she says, completely serious, yet never dropping her grin. I can't help but wrap my arms around her thin body and give her a tight hug. Although I may not agree with some of the choices she's made or the things she values, she is still my mother whom I love.

"Thank you so much, mom. I love you," I say softly, shutting me eyes as if it would deepen the embrace. My mom pulls me in tight as well, rubbing my back with her hand as we sway slightly side to side.

"I love you too, Alaska," she says, pulling away from the hug, "but you need to start packing! You're leaving soon! I'm going to finish these cookies, but I can come up and help you when I'm done, okay?"

"Sounds good," I say, smiling. She returns the gesture before turning back to the mixing bowl on the counter as I skip upstairs. I reach my room, heading straight for the closet where I retrieve my luggage.

I set the various suitcases on my bed before carefully scanning the racks and shelves in my closet for the proper amount and type of clothing. One item at a time, I set various outfit pieces in the suitcase neatly. Although it's going to be warm almost 100 percent of the time, I still pack leggings and jeans just in case. I also throw in shoes, bathing suits, undergarments, and socks.

My mom comes upstairs, as promised, and helps me organize my luggage logically according to size and whatnot. I definitely overpacked, but I would much rather be overprepared than get there and not have enough clothes or options.

"I think that's it for now, mom. I'm just leaving my bathroom stuff out so I can use it tomorrow morning before my flight," I tell my mom, zipping up my packed suitcase.

"Sounds like a plan. When does your flight leave?" she asks, leaning against the doorframe.

"10:05 am," I tell her, remembering the plan Steph had told me as we were shopping. She was going to pick Carly and I up around nine and drive us to the airport where we'll catch our plane. I  definitely wanted to get a good amount of sleep tonight because we are only going to have a little bit of time before we have to go to the game.

"Then you should probably get some sleep. If I don't see you before you leave, have a wonderful time out there! You got your passport, right?" she smiles. I nod and return her warm expression.

"Thanks, mom. I love you," I tell her as she takes a step out of the room.

"I love you too, Alaska," she replies before walking back downstairs. I turn my attention away from the open bedroom door and back to the giant suitcase resting on my bed. I grab the large piece of luggage and wrestle it onto the floor, setting it by my door. While I'm up, I lay out my outfit for tomorrow then pop into the bathroom to shower.

After a good twenty minutes of persistent scrubbing and singing, I change into comfy clothes and get under the fluffy covers on my bed. Before I shut my eyes for the rest of the night, I reach across my bedside table and check for any notifications.

Group Chat: Girlies Alaska, Carly, & Steph

Steph: y'all better be ready at 9 or I'm leaving without you!

Carl: already set my alarm!

yes ma'am

Steph: guys! I'm so excited!!!!

same

Carl: gee Lask, you sound thrilled

I swear I'm screaming on the inside

Carl: good :)

Steph: ugh hold on, the guys want in the group chat

THEY CAN'T JOIN GIRLIES

Carl: ^^^^!!!

Steph: relax! I'm making a new chat

Group Chat: LA Bros 'n Hoes Alaska, Steph, Carly, William, Auston, Mitch, Matt, Morgan, & Nazem

Steph: there you are

hoes???

Naz: we had to include you in the name somehow

Mitch: we use the term loosely

I'm sure

Matt: WHO'S PUMPED FOR LA

Steph: me!

Willy: duh

Carly: so what are we planning on doing other than watch a bunch of uncoordinated guys skate around?

^took the words right out of my mouth

Mitch: we are very coordinated!!

Mo: except for Auston, maybe

Auston: you're so right

Naz: is he as uncoordinated in bed as he is on the ice, Alaska?

couldn't tell you

Matt: shame

Mo: yeah, I'd imagine he struggles a bit

Mitch: agreed

Willy: I always thought he was a virgin

yeah, I get that vibe from him

Auston: what vibe?

Steph: the annoying, pubescent teenage boy vibe

yeah, that one!

Auston: I'm going to bed now

[sutterbabe]

#5 Auston Matthews

Requested by @rxsita-twd

Can you do one where you're Mitch's twin sis and like you're at a game 'cause you live in Toronto and Auston gets really hurt and Mitch gets attacked trying to defend him from more attacks and they have to get both boys off the ice (Mitch can still walk but Auston has to be carried) and you race there trying to find out if your brother is okay and Auston pretty much confesses his love for you to everyone in the room without realizing it because he's pretty much knocked out? PRETTY PLEASE THANKS

You guys always have the best prompts and I love it !

Auston is a meme and I had to stop myself from writing ‘cash me outside howbow dah’

This took so long and i couldn’t figure out how to write the important bit.

Also focuses more on mitch than auston im sorry but sibling relationships are really important to me.

Pre-writing note: I bet this is gonna make me cry

Song suggestion of the day: Life worth living by Laurel

Warnings: I got no brothers but my cousin has acted as a stand in and I’ve been traumatised beyond belief so i think im good. He’s an embarrassment. LANGUAGE WARNING (its not that bad idk why i put it in caps).

“...and if someone in a Canucks jersey tries to talk to you, punch them.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief as you glanced across the living room at Auston Matthews, who was watching the exchange with an amused expression. “Mitchell, you’re only older by three minutes, stop trying to act like Chris.” you retorted indignantly, turning your attention back to your twin brother who was clattering around behind you in the kitchen.

“Well, in his absence his solemn duty, to protect you from all harm, now falls to me.” Mitch stated, a matter-of-factly as he walked into the room and plonked himself down beside you. Okay, you hadn’t been to a game in a little while, not everyone can have their dream job (or unlimited time off). That said, It wasn’t like you’d never been to a hockey game, you’d probably disowned (at least by your brothers) if you hadn’t. Still, Mitch was being a pain by trying to be overprotective and you hadn’t even left the house yet.

“That is not Chris’ job. At least he knows I can look after myself.” you muttered, throwing your legs over Mitch’s lap as you leaned back on the arm of the couch, watching him struggle with his tie.

“I’m being caring and brotherly.” Mitch whined, as you finally relented, sitting up to help him fix his tie.

“It’s a hockey game not a bar fight.” you retorted, glancing over at the only american in the room, yet again. “Auston, back me up here.”

“No, no, no. Illegal move. He’s my friend, you can’t use him against me.” Mitch protested indignantly.

“So I can’t be friends with Auston because you’re friends with him?” you retorted. “Sharing is caring, Mitch. Besides, your advice is stupid. I’d probably get more hurt than the person I was punching. It’s the easiest way to break your hand, you know.”

Mitch made a face. “You get my point though.” 

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes again. “Well, Vancouver wouldn’t be so riled up if you would just shut your damn mouth sometimes.” you retorted. Although he was taller than you (just), on the ice, your twin brother was both tiny and annoying. He was also very good but there was no way you were telling him anything of the sort.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Mitch laughed.

“The fun is not getting ten million phone calls from mum every time someone tries to fight you.” you replied, with a hint of annoyance. Truthfully you were more worried than annoyed. Mitch might be a pain but if anyone so much as yelled at him, you were prepared to fight them yourself.

“Not my problem.” he teased, but sobered up under your frown. “Don’t worry, that’s why I’m friends with this guy.” he patted leaned across to Auston’s knee. “he has a scary war face. I saw it one time when we played the ‘yotes” Mitch faked a shudder. “I didn’t sleep for a week.” Auston shoved mitch lightly at that.

you rolled your eyes. “Auston’s the possibly one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met, he couldn’t hurt a fly.” You glanced at Auston. “No offence?”

Auston shrugged and shook his head lightly, his cheeks tinted a light pink shade. “None taken.” Mitch laughed at this,waggling his eyebrows and making you elbow his ribs.

you nodded appreciatively at Auston. “Also, do not fight anyone for him.” you warned, glaring at your brother.

Mitch shook his head. “Stop being annoying. We’ll be fine. Now where’s your jersey?” he demanded.

“Right next to you, doofus. Are we going or not?” you replied.

In reply you received a jersey to the face.

You didn’t pay much attention during warm ups, mainly because they usually consisted of your brother goofing off and just generally being embarrassing. Auston, Mitch and a couple of other leafs guys would skate past every so often and slam into the boards in front of you, making you jump in surprise (much to your displeasure).

This was the last of three match-ups between Toronto and Vancouver, and you could already tell it was going to be a hard fought game before it had even started. You could see words being exchanged whenever one player got close to the other team. Unsurprisingly, Mitch had easily seen through your guise of disinterest earlier and would glance over at you every now and again to give you a reassuring smile. You would gave him a half-hearted one and a thumbs up in return and he would nod.

It was a scoreless but not uneventful first period. There were a few hits that had you screaming insults at the ice, and you could see Mitch going about his usual business riling people up, which didn’t help your game anxiety. The second period wan’t much better and you could tell the rest of the crowd were itching for some action. The third period started well for the leafs, Auston was on fire, speeding around and making plays. Mitch had the puck and was zooming down the ice towards you, when out of nowhere a canucks player appeared, slamming him into the boards. You flew to your feet, screaming profanities, Auston was by his friends side in an instant, giving the offending player a hefty shove. You could see him yelling at the linesman, gesturing to Mitch who had clambered to his feet. Auston and mitch were shaking their heads and just generally looking frustrated as they spoke with one of the linesman before skating away looking furious. Meanwhile, the Canucks fans were louder than ever. Auston tapped gently on the glass in front of you with his stick as he skated past while they prepped for a face off, making you smile a little as Mitch gave you a little thumbs up and stuffed his mouthguard back in his mouth. The canucks player from before skated past and muttered a few words to Mitch who glanced at you and laughed. That was one of the things you admired about your brother, his ability to shrug things off. Auston was usually included in this bracket but apparently whatever they were saying was really getting to him today. 

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” you heard Mitch laugh as he skated by, canuck right up in his grill. Auston eventually got tired of the guy tailing his friend and gave him a shove. The player didn’t take kindly to it, the two guys were staring each other down, each sprouting equally offensive chirps.

“Come on, let’s fucking go.” the canucks player had dropped his gloves and the crowd was going crazy. “come on, hot shot”

Your brother was watching Auston apprehensively, not wanting to intervene just yet.

It was clear Auston wasn’t going to take the bait and the game only got rougher from there. They had eyes on both Mitch and Auston which was making you more than nervous and with no goals, the game was going into OT, or what you like to call ‘oh fuck’. A couple of canucks drove Tyler Bozak headfirst into the boards and from there everything disintegrated. Auston rushed over to make sure Tyler was okay, but instead was met by three canucks who were itching for a fight. Mitch rushed in to help his friend out, but it only made things all the worse. There was blood on the ice and you couldn’t tell if Mitch and Auston were alright since they were trapped right in the heart of a massive line brawl. You were beside yourself with worry, your phone was ringing out and you bet ten bucks it was your mum. As the scrum was broken up by the linesmen, you could finally get a view of the carnage and it didn’t look good. You’d seen a lot of hockey fights in your day, but nothing like this. Your twin brother was struggling to his feet and had to be helped up and off the ice by Matt Martin and Zach Hyman. Meanwhile, Auston was hardly moving, and the sight of a stretcher being rushed onto the ice, really didn’t help your nerves. You didn’t even stay to see them get rushed off the ice safely, you were already sprinting towards the locker rooms get to your brother.

“Mitch!” You cried, flinging yourself into your brother’s arms. He looked worried and very bruised but otherwise alright. You smoothed his hair back from his face to check for any other bruises, still wide eyed and extremely worried. “Are you alright? Did they say you’re okay? Oh my god, I was so.. You scared me! Are you sure you’re okay?” as you continued interrogating him, a couple of his teammates popped in to see how they were doing. Even the news of Mo’s game winning goal didn’t seem to cheer Mitch up. After assuring you that he was alright at least a hundred times over, you finally released him from your bone crushing hug. “You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” you snapped, shoving his shoulder. 

“Y/N,” Mitch protested, stepping back to steady himself as your push had caught him unawares. 

“The hell were you thinking! I thought…” to be honest you didn’t really know what was going through your mind at the time, it was all such a blur. “You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.” You glared at him. “I bet you’re fucking pleased with yourself.”

“What did you expect me to do?! I was supposed to fucking sit there while he’s got three guys on top of him?” Mitch yelled, gesturing to the other side of the room where Auston Matthews had lost all forms of mental filter which was much to the amusement of his present leafs teammates.

“I don’t know! I don’t know, okay! You’re not allowed to pull that shit! What the fuck did you say to them?”

“Oh so now this is my fault?” Mitch seethed incredulously.

“I told you if you didn’t shut your fucking mouth-“

“That is not what this is about!”

“Fucking enlighten me then Mitchell because one of your best friends was just pummelled-“

“They said some things and I-“

“What the fuck could they possibly say to you? You laughed in his fucking face!”

“It wasn’t just me! Auston didn’t take too kindly-“

“Oh well done Mitch, blame it on the unconscious guy."

“That is not what is going on here!” He retorted. “If you’d actually let me get a fucking word in.”

You glared. “I don’t fucking care. You gave me a fucking heart attack and Auston wasn’t fucking moving. Excuse me if I’m not as calm as you expected.”

“Austin’s going to be fine.” Mitch snapped, but he sounded unsure.

“Really? Do you know that? I’m no doctor but I don’t think he’s going to jump back out, whoopty-do, and be ready to play.” you replied

“He could.”

You almost screamed at your brother. “Is this a fucking game to you? You could have died!”okay a tad dramatic but to be honest, unconscious Auston Matthews was giving you an indication of how serious this was. 

“Y/N!” Mitch cried out, frustrated, grabbing your wrists as you threw your hands up in exasperation. “I’m sorry! What else do you want me to say, okay? I’m sorry!” You sighed in defeat, relenting and melting into him, squeezing him in a painfully tight hug. Mitch chuckled nervously, as he glanced down at you. “Uh,”

On the other side of the room, your harried yells attracted the american’s attention. Will Nylander watched for a moment as Auston struggled to sit up before finally taking pity on him and helping him out.“What’s up, buddy?”

“Is Y/N here?” Auston asked. A giant grin appeared on Matt Martin’s face as Willy frowned a little in confusion. The conversation caught Mitch’s attention and he extracted himself from your bone crushing hug to listen in.

“Yeah, why?” The other leafs watched in amusement as Auston’s cheeks flushed gently. 

“I’m so fucking whipped.” he told them with a laugh.You were pretty sure both you and Mitch’s jaws fell open in perfect synch as five expressions ranging from amusement to surprise were directed at you.

“Probably don’t announce that to the whole room, Matts.” Mitch muttered through clenched teeth.

You rounded on him. “You knew!” you gasped. “you little shit!”

“ow!” mitch protested indignantly as you landed a solid punch to his shoulder. “He said you were pretty and I told him to stop hitting on you! OW! Stop it!”

You glared at him before grinning giddily at Auston. “you are literally the cutest thing in human existence.”

Behind you, Mitch made a gaging motion.

[hockeyytrash]

Alaska - Chapter Eleven

-2000 words-

@alaskamay : on our way LA

Tagged: @carlyyvalentine, @stephlachancee

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@marner_93 : hurry up I miss u

@alaskamay : @marner_93 miss u too

@stephlachancee : @marner_93 glad you miss me

@marner_93 : @stephlachancee of course I miss you stephy :)

@43kadri : ^ew love

@alaskamay : @43kadri I feel u

@mattymarts17 : thank god, Auston won't stop talking about you

@stephlachancee : @mattymarts17 funny, Alaska's been doing the same thing!

@alaskamay : @mattymarts17 that's just not true

@austonmatthews : ^^

@williamnylander : can't wait to see my girl ;)

@alaskamay : @williamnylander ????

@williamnylander : @alaskamay *can't wait to see my girls

@alaskamay : @williamnylander much better

Against my best attempts, Steph got the window seat and Carly got the aisle, leaving me to squished in between the two. The flight was long but peaceful. I slept for the vast majority of the five-hour flight, only staying awake long enough to pee and listen to the flight crew give instructions. Thankfully, our flight was nonstop or else we would have gotten to LA much later.

The second we stepped out of LAX, Steph made herself busy with hailing a cab. It wasn't very hard because of the high demand for them from travelers. The three of us piled our luggage into the trunk of the cab and gave the driver the name of our hotel. He got us there quickly, despite the usual LA traffic. We were all especially thankful for this so we could have as much time as possible to get ready.

It's about four fifteen when Steph, Carly, and I burst into the room we will be sharing for our stay, however, I'm sure it is subject to change because of their boyfriends. Knowing those two, they will be spending some nights in their boys' rooms.

The room we booked is very large for a hotel room. It's more of a condo than anything else. There is a small bedroom for each of us, furnished with a queen sized bed and a closet for our clothes. Our room also had a small living room with a TV and a simple kitchen.

The first thing we do is sprint to claim a room. Carly and Steph heard that there was one room with a balcony, so naturally, they scrambled into the first two rooms to claim that one. However, while they were caught up in their search, I sauntered into the third room, pleased to see double doors leading to a balcony. I smile proudly, setting my bags down on the bed.

"What the hell, Alaska?" Carly yells, storming into my room, eyeing the balcony. I smirk at her wild reaction. Steph bursts in a second later with the same surprised expression as Carly. I flop down onto the bed, officially claiming the room.

"How come you get this room? You didn't even care!" Steph argues. I roll my eyes at her and run a hand through my knotty plane hair.

"Maybe because you two won't even be here half the time! You'll be with Will and Mitch. I, on the other hand, will be here every night, so I am the only one who will make the most of it," I reply, unable to keep a straight face.

"Fine," Carly huffs on her way out of the room, "I'm going to get ready."

"Eh, I guess that makes sense. I'm gonna go get ready, too. Are you showering?" Steph asks, already over the whole ordeal.

"No, I showered last night," I tell while shaking my head. She nods and turns to leave, but stops in the doorway, turning around with a smile.

"Will you please where somethings Leaf-oriented?" she asks with a hopeful expression. My smile falters a bit and I don't hold back a groan. I know it's trivial, but I just hate wearing another team's gear. Maybe I am too strict about that. I guess I should show support for my friends like Mitch and Will. I really hate giving in, but it's bound to happen at some point.

"Fine. What did you bring?" I sigh, watching her expression flip to full-on glee as I admit defeat. She lets out an unearthly squeal and jumps up and down in her spot.

"Oh my God! I never thought you'd actually say yes! I only brought my Marner jersey, but I'll text Mitch to bring something down for you. I think they're still here," she says, already pulling out her phone and typing rapidly. I laugh at her reaction while pulling out some of my clothes and putting them away in the closet neatly.

"It's settled! Mitch is gonna bring a shirt down in about an hour on their way to the game," she exclaims, waving her phone in the air.

"Okay, so I'll get ready and then just quickly slip it on, on our way," I tell her, making my own game plan for the night. She throws me a thumbs up then skips out of the room. I shake my head, laughing at her energetic exit.

I turn back to my closet and hurriedly put away the rest of my clothes so I can start getting ready. I decided to just slip on black jeans and converse because they'll almost definitely match whatever Mitch gives me. After my slight wardrobe change, I head into the bathroom to do my makeup. Since I hadn't put any on for the flight, I run through my whole routine including foundation, mascara, and everything in between. I hum along to random songs while periodically checking the time to make sure I wasn't taking too long.

Next, comes hair, however, I don't do much; just a quick brushing to get the knots out and allow for my slight natural waves to show through. I stand in front of the mirror for a moment, gazing at my appearance then my phone's lock screen. The time flashes 6:10. Where the hell is Mitch? If Carly, Steph, and I might be late at this time, then he surely is. He's playing for crying out loud!

Coincidence or not, a loud knock echoes through our room. I poke my head out my bedroom door to see who is going to answer it. A squeaky holler sounds throughout the room.

"Alaska! Answer the door! That's Mitch with your stuff!"

I look down at my outfit, noting that I am only in jeans and a bra. I debate digging around for a t-shirt, but ultimately decided it wasn't worth the split-second encounter. Plus, it was Mitch. Although I haven't known him for that long, he has proven to be one of my friends, so it's not that weird to greet him like that.

I jog over to the front door and twist the handle, revealing not Mitch, but Auston. Why does life hate me so much? I groan outwardly, crossing one arm over my chest to cover up and reaching the other out towards Auston.

"Excited to see me?" he says, no doubt smirking at my appearance.

"Not quite," I reply with an overly fake smile. He chuckles at my reaction, shifting his weight to one foot. I wave my outstretched hand in a small circle, signaling for him to hand over the shirt.

"If you couldn't tell already, I need a shirt," I tell him, adding some sass and wide eyes. He does his 'lip thing' where he swipes his tongue across his lips, eyes burning into mine.

"Actually, I prefer you without one," he says, grinning. I roll my eyes and reach both arms out, creating a nice platform he could set the shirt on. He waits for my sarcastic reply, but I don't give him the satisfaction. Partly because we are all going to be late if he doesn't get moving.

"Fine," he says, lifting his hand that contained a ball of blue and white fabric. He sets it in my outstretched arms with a growing smile. Why is he still standing here? I let out a huff of annoyance and unfold the shirt or rather the jersey. A Matthews jersey. That little fucker.

"What the fuck is this?" I question him, not bothering to censor myself. Two doors slam shut behind me as Auston opens his mouth to reply. Carly and Steph rush to my side, completely ready to go.

"Alaska put the shirt on! We have to go!" Carly exclaims, flinging her hands towards the jersey that lay in my hands. She makes an 'o' with her mouth when she realizes it's Auston's jersey.

"C'mon girl! I grabbed your phone, just put on the jersey! We're going to be late!" Steph says, matching Carly's level of urgency. I frantically look between the jersey in my hands and Auston's smirking face. I absolutely hate giving him the satisfaction, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I begrudgingly pull the jersey over my head. It hangs loosely off my body and falls at my mid-thigh. I take my phone from Steph before pushing past Auston to get out the door. Carly and Steph follow suit, immediately rushing towards the elevator. I follow the pair with Auston at my side, reaching the elevator in a matter of seconds.

The doors open and we pile in. Carly presses the button for the ground floor and the parking garage. Apparently, the Leafs' bus left from the garage. The four of us are silent the whole trip down, making it slightly awkward. I could feel Auston's eyes boring into the side of my face from his spot a couple feet away. I can't believe I'm wearing his goddamn jersey. Why couldn't Mitch come and bring me a sweatshirt or something?

The elevator dings and halts on the ground floor. Steph and Carly bolt out immediately as soon as the doors open. I make a fast effort to join them, but a large hand catches mine on my way out. Because of my momentum, I'm jerked back into the elevator, then stopped by a solid, warm surface.

I look up and see Auston looming right over me due to the extreme proximity we share. It was like I was frozen against his body, unable to move away. I look at him in surprise with my eyebrows furrowed. He just stares down at me with a sly grin.

Before I can process what's happening, he leans down towards my face, so close I can feel his warm breath tickle my cheek. I open my mouth to protest, but no words come out. He leans into my ear just as the elevator dings, alerting us that the doors will be closing soon. The sound pulls me out of whatever trance I was in and I try to step away from him and toward the exit.

However, Auston's grip stays firm as he leans into my ear. I suck in a breath as his face brushes past mine.

"Auston, I have to go," I tell him, taking a step in between the doors so that they stay open.

"I know," he says, regaining his infamous smirk.

"Good luck, Matthews," I say, backing away from the elevator. The doors begin closing, but I continue to hold Auston's strong gaze.

"You're all the luck I need, Laska," he smirks, right before the doors shut completely. I immediately turn on my heel, hurrying towards the front entrance to the hotel. I burst out the doors, scanning the area for Carly and Steph. I spot them a few feet away, getting into a taxi. I jog over to them and climb in.

Steph tells the driver we need to get to the arena as if it wasn't obvious enough with all of our gear. He nods and pulls away from the curb next to the hotel, whisking us down the streets of LA.

I look to my left and find Carly looking at me with a questioning look and smile on her face.

"What?" I ask, not understanding why she has been staring at me.

"Why are you smiling like that?" she asks in response.

"Smiling like what?"

"Like you're hiding something," she says, skeptical.

"I'm not hiding anything!" I insist, my guilty smile growing.

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Matthews."