Relationship: Established; Auston Matthews x Reader
Summary: Auston takes a skate to the ribs during a game and needs stitches. Luckily, his girlfriend is a surgical resident.
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Major character injury. Medical procure. Alcohol.
“Ow.” Auston mumbled to himself as he sat down on the couch in his empty apartment. You were still at work and wouldn’t be home for a while.
Sitting there, Auston sighed to himself as he wondered how he’d tell you what happened. Since you were working, you weren’t able to watch the game, meaning you didn’t see the collision. He had been caught with another player and went into the boards awkwardly, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that the other player’s skate had come up and clipped him in the ribs, giving him a cut worthy of a lot of stitches.
He shook his head and reached for the TV remote without thinking, which caused a burning pain where he was cut. He lifted his shirt to look at the wound and rolled his eyes when he realized that he had ripped some of his stitches. “Fucking fantastic.”
“Babe?” You called as soon as you came through the door.
“In the living room.” Auston called back.
You smiled and happily made your way towards the living room where you found your boyfriend on the couch. You sat down beside him and leaned forwards to kiss his cheek. “I checked the NHL app as soon as I finished my shift and saw that you guys won and that you scored. I’m so proud of you.”
Auston smiled weakly at you. “Thanks…”
Your smile faltered and you furrowed your brows. “Aus? What’s wrong?”
Auston shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Do you, um, do you, by any chance, have a suture kit around?”
You sat up straight at his words. Of course you had a suture kit with you. You were a surgical resident. “Auston, why do you need a suture kit?”
Auston gave you a defeated look and lifted his shirt to reveal the gash and torn stitches.
“Oh my god!” You couldn’t help but say, your eyes going wide. “What happened?”
Auston dropped his shirt. “I went into the boards with another player and his skate managed to get me.”
You cringed as you pictured it happening. As much as it would pain you, you were going to watch that replay later…
“And I ripped some of my stitches and I really don’t want to go to the hospital to get re-stitched, so can you please just patch me up?” He asked you softly.
You sighed and nodded your head. “Of course. I don’t have any lidocainethough, so it’s going to hurt.”
Auston laughed. “I took the skate, I can take the stitch.”
You shook your head and leaned in to give your boyfriend a real kiss. You pulled back after a moment, but Auston chased your lips, giving you another, deeper, kiss.
“You take the pain away.” He said once the two of you had parted.
You smiled and kisses the corner of his mouth. “You won’t be saying that in a few minutes.”
He laughed and you pushed yourself up to go grab the suture kit from the closet. You turned the lights on and pulled everything that you needed out before pulling on the gloves. “Take your shirt off.” You said softly.
Auston smirked at you and complied, trying his best not to wince. “I like it when you say that.” He said with a wink.
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help your smile. You grabbed the scissors and tweezers and sat down beside him again. “This is going to hurt.”
“I can take it.” He said, but he gripped the arm rest of the couch.
You tightened your lips and removed all the ripped stitches before looking back up at Auston, who had his eyes closed and his jaw clenched. The hand gripping the arm rest had white knuckles.
“Done already?” He said with a light laugh once he realized you had stopped.
You laughed and put the tweezers and scissors down and picked up the needle. “I just took out the ripped stitches, I’m going to start stitching you up now.”
Auston groaned. “Oh my god. Okay, wait.”
You paused and put the needle back down before turning to look at him. You were faced with his pain filled eyes. “Yeah?”
“Can you grab the tequila?” He asked softly.
You laughed and nodded, peeling the gloves off before getting up to grab the bottle of tequila and a shot glass, bringing them to Auston. He took the bottle but not the glass, opening the bottle and taking a few drinks right out of the bottle before shaking his head.
You looked at him with wide eyes and put the shot glass on the coffee table. “That bad?”
Auston took another drink before nodding. “Just trying to numb it out.”
You nodded and put the gloves back on before sitting down next to him. “Just let me know when you’re ready, okay? Take as long as you need.”
Auston nodded and reached over to hold your thigh. “Thank you.”
He took a couple minutes before patting you on the thigh. “Okay, stitch me up, doc.”
You laughed and nodded. “You sure?”
Auston shook his head. “Not even a little bit, but let’s just get it over with.”
You chuckled and picked the needle up and started to replace his ripped stiches. Auston took more sips between each stitch and mumbled a lot of profanity and you apologized non-stop for the pain, but eventually you were done.
“Done?” Auston repeated to you after you said it to him.
You nodded your head and pulled your gloves off. “Done. Don’t rip them because I don’t want to do this again.”
Auston visibly relaxed into the couch and put the bottle of tequila onto the table beside the couch. “Thank god.”
“I’m sorry, Aus.”
He shook his head and reached out to you, giving your hand a squeeze. “Don’t apologize, it isn’t your fault. Thank you for stitching me up.”
“I’m just sorry it hurt.” You said softly.
Auston’s lips twitched up. “I’m just a big wimp, okay? Promise you won’t tell the boys?”
Summary: You and Mitch are high school sweethearts and you guys have your first time (takes place during senior year).
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids)
You and Mitch had been dating for a while. The two of you met in the beginning of grade nine, when the two of you started high school. The two of you became friends and through grade ten, the two of you started dating.
Since then, the two of you had fooled around a bit. Lots of making out, some touching. The furthest the two of you had gone was some under the shirt touching and the few times you had let him take your shirt off and see and feel your bare chest.
Mitch loved the feeling of your bare chest and he loved trailing his lips along your skin.
Mitch wanted to do more. He wanted to see and feel more of you. But you weren’t ready and he would never push you, so he waited, which was fine. Mitch was happy to be with you, regardless of the physical side. You were what mattered to him.
And you? You loved the feeling of Mitch. His hands. His lips. You loved straddling his lap. Him above you as the two of you made out in his bed.
You had been thinking about taking that next step with Mitch for a while. Being that close to Mitch felt so good and you wanted to go further, to have him closer and feel him entirely.
But you were scared. Well, you were more nervous than you were scared.
The two of you were in your senior year, and Mitch and the Knights were having a great season.
You were nervous about taking that next step, but you wanted to. You were ready to.
You had the house to yourself that Friday. Your parents were out with your aunts and uncles celebrating an anniversary and they wouldn’t be back until some time Saturday. You, of course, invited Mitch over.
Mitch was sprawled out on the couch. He enjoyed having a Friday off with you, time he didn’t have to spend thinking about hockey. Time he could just be Mitch and be with you.
And you were curled into Mitch’s side as the two of you watched some movie. But you couldn’t think about the movie, all you could think about was Mitch’s hand on your lower back and his chest under your head.
So, you moved your hand down before slipping it under his shirt. This got Mitch’s attention and he turned towards you.
“Yes?” He asked softly.
You didn’t answer him, instead you pushed yourself up to kiss him, moving to lie on top of him, your bodies pressed together. Mitch was surprised, but he quickly melted into the kiss, bringing his free hand up to cup your cheek.
He pulled back after a moment. “What’s this about?”
“I uh, I thought that we could maybe...” You trailed off, not meeting his eyes.
Mitch furrowed his brows. “What?”
You took a deep breath before bringing your eyes back to Mitch’s. “I want to have sex. With you.”
Mitch’s eyes widened a little. “Really?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I mean, that is if you want to.”
Mitch pushed himself up so that the two of you were sitting next to each other on the couch.
“I want to,” he said. “Of course I want to.” Mitch bit his lip and cocked his head to the side. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his reaction.
“Are you sure?” He asked you.
You nodded your head. “I am. I trust you and...” you trailed off, taking a breath and moving your hand down his chest. “And I want to feel you, Mitch.”
That set everything in motion for Mitch and he pushed himself off the couch and grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the couch before walking towards your room. You rolled your eyes as you walked towards your room. Inside your room, he let go of your hand and you sat down on your bed as he closed the door.
“Are we really going to do this?” He asked you, standing next to the closed door.
You smiled at him. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Mitch crossed the room and sat down on your bed, putting his hand on your thigh. “We can stop at any time, okay?”
You nodded before shifting so you were straddling his waist. You looped your arms around his neck before leaning in and kissing him softly. He kissed back instantly and moved his hands to your hips. Mitch ran his tongue along your bottom lip, looking for entrance. You granted him entrance and moaned at the taste of him.
Mitch took that as a sign and moved a hand down to your ass, gently kneading it as he slipped his other hand under your shirt. This was familiar territory. The two of you had done a lot of this.
All the same, you moaned at the contact, pulling away from the kiss for air. “Mitch…”
Mitch’s eyes flicked to yours unsure. “Do you want to stop?”
You swallowed before shaking your head, crashing your lips back onto his. Mitch moved both of his hand down to your ass to support you before standing up and turning around to lay you down on the bed before he deepened the kiss.
You moaned into the kiss, tangling your hands into his hair, giving the strands a light tug causing Mitch to groan before lightly biting your lower lip. You rested your forehead on his, panting lightly. “I want you to touch me.”
Mitch took a deep breath before nodding. He moved his hands down to your waist and took a hold of your shirt’s hem. You sat up slightly to help him take it off and he discarded it onto the floor, leaving you in a new lacy bra that you had bought for this exact purpose.
Mitch’s eyes widened momentarily before he looked back up to your eyes. “I haven’t seen this one before.”
You felt yourself blush and shrugged your shoulders. “It’s new.”
Mitch smirked at you. “How long were you planning this?”
You blushed harder and moved your eyes up to your ceiling. Mitch leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You don’t have to answer, don’t worry.” Then he pulled back to take his shirt off, discarding it onto the floor.
With Mitch shirtless before you, you pushed yourself up and brought your hand up to his chest and moved it down to his pantline. But, Mitch shook his head and pushed your hands away, gently pushing you back down onto the bed so that he was hovering over you. “Not yet, okay?”
You nodded and Mitch kissed you again, but only for a moment before he started to kiss down your jaw and neck. You sighed and moved your head to the side to give him more room. Once his lips made it down to your bra, he looked up at you. “Can I?”
You nodded and lifted your torso enough so that he could unclasp your bra before he slowly pulled the straps off your arms and discarding the garment onto the floor, leaving you bare from the waist up. He had seen your chest before, but this time it felt different and you couldn’t help but blush and try to suppress your nerves.
“Stop being nervous, you’re beautiful.” Mitch whispered, knowing your thoughts and you nodded, laying back down onto the bed.
Mitch hovered over you once again, him resting between your legs, and took you in, biting his lip before kissing back down your chest. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking softly and running his tongue over the bud while he gave the other one some love with his hand, pinching it gently.
You gasped sharply, and moved your hips up against his. Mitch pulled back from your breast with a soft groan. He was half hard already and you were rutting against him. You moved your hips against his again, earning another groan from your boyfriend.
“Maybe you should take your jeans off. They can’t be comfortable.” You said softly.
Mitch nodded and pulled back to look at you. “They are pretty tight.”
You laughed. “That’s because you literally only own skinny jeans, Mitchy.”
“They’re the only pants that I look good in and you know it.” He said as he pulled back and stepped off the bed to take his pants off.
As he undid the button and zipper before pushing the jeans off, you felt your heart start to beat faster. You swallowed and undid your own pants as Mitch was struggling to get his jeans off, shrugging them down your legs before dropping them on the floor, leaving you in your panties on the bed. They matched your bra that Mitch had already removed.
“Woah.” Mitch said quietly after he managed to get his jeans off and he saw you so close to naked on the bed. He hardened more at the sight.
Mitch crawled back into bed, and you let your legs fall open so he could lay between them. It was the first time either of you had been so naked. You could feel him hard against your core and while you were nervous, you were wanted it. A lot.
So, you shifted your hips, moving your core against his dick, the fabrics working as wonderful friction for the both of you. Mitch let his eyes close and he bit his lip as you did that. After a moment he moved his hand to your hip and stopped you. He opened his eyes and slipped a finger into the waist band of your panties. “Can I?”
You nodded your head and Mitch pushed himself up onto his knees and looped his pointed fingers into your waist band and slowly pulled your panties down and off your legs, throwing them somewhere in your room and leaving you completely exposed.
And you didn’t feel as nervous or embarrassed as you thought you were going to be.
Mitch took a deep breath and he slowly brought his eyes back up to yours. “Can I… Can I touch you?”
You nodded. “I want you to.”
Mitch nodded and slowly brought a finger up to your core, running it through your folds. You moaned at the feeling.
“You’re so wet.” Mitch whispered and brought his finger up to your clit. He wasn’t like some of the boys his age, he actually knew where and what the clit was.
You moaned loudly at the feeling and let your head fall back against the pillow completely. You had touched yourself before, you weren’t a stranger to orgasms or clitoral stimulation, but it was something so different when someone else was touching you.
Mitch soaked in your reaction and moved his finger down towards your entrance, gently slipping his middle finger into you. You felt so warm and tight around his finger and he could just picture what you would feel like around him and he let out a shaky breath, his dick throbbing in his underwear.
Your eyes opened at action and you could see him clenching his jaw.
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows. “What?” You asked him softly, pulling him from his thoughts.
Mitch pulled his finger out. “What?”
“You. You’re clenching your jaw and stuff. What’s wrong?”
Mitch shook his head. “Nothing is wrong. I was just thinking about it. You know, me being inside you.”
“Is it too much? Do you want to stop?” You asked him, concerned.
Mitch shook his head. “No, I really don’t. Unless you do. If you want to stop, we’ll stop.” Mitch rambled on.
You laid back down. “I can take two fingers.” You said softly.
Mitch nodded and brought his pointed and middle finger back to your entrance and pushed them in. You moaned at the sensation and Mitch’s dick twitched at the sound and the knowledge that he was soon to be inside that tight, warm, wetness of your pussy.
Mitch pulled his fingers out slightly before pushing them back in, starting a slowish rhythm. Then he started to scissor his fingers. He bit his lip as he focused on his fingering, loving the soft moans escaping your lips.
“Mitch.” You asked softly and he looked up at you.
“Yeah?”
“I’m ready.”
Mitch swallowed and pulled his fingers back. “Are you sure?”
You nodded you head.
“Okay.” Mitch nodded back at you. “Um, do you have a condom by chance?”
“I’m on the pill, remember?” You said and Mitch nodded.
“Right.” He had completely forgotten about that. Mitch took a deep breath at the realization that there was going to be nothing between you and him.
“Are you okay?” You asked and he nodded.
“I’m good, I’m really good. I just…” He shook his head and moved his eyes away from yours. “I want this to be good for you, but I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”
You pushed yourself up so you were sitting and brought your hand up to cup his cheek. “Mitch, it’s our first time. I never expected you to be some sort of sex god. We’re going to get better at this as we go along. Right now, it’s good because it’s you. Okay?”
Mitch nodded and lifted his eyes back to yours. “Okay.”
“Do you want to stop?” You asked him.
Mitch shook his head. “No, I don’t. Do you?”
You shook your head. “Not at all.”
Mitch took a deep breath and stood up to take his underwear off, adding them to the growing pile of clothes on your floor. Mitch brought his hand to his length and gave himself a few strokes to help ease himself.
He looked down at you on the bed and you leaned back onto your elbows and let your legs fall back open for him. Mitch let out a shaky breath and kneeled between your legs before running the tip of his dick through your folds.
“Are you sure?” He asked you.
You nodded and Mitch positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You gasped as he groaned and once he was fully inside you, Mitch bit his lip and closed his eyes as he held your hips tightly. You were so warm and tight around him. He knew he wasn’t lasting long.
“You can move.” You told him after a moment.
Mitch nodded. “I need a minute.” Mitch said, a bit breathlessly.
You laughed lightly and moved your hand up to push his hair back. He opened his eyes at your action. “You literally feel amazing and I’m not going to last long.”
You nodded. “You feel good, too.”
Mitch smiled at you before he pulled out and pushed back in slowly, starting a slower rhythm. It felt good for you, but it felt really good for Mitch. He groaned softly as he continued to thrust into you, his eyes closing. With the feeling of Mitch and the sounds he was making, you slipped your hand down towards your clit and started to rub some soft circles on the bud, causing you to moan.
He opened his eyes at your sound and saw you with your eyes closed, touching yourself as he fucked you and his hips stuttered at the sight and he groaned softly.
“I’m close.” He whispered and you nodded, continuing your motions on your clit.
It wasn’t long after that that Mitch’s hips stuttered once again and groaned loudly, and you could feel him cum inside you. You couldn’t help but clench around him, causing him to groan again. You pulled your hand away from your clit and let Mitch rest completely against your chest.
Mitch took a moment to catch his breath before he pulled out of you, causing both of you to groan in displeasure before he laid down beside you on the bed. You stayed like that for a few moments before Mitch moved his hand over to your pussy, pressing his middle finger to your clit and rubbing circles.
You gasped which melted away into a moan.
“That good?” He asked you and you nodded your head.
“Don’t stop.” You moaned.
Mitch listened to you and kept rubbing your clit. It felt good. Really good. And you could feel your orgasm building, but it wasn’t enough. You rocked your hips softly against Mitch’s fingers and his finger rubbed your clit in just the right way, causing you to moan loudly. Mitch repeated that action, rubbing your clit in that way and soon you were close.
“I’m close, Mitch.” You moaned, looking over at him.
Mitch gave you a lopsided smile. “Good.”
He kept rubbing your clit and your orgasm washed over you. You moaned loudly and rocked your hips against his finger as your back arched. Mitch kept rubbing you through your orgasm, only stopping when you brought your hand up to push his away.
He moved his hand to your thigh and the two of you laid on your backs in your bed, still naked.
“So…” Mitch said after a few moments of silence.
“That was good, right?” You asked him.
Mitch nodded besides you. “It was good for me, was it for you?”
You nodded and turned onto your side to look at him. “It was good for me.”
Mitch turned over onto his side and bought his hand up to cup your cheek before leaning in to kiss you softly.
“I’ll order us some pizza, okay? You um, clean yourself up? And come out when you’re good?” Mitch asked and you nodded.
Relationship: Established; Frederick Andersen x Reader
Summary: Freddie brings you home some pastries.
Word Count: 619
Warnings: None.
Freddie had to get up early for practice most mornings, and he liked to go for a short run and have breakfast and what not, so he got up early, a lot early than you. That routine didn’t change once you moved in with him, well, little things changed.
He would still get up very early every morning and go for a run. However, instead of coming home and making himself a protein shake, he would make you breakfast or bring you something home. Then he would make you coffee and bring you your coffee while your breakfast waited for you on the kitchen table.
It was a nice little system the two of you had.
Today was no different.
He woke up at 5:30am like he did every morning and went for his run, running however long he felt like running that morning. Today he ended up passing by a little pastry place that he knew you liked around 6:30am, just as they were opening, so he decided to cut his run short so he could get you some pastries.
He picked out a nice little box of assorted pastries filled with the ones he knew were your favorites before he started his jog home, making sure he wasn’t moving too much as to ruin your breakfast.
When he got home, he placed the box of pastries on the kitchen table and started to make you some coffee before pulling out his ingredients for his shake. By the time he was done with his shake, the coffee was finished brewing, so he poured you a cup of coffee and made it just the way you liked before picking up and bringing towards his bedroom where he knew you were sleeping peacefully.
Fred placed your cup of coffee on the bedside table on your side before gently shaking your shoulder. “(Y/N). (Y/N)… Earth to (Y/N).”
You grumbled and brought your hand up to rub the sleep out of your eyes before opening them to see your boyfriend smiling down at you.
“I know, it’s a little earlier than usual, but I got you some pastries from that place that I know you like.” He whispered as you sat up. Once you were sitting he handed you your cup of coffee.
“Did you get the one that I really like?” You asked, your voice thick with sleep.
Fred chuckled. “The one that you can never remember the name of? I did. C’mon, babe.”
You smiled before taking a sip of your coffee. “Thanks, Freddie.”
He smiled at you and nodded before taking a seat on the edge of the bed, his hand lightly rubbing your leg over top of the blanket. “Did you sleep well?”
You nodded and looked over for the pastries your boyfriend said he bought. Freddie caught on to what you were looking for and laughed lightly. “They’re on the kitchen counter, Princess.”
You nodded your head and pouted at him but he shook his head with a smile. “Come on, you can get up for your pastries and have breakfast with me.”
You huffed but nodded your head. Freddie stood up and patted your leg and you put your coffee down on the bedside table before pushing the blankets off and getting out of bed. Fred was kinda expecting a hug, but instead you got up and grabbed one of his many Leafs sweaters. He raised an eyebrow at you.
“You’re all sweaty. I’m not touching you until you shower.” You said with a laugh and snuggled further into the sweater. “But this smells like you, so it’s good enough.”
Fred rolled his eyes but smiled at you nonetheless. “Whatever. Come on, let’s go have breakfast.”
Relationship: Pre-Established/Established; Auston Matthews x Reader
Summary:“I’m in love with you. I’m so fucking in love with you. That’s why I cut you out, okay? I couldn’t handle the thought of seeing you with another guy, of you being with another guy. I know it’s selfish, but…” Auston shrugged, laying the truth right out on the dance floor.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: None.
“I need to go.” You said and pushed the blankets off of yourself. You knew that you shouldn’t stay cuddled up with him knowing that you were going to break things off with him soon.
“What? Why?” Auston asked, sitting up in bed. You always stayed.
You shook your head and started to pick up your discarded clothes. “Don’t worry about it.” That was a lie.
And Auston knew it. “(Y/N). What’s going on?” He asked you, furrowing his brows.
You sighed and sat down on his side of the bed once you had gotten your underwear and shirt back on. “Aus… I have to tell you something.”
Auston swallowed and sat up straighter. “Okay?”
You opened and then closed your mouth before giving him a sad smile. “Auston, I don’t think that we should do this anymore.”
Auston blinked back at you. The two of you had been doing “this,” being friends with benefits, casual hook ups, for several months and it was a set up that worked so well for both of you.
But, the whole point of it was so that the two of you could “scratch that itch” while both remaining single. There would be no more sexual frustrations. Neither of you had a partner. Until now.
You had met someone. You never brought it up because you didn’t know if it was going to last or work, but it was. You liked the guy so you knew that you had to stop sleeping with Auston.
“Why?” He asked you after a long moment.
You took a deep breath. “I met someone.”
Auston nodded his head. You met someone so you didn’t need him anymore. “Oh.”
You nodded. “So, we can’t do this again.”
“Okay.” Auston said, very monotone. He never said anything else as you got dressed and left his place.
That was the beginning of March and you hadn’t seen Auston since. He dodged your calls and never answered your texts. He ghosted you, which hurt. A lot. But what were you to do about it? The friends with benefits idea was yours and you were the one that broke it off.
The truth was that Auston had feelings for you. He was actually planning on telling you about his feelings when you broke things off with him, so he ghosted you because he didn’t know how to handle his feelings. Because he couldn’t bear to see you with another guy.
But that was March and now it was December.
It had been close to a year and a new season later.
And Auston was handling his feelings just fine, or so he thought. Not seeing or talking to you for so long hurt, but he knew that seeing you with another guy would hurt so much more and he had to protect himself.
And, well, Toronto is a big city, the biggest in Canada, but it wasn’t big enough.
Auston was out with the boys at a club celebrating a win. He let his eyes scan the club, just seeing what kind of characters where in the place when he eyes fell on you. He nearly dropped his drink, but he was able to recover. Then he thought that there was no way it was you, Toronto was too big for that, but he looked at you straight on and there was no way it wasn’t you.
And then the guy came over and put his hand on your lower back. You smiled at the guy, completely oblivious to Auston just meters away.
The truth was, you started to see the guy and stopped things with Auston because you had feelings for Auston and you knew that there was never going to be anything more between the two of you and you felt guilty sleeping with him when it meant more to you than it did him.
And then Auston stopped talking to you and it hurt. A lot. But the new guy was there and sure, you didn’t like him as much as you liked Auston, but he was there and he was good to you.
But he wasn’t Auston.
Auston watched you and the guy the whole night and he noticed the way the guy would look at other girls and was maybe a bit rough with you, and he didn’t like it. He knew that he could treat you better.
“I’m going for it.” Auston told the boys when the guy had grabbed his coat and left while you stayed on the dance floor.
They literally all told him “no.” But he didn’t listen and stood up from his chair. Fred tried to stop him, but the look Auston gave him which his dead eyes…Fred let him go.
“Maybe it would give him some closure.” Fred shrugged when Mitch glared at him for letting Auston go.
Auston slipped through the dance floor until he made it to you and he pressed himself up against your back, putting his hands on your hips. He missed having you that close.
You froze at the feeling of another guy against you. It wasn’t (B/F/N), you knew that much. But, at the same time, the touch felt familiar to you, so you let the guy stay. (B/F/N) was gone anyways and it wasn’t like you were going to do anything, so why not dance?
You and Auston danced together for a few songs before you brought your hand up to his arm, pushing the sleeve up a bit. You saw the bit of ink peeking out and you were curious. And then you froze. You knew that ink. You turned around very quickly and came face to face with Auston Matthews.
“Oh my god.” You whispered before stepping back.
Auston opened and then closed his mouth. He didn’t know what to say. And you didn’t know what to say either, so the two of you looked at each other in the middle of the dance floor for a while.
“I’m sorry.” Auston whispered.
And you couldn’t help but laugh. “You cut my out of your life and now you’re grinding on me and you’re sorry?”
Auston shrugged. “It’s no excuse, and I know that, but I am sorry. I just…” He shook his head. “I didn’t know how to handle my feelings. I still don’t I guess.” He explained. He hadn’t seen you in months, you had a boyfriend and he was probably never going to see you again after this, so why not just tell you.
He had nothing left to lose.
You furrowed your brows. “What are you talking about?”
Auston gave you a soft smile. “You’re so fucking smart. You know, I never understood how you never noticed, or maybe you noticed but just ignored it…”
“Auston, what are you talking about?”
“I’m in love with you. I’m so fucking in love with you. That’s why I cut you out, okay? I couldn’t handle the thought of seeing you with another guy, of you being with another guy. I know it’s selfish, but…” Auston shrugged, laying the truth right out on the dance floor.
And your mind spiraled. Auston was in love with you. You left him because you loved him and he didn’t love you but he did. He loved you.
“I love you, too.” You said. “That’s why I broke things off in the first place.”
Auston’s jaw fell open. “Are you kidding me?”
You shook your head. “I didn’t want to take advantage of you. You know, having sex with you when I was actually in love with you and all.”
Auston shook his head with a small smile before he stepped closer to you. He brought his hand up to your cheek before crashing his lips to yours. You brought your hands up to grip his shirt and his free hand slid down to your ass causing you to moan softly into the kiss.
You pulled back from the kiss after a moment. “We should get out of here.”
Auston smiled and shook his head. “I want to do this properly. A real relationship.”
You smiled at him and nodded. “I would like that, too.”
“Good.” He chuckled and stepped back from you. “And to start off on the right foot, there’s no us until there’s no you and whatever his name is.”
You nodded your head. “I’m okay with that.”
Auston smiled and kissed you again, this time softer. “You have my number, call or text me, okay?” He said when he pulled back.
You nodded. “Okay.”
He looked at you for a moment longer before turning and walking back to his table.
Relationship: Established; Frederick Andersen x Reader
Summary: There was nearly a decade between you and him, and that never bothered him. The age difference was never an issue. But, he was always a little worried that you were too young for him, that one day the age difference would become an issue.
Word Count: 733
Warnings: Age gap
Ever since you and Fred had gotten home from the game, you had been quiet. Silent, actually. In the car you stared out the window and didn’t say a word. You didn’t congratulate him on the win, you didn’t even let him touch you. In the car when he went to put his hand on your thigh, you pushed it off.
And Fred? You were driving him crazy.
He had made it very clear at the start of your relationship months ago that he didn’t have time to deal with childish actions or indulge in childish drama. Yet there he was. Fred rolled his eyes and shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road. He would let you sit it out. He wasn’t going to act like a high schooler when he was a grown man.
Once you got back to his place, Fred didn’t say anything to you, instead he went back to his room to take his suit off. He came out of his bedroom dressed in sweats to see you glaring at him from the couch.
He clenched his jaw and crossed his arms over his chest. “What?” He asked a little harshly.
You rolled your eyes and turned away from him.
“No. Tell me what the fuck is up. This,” he said, walking closer and within sight of you before gesturing to you and him. “Is what I meant when I said no high school drama bullshit.”
You nodded, knowing he was right, but you couldn’t keep your bitterness out of your words. “You were gone for two weeks and then you came home and flirted with another woman. How am I supposed to feel about that?”
Fred’s eyes went wide. He neverdid that. “What are you talking about?”
You rolled your eyes. “After you were named first star, Frederik.”
He let the emotion fall from his face as he looked at you. Yes, he had had an interview with a woman after he was named the game’s first star, but he never flirted with her.
“I didn’t “flirt” with anyone.” He said slowly.
“Yeah, okay.” You said, shaking your head.
Fred ran his hand through his hair. This was what he was worried about.
There was nearly a decade between you and him, and that never bothered him. The age difference was never an issue. But, he was always a little worried that you were too young for him, that one day the age difference would become an issue.
And it would appear that his fears were right.
He shook his head. “I can’t do this.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at him. “What are you talking about?”
He gestured between you and him. “This. I can’t do this anymore.”
Your eyes widened and you could feel yourself begin to panic. You stood up very slowly. “Freddie…”
He shook his head. “I mean, what were we thinking, (Y/N)? I’m almost thirty and you can’t even legally drink in the States.”
“Don’t,” you swallowed. “Don’t say that.”
He sighed. “I’m just pointing out the obvious. I’m not making any decisions because I don’t make reckless, childishchoices. But, I am saying that we should seriously look at what we’re doing in this relationship.”
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, stepping closer to him, putting your hand on his arm. “I’m sorry for acting like a child. I overreacted and I’m sorry.”
Fred shrugged. “And I know that, but what’s to say that this won’t happen in the future? I don’t have time for the high school drama games, (Y/N).”
You nodded your head. “I know that.”
You looked at him for another moment before grabbing your bag. “I’ll see myself out. I’ll call a cab. I think that we need some time to breathe.”
You started to walk towards the door when Fred stopped you, putting his hand on your arm and turning you to face him. “I agree that we need some space to breathe and think, but… Toronto is a scary place. I don’t want you out there alone. And I haven’t seen you in weeks. So, can we be adults and put this on the shelf for another day?”
You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”
He smiled and opened his arms and you melted into his hug, wrapping your arms around his waist.
Relationship: Pre-Established; Auston Matthews x Reader
Summary: The Reader meets Auston in a coffee shop in Toronto.
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: None.
Living in or around Toronto was crazy because literally everyone supported the Leafs, no matter how trash they were doing. Your household was just like that. From a young age, liking the Toronto Maple Leafs was conditioned into you. As a kid you would cheer for the blue jerseys, not really understanding why.
But, as you got older, you were able to see that the Leafs were in fact a pretty bad team. So, you switched alliances to (Favourite Team). You were a traitor in the eyes of your family, and, if you were being honest, the more you heard about how “traitorous” you were and how “the Leafs will make a comeback, you’ll see” the less and less you liked them.
Before you had been neutral to the Leafs, now you were against them. But, you still lived in Toronto and that wasn’t something you could say out loud. So, you didn’t, you just kept it to yourself.
Other thing was Auston Matthews. You could admit that he was a goodplayer, but the hype about him, the non-stop talking about how great he was, the fucking song, led you to strongly disliking the guy. Which kinda sucked because you knew he was a good player and also really freaking adorable.
But the fuss, particularly from your father and his family, led you to making a verbal statement, by which you would be forced to stand: you hated Auston Matthews.
You became known as the girl who hated Auston Matthews, which was fine by you since you were also the “traitor.” And it didn’t matter if you didn’t actually hate him, you were fine with playing the role.
It wasn’t like you were ever going to be in a situation in which your true colours were revealed…
Toronto is a big city, but apparently it wasn’t big enough.
All you wanted was a coffee.
You had a long day ahead of you. You had class and then (Favourite Team) was playing the Leafs in the Air Canada Centre that night and your family thought it would be fun to go see the game, all of you, together. All of them dressed in Leafs gear and you, the only one dressed in (Favourite Team) gear.
The best part was that the seats were right against the glass in the Leafs’ end…
But, again, all you wanted was a coffee.
So, you went to your favourite coffee shop and got your coffee before sitting down and pulling out some of your work. You did frequently because it was nice to work on your papers while sitting in a coffee shop.
It didn’t take long for the place to be pretty much packed. It was Toronto after all. You were sitting alone at a table for two, typing on your computer with your notebook out. You didn’t realize that you were sitting at one of the only tables with an empty seat.
“Excuse me. Can I sit here?” You heard a man say. You looked up for a moment before looking around the coffee shop to see that everywhere else was taken.
You smiled. “Of course. Don’t mind me, just working on a paper.”
The guy nodded and sat down at the table and sipped on his coffee.
“(Favourite Team) fan, eh?” He asked you after a few moments and you smiled.
“Yeah.”
If Auston was being honest, there were two other places he could have asked to sit or he could have just left. But he saw you sitting in a busy coffee shop in Toronto with a sticker for (Favourite Team) on your laptop and he couldn’t notgo talk to you about it.
“Not the Leafs?” He asked you.
You sighed, not looking up from your computer. “They got annoying.”
Auston laughed. “Annoying, eh?”
You furrowed your brows. Something about his laughed seemed familiar to you… You just couldn’t…
Auston raised an eyebrow at your reaction and leaned back in the chair, his hat no longer obstructing his face. You looked up from your computer and shook your head with tight lips. Auston smiled.
“I—“ You tried, but failed to find the right words, continuing to shake your head, though a smile was crawling onto your smile.
“We’re annoying?” He asked again, smiling at you.
You gestured towards him. “Prime example.”
Auston laughed at your answer and nodded. “That’s fair. So, does that make me the most annoying because I can think of a few other guys who are worse.”
“Are you saying that you agree your team is annoying?” You asked him, closing your laptop and leaning forwards across the table.
Auston opened and then closed his mouth, giving you a sly look. “Smart move there…” Auston trailed off, not knowing your name.
“(Y/N).” You answered.
Auston sat up in his chair and extended his hand to you. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m Auston.”
You shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Auston.”
And so, you and Auston got to talking and it was really nice. You explained to him that your whole family were Leafs fans and that was part of the annoying part, and he found that funny. But, you never told him you were going to the game that night.
“I better get going.” Auston said softly and you nodded.
“It was nice to meet you.” You smiled.
Auston nodded. “It was really nice talking to you.”
You expected Auston to get up and leave but he didn’t. Instead, he just sat there. You raised an eyebrow to him.
Auston sighed and reached across the table for your notebook and pen. You looked at him confused but he was busy writing. As soon as he was done, he pushed the notebook and pen back to you and stood up. You looked down confused.
Auston (416)-258-3934
You looked up at him and he smiled. “In case you’re interested in getting converted to the right team.”
He winked at you and walked out of the coffee shop leaving you there in shock and confused. Which is how you continued throughout your day. Shocked and confused. You added his number into your phone but you never texted him.
You were nervous going to the game and your nerves only got worse as you and your family found your seats against the glass and the time before the teams took the ice started to go down.
You were right against the glass dressed in (Favourite Player from Favourite Team)’s jersey having gotten Auston Matthews’ number just hours beforehand. There was no way he wasn’t going to see you and you were terrified of what was going to happen…
The Leafs took the ice and were skating around, doing the warm up and what not and as the seconds ticked by and nothing happened, you started to convince yourself that you were fine. He didn’t know you were there, he wasn’t going to be looking for you, he wasn’t going to pay attention to some fans against the glass.
You were wrong.
Auston skated right by you and came to a quick stop before skating back to stand in front of you. He was smiling and laughing and your family was freaking out and you were dying inside.
You were sitting near one of the holes in the glass for cameras, so Auston took his glove off and picked up one of the pucks and stuck it through the glass for you. You took it with a smile, but you were still slowly dying inside from the embarrassment. All the while your family and the other people around you were losing their shit.
Auston gave you another smile before he skated back off for warm up.
You watched as the Leafs did their warm up and did your best to ignore your family’s freak out. But, Auston wasn’t done.
It was towards the end of warm ups and he remembered that you hadn’t called him, hadn’t even texted him. And you were with your family and surrounded by the sea of blue and Auston was a trouble maker.
So, Auston skated over to you again causing your family and the other people around you to freak out. You held your breath and Auston took off his glove again and brought his hand up to his head like a phone before mouthing “why” to you.
You felt yourself blush at his words and shrugged back.
Auston gave you a look and bent down to speak through the camera hole. “Not even a text?”
Your family had gone silent and you were starting to panic a little. You pulled up your phone and went to messages, pulling up Auston’s name and sending a text “Are you happy now?” and pressed your phone screen up against the glass once it had sent.
Auston gave you an innocent smile and nodded before skating off, leaving you to deal with your family.
“What was that?” Your mother asked. You opened your mouth to answer, but she cut you off. “And don’t say it’s nothing, because that was not nothing.”
“I’m going to be completely honest. I don’t know. And I will do my best to explain when we aren’t in a sea of Matthews fans.” You said and gave both your parents pointed looks when they opened their mouths to counter you.
They nodded.
The warm up came to a close and the players headed back to the locker room while the Zamboni came out. You felt your phone buzz a few minutes later.
Summary: Mitch watches his girlfriend play in the women’s hockey gold medal game at Pyeongchang.
Word Count: 900
Warnings: None.
In the last game Mitch played, he took an awkward hit and hurt his shoulder. It wasn’t a serious injury, and he knew he could play through it, that if it was the playoffs, he would have played through it. But, it wasn’t the playoffs and you were in South Korea for the Olympics and Mitch was looking for any excuse to be able to go overseas to support you.
So, since his shoulder was hurt, maybe he exaggerated how bad it really was so that the doctor would say that he couldn’t play, and once that happened, Mitch hopped on a flight and headed over to Korea.
You were shocked to say the least. It wasn’t every day that your boyfriend arrives in the middleof the Olympics to support you, but, my god, you were happy. You had dreamed about one day winning an Olympic medal and now you were getting that chance and Mitch was going to be by your side.
You (and Canada) were having a great tournament, and, to no one’s surprise, Canada was going to play for gold.
And you were caught between being excited that Canada was going to win a medal, even if you lost horribly, and bring crushed by the weight that rested on your shoulders. Canada had four back to back gold medals and the pressure was on for you guys to win the fifth.
And having Mitch there with you for that, helped lessen the pressure a little bit.
He was supportive and reviewed the game with you. He went to all your practices and was your loudest cheerer during your games. After you guys won the game to send Canada to the gold medal game, Mitch helped you relax and made sure you didn’t over work, stress or psych yourself out. Having him there with you for arguably the biggest three weeks of your life was really nice and helped you in a way you couldn’t explain.
And then it was game day. Gold medal game day.
Your heart was pounding and you were shaking with excitement and stress. You had to play your best, you all had to, and you had a lot of faith with the girls you were playing with, but you were playing against the USA and they were always hard to beat. You knew, you all knew, that this game was going to be the hardest to win.
“Breathe.” Mitch had said before the game. Your nerves were getting to you and you knew Mitch could help, so you called him to come down before the game, you dressed in all your equipment except for your helmet. “If you keep thinking about how big the stakes are, you’re going to psych yourself out. Just breathe. Play your game.”
You took a deep breath and nodded. “Easier said than done.”
Mitch’s lips twitch up into a small smile before he put a finger under your chin, lifting your head before leaning down and connecting your lips. He pulled back a few moments and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks. “You’re going to have a great game and you’re going to bring a gold medal home to Canada, okay?”
You nodded with a smile, leaning into his touch. “Okay.”
He patted you on your shoulder. “Now go get them.”
Mitch watched the game from the stands while wearing your jersey and he melted into a sea of red at the game as he cheered you on, his cheering intensifying when you scored the second Canadian goal of the second period to give Canada a 2-1 lead.
The game went into the final five minutes and Canada was up 3-2.
The USA was throwing everything they had at Canada and Mitch held his breath as he watched, his heart beating like crazy. He Had never felt more nervous when watching a game that wasn’t his team.
“One minute remaining in the period!” A voice came over the arena and Mitch’s hands started to shake. The gold medal was so close to you.
The USA had pulled their goalie and Canada was doing their best to block the shots and clear the zone as the seconds ticked down. Finally, the buzzer sounded and Mitch remembers screaming as gloves and sticks went flying on the ice.
Everything after that became a blur as he watched the celebration and medal presentation with tears in his eyes. He was just so proud of you.
He still had those tears in his eyes when he saw you for the first time after the game. As soon as your eyes landed on Mitch, you couldn’t stop yourself from running and throwing yourself into his arms. He caught you easily and held you as tightly as he could, spinning you around before putting you down. As soon as he put you down, he crashed his lips to yours.
“I’m so proud of you.” He whispered as soon as he pulled back, not being able to stop smiling. “So, so proud of you.”
You smiled back and brought your hand up to your gold medal. “I can’t believe we did it.”
“I told you you could.” Mitch said, cupping your cheeks.
“I think you might be my good luck charm.” You told him, looking up from your gold medal.
Mitch shook his head. “No, that wasn’t luck, it was all skill.”
Summary: The Leafs lose twelve of their last fifteen games and the Reader and Mitch go through a corresponding rough patch. But, they’re able to mend their relationship after Mitch scores his first career hat trick.
Word Count: 595
Warnings: Mentions of sex
Psychologists say that dreams reflect real life, and, well, relationships reflect team performances.
The Leafs were going through a losing patch. They had a five game losing streak and before that, they had only won three of their last ten. In those last fifteen games, Mitch only had six points, all assists and he couldn’t stop beating himself over his “failures.” He knew he could be better, you both did, and he needed to be better to help his team.
All of the Leafs were unhappy about their recent performance, but Mitch brought it into your relationship. You couldn’t blame him for it, it was his career, his life, it would be weird for his hockey performance to not affect his personal life.
But, it still sucked.
You and Mitch had been together for over a year and had never gone through a rough patch like the one you were currently in. It was ugly. It was days without seeing each other, short texts and barely talking, and when the two of you did talk, it was cold and the two of you had more arguments than you didn’t.
It sucked, a lot.
You wanted the storm to blow over, for everything to go back to way things were before, but the longer it went on, the more you were afraid that you and Mitch wouldn’t be able to fix it, which made your heart hurt.
The Leafs’ five game losing streak and Mitch’s score drought was snapped in a 3-1 victory over Ottawa at the Scotiabank Arena, in which Mitch scored all three goals, earning his first career hat trick.
When you saw the hats rain down after his empty net goal to seal the game, you couldn’t stop smiling and cheering for your boyfriend, and in that moment, all of the troubles in your relationship was washed away.
After the game, you hurried your way to the Leafs’ locker room, bouncing on your feet with a smile as you waited for your boyfriend to come out of the locker room. You hadn’t been that happy to wait for your boyfriend in weeks.
Mitch came out of the locker room smiling and his smile widened when he saw you. He opened his arms and walked towards you and you hurried into his arms, giving him a big hug.
“You did it.” You whispered to him, pulling back to cup his cheeks. “I’m so proud of you.”
Mitch blushed a little bit and he shrugged. “The first was a power play with a great pass from Matts and the last one was an empty net…”
You shook your head. It was so like Mitch to brush off his accomplishments and give credit to his teammates.
“And the second was a coast to coast beauty, babe.” You told him. “And you got a hatty! Mitch, we have to celebrate!”
Mitch laughed and shrugged again. “Before we celebrate, I want to apologize for being an asshole the last couple weeks. It was dumb and I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, there are bounds to be up and downs and you were in a rough place, I understand.” You said, rubbing your thumb over his cheek bone.
Mitch shook his head. “Doesn’t make it right, though. I’m sorry, and I’m going to make it up to you, let me make it up to you.”
Your lips twitched up and you nodded. “Okay, but tonight we celebrate.”
Mitch smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at you. “I have an idea for that.”
You bit your lip. “Well, then we better get home.”
