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William Nylander - 20qs

Okay, new imagine here! I’ve tried my best to make this gender neutral! Please tell me if I did (:

Warnings: curse words, talking about sex and stuff related to that.

Length: Long?

“Let’s play 20 question” William suggests to you. You nod, somewhat consciously, but agrees nonetheless. William perks up, his face glowing. “Okay, I go first. Wait, can I ask you questions like are you a virgin?” You look at him in disbelief, your jaw going slack. You start to look around, looking at everywhere but him.

“Um, why would you want to know that?” is everything you can come up with. He laughs at your shock.

“Because I’m curious, but I think I’ll lay off that” he chuckles, but you don’t really believe him. He has this mischievous glint in his eyes. “Movie or books?”

“Hm… books most of the time, but sometimes movies. It’s hard to pick, but I think I’ll go with books” you answer, being the book nerd that you are. He nods at your answer. “If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?” You take a sip of your tea while watching him thinking.

“Can I pick, to my family?” he asks. You think it’s adorable but shake your head nonetheless.

“No, it has to be a place”

“Okay, then I would probably say Singapore or some other tropical island” he decides. You smile at the thought of mile-long white beaches with turquoise water, the sun burning on your skin.

“Nice choice” you approve.

“Do you like to travel?” he asks, “it’s not my question for my turn, just asking anyway” he quickly adds.

“Yeah, I love to travel” you nod, “but isn’t the point of this game to find out things about the other person that you want to know?”

“Well,” he trails off, awkwardly scratching his neck. “But I want to ask a better question, a question that doesn’t fit into conversations. Like, how would you describe yourself in three words?”

“Gosh…” you exclaim, you look down to your cup of tea. You lift your cup to your mouth and take a sip before answering. “hyperactive, or energetic whatever seems most suiting. Annoying, and, and… hm, this is hard”

“Why annoying?” William questions, but you shrug the question off, not wanting to answer it.

“and stubborn. That’s it” you finish. “Hyperactive, annoying and stubborn. My turn,” you quickly continue, not wanting to linger on the subject. “What experiences have made you to who you are today? As a person, not as a hockey player.”

“Wow” he breathes, “you’re good at this!” You smile at the compliment, drinking some more of your tea. You stretch out your legs on the couch, not wanting to get cramps or stuff. William stretches out his legs too and entangles them with yours. He smiles playfully towards you, winking discreetly. You shake your head with a laugh, the boy is silly. You turn your head and looking out through the window, watching the view of Toronto at night.

“The moves between countries. Like moving from here to Sweden, and then moving from Sweden over here again. That definitely changed me. But also things from being a hockey player. Like handling the popularity of being an NHL player for the Leafs, has affected me too. Putting up a smile even though all I wanted was to stay in bed and miss my family. And living without Alex. Of all the above, I think living without Alex has affected me the most. I still talk to him but, it’s not the same as living with him.”

You look at him fondly, smiling. You reach forward and put your hand on his, putting some pressure on it. He takes it and intertwines your fingers.

“Sorry if it was a hard one Will,” you say apologetically, knowing how much he misses Alex. In the past year, you have more than once gone over to his place during late hours. Comforting William when he’s feeling down, when he misses his brother. But also seen the happiness, when Alex is here, here in Toronto. You’ve been called over only because Willy can’t bear the happiness of his brother coming to visit, or being in town. It’s not for nothing people say you two are inseparable. He’s your best friend, and you are his. One of his, at least.

“My turn,” Willy says, putting down the cup, “tell me 5 facts about you that most people don’t know.” He smirks at you, not letting go of your hand, forcing you to sit in an uncomfortable position.

“Let go of my hand Will, it hurts my back” you complain trying to shake him off. He reluctantly lets go of your hand and you scoot back to your original position.

“Okay, you know me so well that it’s going to be pretty hard. But I’ll try. I have one though I can bet you don’t know” you smirk. His eyebrows go up and he looks at you curiously.

“I have three nipples,” you tell him, laughing.

“What?” he exclaims, gaping at you. Which only makes you laugh even more.

“Oh my god Will, you should’ve seen your face” you laugh, “bet you didn’t see that one coming.”

“Uhm, no, how could I?” he counters but laughing with you now. You tone down your laughter, only to erupt in giggles when you make eye contact with the boy in front of you. “Settle down Y/N,” he says, but laughing slightly too, “you have four more facts to say.”

“Okay, okay” you giggle, taking a few deep breaths to settle down a little bit. “Uhm, shit this is hard. I’m afraid of thunder, not the lightning but the actual thunder-sound. More people knew it before, but I don’t have contact with them anymore so…”

“Wow, I didn’t know that actually” Willy confesses.

“I know, I’m getting better at hiding it” you smile at him. “Like, everybody knows I’m a picky eater but I’m also extremely picky with what I drink. I mean, I can taste differences between water, and be like ‘this water was good’ and ‘this water was disgusting’. That was three right?” William nods, looking at you in interest. You continue thinking, “I’m afraid of cops. I get all nervous when I see a cop approaching me. That was four, one more.” You trace your lips with your thumb unconsciously when thinking. “Got it, I’m kind of both-handed. I am right-handed, but I can use my left if I just train it. I could easily train my left hand to make it write as good as my right. There you go Mr. Nylander.” You finish off, feeling proud of yourself for coming up with 5 facts William didn’t know.

“Good work Y/N!” Will compliments you, “I’m surprised you could come up with five facts I actually didn’t know. I can usually read you like an open book, and I didn’t think there was so much more to find out. Apart from like, the sex apartment.” You kick him, looking down to make sure he doesn’t see your blush.

“My turn” you mumble, wanting to change the subject you pick the first questions that pop into your mind, “give me a nickname, here on the spot. A nickname that actually suits me, and not something sexual that you just say to proceed to the next question.”

“Okay…” William starts, thinking hard. “Fire?” he tries but nods his head, “No, not good. I’m just gonna throw out names and see which one that suits you. Grenade? Tiger?” You laugh at his different names, wanting a really good one. He tries a few that he doesn’t think suits you. “Sparkle? Foxy? Brainiac? Pooh-bear? Man, I wish Pooh-bear suited you. Cub? Duck? Ducky? I got it! Duckly!” He jumps up from the couch and goes for a celebratory dance, singing I got it, I got it to himself. You double with laughter.

“Duckly, that is so suiting. You are shy and follow me around like a duckling. You can talk and talk and talk like quacks!” He laughs, looking thoroughly pleased with himself and slumps back onto the couch. “It’s perfect, my little Duckly!” He throws his arms around you, hugging you tightly. “It’s really perfect, I assume ducklings are soft and cuddly, just like you.” He leans back onto the couch, keeping you in his arms.

“Can’t you stay like this for the rest of the game?” he whispers, “we have like, let me count… 12 questions left before we reach 20 in total.” You sigh, not letting him know that you actually enjoy this position.

“Can we at least get into a more comfortable position?” you ask him. You resettle, he with his back in the couch corner with you between his legs and your back against his chest. His arms around you, his head resting on top of yours. He sighs in delight, causing you to chuckle.

“I love to cuddle Duckly,” he kisses the top of your head. “Have you ever had your heart broken?”

“Yes,” you sigh, you rest your head against his hands on your chest, not realizing that you put your lips almost on them. “Yes Will, I’ve had my heart broken.” You breathe onto his hand, he lifts up his thumb and strokes you. Even though he couldn’t see, he had aimed for your cheek, but he ends up stroking your lips. To ease the heavy air, you jokingly bites his thumb, causing him to retreat it with a small jump. You chuckle, looking over your towards him. He chuckles slightly too, looking at you. His eyes flicker between your eyes and your mouth. His head dips a small bit, and you can almost feel in the air what’s about to come. “What makes you smile?” you say, to stop what was about to happen.

“You,” he says sheepishly. You turn your head back, now resting your head on his muscular arm instead. For safety. You turn your head, elbowing him softly. “You make me smile. Of everyone in Toronto, you are the one that for sure can make me smile. But Alex almost always makes me smile. Scoring a goal makes me smile usually. Joking around with my teammates.” You didn’t expect that. You close your eyes for a moment, letting the information sink in.

“Have you ever had sex? If yes, with whom did you have sex with the first time?” he asks quietly. Realizing you can’t escape the question anymore, you sigh.

“Yes I have, and it was with my ex,” you confess. You can feel Will tense up beneath you for a second before relaxing. It was a while ago since the two of you broke up. He doesn’t need to know if you have had sex since then. “How old were you when you had sex for the first time?” you counter.

“Young” is all he answers, “I, I don’t really want to say what age.”

“It’s okay”

“Thanks,” he kisses your head, “biggest fear?”

“Losing you,” you admit, without thinking twice. “Favorite memory?” He hugs you tighter, pushing you closer to him when you answer, and you feel glad that you didn’t lie.

“Being drafted actually, but apart from hockey, it’s all those little moments I’ve had with you.” You kiss his hand, hugs his arms and takes his hand. Your fingers intertwine immediately. He lifts you up higher and rests his cheek against yours. You can feel the little stub that has grown out since he last shaved.

“How many people have you kissed?” he asks.

“Three, my exes and someone I had a fling with for a short while. Has anyone ever walked in on you naked?” you chuckle.

“Yeah, I have” he confesses, hiding his head in your neck, “Kappy has done it a couple of times,” he refers to his roommate, Kasperi Kapanen, “and almost you. Though you yelled first so I had the time to put on a pair of boxers.” You laugh, not knowing that.

“What do you wish people were more understanding about when it comes to you?” he asks.

“That even though I snap and make mean comments, I don’t mean it. I’m just in a really shitty mood, and I can’t pretend that I’m happy then. You are understanding though” you say, resting your head against his. “Have you ever done this with someone else, before?”

“Yeah I have,” he confesses, “but it included drinking and we never got to 20 qs. It escalated pretty quickly, and by now we were probably even done fucking and she or I had left.”

“Geez, thanks for making me feeling so special”

“No problem Duckly,” he laughs, “but seriously though, I never wanted to know all these things about them. I’ve asked you honest questions, not questions to turn you on”

“Oh my god, I regret asking this,” you say trying to sit up.

“No, stay Duckly,” he says, holding you still, “I’m just being honest”

“I know, that is the problem Willy” you chuckle, but resettle you in his embrace. “just, ask me the next question, and don’t share any more details with me please.” He laughs at that.

“As you wish Duckly. Biggest you’ve been with?” he asks, referring to the size of penises.

“Oh my god Will! You, you can’t just ask me that! I mean, gosh!” you exclaim, feeling embarrassed of the question. He just laughs and tells you to just answer the question.

“But how the hell am I supposed to know? Do you think I bring a ruler to bed and before the act just, ‘sorry, I just want to measure how big you are to tell if you are the biggest?’, what do you think Will?” you punch him over the chest, looking at him in disbelief. He laughs and laughs.

“Well, I don’t know” he manages to say between his laughter, “but I’ll make sure to keep a ruler next to my bed to my future partner.” You roll your eyes, slap him on the chest once again.

“Moving on!” you decide, “what turns you on?” you ask him. Smirking at him. He collects himself and goes over the question in his mind.

“Sorry, did you just ask me what turns me on?” he asks in disbelief, not believing what he heard. You nod in confirmation. “You?” he grins sheepishly, you shake your head pretending not to have heard him. “okay, okay. I don’t really know? I have like two different categories, one for like relationships and one for just a quick fuck. If it’s just to get laid I want her to look good, she doesn’t have to be thin and have big boobs or anything. But look good. She has to be a good kisser, good kisses turn me on. For a relationship it’s different. It can be my partner’s laughter. One time, I got turned on by team mates laughter. So in relationships, it isn’t specific for a gender like it is for quick fucks. But smile, cuddling, I don’t really know. It’s hard.”

“It is? From talking only?” you chirp, and his cheeks redden.

“What? No!” he says way too quickly. You laugh.

“Just kidding Will.” Little do you know that just you saying your nickname for him, Will, turns him on. Nobody calls him Will, everybody calls him Willy, nobody except you. “It’s your turn.”

“What turns you on, Duckly?” he asks.

“I knew you would ask me that,” you say laughing, “abs turn me on, like, really hard abs.” You poke him on the stomach, “this is okay, little too soft but it’s good” you joke. “smiles, looks, you know how you can give someone a speaking look? Yeah, like those kinds. And actually, if the person is good at it, dirty talking. Like, telling me what he-she would do with me. That turns me on.”

“Good to know,” Willy says, bending down and kisses you cheek. You know you’re blushing, it’s a good thing that the room is dark. You look up at him, your eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips. You can see him wetting his lips, his eyes flickering too. You bite your lip, looking up to him.

“What do you want?” you whisper, as your last question.

“Is that your question?” Will asks and you nod, “I want to kiss you Y/N”

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William Nylander - Not Normal p4

Part 4 of my Willy imagine! Previous parts:

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Warnings: mentions of mental illness and diagnoses, medication (drugs)

Length: 1550 words

Some Swedish in here for you guys :) if you want a translation for the swedish I’ve used in like the bottom, tell me! otherwise I think I translated most of the words in the imagine. though, if it’s not clear tell me! I speak Swedish myself so for me it’s obvious (:

She hears footsteps outside the door. She knows that they’re not William’s. They are probably not Kappy’s either, they’re to light. It’s probably Annika. Y/N hopes she continues past the door. But the footsteps stops outside the door, and moments later she hears a quiet tap tap on the door. Annika opens the door a little, poking her head in.

“I’m sorry if it’s something I said” she apologies.

“It’s not” Y/N reassure her, “I’m just too tired to meet new people. I don’t know what Willy has told you about me, or what Kappy has told you about me. But I’m no ordinary girl. You probably know that I have ADHD, but what you may not know is that I’m autistic too. And being around people like you are on a plane, when you travel in economic seats, it takes so much energy. It literally drains me of energy. I’m empty. Then meeting you and trying to eat new food, that’s way too much. Actually, just meeting Kappy would almost be too much. I would love to explain all this in more details, before you jump to some quick judging conclusions. I know the word ‘autism’ may raise some kind of thoughts for you, but it really is not what most, inexperienced, people think. I just, I just can’t today.” Y/N lays down on the bed again, curling up.

“It’s totally okay” Annika says, “the guys haven’t told me but I’m glad you did. And I won’t judge you, I will let you explain and tell me your way. And how you work. But I can see that it’s not today. And just know, it’s okay that you don’t have the energy to hang out. I totally understand. The guys tried to tell me to wait some day before meeting you, but I pushed and pushed. I wanted to meet the girl that Willy never shuts up about. And I wanted to do it right away, so I could spend as much time with you as possible. I’m sorry. I’ll see you soon. And I’ll send in Willy now.”

Y/N was impressed. Never had anyone shown that kind of respect. She puts her head down. She isn’t sleepy-tired, just tired. Tired of being around people, of having to smile when she doesn’t want to, of having this constant flow of impressions to process. She curls into a ball, feeling the tears behind her eyelids again. She closes her eyes, and the tears start dripping slowly from her eyes.

Annika leaves Willy’s bedroom and walks out to the kitchen. Concern is visible on her face.

“Why haven’t you guys told me she’s autistic?” Annika accuses the both guys.

“Well… I didn’t… you know…” Willy can’t form a complete sentence. “I didn’t know how you would react, and I wanted you to like her. Like be her friend. And I was afraid that if I told you that Y/N is autistic, you would go and make stupid assumptions.”

“Okay” Annika says, turning her glare to her boyfriend, “you obviously knew, how come you didn’t tell me?”

“I don’t know” Kasperi sighs defeated, “I’m sorry, I really am. But I partly didn’t want to tell you something that Willy told me in confidence you know. I have only met her once before, and I didn’t know then, I found out after.” Annika sighs, shrugs her shoulders.

“It’s okay. Though I think you should go into her Willy, and maybe I should go home?” Annika looks a bit insecure.

“You don’t have to, for Y/N, or at least I think you won’t. Y/N wouldn’t want you to leave because of her.” Willy stands up, gives Annika a small smile and then goes to his bedroom.

William knocks slightly on his bedroom door before opening.

“It feels really weird to knock on my own door” he says with a sheepish smile.

“I bet” Y/N answers, though her voice is thick of sadness and exhaustion. She lays on the bed, curled to a ball, and Willy’s good mood instantly sinks.

“Oh baby.” William lays down beside her on the bed, pushing her back onto his chest with his arms around her. Y/N turns around in the embrace, putting her arms to her chest. She sinks into the embrace, letting William’s arms protect her. He strokes her back, putting small kisses on her head.

“I’m sorry if it was too much. I didn’t realize that it could be too much. I’ve seen you go through worse. You’ve been with loads of people, and handled it well too.”

“It’s okay” Y/N answers, “but I don’t think you really understand. Sure it’s hard for everyone to have a long flight. But it’s different. I can’t sort out the sounds, I hear too much for my brain to process. I’ve learned that ‘normal’ brains can block out unnecessary sounds, such as the person besides you’s breathing, or the person on the row across the aisle opening a bottle of water. I can’t. I her people around me breathing, even if I try to block it out. I’ve learned to block it out by putting my headphones on and listening to music. That helps. But it’s not always enough. And it’s not only sounds. I mean, the person next to me smells like something. And I smell it. And I can feel him sitting next to me. And I feel the person sitting behind me moving around, making movements that makes my chair move. It is so much Will, so much.” She takes a breath, trying to explain her problems to her boyfriend. “Coming here, being with you, it makes me relax. I feel safe with you, and therefore I can relax. And after a long flight, which really drains my energy, I can keep going for only so long. And then I’m exhausted. I have no more energy to gather. All my energy is gone. And so is my reserves. I’m completely empty.”

“I didn’t realize” is all William says.

 Y/N awakes by the light that hits her eyes. She groans and turns in bed, stretching her arm out to find her phone. She clicks it open to check the time, it’s breakfast-time. The bed is empty, she assumes Willy’s already up. She looks on her outfit, she has a small pair of pants that ends mid-thigh and one of Willy’s bigger shirts. She assumes her outfit is good enough if Kappy and Annika is there.

“Morning sunshine” William says when Y/N walks into the kitchen. She groans in response, shooting him a small glare. He chuckles and goes over to her, hugs her and kisses her cheek.

“Morning” she answers finally, acknowledging the presence of Annika and Kappy at the table.

“Morning sleepy” Kappy teases her, she strucks her tounge out to him.

Y/N walks over to one of the empty chairs about to sit down, instead she mutters something in Swedish and leaves the kitchen again. Kappy chuckles along with Willy, Annika looking confused.

“What did she say?” she asks.

“She said skit, which means crap” Willy translates for her. Annika nods.

“Why?”

“She forgot her meds probably” Willy shrugs.

Y/N reenters the room with a plastic bag filled with boxes.

“Willy, can you help me fill my… I don’t know what it’s called in English, min dosett?” she finishes in Swedish.

“Sure, and I have actually no idea what it’s called in English either.” They laugh. Y/N places the plastic bag on the table and leaves the kitchen once again. This time she returns with her phone, looking at it she says,

“According to goggle translate, there is no translation for dosett to English, though if I google it, the answer was pretty obvious” she laughs, “it says it’s called pill organiser”. All four of them laugh now, when Kappy and Annika also understands what they mean.

Y/N sits down next to William, and they start taking out the different boxes from the bag.

“Why are you taking medicin?” Annika asks Y/N.

“Loads of reasons” Y/N laughs. Willy starts putting pills into different pockets, there’s a note in the bag from Y/N’s mother that says how many of each kind.

“Aw, your mom is cute” Willy says, holding up the note. At the bottom it says ’Tack William för att du delar min dotters dosett. Stor kram från Y/M/N’, Y/N laughs at the note. Being the only one except William to understand the Swedish. She quickly translates.

“It says, ‘thank you William for filling my daughter’s pill organiser. Big hug’ and that it’s from my mom.”

“How did she know that Willy would fill it?”

“Well, I can’t do it myself. Or well, I can but I get all frustrated and the pill goes into the wrong pocket and stuff.” Y/N shrugs. She takes her dose for today, and pill by pill showing what they’re for to Annika.

“These white ones are my ADHD-medication, it’s for my ADHD, obviously. This big white one is calcium, since I’m allergic to milk I’m not getting enough calcium from my food and therefore needs to take some extra. These two are anti-depressant, this is birth control and this is for allergy.”

“Wow…” Annika breathes, “you take a lot of pills”. Y/N just laughs.

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William Nylander - Not Normal p3

Okay, part 3 of my Willy imagine! Here are links to previous parts: 

Part 1 - Part 2

Warnings: none I think

Length: 1400 words 

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She had fallen asleep while he changed clothes. He is watching her sleep, with her head on the edge of the couch. He hears her deep breaths, the breaths that is indicating that she is asleep. He sat down gently next to her, the couch shifting slightly due to his weight. Her eyelids start to move, and she wakes up slightly.

“Hey” he whispers, kissing her forehead. She answer him with a smile, snuggling closely into him. Resting her head on his shoulder, she closes her eyes again.

“I’m sorry, I’m so tired” she mumbles into his neck. She can feel him chuckling underneath her. He puts an arm around her, pushing her into him. He kisses her on top of her head before he answers.

“It’s okay sweetie, it’s okay. Sleep a little, I’ll be here when you wake up.” And after those words, she falls asleep once more. William picks up the remote from the table beside him and turns on the TV. He turns down the volume, and starts looking through the channels. Though he can’t seem to focus, his eyes is constantly flickering towards the sleeping girl in his arms. He hears and feels her relaxed breaths. And his stomach fills with two feeling. Relief and longing. Relief because she is finally there. Longing because he knows that she is going back home to Sweden in less than a month.

“Hey babe, wake up” William mumbles to his girlfriend, stroking her arm. Y/N stirs and her heavy eyelids is fighting to open. She gives him a questioning look, asking him without words why woke her up.

“Kappy and his girlfriend is coming over with food in 30 minutes” he explains. She nods. Then she nods some more.

“Sorry, what did you say? I don’t remember” she confesses. Her cheeks does not redden though, because she is comfortable with William and he knows about her problems. With her ADHD diagnosis she usually forget what people say to her quickly afterwards, especially when she just woke up.

“I said that Kappy and his girlfriend is coming over with food in 30 minutes”

“Oh, okay” she giggles, “sorry, I’m really tired. I hate flying, it’s so little space for me”

“I’ll fix you a better ticket on your home plane” William says, but Y/N nods her head.

“No, mine will do. I just complain” she tries to shrug it off.

“No Y/N, I know you don’t ‘just complain’” he laughs. He gets up on his feet, dragging Y/N with him.

“Hey” he says, to which she answers with a “hey” too. He kisses her slowly on her lips. She leans into him. The kiss breaks and she rests her head onto his chest.

“I’ve missed you more than I can describe” she says, “I’ve missed standing like this listening to your heartbeat. I’ve missed your small gestures, kisses on my head, and your arm around my shoulder, you holding my hips. I’ve missed it all”

“I know, I’ve missed you too. All of you. I will give you the long list later, but I think you want to get ready now. You don’t need something fancy, but maybe you want to freshen yourself up a little bit?”

“Yeah” she nods. Letting out a deep breath she takes a step back and turns towards her bags. Or rather, where her bags were. Previously. Past tense. “Where are my bags?”

“I took them to my room” he explains.

“Okay, care to show me where that is? We never got around to the tour” she laughs.

“Oh, right” he laughs too. He shows her his room, then turns to walk out of the room.

“You know you are allowed to stay, right?” she asks him. He nods.

“Yeah, but I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself” and with those words he leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

She had changed into a pair of jeans, a new t-shirt and she stole one of Willy’s hoodies. She walks into the kitchen.

“I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed one of your shirts. Then I can pretend that all of mine is tight, and I just use yours for big ones” she laughs.

“It’s okay, I’ve missed seeing you in my clothes. That’s number one on the list” he kisses her quick on her lips. “They should be here any moment, we can start setting up the table.” She nods in agreement, starting to look around the kitchen. He opens a cupboard that reveals plates and glasses.

When they finished setting the table, Y/N hears the front door open. The voices are loud, and she starts to panic slightly. She has met Kappy before, since he played with Willy the year before. Kappy and probably his girlfriend walks into the kitchen. Kappy sees Y/N and he smiles even bigger than before. He puts down the take out onto the kitchen floor. He takes a few long strides and picks up Y/N in his arm, lifting her up above the ground swinging her around.

“Y/N” he exclaims while hugging her “Thank god you are here, Willy never shuts up about you!” You both laugh. “Just kidding, though I’m not. I’ve missed you too girl. It’s good to have you here.” The hug is long, longer than a normal hug. But you and Kappy had known each other a while, and it was okay for friends to hug a bit longer when seeing each other for the first time in a while. They stayed in the embrace for a little while longer, exchanging words neither William nor Kappy’s girlfriend could hear.

“Um, guys, can you like stop hugging soon?” Kappy’s girlfriend asks. Both Kappy and Y/N laughs, but breaks apart.

“Okay, Y/N, this is my girlfriend Annika” Kappy says, presentating you for his girlfriend. “And Annika, this is then obviously Y/N, Willy’s girlfriend.” Y/N reaches out her hand and smile, Annika looks a little bit confused, but takes the hand and shakes it.

“It’s nice to meet you finally Y/N” she smiles at her.

“You too” Y/N answers, “or can I say that?” she looks towards Willy for conformation, and then back at Annika. “I mean that it’s nice to meet you too. You can say ‘you too’ in Swedish, can you say it in English?” Y/N rambles, she had made a fool out of herself the first thing. This trip starts good.

“Yes, you can say ‘you too’” Annika laughs. Y/N’s cheeks reddens, and she looks away. Behind her she can hear Willy laughing, together with Kappy.

“Shut up!” she snaps at them, glaring at William. Both boys apologize, and Kappy ruffles her hair when passing her.

“Come on, let’s eat” Annika groans, “I’m so hungry.”

“Is it okay Y/N?” William asks, gesturing at her food. She nods, and takes another bite.

“Yeah, it’s okay” she lies. He sees that in her eyes.

“You’re lying” he notes, looking into her eyes. She tries to brush him off, taking another bite. But the food isn’t okay. It doesn’t fit her tastes. She knows it. William knows it. Kappy probably knows it too. Annika stops in her conversation, turning her attention towards Y/N.

“No, you don’t think it is okay” Annika states. Y/N can feel the tears burning inside her eyelids.

“I’m sorry. It has been a long day, and it was really nice meeting you Annika. I hope we can spend some time together, another day. I just can’t, right now” Y/N says, stands up and leaves the table. Leaves the kitchen. She even leaves the food on her plate on the table. She is ashamed. This is not how she wanted it to go. But after more hours than she wants to admit on a plane, with little space and other people around her all the time, she has no energy left. She is drained. She walks into William’s room and closes the door behind her. She changes into more comfortable pants and lays down on William’s bed. She takes deep breaths, trying hard not to cry.

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William Nylander - Not Normal p2 (smutty)

If you haven’t read part 1, you can do it here, but you don’t have to read part 1 if you’re only here for the smut (which btw, I totally understand). and if you don’t want to read smut but follow the story, you can skip this part :)

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Warnings: smut-ish, but what’s written is pretty graphic. though it’s not the dirtiest.

“Here we go,” William opens the door to the apartment that he shares with one of his close friends, Kasperi. He puts a hand on Y/N’s back and pushes her slightly into the apartment. 

“Are you in a rush?” she laughs but enters the apartment anyway.

“Yes I am, Kappy isn’t home right now and won’t be until six so we have the place to ourselves” he explains. Y/N raises her eyebrows and makes a surprised but understanding sound. Y/N has a way of making the most speaking sounds without any words. She chuckles slightly, before bending down to tie up her shoes. William enters the apartment and carries her bag further into the apartment; before coming back to take off his outdoor clothes too. 

Y/N stands up, and kicks off her shoes. She takes off her snapback and puts it on a shelf. She bends down once again, this time to push down the leg of the jeans that had hiked up. She bends down with straight legs, and so pushing her ass backwards. Backwards to where William stands. Her ass brushes his middle regions. He lays a hand on her hip, scooting her away from her while moaning.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, not understanding what happened.

“You can’t put your ass here” he says gesturing towards his more sensitive region, “without expecting a reaction. Especially when I’ve not seen my girlfriend for like 5 months.”

“What’s that has to do with anything?” she asks, sincerely not understanding.

“Well, I haven’t exactly been satisfied for those five months” he explains. He sees when it hits her, a blush creeps onto her cheeks and she turn away her eyes. 

“Oh,” she chuckles slightly. “But surely you must have done something? I mean, haven’t you got off in those five months?” Y/N can be pretty bold sometimes, and this is one of those. William blushes, and takes her hand and takes her into the apartment. 

“You can’t ask that” William exclaims, dragging a hand through his hair. 

“Why not? It’s an honest question.” She shrugs, not seeing what’s the fuss is about. 

“Because it is embarrassing” he finally blurts out, turning away his head. They’re standing in the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Yeah, some water please. And why is it embarrassing? It’s not like you are cheating by touching yourself. And it’s totally fine that you do it, for me I mean. Five months is a pretty long time.”

“Are you saying that you have touched yourself while we’ve been separated?” he suggests, now looking at her again. 

“I asked first” she sticks her tongue out like a little child. 

William takes a step forward and sticks out his tongue too, touching hers. The small touch, tongue to tongue, makes them crave for more. They presses their lips together, opens their mouths and kiss each other hard. William places his hands on her hips, dragging her closely to him. She puts her arms around his head, one hand playing with William’s hair. One of William’s hands trails down and places itself on her ass. He pushes her hips against his. Not feeling like there is enough room nor touch, William lifts up Y/N to the kitchen bench, separating her legs and stands between them. They continue to kiss heatedly. Small moans escaping both of them as they lets out all the longing and lust they’ve been carrying on. William grows hard from the kisses, from the small touching between them, from Y/N’s hand playing with his hair.

One of his hands travels up her chest, stroking carefully and softly over one of her breasts. She moans into his mouth from the small touch, encouraging him to continue. His thumb makes small circles on her breasts, and her nipple hardens. “I can feel it through both your shirt and bra babe” William comments, and lifts up his other hand to the other breast. With his thumb, he pulls down her bra a bit, making her nipples free under the t-shirt. Y/N places her legs around Williams hips, pushing both him and his hardness closer to her. She rests her head against the cupboard behind her, fully enjoying William’s touch on her breasts. She is moaning when he squeezes her breasts a bit harder. It’s slow. They’re not rushing into anything.

When Y/N’s about to move to kiss William, she hits her head on the cupboards handle. To avoid any more accidents, William takes her to the couch. He sits down pulling her down with him. She straddles him, putting his hardness at the precisely right spot. Both of them moan at the feeling. 

“God I’ve missed you” William mutters, before stroking her ass and from there allows his hands to wander upwards. He reaches the clasp of her bra, and opens it quickly. His hands find her breasts and begin caressing them once more. As slowly as before. 

“Just take my shirt off” Y/N mumbles, while placing kisses on his jaw. They pull apart momentarily, only to get rid of both their shirts. 

“Oh my god” Y/N almost moans when she sees her boyfriend’s abs. Her hands immediately goes to his stomach. Touching, stroking, feeling his muscles. “Gosh you’re so hot.”

“I know you like it when it’s hard, I’ve been working a bit extra on those” William smiles at his girlfriend. He reaches up to kiss her. They start moving their hips. William’s hands moves to her hips again. Now her breasts is pressed against his chest. The kiss is deep and hard. It takes nothing more than that. Some fraction and some kissing. William breaks the kiss and places his lips onto her shoulder, moaning. They sit there for a couple of seconds. Breathing hard.

William lifts his head off Y/N’s shoulder, his cheeks are red and he has an apologetic expression on his face. 

“I’m sorry, I thought I would last longer”

“It’s okay, it’s okay” Y/N reassures him. “You should know how hot I find it to know that all I need is to dry-hump you, and you come.” She laughs, sending vibrations through her body and onto his. He moans again. 

“Keep still girl” he sighs smilingly. He places a soft kiss on her nose.

“I’m sorry, I really want to keep hugging you but I really need to change” 

“Yeah, okay” she says, sliding off his lap and onto the sofa. She is beginning to feel tired, her eyelids are heavy. She rests her head a little on the edge of the couch, closing her eyes when William is out of sight.

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William Nylander - Not normal

Okay guys. This is my second ever imagine. Thank you so much for the responds on the first one. You can find it here if you haven’t read it. 

This one will be a series actually, I don’t know how many parts. As of right now, I have 3 parts written, and I have started on the fourth. I don’t really see the end yet, so you can expect at least 5 parts of this one. The parts will vary in length, the first two ones will be a bit shorter, and the third will be a longer one. 

Now to the warnings. I will put up warnings on every part, with warnings that suits that part. But here are some overall warnings: smut, hot scenes that may be graphic - don’t read if you’re not comfortable, it will be parts that you can read anyways -, and mental illness and diagnoses. The reader (you) will have some mental health issues, and you are diagnosed with ADHD and Asperger syndrome. If you don’t know what that means right now, it will become clear for you during the series. I have myself both diagnoses, and suffered with mental illness and selfharm, so most comes from my own experiences. There will be a lot of mentions of drugs, as in medication. Probably alcohol mentions and smoking too. 

Warnings: mentions of drugs, and that’s about all. 

Length: 778 words

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”Okay, I have packed underwear, socks, bras, t-shirts, jeans, trousers, sweatpants, hoodies, two pair of shoes…” She lists into the phone while looking through the bag in front of her. “accessories, books, chargers, my computer… some of my fav movies. Have I forgotten anything?”

“Do you want to bring your own pillow? Bathing suit?” her boyfriend William asks, “oh, and have you packed your meds and the certificate?”

“Yeah” she answers, “and I’m so so nervous, what if they stop me and take my meds? I won’t survive without them, plus you’ll never want to see me again after spending time with me without my meds”

“They won’t sweetheart” he reassures, “you have all the right papers, everything.” His voice is soft and calm, trying to sooth his nervous girlfriend. “It’s going to be okay babe”

“Okay” she says while running a hand through her hair, not fully convinced.

“Maybe it’s time for you to take a pill and go to bed, yeah?” he asks, referring to her sleeping pills.

“Yeah, and watch an episode of…” she answers,

“Lost” they finish in unison, before laughing.

“What time is it for you?” she asks. She can’t keep track of what time it is in Toronto, in relation to the time in Sweden.

“It’s half past one, and I should take my nap soon, before heading to the game”

“I know, we’ll hang up. Good luck tonight Willy” she says, with longing in her voice.

“Thanks, and sweet dreams Y/N”  

The plan bumps into the ground and Y/N looks out through the window with wide eyes, as usual. Her smile is wide, and if someone were to look into her eyes they would see them shining. She were so happy to finally be there, in Toronto, to spend some quality time with her boyfriend.

It took some time before she got out to the baggage claim, since there were so many people there. Gosh, I wish William could’ve met me here so I wouldn’t have to deal with all this people on my own. She has huge problems with crowds, which she knew so she laid back and went after everyone else. Then the hallways were emptier, though it meant it was going to be longer until she met William.

When she reaches the baggage claim she sees her bag right away. She goes through the crowd, saying excuse me with a small voice before pushing through. All she wanted was to get out of there. She takes her bag, a sip of water, and begins to walk towards the exit. She can feel the butterflies in her stomach. The same feeling she gets every time she’s going to meet her boyfriend for the first time in a while.

The moment she spots him in the crowd, holding a sign with her last name, she lets out a sigh of relief. He is there, and she is there too. She quickens her pace, trying to get to him fast without running. He has spotted her too. He jumps over the rope into the arrivals area. He is not allowed to do that, she thinks. His pace quickens too. A guard is coming towards him, he isn’t allowed to be there after all. But they don’t care. She puts her bag down and pushes down her backpack to, leaving them there on the ground. She takes the final steps, and finally they are together. Together at last.

“I’ve missed you so much babe” he whispers into her ear, while hugging her tightly. He plants a kiss on her cheek, and another one, and then finally their lips meet. It’s an urgent kiss, but soft. Filled with longing and love. They have forgotten about their surroundings. Everything that exists for them is them, their kiss, and their touch.

“I’ve missed you too, I’ve missed you too” she sighs into his shoulder.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to break you guys up but you can’t be here.” A guard’s voice, the guard that was going to tell William that he wasn’t allowed to be there.

“Oh, yes, sorry, I’m so sorry” Y/N says quietly, gathering her things.

“Of course” William says, “we haven’t each other a while” he excuses. That’s when the guard sees whom it is he’s talking to.

“Oh my…” he trails off, “it’s no problem” he reassures. “Do you need any help with those bags?”

“No thanks, we’re good” William answers him with a small smile. He puts his cap back on, pushing it low over his face. Then he takes Y/N’s hand and bigger bag, and starts leading her out from the airport.

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Auston Matthews - Drunk

Okay everyone, this is my first ever imagine. I’m feeling a bit insecure about posting this, so I would appreciate feedback! 

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Length: 1480 words

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You walk down the driveway outside your house. You’re taking some air before going to bed. You turn left when you reach the road to take the normal route around the house. It’s dark outside, but the sky is full of stars blinking at you. You stop at lift your head to watch the night sky. It’s beautiful, with all those stars. You turn your head down again and starts walking. A bit further away you see a person, most likely a male. He doesn’t look well, stumbling a little. You decide to take another route, so your paths doesn’t cross. You soon emerge into your own world of thought, forgetting about the stranger. You do quicken your pace though, since you’re living in an area where lots of stuff happen. It’s not unusual to read about violence or fights.

“Y/N!” you whip your head around by instinct, to see who had called your name. You have a feeling that you know that voice, but from where? Your name isn’t unusual, and since you only live here during summers you don’t have any friends here. You turn back into your direction, thinking that the person had called for someone else. Once again someone calls out your name and this time you stop and turn around fully. You can make out the outline of someone a bit further away. Of course the street lamp is broken where you stand, so you can’t see the face.

You shift your weight where you stand, crossing your arms.

“Y/N” the voice says again, starting to walk forward. This time you realize whose voice it is. It’s Auston, your ex best friend. Auston, whom you haven’t seen or talked to in years. Auston, whom you lost in that ridicoulus fight a couple of years ago. The same Auston that broke your heart into a million pieces when he said that he doesn’t want anything to do with you. He is standing there, in front of you, breathing heavily. You sigh, not wanting to tear up old wounds that finally begun to heal.

“What do you want?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at him. He steps closer to you, and when you finally see his face he smiles. He smiles at you. You frown back. He is coming even closer, putting out his arms as if he is going to hug you. You step back, putting your own arms up in defence to keep him at arm length away.

“Auston” you warn, “don’t”. He keep coming closer, and that’s when the smell reaches you. Alcohol, cigarettes, and something else. He stinks. “Oh my god Auston, you stink”. He giggles “and you’re drunk”. Auston shrugs at your comment. You drag your fingers through your hair.

“What are you doing here? Go home Auston.” He shakes his head, and starts protesting.

“No no no, I want to be here with you” he says, causing you to shake your head.

“No you don’t Auston, you are drunk and…” you start, “just go home. I don’t want to deal with you. Be someone else’s problem, not mine”. With those word you turn around and starts walking away. You decide to take a little longer walk, to clear your head from thoughts of the encounter.

When getting back to your house, you don’t see Auston. You let out a sigh of relief, thankful for not having to deal with him. But when you turn up the driveway you see him, sitting on the ground outside the door. You groan loudly.

“What part of ‘go home’ did you not understand?” you snap at him while you glare at him. Not getting any answer, you nudge him with your foot.

“Let me call you a cab” you mutter, picking up your phone. “Have you moved since…” you trail off, “Auston, where do you live?”

Auston shakes his head with a childish grin, “not telling”.

“Then you are getting home on your own or you sleep outside” you counter, crossing your arms. He stays quiet, and so do you. After a few minutes of silence, you’ve had enough.

“What’s it gonna be Auston?” you ask softly.

“I’m feeling dizzy Y/N” Auston whines, “like I’m gonna fall over or something.” He sounds like a little baby, and you sigh deeply. Before reaching down and dragging him to his feet, and grabs his arm. He puts his arm around your shoulders, putting some of his weight on you. He smiles at you.

“Drink this, and stay here” you order Auston and puts a glass of water in front of him. You walk out into the living room and start to put away the pillows on the couch. You take out some sheets and brings out a bucket too, in case he needs to throw up. When it’s done you walk to the bathroom, where you rummage the cupboard for a toothbrush. You put the spare toothbrush on the sink, and places some toothpaste besides it. You stick your head into the kitchen to see how Auston is doing. When he sits there and drinks his water, you return to the bathroom to brush your own teeth.

“I’ve placed a toothbrush for you on the sink” you tell Auston. He looks up to you, and smiles.

“Thank you”

“Do you need any help to get to the bathroom?” you ask him, he shakes his head. He knows the way, he has been here before. When you here the water from the bathroom you quickly changes into your sleeping clothes. A big t-shirt with the seven dwarfs and a pair of tight shorts in cotton that ends mid-thigh. The only clothing from the day before is your underpants and a pair of socks. When done you open your door again, so that Auston sees you when he comes out into the living room. You look through your t-shirts before finding another big one that he can borrow for the night.

When Auston enters the living room you give him the t-shirt you picked out.

“You can borrow that to sleep in, do you want a pair of sweatpants too? They are covered with dog hair though”

“No, it’ll be to hot” he winks. You roll your eyes and turn to get into your own room.

“Good night Auston” you say, looking at him over your shoulder.

“Good night” he says, before adding “Joy” quietly. So quietly that you suspect that you weren’t supposed to hear it. You close your eyes, begging to shut off your emotions.

You get into your bed, staring up onto the ceiling. You hear his voice saying “Joy” over and over again. Joy. That was your nickname. A nickname that the two of you had shared.

We had been at his place, laying on his bed. He was on his back, and you rested your head at his chest. The two of you were watching Inside Out. You were almost always hyperactive, being full of energy that you didn’t know where to put. Auston could be hyperactive too, though he had it more under control. You were fiddling with his fingers, not being able to be still, while watching. After a short while of watching, he said that you reminded him of Joy. The hyperactive tiger that never was still and usually creating chaos in his way. You had countered that he could be as bad as you. And thus, you had called each other Joy.

That word, or rather, that name reminded you of so much that you had tried to forget. Pushed away in your mind to not miss him nor it so much. The constant physical contact that the two of you had, was not something you could share with anyone else. You were therefore not only missing him, as a person, but also craving the touch of other human beings. Hugs was never enough, you always craved more. The two of you were constantly hugging each other, cuddling whenever watching something or talking. Holding hands when walking next to each other, even though you were only friends. Always craving for each other’s touch. Those last couple of weeks, you had been slightly more intimate than ever before. Auston was tired then, and would usually lay on his back on the bed. You on the other hand, was often filled with energy and couldn’t stay that still. So it came naturally, when you guys would talk you straddled him. Sitting on him, right above the area. And being hyperactive, you usually bounced when talking and constantly moving. No wonder he enjoyed it so much when you sat on top of him. Though, you didn’t realize that he was attracted to you too until it was too late. Before you had lost him for good.

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Auston Matthews - Nightly meetings part 7

final part! i’d be so happy if you’ll send me an ask about what you think about the story :)

warnings: some heated moments ;) 

words: 5.8k

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7

4:55 pm. 4:56 pm. 4:57 pm. 4:58 pm. 4:59 pm. 5:00 pm. I literally watch the minutes passing by. One by one. I lost all my focus in one exhale. I shake my head, trying to shake my focus back. Andy looks at me and raises one eyebrow.

“I lost focus,” I explain to him. “I’ve literally done nothing but watch the clock the last five minutes. So I tried to shake my focus back to me.” I give him a tired but frustrated smile. He looks at me, blinks a few time, before putting his hand over his mouth to stifle his laugh.

“You thought that would be enough?” He has trouble not to laugh at me, and I send him a glare. Unfortunately, that makes him laugh more.

“Quiet!” I shush him, but a smile is creeping up on my lips.

“Well, it is getting kinda late. You wanna break up for today? We can work tomorrow again?” I wanted to have a free day, but considering my current state it would probably be for the best.

“Is that okay with you?” I ask him with a smile and big eyes, trying to look as innocent as possible. He chuckles and nods.

“Otherwise I wouldn’t offer,” his smile is tired too. I nod and yawn.

“Great,” I mumble and start to gather my things. In the corner of my eye, I can see him doing that too. Once I’m all packed up, I turn towards Andy while adjusting my scarf.

“Can we decide time tomorrow? In case we want to sleep in a bit?”

“Sounds awesome, a friend of mine has a party tonight. Do you wanna come?” I can see a shadow of hopefulness on his face. But all I can think about is my bed.

“Thanks, but not tonight. I’m too tired, but I would love to another time,” I try to smoothen my answer to him. And judging by the huge smile on his face, I was too good at it.

“Awesome,” he says and I can practically see him glowing. I roll my eyes while turning around, trying to cover it. When we both are done we walk towards the exit. The cold hit us right in the face, and I shudder. I can feel him eyeing me, but I choose to ignore it. When we walk down the stair I gesture towards the three different paths, asking him which one he’ll take.

“I’m heading towards the parking lot, you?”

“Yeah, my room is in the building by the parking lot,” I tell him. We start walking in that direction. The silence is only slightly awkward, but it’s bearable. It’s not a long walk.

“I live there,” I say and point towards my door.

“Okay, let me walk you to your room,” he says. I roll my eyes and start protesting.

“No, you don’t need to do that. I’m more than capable of walking to my room by myself.”

“No, no, no. It’s not a big deal,” he says and offers my a smile. I meet his eyes and argue with silence. He only smiles at me.

“I’m only giving up because I’m cold,” I tell him, him and myself. He holds the door for me, and I thank him by rolling my eyes. We take the elevator up. I try to convince him to leave me there, but he won’t. He will follow me straight to my door. I sigh loudly, and he chuckles. I can’t help but laugh at that too, I’m too tired to care. And that’s probably the reason why I don’t see him. Standing there by my door. Cap on his head with his hoodie over his head, face down to his phone. His back leaned against the wall. I walk straight into him because while I was the one walking he didn’t move an inch. He is big and compact as a wall. I let out a sound, that kind of sound that you make when you walk into something. I can feel his arms around my waist, stopping me from tripping.

“Hey!” I can hear Andy from far away. “Don’t touch her!”

“Hey!” I say turning towards Andy, “don’t tell him what he can and can’t do.” I forget that Andy is probably only looking out for me. Trying to protect me if some creep is trying to touch me. I forget that. Because I know this frame and this scent. I know it’s Auston. And therefore I forget that Andy doesn’t.

“You know him?” Andy asks.

“Of course!” I say, a voice dripping with duh.

“Sorry” I hear him mutter. But my mind is filled with the realization that Auston hasn’t let go of me yet. “Well, see you tomorrow Y/N.”

“Bye,” I say, but he has already left the corridor.

I take a small step back and look up at Auston’s face. He has a cut above his left eyebrow and a bruise underneath his right eye. He has another cut on his cheek, going over his lips. I follow the cut with my eyes and absentmindedly traces it with my finger. He doesn’t flinch, but his eyes darken slightly.

“Hey,” my voice is barely a whisper.

“Hi,” his voice is as low as mine but darker. Slightly raspy. All I can think about is how I want to kiss him. I let my hand drop down to my side. He still has his arms around my waist, and he doesn’t make any attempts to remove them. One of his thumbs strokes me, slowly. I rest my hand around his waist and look up at him. I give him a small smile, which he returns. I can think of anything to say, but at the same time, there are so many questions flying through my mind. I’m not sure I want answers to them.

“Uhm…” I hum instead. I search my pocket with my hand to find the keys. Once I grab it I retreat my hand holding the keys. Not knowing how to go forward, I blurt out, “I don’t know why you’re here, or if you wanna do anything or so. But, uh…” I gesture towards the door to my room, and he nods.

“Yeah yeah” he mumbles, he lets go of me. And I can feel where he had his hands on my body. And I crave for more. I unlock the door and let him in. Alison’s part of the room is messy, although mine is kinda clean. No dirty laundry at least, it’s something. I step inside and put down my bag. Auston follows behind and closes the door on his way in. I gesture towards the bed, no words forming in my mind. I need to clear my mind, to distract myself. I start unpacking my bag, to have something to do with my hands. I pull out the laptop and puts it on the desk, next is the book which I place on the shelf. Then my notes and notepads, and lastly my lunch box. I put it on the desk, but soon realize that I need to clean it. Otherwise, I will forget.

“Uhm, I need to do dishes,” I say waving slightly with the container, “you can come with or stay here. Your choice. I grab my keys and leave the room. I can hear him walking behind me. I walk towards the sink, saying hi to some of the other students on this floor. Everyone is suspiciously eyeing Auston but no one says anything. He hasn’t lifted his hat or anything, he is still quite anonymous. He leans towards the bench while I dish the container, looking at me.

"Please stop looking at me!” I say pleadingly, meeting his eyes. “It’s making me nervous.” I can see a smile forming on his lips. I dip my hand into the water and splash some onto him.

“Hey!” He says, now with a surprised frown on his face. I chuckle at his reaction but continue doing my dishes. Trying to act nonchalant. But I’ll tell you, it’s not going so well. He dips his hand into my water and splashes some on me.

“Hey!” I exclaim. One look at his innocent smile throws me over the edge, and I start to laugh. I splash him some more, and soon we have started a small splash-war. The laughs are echoing out in the corridor.

I try to escape the water by dodging and running away. Laughing until my stomach hurts, and then some more. He chases after me with water in his cupped hands. Plenty drops into the floor, making it wet and slippery. He throws the water and it hits me right in the head. I splutter, but I don’t stop laughing for a second.

“Oh no, you did not just do that” I threaten him.

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see that” he says with a glint in his eyes. He darts back to the sink to get some more water. I sneak up behind him and just splash the water right in his face. He gasps, then splutters to get it out of his mouth. I bend double laughing, not moving an inch. While the slight chock settled he laughs too.

“Oh my god” I gasp, getting a little short in breath. He splashes some water on me again, and I at him. He chases me around the kitchen to throw water at me, having to watch his step.

“How are you gonna explain that you can’t play? ‘Sorry coach, I fell down chasing a girl in a kitchen to throw water on her?’” I haunt him, once again dodging the water. It falls to the floor with a splash. I grab some water and throw onto his shirt. He pulls the hoodie over his head, throwing it onto the table. Together with his cap. I see he happy sparkle in his eyes. I grab some more water and pours it onto his back. He gasps and turns around.

“Oh no, you’re gonna pay for that,” he says, and before I slip away he grabs me around my waist and pull me with him towards the sink.

“No no no” I shriek, laughing and laughing.

“Yes,” he says and I can practically hear the smirk in his voice. He doesn’t show me any mercy and all but drenches my shirt with water. I gasp at the chill when it hits my body, the shirt plastered onto my body. I grab some water and is about to throw it at him when he grabs my wrists. Stopping the movement. I duck under his arms and the movement throws him off guard, and I manage to hit him in the chest. Now I can see the shirt plastered onto his body, onto his muscles. We stand there, breathing heavily from the laughter, eyeing each other warily. Drenched in water.

After half a minute of no movement, I look at the mess we created. The floor is wet and slippery. And we need to soak up all the water.

“Okay,” I say and clasp my hands together. “Now we need to take care of this mess, or I.” I turn around to walk to my room to get some towels. That’s when I slip. That’s when I slip on the wet floor.

I shriek when I feel myself losing my balance. But before I land on the floor, before I hurt myself. I feel a pair of strong arms catching me.

“Easy there Y/N,” Auston says when he helps me get my balance back.

“Thanks” I breathe.

“No problem,” he smiles. I turn to walk to my room again when he says “I assume you need those?” He holds up my keys.

“Oh my god, you are the best!” I tell him. He gives me half a smile when he hands me the keys. I walk back to my room, grab a towel and returns to the kitchen. I bend down and start to soak up the water.

“Gimme the keys,” Auston says, and I hand them to him. He returns with a towel of his own.

“You don’t have to” I protest.

“I know,” he says. We clean up the mess in silence, occasionally bumping into each other. Every time we bump into each other, he gives me one of the rare heartwarming smiles. And every single time, I feel my cheek heat up. It takes a while, but it’s worth it. I haven’t laughed that much in a long time. My cheeks hurt from smiling and my stomach hurts from laughing. Once we’re done I grab the towels and heads towards my room. Auston follows shortly after and unlocks the door for him.

“Hoodie,” I remind him, and he returns to the kitchen to grab his hoodie. I hold up the door with my foot until he’s back. I hang the wet towels over my chair and over my garderobe.

“We need dry clothes,” I say, “I don’t have anything for you though”

“It’s okay, just you change and then we can head over to my place?” I hum in agreement, grab some clothes and go to the bathroom to change.

It’s when we sit in the car driving to his place that he says that I was wearing his hoodie.  

“I saw that you were wearing my hoodie today,” he says, glancing at me. I instantly feel my cheeks heat up.

“Yeah, well, Will borrowed my big hoodie when we watched a movie. And I was in the mood for a big hoodie, and I still had yours. So…”

“It’s okay, I, you, um, you looked good in it,” he says.

“Thanks, I guess?” I chuckle, which cause him to chuckle as well.

“I mean, it’s okay, I understand” he tries to smooth over what he just said, trying to delete it. But I can still hear the words, you looked good in it.

“Why were you at my place?” I ask him.

“Oh, uhm, well, most of the guys are spending time with their girlfriends or wives after a long road trip like this, Will is catching up with Kappy and Freddie was hurt and ordered to go straight to bed. And well, I wasn’t in the mood to sit home and be alone.”

“Yeah, but why me? You must have more guys on the team? Or other friends? I mean, I’m just the girl that Mitch rescued from the cold.”

“No, you’re not.” He protests.

“Yeah, I am. I am nothing like you. I don’t like to go out, I prefer staying in watching a movie. I’m not big in groups.” I protest.

“I’ve kinda figured that out, already” he confesses with a shrug. I turn away, look out the window. Hiding the blush that’s probably on my cheeks. Of course, he figured that out. Of course, he knows I’m different. But why does he want to be with me then? When he knows I’m different? I feel his touch, he places his hand on my leg. I turn my head and look at him. He meets my eyes for a second, before looking back at the road.

“I know that you feel that you’re different, and I get that you don’t want to be different. But I like that you’re different.” His thumb strokes my knee a little before he retreats his hand. I let out a breath I didn’t realize that I hold. He seeks my eyes again and gives me a hopeful smile. I return the smile, although hesitantly. He reaches over and squeezes my leg. He quickly places his hand on the steering wheel again, to drive into the parking in his house.

“Okay, let me just change,” Auston says as soon as we step into his apartment. He darts towards his bedroom, disappearing from my sight. I take my shoes off and walk over to the couch and sit down. I pull my phone out and unlock it, entering my pin code. I open instagram and scroll the feed. Once in a while, I stop and like my friend’s photos. Sam has taken a photo of our school books, and added the caption 'anyone wanna do this for me?’. I double-tap the photo like I always do when my friends post something. Support-like even if I personally don’t like it. Apart from when it’s something that I disagree with, then I never support-like. I leave the app and open facebook instead. After scrolling through the feed I realize that there’s nothing new there either. I open twitter only to close it again. Instead, I open a game and lazily entertain myself. It’s not long before I hear a door open, and footsteps approaching. I look up from my phone and meet Auston’s eyes. He is holding an extra hoodie in his hand, which he tosses towards me. I catch it with both my hands and I can feel the smell of him surrounding me. I try to stiffen the smile I feel coming up.

“I thought that maybe you still were in the mood for big hoodies? And since my other one is wet, maybe you want another?” he smirks at me, but I smile nonetheless.

“Thanks,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat up. I pull down the zipper on the sweatshirt I’m currently wearing, and take it off. I slip on Auston’s hoodie and breathe in the smell. I suck on my lip and meet Auston’s eyes again. The looks in his eyes are new. I can’t quite place it, nor describe it. I tilt my head and bite my lip, looking at him. He looks back at me, but his eyes are flickering. Between my eyes and, and what? My lips? He takes a step forward, and I move my head to still be able to look at him. I can almost see a battle going on inside his head. I turn around fully and stand up on my knees. My thighs resting on the couch’s back. It makes me reach his level.

“C'mere” I mumble and reach towards Auston. I catch the pocket of his hoodie and tug him closer to me. Still looking him in the eye. I pull my arms around his waist, resting my head on his lower chest.

“Hey,” he mumbles putting his arms around me. Tugging me closer. I hear his heartbeat through the clothes. It isn’t as calm as it should, although the tension probably causes the rate to increase. I rest my arms on his hips, my hands hanging dangerously close to his butt. If I pretend not to notice, maybe he doesn’t bring it up. We stay like that for quite a while. His big hands are covering more of me than it should. He lifts one of his hands to my head, and clumsily strokes my hair. His hand covers half my head and his thumb moves up and down lazily. I feel that he takes a deep breath, and I let go a little and look up at him. His eyes meet mine, and he gives me a small smile. He moves his arms lower, placing my arms over his. He lifts me up over the couch and onto the floor without hesitation or problem.

“Did you seriously just lift me over the couch?” I ask him, raising my eyebrows. He mumbles something that I don’t catch and pulls me into his chest. I put my arms around him, although a bit confused. “What is it, Aus?”

“I just want a proper hug,” he mumbles before hugging me even tighter.

“Okay, I’m here, big teddy bear,” I say with a small laugh. I stroke his back with one of my hands, bringing the other one up to his shoulder and hugging him tightly back.

“Thanks” Auston mumbles, not letting go.

“Not that I don’t enjoy hugging you, but I assume you’re tired” and that’s why you’re acting this way “so why don’t we put on a movie or something and lay down?” I ask him. I just can’t assume that it is my closeness that he wants, that it is my company he wants. I assume, I need to assume, that I’m his second or third choice. Not the first. Not his first choice.

“Okay,” he says and let’s go of me, somewhat hesitantly. I make a move towards the couch, but before I even take the first step he grabs my arm and turns me in the other direction.

“My bedroom,” he says. I raise my eyebrows, silently questioning him. “More room to lay down.” He winks at me, and I roll my eyes.

“Okay sir, lead the way,” I say, gesturing with my arm.

“Of course madam,” Auston says and offers me his arm. I take it, and we walk with overly straight backs and heads held high.

“Wait a moment, if you plan on sleeping, I assume you want me to stay over?” Auston nods. “Then I’d like to wash up, brush my teeth and maybe change my shirt or something.” Auston nods again.

“The toothbrush you had last time is still in the bathroom, and I’ll grab a shirt and a towel?” Auston says I nod in confirmation. “Good.” I head towards the bathroom instead. I instantly spot the toothbrush that I used last time, the blue one with pink dots. I grab it and put some toothpaste on it. Auston sticks in his head with a shirt and a towel, placing it on the toilet.

“Is it okay if I brush my teeth at the same time?” he asks me, and I nod. He gives me a tired smile and grabs his toothbrush and the toothpaste. We stand there, side by side, brushing our teeth like an old married couple. A chuckle escapes my mouth at the thought. Auston gives me a questioning look, and asking with toothpaste in his mouth,

“What?” I spit out the toothpaste in my mouth and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand,

“It’s just, I’ve always imagined old couple standing like this next to each other brushing their teeth together,” I say with a chuckle. He raises his eyebrows at me and opens his mouth as to say something. “Oh no, don’t talk with your mouth full,” I tell him like his a child and puts my toothbrush back into my mouth. He rolls his eyes at me, but closes it and continue to brush without saying anything. After some more time in silence, I spit once again and washes my toothbrush and my hands. I grab the towel from the toilet and dry my hands. I can hear Auston spit and wash his toothbrush behind my back. I put back the towel on the toilet and grab the bottom of the hoodie, proceeding to pull it over my head. When it’s halfway up I can feel that my T-shirt is stuck to it.

“Whoops, little help?” I say, turning towards Auston.

“Oh, um” I feel his hands barely touching the skin on my stomach, grabbing the T-shirt’s edge and pulling it back down. While he holds my shirt down I pull off the hoodie. When I can see him I see that he is a bit flustered, but there is a smirk placed on his lips. He lets go of my shirt, but his smirk doesn’t go away.

“What?” I finally ask him, wanting to wipe out that smirk.

“Well, you’re not as flat as your clothes give the impression that you are,” he says, turns around and exit the bathroom. Closing the door behind him. I stand there, unsure of what he meant. I open the door again.

“What do you mean?” I ask out into the apartment.

“Just that you have more curves than your clothes shows,” he says.

I shut the door close fast and lock it. Finally realizing what he means. Oh my god he saw my boobs. I blush even though he doesn’t see me. The shirt had lifted that far. He saw that much. How the hell am I going to look him in the eye? How the hell am I going to sleep here? I pull of my T-shirt furiously and throws it into the wall. Embarrassed of the incident. The incident. Okay, maybe it isn’t as bad as it feels. He saw my boobs, but I was wearing a bra. It’s like a bikini. God I hope my nipple didn’t show. I turn towards the mirror, looking at my breasts position in the bra. No, it doesn’t show anything more than a bikini would. Actually, it shows less than some bikinis do. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. And he has obviously thought about my figure. Is that a good sign? Does it mean anything more than that he is a twenty year old boy? Without a girlfriend. Probably not. I mean, I look at guys. While I don’t wonder about how big they are down there, I can still wonder about how they look. Do they have abs? It’s really not a big deal. At least, that’s what I tell myself. I grab the shirt Auston gave me and put it on. I grab my T-shirt that I throw in embarrassment, and grabs the hoodie. I unlock the door and exit the bathroom. I leave my shirt on the couch, and pull on the hoodie again.

“Hey, Auston?” I ask out to the apartment.

“Yeah?”

“Can I grab a bottle of water?”

“Yeah sure, can you grab one for me too? I’m in my room.”

“Okay” I walk out to the kitchen and open the fridge. I grab two bottles of water, but not without noticing the jar of Nutella he has in there. I walk towards his room to find him sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed. I have to concentrate not to let my eyes wander.

“Hey cheater,” I say chucking him his bottle of water.

“What?”

“Yeah, you cheat. I saw what you had stored in the fridge” I tell him with a smirk, before throwing myself onto the bed. He still doesn’t understand what I mean, but instead of asking he stands up and walks out of the room. Presumably to go check the fridge. He comes back moments later and lays down on the bed next to me. Not commenting on what he found in the fridge. He is such a child. But I decide to drop it nonetheless.

“What’re we watching?” I ask him, crawling a bit higher up in the bed. I place the bottle on the floor before turning to my side and facing Auston. “Your bed is really nice, much better than mine in the dorm.” He chuckles as response.

“Thanks, I guess,” and now it’s my turn to chuckle, “well I don’t know what to watch” he flips on the tv and start zapping through the channels.

“You’ve only got Netflix in the living room?”

“Yeah, sorry.” He continues zapping through the channels. Once in a while he stops and checks the program for a few seconds. Nothing catches my attention, or his. After having checked all channels, we decide to watch an old Disney movie.

“Hey, come up here,” Auston says when he has placed the remote on the table.

“I’m fairly good here thanks,” I say, sinking deeper into the bed. He mutters something inaudible. When I make no effort to move he starts poking my arm repeatedly. I ignore it, turning my undivided attention towards the tv. It is Beauty and the Beast, and they’re out in the snow. Trying to make the Beast come close to the animals. There’s something sweet, and almost kind, but he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined. I hum along with the melody, not paying any attention to Auston and his poking. And now he’s dear, and so unsure.

”I wonder why I didn’t see it there before” I sing along under my breath, too low for anyone to notice my inability to sing a tone. “She glanced this way, I thought I saw, and when we touched she didn’t shudder at my paw.” I sing a little louder, feeling more sure of the words. Auston stops poking me, but instead, he grabs me under my armpits and pulls me up towards him. No it can’t be, I’ll just ignore, but then she’s never looked at me that way before. Auston puts his arms around me. I put my head on his chests, draping my arm over his stomach. I lazily stroke his side with my thumb with small circular movements. New and a bit alarming, who’s ever thought that this could be?, true that he’s no Prince Charming, but there’s something in him that I simply didn’t see. Auston pulls me up a bit more, closer to his head. I adjust my position in order to lay more comfortable. A bit clumsily. One of my legs goes entangle itself with his. But when I try to retreat my leg he holds it with his.

“Don’t” he mumbles, barely audible. But I hear.

“If you’re tired, why did you take me home with you?” I ask him, turning my head upwards to face him. My cheek rests on his chest, and I can hear his steady heartbeat. “I mean, I understand that you came over to me for company and so, but if you’re this tired you could’ve gone home alone you know?” When he doesn’t answer, I snuggle up against him. Putting my cold nose on his neck. My lips barely touching his skin. I feel him inhale sharply at the cold but turns his head to lean his lips on my forehead. Close. Close and cozy. The final lines of the song are sounding from the tv, There may be something there that wasn’t there before.

“Sleep Y/N” Auston mumbles, and I adjust my position once again.

I blink rapidly a few times. The sun is shining in. Where am I? Auston’s, right. Blinking a few more times. Something is stirring beneath me. Auston’s underneath me. Or half of him. I’m laying draped over him like a blanket. My head on his chest, his hand around my body. My leg is laying over one of his and my foot underneath his other leg. My thigh is resting too close to his crotch. Dangerously close to his morning boner. I yawn while trying to move away from him. I move my foot and lower my thigh a bit. I shift my weight in order to roll to the other side of the bed.

“No,” Auston murmurs. His voice is dark and raspy, heavy with sleep. I feel my body instantly react to his voice. React in ways I would’ve preferred it not to. He grabs my thigh with one hand and pulls me on top of his body, by pushing my side with his other hand. He puts his hand on my body without removing the other hand from my thigh.

“Relax Y/N, you’re tense all over” Auston mumbles.

“Well I’m gonna crush you” I try to reason, too awake to relax in this position. He pfft’s at my comment. “And I’m too awake, and I’m hungry.” My stomach grumbles to underline what I just said. Auston lets go of me, very reluctantly. I slide off his body, and down to the floor. I walk out of his room, and towards the kitchen. Auston stumbles after me, his eyes barely open and his hair sticking in all direction.

“I have to admit that your cooking skills amaze me,” I tell Auston. I take another bite of the pancake.

“Well, you wouldn’t know my skills since you’ve drenched them with syrup” he rolls his eyes at me.

“Hey, you are the one destroying them with healthy shit” I point at him with the fork.

“Healthy shit? You’re the one eating ‘shit’ with all that sugar!”

“Hey, I’m not the athlete here”

“Which means that I am the one allowed to eat sugar! Since I burn it all!”

“Hey!” I exclaim, “I work out!”

“oh yeah?” He smirks.

“Yeah, I do”

“Oh really, when?”

“I, I’m, you know, well,” Auston raises his eyebrows questioning me, his smirk only growing bigger. “I take walks!”

“Walks? Wow” sarcasm is dripping off his comment.

“Yes, walks”

“How long?”

“Well, you know, between my classes?” I look at him hopefully. His looks at me for a second before starting to laugh. This big laugh that shakes his whole body. And I do not like it.

“Hey!” I dip my fingers into my glass of water and sprays it to him.

“Hey!” He exclaims still laughing.

“Stop laughing!” I tell him, although I don’t truly mean it. I dip my fingers into the water again, spraying some more on him.

“Hey, no, stop that!” He says laughing, dipping his own fingers into my glass spraying mine. I squeal and I see him going for some more.

“No no no,” I say, trying to pull the glass out of his reach.

“Oh yes yes yes” he answers, grabbing my wrist to pull the glass back. I laugh, trying to pull the glass back.

Auston drives into the parking lot and into a free space, turning off his car.

“Thanks for the ride, Aus” When I turn to Auston he smiles at me, a smile which I return. “And for yesterday and breakfast, and last night”

“Yeah yeah I get it” he chuckles. He tilts his head slightly, his eyes not leaving mine. I can’t seem to break the eye contact either. We sit there, smiling stupidly towards each other.

“I really need to go, Andy’s gonna be mad cause I’m late,” I say, but I don’t make any effort to move.

“Yeah, he was kinda weird” Auston chuckles. He unbuckles his seatbelt, turns around and gets out of the car. I look at him, through the window, following him when he walks around the car. he opens my door, with a cheesy smile on his lips. He mumbles something that I don’t catch, and I tilt my head just looking at him. He reaches over me and unbuckles my seatbelt. I turn around in my seat, facing him.

“I really need to get going, if I’m late it’s gonna fuck up my day” I apologize. He nods, leaning towards me. I feel his breath on my face. It’s hotly opposed to the chill air. “I really need to do some stuff before meeting Andy.” My voice is barely a whisper, but he’s standing close enough to hear me.

“Can I, can I…” he struggles with the words. “kiss you?” His voice is low, low and dark. I take a shaky breath, nodding with small movements.

“Please.”

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Auston Matthews - Nightly meetings part 6

okay, I decided to post 2 parts today to make up for the absence. I scheduled the last part for tomorrow too :) 

warnings: some jealousy, some heated thoughts 

words: 2.8k

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7

Auston’s lips meet mine. They have a sweet taste, a taste I’m unable to describe. His hands are on my hips, his thumb making small circles around and around and around. Making the kiss even more intimate. I rise to my toes, my hand on his neck pressing more deeply into the kiss. He becomes distracted, now his hands are only holding my hips. No, he is using his hands to pull my hips closer to his. He is craving more friction, more contact. Just like me. The kiss breaks and Auston breathes heavily. He starts whispering in my ear.

“Y/N… Y/N…” that’s when I realize that the whispers isn’t coming from my dream. The whispers are real. And it is Auston who whispers them. Only, the situation is different. Very different. I feel his hand on my shoulder, he shakes me slightly. “Y/N, I’m so sorry but you need to wake up.” I’m slowly opening my eyes, meeting his brown ones. I give him a tired smile. Unconsciously reaching out and play with his hair. I blink once. I blink twice. My hand freezes its movements. My eyes widen and I quickly retreat my hand. I’m opening my mouth to apologize.

“Don’t apologize, please,” Auston says. I feel the bed shift, and Auston stands up. “It was… nice.” He smiles. That smile sends off fireworks in my chest. The dream is fresh in my memory. I look down, unable to see the smile any longer. Instead, I stretch my arms and yawn. He offers me his hand, and I take it. He pulls me out of the bed, and into his arms. He gives me a warm big hug.

“Mm… cozy,” I mumble with appreciation. I feel him chuckle underneath me, before letting go.

“I’ve made tea and two omelets. If you want?” His questions show uncertainty, and I give him a big smile and nod.

“Yeah, that’d be awesome,” he takes my hand, and we walk out to the kitchen. On one of the chairs lies the hoodie he wore last night. He drops me off at that chair, walking around the table and sits down on the chair opposite. That’s when I see that he is wearing the hoodie I wore last night. I grab his hoodie on the chair, and puts it on. I breathe in his scent, and smiles into it. It smells deliciously. I sit down on the chair, and reach out for the cup of tea in front of me. I glance up at Auston through my eyelashes only to find him already looking at me. He gives me a small smile which causes tingles inside of me. I give him a shy smile back, biting my lip. His eyes make me nervous. It’s like his eyes bore through my facade. Right through my wall. It feels like he can read me. Read me like an open book. I break eye contact with him, only to look back at him the next second. Auston looks down to the table for a second, and then back to me. Our eyes meet again, and then we both look away. Slightly embarrassed and very affected of each other. But soon, very soon, out eyes seek each other once again. No words are spoken, yet this is the most intimate I feel like I’ve ever been with someone. We’re not even touching. Barely moving. The only movements is from our eyes and lips. My eyes flicker down to his hands, but return to his face soon. I look at his lips his nose his cheekbones before returning to look into his eyes. I feel him eyeing me too. His eyes stop slightly beneath my eyes for a little too long. Is he looking at my lips? Does he want to kiss me? I want to kiss him. His eyes flicker back up to mine, and he gives me a smile. I smile. He smile. I smile. And all I can think about is that he usually don’t smile. Does that mean something? I take a deep breathe, only to hear him do the same. We both chuckle slightly.

*Ring ring* I startle, the bubble is broken. Auston gets off the chair and leaves the room. It was the doorbell. I hear some shuffling at the door, some low voices. Then Auston returns to the kitchen with Frederik right behind him. He eyes Auston suspiciously when he thinks I don’t see. I do see though. Will the whole team think we slept together? Auston scratches his neck, ignoring Freddie’s eyes.

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you,” he gives me a quick apologetically smile. He turns to Freddie.

“I don’t have any food for you. I only had four eggs, and I assume you have food at your place,” he sits down in front of me again. I look down at the uneaten omelet.

“You can have mine if that’s the case,” I say to Freddie, pushing my plate towards him. Auston puts his hand in the middle and pushes back the plate towards me.

“I texted him to either eat something at his place or to bring his own food,” he says as an explanation.

“Oh, okay.” My voice is pathetically small. I avoid eye contact with either one of the two athletes. Instead, I focus on the omelet in front of me. I cut it into pieces and puts one piece in my mouth. I glance up and see that the ginger took the chair next to Auston. He is looking at Auston, while Auston is looking intensely at me. The silence is awkward, and I can’t help to wish that Freddie never came. I decide to eat my omelet quickly to get out of here.

“You don’t have to rush,” Auston says, the corner of his mouth perks upwards. Like he’s reading my mind. I roll my eyes at him, but I do slow down a notch. I glance at Auston through my eyelids and catch him looking at me. I raise my eyebrows to question him, and he looks away. Freddie clears his throat. I look down to hide the blush that’s probably on it’s way to my face.

I’m literally drowning in assignments and reading and lectures. It is ‘do this’ and 'turn this in tomorrow’. It is putting me under such pressure that I’m cutting off all social activities. I barely find time to answer a text. I had, before the craziness started, sent a text to William. Thanked him for the cute note he left in my school stuff. While he apparently has loads of time to text with me, I have none to answer him. I’m afraid that he’ll take it the wrong way, such as I’m not interested in having contact with him at all. Which is not the case, I would love to have him as my friend. Although, I don’t like him more than that. More than a friend. However when it comes to Auston I’m not as sure. We haven’t had any contact since he dropped me off that morning, but I didn’t expect it either way. We didn’t exchange number or anything of the sort. It’s kind of nice not to have that pressure, or possibility. If he doesn’t feel the same way I’ll probably make a fool out of myself by texting him. My phone buzzes on the table next to me, I glance at the screen and see a message from my lab partner. I sigh, and open a new tab on my computer. I type in 'face’ and then click on Facebook. I open the message and read it, >hey, do you wanna meet up and work on the lab report?<. I open the chat and start typing back a reply.

>yeah sure, what time?<

I watch the three dots that indicates that he’s writing a reply. I drum my fingers on my desk in the same beat, waiting for the reply to hit me.

>does 10 work for you?<

I glance at the clock, it’s 9am now. I hum in agreement for myself, and type

>yup, library? first one grabs a table?<

>perf<

I see the three dots bouncing on the screen once again, before disappearing and he logs out. I close the tab and closes my computer. I push it down into my bag, and shove down my notepad, the lab instruction and my lab book. I exit the room and heads to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I watch myself in the mirror, while doing the monotone movements that is brushing teeth. Reentering my room I pack the book for the course too. I enter the kitchen and grab one of the containers of leftovers, a banana and fill a water bottle. I pack these too, and go back to my room to get properly dressed. I end up throwing on bigger shirt, a pair of slim jeans and Auston’s hoodie. It’s the biggest hoodie I’ve currently have, since William borrowed my big one. I push a hat onto my head, before standing in front of my shoes deciding which pair to use. I grab my boots and tie them. I check myself one last time in the mirror, before grabbing my phone, keys and wallet.

The walk to the library isn’t long, but it’s long enough to start freezing. I pull on the jacket to warm me a bit more and hasten my pace. I step through the library doors and shudder at the temperature change. I pull on my scarf to open it up a bit since it’s much warmer in the library. I pull out my phone to see it my lab partner has sent a message, but he hasn’t. I start walking around in the library, trying to find a free table a bit inside the library. I find one in a corner by the window, with the possibility to charge our computers. I take a few long strides and places my bag on the table, to indicate that it’s taken. I take a seat at the wall, with the possibility to look out through the window. It’s not much to look at, but it’s nice. I hang my jacket on one of the empty chairs and places my hat upon it. My scarf hangs loosely over my shoulders. I pull out my phone and send a message about which table I’ve taken. I place the phone on the floor and lowers the volume on my music even more. I pull out my stuff out of the bag and start setting up an environment to study in. I plug in my laptop charger in the wall, ready for when my computer needs it. I open up my notes, places the instructions next to them. I pull out the book and places it a bit further back. I let my computer stay off since as soon as my partner comes I’m gonna go and buy a cup of tea.

“Hey,” my lab partner says and places his bag on one of the other empty chairs. I smile at him.

“Hey, now that you’re here I’m just gonna head up to the cafeteria and buy a cup of tea, okay? I’ll be right back. Do you want anything?”

“Yeah, a cup of black coffee please, with sugar.” I nod at his order and get up. The library is big, with a lot of different sections. On the third floor, there is a cafeteria that sells a few drinks and some snacks. And it has student-friendly prices. I walk upstairs and head towards to it. It’s no line.

“Hey, one big tea and well, normal, coffee please,” I smile towards the cashier and pull out my card.

“Okay, that’ll be 7,29.” I put my card into the machine and pays. She hands me the two mugs, I drop two bites of sugar into the coffee, and puts on a lid. Then I grab one of the tea bags, puts two more bites of sugar in my pocket, and a lid to my tea. I figure that when I’m back at our table my tea is ready, and then I can throw away the tea bag. The walk back to our table takes a bit longer than the walk up since I’m carrying two hot cups of beverage. When I turn around the last bookshelf I can see that my partner has settled himself in too and that he has brought a computer too.

“One cup of black coffee with two bites of sugar,” I say and places his cup in front of him. He smiles widely as a thank you. I throw away the tea bag, drops the sugar into the drink and then places the lid. I sit down and start my computer.

“Okay, so I thought that if I created a google document then we can work on the same document. Then we can work on different parts, and then read the other one’s parts and correct them. Then we can go through everything together, to make sure that the language flows. That okay with you?” I say while connecting my computer to the wifi.

“Awesome,” he says. I smile, and then open up a google document.

“Okay, your email?”

“andy dot wilster at gmail dot com” he recites and I type.

“Great, I’ve sent you an invitation link.” In the corner of my eye, I can see him opening his email and open up the document. I enter the headlines in the document and a small description of what we need to write under each one.

“Okay, which parts do you want? I was thinking that it’s best if we do the conclusion together?” I ask Andy, and he nods.

“Yeah, well, I can take errors, methods, and introduction?”

“Okay, then I’ll take material, procedure, and results.” It’s not the fairest division, since both procedure and results are two big parts, although I hate doing the introduction. I grab the instruction paper and look at the material they listed, and start to write those.

We work in silence for most of the time, occasionally breaking it to ask a question. By 1 pm we’ve accomplished a lot, and my stomach is starting to rebel.

“Okay, I think I need to go and heat up my lunch. Did you bring lunch?” Andy looks up at me, and it’s obvious that I broke his focus. I offer him an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, but you go and heat yours, I can heat mine afterward.”

“Okay,” I grab the smaller bag with my lunch and walk in the direction of the microwaves. The library has a separate room where one wall is covered by microwaves, and then there are a few tables in that room too. I spot an empty microwave and walk over to it. While my lunch is heating I pull out my phone. I have one missed call from Steph and a text that says to call her asap. I click on her contact, and she answers after the second tone.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing, I’m bored. What’re you doing?”

“I’m writing my lab report at the library with my partner.”

“Oh, okay. Are you gonna be there for long?”

“I think so yeah, I think we’ll try to finish as much as possible today, why?”

“Nothing nothing, just wondering you know.” I count the days since the boys left on their road trip, and figure out its 10 days ago.

“You’re alone? Missing Mitch?”

“Yeah” The microwave beeps to indicate that it’s done. I take out my container and put it on the bench. I hold my phone to my ear with my shoulder and head, while putting the lid on my food.

“Hey Steph, I gotta go to my partner again. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I straighten up and take the phone in my hand again. I grab my lunch with the other one and wait for her answer.

“Okay, bye,” she says excitedly before hanging up. I roll my eyes, her mood swings are as extreme as mine. I shove down the phone in my back pocket and heads towards the table. When I reach the table I see that Andy is ready to heat his lunch.

“Hey, your turn sir,” I whisper to him with a playful smile. He winks in return and leaves the table. I put in one of my earplugs and press play on my computer. The music is low, but I can still hear it clearly. My surroundings are quiet; some occasional footsteps, some taps on keyboards, some shuffling between pages in books. It’s a peaceful environment and a perfect environment for studying.

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Auston Matthews - Nightly meetings part 5

I’m so so sorry I haven’t posted in a while! going through a rough time irl! thanks for the sweet comments that I’ve gotten so far :) 

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part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7

I found myself once again outside in the night. This time I’d taken with me warmer clothes though. I’m sitting on the same bench a week earlier. This time with sweatpants and, actually, Auston’s hoodie that he borrowed me last time. I’m also wearing shoes. And have money. This time I’m prepared for a night outside. Or prepared is the wrong word. It’s more like, I’m a little bit more prepared than last time. A little being the key. I’m tired, but there is nothing to do about it. And this time it’s early, it’s only 11pm. People are still walking and awake. I watch the cars driving by on the road. None is stopping or driving in to the parking lot. No one but one. A fancy car drives into the parking lot,  smoothly parks into an empty spot. The windows are darkened, and the car is black. I see a person with a cap pushed down low exit the car. He is wearing a black hoodie and black jeans. He opens the back door and takes out a bag. I can hear his phone ringing. He answers it.

“Hello? Where the hell are you?” His voice is dark, and I think I recognize it. I continue watching him. He hangs the bag over his shoulder, locking the car and walking towards the dorms. “Yeah, I’m here. You better get your ass out here and take your things.” He sounds frustrated, almost irritated. “Just because you want to have sex all night before road trip doesn’t mean that I don’t want to sleep. Just get your ass down here, now!” He probably hangs up, because he shoves the phone back into the pocket. He takes a look around. His gaze hits me, and he looks at me more intensely. Not that I see his face nor his expression. I think I’ve figured out who the voice belongs to. And based on both his watching and his earlier conversation, I’m about to find out if I’m right.

“Hey!” I see another figure jogging towards him. And this figure I recognize by now. And the voice. That’s Mitch. No doubt. Therefore this guy is Auston. Like I thought. One point to Y/N. Mitch walks up to Auston, and takes his bag. “Thanks, man, I really appreciate it!” He taps Auston on the shoulder, as an appreciative gesture. I see Auston bend down slightly, probably murmuring something to Mitch. I don’t hear the words, but I hear the voices. Mitch turns around and looks in my direction.

“Y/N!” He calls out, grabbing Auston by the arm and dragging him over to my bench. “Disturbing roommate once again?” I nod in confirmation and sigh.

“That’s too bad. Sorry but I need to ditch you right away. Gotta get back to Steph. Last night before the road trip.” Mitch bends down and gives me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. I wave at him when he jogs back to where he came from. Auston sits down on the bench next to me. He lifts his cap from over his face slightly. Allowing me to look at him better.

“You don’t have to sit here only because I do,” I tell him. I don’t want him to lose sleep before a road trip because of me.

“It’s okay,” he says. “Or, do you want to maybe come to my place? I don’t know, you can sleep in the guest room.”

“But you have your road trip coming up…” I hesitate, although the offer is very tempting.

“Yeah, but I can sleep then. And on the plane. And the hotels we stay at aren’t exactly bad. They’re extremely luxurious and fancy.” He tells me, winking. He knows I’m tempted by his offer. I know that he knows. And he uses it to his advantage.

“It’s not fair to use another person’s weaknesses,” I tell him, crossing my arm. He chuckles slightly at that but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he stands up and offers me his hand. I stand up by myself, although I wanted to take his hand. The blanket falls down to the ground, and Auston picks it up. I smile thankfully at him. I shove my phone, keys, wallet and everything else in the pocket of the sweatpants. Auston has retreated his hand, no longer offering me to take it. I feel slightly disappointed, but I drop it. Instead, I hook my arm around his, even though it takes all the courage I’ve got. He looks down at me and gives me a small smile.

The ride to his place is silent. It’s not the comfortable silence that I experienced with William. It’s a more awkward silence. A little tense. I glance at Auston when I think he’s not looking. Nervously biting my lip. I fidget with my hands in my lap. Even though I have nothing to be nervous about, I’m feeling nervous. Auston taps on the steering wheel with his fingers. Is he also nervous? Why is he nervous? Why am I nervous? I don’t have the answers to those questions, and that alone makes me nervous. After a while with my thoughts battling inside my head, I feel the car slow down. Auston is driving into a garage. I look around, trying to figure out where I am. He rolls down his window, reach out and enters a code. A door opens, revealing another level of the garage. He drives down to it, and parks his car. All the other cars in this area is also fancy. Fancy expensive cars. I assume this is some ‘pay extra luxury’ thing. Auston grabs my blanket for me once again. I walk over to him, hook my arm around his once again. He leads me towards an elevator. The elevator takes us up to ground level, where  we exit the garage to walk over to the house lobby. He enters a key code once again, and we step into the lobby. To say that it looks luxurious is an understatement. This is beyond words

I gasp and look around the room with wide eyes. I hear Auston chuckle next to me, and I give him a slight push with my shoulder. That only causes him to chuckle more. Even the elevator breathes luxury. It’s ridiculous.

“This is ridiculous,” I tell him once we enter the elevator. “There is no need to have this luxury looks. It’s just a freaking lobby. And a freaking elevator. It’s sick!” I tell him, wide-eyed. He laughs at me, and I assume his shrug is his answer. I roll my eyes. We reach the seventh floor and the elevator plings. The doors slide open, and I step out of the elevator, half a step before Auston. The corridor is as ridiculously luxurious as the lobby and elevator. I roll my eyes. It’s ridiculous, really. Auston walks over to one of the doors and unlocks it. He gestures at me and I enter his apartment.

It’s sparsely decorated. No pictures on the walls, nothing. That’s the first I notice. Tough he is tidy. He kicks off his shoes, and I follow his example. He gives me a quick tour of his place, and every room is as sparsely decorated as the first room.

“It’s a nice apartment, although a bit empty. I mean, you don’t have anything on your walls,” I tell him. He chuckles at that, and point towards a couple of boxes in a corner.

“They’re all in there, I got a new place this season and I haven’t really had the time to decorate it. And I suck at hanging up pictures, it’s always my mom who does that.”

“Same,” I chuckle. He gives me one of his rare smiles, which I return.

“Do you want something to drink? Maybe tea?”

“I didn’t take you for a tea-drinker”

“Well, I am,” he winks at me. I roll my eyes at the gesture, not wanting to get attached. “Okay, I’ll make tea, and bring you some clothes that aren’t cold, um… I’ll start with the second one.” He turns around and exits the living room, walking over to his room. He returns shortly afterward with a pile of clothes in his hands. I change into his clothes in the bathroom. I get a good look at them too. It’s a pair of plain sweatpants, a leafs shirt and a leafs hoodie with his name on the back. He’d also put a placed a pair of socks on the pile. Which was very thoughtful, because my feet were freezing. I put on his warmer socks, and put my old ones into the pocket of my old sweatpants. I folded my old clothes, and put them too in a pile, with Auston’s other hoodie on top. That way I could return it to him now.

When I reenter the living room there are two smoking hot cups of tea on the table, the tv is on but Auston is nowhere to be seen. I place the pile of clothes on a nearby chair, bringing the hoodie with me over to the couch. I take a seat on the couch and places the hoodie next to me. Auston exits his room. He looks at me and a hint of a smile is seen on his face. I turn my eyes to the tv instead, telling myself not to look at him too long. He comes down to the couch and sits down next to me. Without giving it a second thought, I put my feet on the couch, sliding them over the couch and beneath Auston’s thigh. He gasps and his eyes send me an almost glare. I smile innocently, biting my lip slightly. He sends me a real glare, though with a playful hint. I make myself comfortable on the couch, resting my head on the armrest. He looks at me slightly, and grabs my legs and places my feet in his lap instead. He starts to massage them slightly, slowly heating them up with his movements. I make a small moan of delight, and my cheeks instantly heat. I bite the inside of my cheek and turns my focus to the tv. I hear him chuckle slightly, but decide to pretend that I didn’t hear it. After a while, his movement changes from massaging to stroking. His thumb making small circles on my wrist. I feel myself slowly slowly drifting off to sleep at his movements.

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Auston Matthews - Nightly meetings part 4

wow time flies! this is the fourth part, and I would like to thank you for the support I’ve gotten :) thaank you! :) 

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part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7

“Well, here I live,” I gesture at the room. He looks around.

“Which side is yours? Wait, let me guess” he says and I laugh. He looks at both sides. My half of the room consists of my bed with a black bedspread. On top of it I have two pillows, and a fluffy blanket. I have a desk and a chair in front of it. On the desktop I have my computer, a lamp and a trash can. Though it isn’t a real trash can, it’s a plastic popcorn box which I’ve put a plastic bag in. I have a bookshelf, in which I keep my books, my school books, my movies and tv series, my notepads and drawing pads, and different stationery. On the wall I’ve hung some pictures, one of Winnie the Pooh which I brought from my childhood room and one picture of the family’s dog. I have a little box underneath my bed with pictures of my family, they felt too private to hang on the wall.  Behind the bed’s headrest I have hung a fabric that I bought on a vacation. It’s blue and has a dolphin embroidered in black. It makes the room feel cozier. And then of course the chaos that is my wardrobe. Alison’s half of the room is sparsely decorated, her bed undone and her desktop a disaster. Though her wardrobe is usually organized, and so is her shelf. She has a weird sense of structure and order. William points to my half of the room, and I confirm.

“The way you’ve described your roommate it doesn’t feel suiting for her to have a picture of Winnie the Pooh on the wall,” he explains. I laugh, sitting down on my bed. He takes a seat next to me. “You’re not embarrassed for me seeing it?”

“No,” I shake my head, “it’s from my childhood room, and well, it makes me feel home. And Winnie the Pooh is pretty great,” I laugh a little and shrug. “I don’t get why people are afraid to admit they hold onto their childhood. I mean, I can get why some people do. But everyone with a fairly good childhood has a lot of good memories. And no matter what, you did like things when you were little. There are a lot of people who liked Winnie the Pooh when they were kids. I am one of them. But why stop liking it though? I get that the movies can feel boring and not as good as we thought they were. But you don’t have to pretend that he is the lamest thing ever. Or that you’ve never liked him. I can admit that the movies are kinda slow if I rewatch them now, but it doesn’t mean that I stop liking him.”

“Wow, you have a good point,” William says. Clearly thinking about what I’ve just said. I study his face while he is deep in thought. He has kind of a baby face, but not so much. His nose is a bit round, at least on the tip. His eyes are blue, and kind of big. He has long eyelashes. His cheekbones are both soft and edgy, they are clearly visible but does not look to be hard.

After a minute or so I decide to break the silence, and probably his thoughts too. But I’m feeling a bit restless. And while his thought may be occupied, all I’ve been doing is watching him. And it starts to feel weird.

“So, do you want to watch a movie?” I say. It’s clear that I interrupted his thoughts. He looks disoriented for a second, before taking in his surroundings and connects everything. He nods. “What do you want to watch?”

“What do you have?”

“Apart from the movies on the shelf, I have Netflix. He suggests we check Netflix first. I take my iPad from a box beneath the bed and connects it to my chromecast. I slide back onto the head of the bed and rests my back against the fabric-coated wall. I pat the place next to me, and he moves up to the head of the bed too. Sitting next to me. I can feel the heat radiating from him. I put the iPad on my legs, for both of us to watch it.

"What do you want to see?” I ask him, he shrugs and looks down at the iPad.

“How about the Martian? Have you seen it? It’s been a while since I saw it.” I shake my head and clicks on it. It starts playing.

“I need to pee,” I tell William, reopening the iPad and pausing the movie.

“Okay,” he says. I get off the bed and exit the room. When I come back, William has repositioned himself. He had taken a bottle of water, which now stood on the floor next to the bed. He is sitting in the middle of the bed, with the pillows behind his back. I look at him and raise my eyebrows. I grab the fluffy blanket.

“Do you want to move to one side or am I sitting between your legs?” I ask him. He smirks and tries to spread his legs. Only to realize that he’s still in his dress pants. Which are stiff and inflexible. I let out a laugh. “I have some big sweatpants, do you want to borrow them?” Considering that I changed clothes when I was in the bathroom, it feels only fair to lend some to him. I decide not to offer to sit next to him. It’s so cozy sitting in the arms of another person, and I kind of crave the closeness it brings.

“Yes please,” he says, and get off the bed. I roam my wardrobe and find a big pair of sweatpants, a big shirt, and a hoodie. I hand him the clothes and point to the bathroom. He takes the clothes and disappears into the corridor. While I wait I search for some extra pillows to make the headboard more comfortable. I grab another water bottle from the mini fridge and drink a little. Gotta keep hydrated. I take a bit of tape and mark my water bottle on the top. William reenters the room, with his suit in his hand. I hand him a hanger, and he hangs up his suit on the door. He seats himself on the bed, resting towards the pillows. He spread his legs and tap on the spot between them. I crawl over to him and rest my back against his chest. I put the blanket over the two of us and William puts his arms around me. I rest my head against his arm, and he puts his chin on top of my head. I press play and we resume watching the movie.

The movie is long over, but William had fallen asleep. I’m currently sitting in his arms, with him sleeping behind me. I squirm a little on my place, trying to squeeze out of his arms.

“Hm, oh, I fell asleep didn’t I?” William’s hoarse deep voice says from behind me. Gosh, that voice was sexy. It was a huge turn on. I sit back up and turn to face him.

“Yeah, you did” I laugh. I push a bit of his hair out from his eyes. I tilt my head to the side and look at him. “You should get home Will, I have no place for you to sleep here, I’m sorry.” I grimace, feeling sorry for him. He nods, stretching his arms and yawning.

“Yeah.” I get off the bed and stretch my back. He does the same. His eyelids are heavy and he yawns some more.

“Don’t bother to change, I have a feeling I’ll see you soon. You can just give them back then.” He nods and smiles. He opens his arms and pushes me into his chest. He hugs me tightly and places a small kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes and melt into him. Putting my arms around his chest and hug him back. We stand there for a moment. Enjoying the closeness, the warmth of the other person. Enjoying the feeling of someone in your arms. He lets out a deep sigh, and I can feel his chest moving. I let go a little, and look up at him. His eyes meet mine, and I smile.

“You are so tired Will,” I say. He holds me around my waist, and I tilt backward with my upper body. Counting on Willie to hold me. He looks down at me, with a tired but happy smile.

“I know Y/N”. I take a small step back, taking my weight on my feet. He kisses my forehead once again, and I squeeze his hand. “I better go, but you’ll hear from me soon. Take care girl.” I smile and open the door out to the corridor. He grabs his suit and leaves. I stand in the doorway, watching him leave. I watch him until he steps into the elevator and therefore out of sight. I close the door and smile to myself. I like him. He is one of my best friends. And I haven’t known him for long. I hope he’ll stay my friend for a long long time. I walk over to the window and watch him walking towards his car. He looks up towards the dorm, but I don’t think he sees me. I don’t think he has figured out which window that’s mine. I continue to watch him. A smile still present on my lips and a happy tingling feeling inside me. He gets into his car and drives away. And while I feel like I already miss him, I also feel like he’ll be back soon. Soon.

I shoot out of the bed when the alarm sounds. Alison’s bed is still empty. I press ‘stop’ frantically on my phone to stop the alarm. I yawn and sits down on the edge of the bed. I check the time on my phone, 6:30 am. Ugh. I didn’t get to bed until closer to 1:30 am tonight. I yawn some more and rub my eyes. I grab clean underwear and a towel before exiting the room. I blindly stumble in the corridor, the light too bright. I enter the bathroom and locks the door. I throw some ice cold water into my face, before stepping into the shower. I take a quick shower, before going back to my room. But as usual, my quick shower isn’t so quick. The time is 7:30. Which mean that I was in the bathroom for an hour. I groan loudly. I change my pajamas into jeans, t-shirt, and hoodie and throw on a pair of shoes. I throw my stuff on the desktop into my backpack, not bothering to check what I grab. I grab a banana and an apple before hurrying out of my room. Stressed, as usual.

5 minutes before class starts I get into the room. I let out a sigh of relief. I hate being late. I scan the room and quickly spot my group of friends. It’s an empty chair next to Em. I walk over there and sit down next to her.

“Hi, how was the game?” She immediately asks, looking at me with big eyes. I let out a laugh and places my backpack on the table. I grab the banana and starts eating it. Em laughs, “you never have time to eat breakfast on Tuesdays Y/N.” I roll my eyes.

“The game was awesome, it was so exciting. The girlfriends laughed at me multiple times because I was so involved in the game.” I chuckle slightly, before taking another bite of the banana. I quickly eat it, stands up and throw the peel in the trash. I go back to Em. Em looks at me with jealous eyes.

“Where did you go after the game? I was visiting Nicole yesterday, and according to Alison, you weren’t home yet. And that was at 10 pm.” I turn back and look at Sam.

“We went out to eat after, a couple of the guys and a couple of the girlfriends. Steph said I had no choice but to come.” They nod, and Em opens her mouth to say something. When the professor enters the room. I turn back and pay attention to him and the class.

My next class is Em also taking, and therefore we walk together. Saying goodbye to Sam who has another class. We chat about hockey and the game last night on our way to the next classroom. My stomach growls and tries to get my attention. Apparently, it growled pretty loud, because Em started to laugh at me.

“You seriously need to learn to eat breakfast on Tuesdays too.”

“Whatever,” I roll my eyes. We enter the classroom and sits down at a table near the windows. I open my bag to take out my notebook. A piece of papers flies out and falls down to the floor.

“What’s that?” Em asks, bends down and grabs the piece of paper. “It’s a note…” she trails off, I assume she started reading it.

“What does it say?” I ask her, mildly interested.

“Oh my god! This is so cute,” she gushes, and her face is just a huge smile. “Look!”

She pushes the note into my hands, and I look at it.

I had a great time tonight, even though we’ve only seen half an hour of the movie yet. Here’s my number, I hope to hear from you during my road trip /William

Underneath his message is his number written. I smile at the note.

“That is actually cute,” I agree. I take out my phone and snap a picture of the note. I put the note in the small pocket of my bag, deciding that I’ll text him later.

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Auston Matthews - Nightly meetings part 3

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part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7

Since Mitch is my man, you aren’t allowed to wear his jersey,“ I raise my eyebrows at Steph, giving her the classic are you serious?-look. "Well, of course, you are allowed to, but the guys made a little competition at practice this morning. The winner was going to give you their jersey.” I laugh, can only imagine a bunch of boys competing about whose jersey the new girl is going to wear. Instead of commenting it, I just ask,

“Who won then?”

“Willie,” she says, and open her bag to reveal a jersey.

“Willie…? Is that William’s nickname?” I ask, unsure if I met this Willy-guy.

“Yeah, it’s William. I usually call him Willie, well most people do. Weird that he didn’t say that. Oh well, William does sound fancier than Willie. I mean, Willie can be the name of something else,” she wiggles her eyebrows at me. I roll my eyes and groan, but still feel my cheeks heat up.  She laughs at my displeasure but drops the subject. She hands me the jersey. I hold it up in front of me, looking at it and checks the last name. Nylander.

“How do you pronounce his name?” I ask her.

“Well I don’t know how they pronounce it in Swedish, but here everyone, him includes, pronounces it like ‘knee-lander’” she tells me. “Well, both Kappy - Kasperi that is - and Freddie pronounces it differently. But they’re from Finland and Denmark.” I nod, trying to memorize it all.

They’re playing Ottawa today. It’s their last home game before a two week long road trip. We are seated in a box on the upper level of the arena, together with the other player’s girlfriends and families. It is a bunch of people in the room, most gorgeous girls, but also a kid.

“It’s usually not this many persons here,” Steph tells me. “But since the road trip is so long most of us want to see out boys as much as possible.”

“Then I’m actually ruining your time with Mitch by being here? Why did he have to get me a ticket to this game?” I ask her, not wanting to get off on the wrong foot with anyone. But Steph shakes her head.

“No! You can’t see it like that!” She scolds me. “We want you here.” I roll my eyes, keeping my comment yeah right to myself. She drags me to another blonde girl in the room. Come to think of it most girls are blondes.

“Y/N, you remember Syd right?” Steph asks me and confirms her with a nod. “And Syd, you remember Y/N right?”

“Yeah, it’s so nice to see you again” she smiles heartwarmingly at me, places a hand on my arm. I return her smile. She is wearing a Maple Leafs jersey too, but with the number 15. I assume that’s her boyfriend’s number. Steph was wearing a jersey with number 16 and with Marner on the back. The kid was wearing a tiny blue jersey, barely enough room for the maple leafs logo on the front. He wore the name Bozak and the number 42. It was really cute.

“That’s Kanon,” Syd tells me, “he’s Tyler Bozak’s son. He’s almost 2.” I was apparently too obviously looking at the kid.

“He is really cute,” I say, smiling at him walking around in the box. Syd and Steph nod and look at the little boy too. Syd checks the time on her phone and clears her throat.

“The warm-ups begin any minute now,” she says with a slightly louder voice. You hear the chatter begin again, this time much happier. A woman takes Kanon in her arms, and they all start heading down to the ice. When the room is almost empty Steph turns to me and asks,

“Aren’t you coming?” I shake my head, it would only make me uncomfortable.

“It doesn’t feel right, please I’d like to wait here instead” she shrugs and tells me that they’re back before the games start. I smile and wave at them. The bunch of girls walks down the stairs and up the plexiglass. I study the players from up here. It’s obvious which ones have partners and family there to watch them. The minute those players step onto the ice and spot their significant other, their face lights up like the sun. It’s adorable to watch. The macho guys with lots of equipment melt like ice cream on a sunny day. A few of them skate up to the plexiglass and puts their hand on hit, to come as close as possible. Mitch, however, shoots a puck on the glass where Steph is standing. Then he picks up the puck from the ice, flips it over to Steph. She throws it back to him and he shoots it at goal. Then he skates up to Steph. I realize that what I just witnessed was his pre-game ritual. And it was adorable.

It’s mid-third period and the game is tied. And it is a real nail-biter. I have trouble sitting still in my chair. My legs are jumping up and down at the place, my hands over my mouth biting in the jersey, and my eyes are following the puck intensely.

“Come on, come on” I mutter under my breathe, only focusing on the game. Auston’s got the puck. He passes it to William, who passes it to Hyman. Auston skates ahead and away from Ottawa’s defense. Hyman passes William, who shoots at goal. The goalie pushes it away with his skate and Auston gets the rebound. He shoots and he scores! I jump to my feet applauding and cheering. The other girls are doing it too. This means they’re leading with 3-2 with 5 minutes left to play. It’s not much of a lead, but it’s a lead. The speaker announces a goal from Auston Matthews and an assist from William Nylander. I can hear whistles in the crowd beneath us, people screaming that they love you.

With a minute left on the clock, Martin gets into a fight. During the game, I’ve learned that Martin is Matt’s last name, and therefore Syd’s boyfriend. I glance at her, to see how she reacted. I know since earlier that Martin is a fighter before I even met the guys. He used to play for New York Islanders, which my friend used to cheer for. Or she probably still does, I just don’t know. I force the thought of her away, instead focusing on the fight. Syd is following the fight closely, but she doesn’t seem too worried.

“Hey Syd, don’t you worry anymore when Matt gets into a fight?” I ask her. “I mean, I know that he is a fighter-kinda player, and he does fight fairly often.” She nods and seems to consider her words before answering.

“I used to get so worried, like clutching at my chair and stuff. And I’m still worried, but it’s not as bad anymore. I still follow the fights pretty closely. Just because I’m used to him fighting doesn’t mean he can get hurt. I’ve learned to read him, I can read him when it’s just a few scratches or when it’s like bad. When it’s a lot of blood I panic though, even though his body language tells me it’s okay.” She smiles at me and I return her smile. Considering what she told me. I can understand that part, my ex used to call me in the middle of the night like three times a week. At first, I panicked and thought he was in trouble or hurt, but after a while, I even stopped answering him. He was just drunk. Not that it resembles getting into a fight, but it resembles the less worrying.

The game ends without another goal being scored, meaning that they won. I can feel the mood dampening though, it’s not as cheerful as it was before. I’m not sure if that’s because of Matts fight or because this means that they’ll leave.

“Come on, we’re going to the family room. And yes, you are coming. And no, you don’t have a choice” she takes my hand and drags me with her.

“Okay okay, I’m coming,” I say when she drags me with such force. She slows down, and I hook my arm around hers. She walks into a labyrinth of corridors, confidently walking and turning, going through doors. At a few points, we have to show our tickets to a guard. At some other points, the guard greets Steph with a smile, and just says, new friend, eh?. They open some locked doors for us, but no one questions our authority to be there. Apparently, the tickets are enough proof. I decide to study it more thoroughly once I get home, to look for a stamp or something. We finally get into a boring corridor. There are a lot of other people there. It was a boring place though. It was a corridor, but the walls and the ceiling were grey concrete. The floor wasn’t much happier, but it was a different kind of grey. This is where the superstars family has to wait. The irony. Steph told me on our way here that sometimes they can wait here for quite some time.

“Are you ready to order?” The waiter stands at the end of the table with a notepad in his hands, looking at us. This time there are more people at the table than it was at the diner.

“Yeah,” Matt nodded. He tells the waiter what everyone wants to eat, and the waiter writes it down.

“And drinks?” He asks when he finished writing down the food. It’s Matt who answers this time too.

“3 cokes and 9 beers,” he tells him.

“I’ll be right back with your drink and food,” he says with a smile. I’m sitting next to William with Steph in front of me.

“Thanks for the jersey,” I thank William. He winks at me,

“No problemo.” His smile is shining and I can’t help to smile as big as him.

“Your smile is very contagious,” I tell him and he smirks at me.

“What can I say? I’m a beautiful man” he shrugs sticking his nose into the air. I raise my eyebrows and look at him.

“Really?” His proud expression changes into playful hurt in a second.

“Are you saying you don’t find me beautiful?” He gasps, putting his hands over his heart. I confirm his suspicions. He turns his back to me, crossing his arms. I roll my eyes and laugh at him. Shoving him playfully. That makes him laugh too, and he turns back to me.

“Nah, I’m just kidding. I like you!” He throws his arms around me, hugging me tightly. I ruffle his wet hair, smiling at him.

The food comes out shortly afterward. I ordered spaghetti carbonara, and it looks delicious. I glance at me looking what the other had ordered. William had ordered a steak with fries. It too looks delicious. I steal two fries from his plate and quickly put them in my mouth. That way he can’t take them back.

“Wow, these are good!” I tell him, winking at him. He pouts a little, but then take some spaghetti from my plate. I shrug, “only fair.”

“This is good too,” he tells me with a smile.

“Lucky me,” I say, stealing some more fries. “I need to taste some before you’ve eaten all.” I laugh, pushing him slightly with my shoulder. A token of appreciation. He starts eating on his steak and I dig in on my carbonara. The table is engaged in small talks with the people sitting next to you. Letting the food quite them. I look around myself, look at the people around me. And I can’t help but smile. It’s nice being a part of a group. I’ve missed the feeling of being surrounded by friends. And I hope that soon I can call everyone here my friends.

Two waiters clear out table, taking away our plates and empty glasses. Taking orders for refills. I stifle a yawn, it’s been a long day. I put my head on William’s shoulder, resting slightly. He leans his head on top of mine. I stifle another yawn, and I can feel William chuckle underneath me. He lifts his head and looks at me, forcing me to lift my head too.

“Are you tired?” I nod.

“Yeah, it’s been a long day,” I tell him. “My first class started at 8 am this morning, then I had school until 3 pm. After that, I had to rush home, because Steph picked me up at 4. And well, you kinda know the rest.” He nods, putting an arm around my shoulders, pushing me towards him. I rest my head on his shoulder once again. He strokes my upper arm with his thumb. It feels nice and safe. It’s relaxing. I close my eyes. But I can see a flash of light hitting me, and I open my eyes. Steph has her phone out, with the camera turned towards me and William.

“Aww, you guys look so cute,” she tells me and turns her phone. Showing me a picture of me and William. I roll my eyes.

“Oh my god Steph,” I mutter, and William laughs next to me.

“You do look cute,” he tells me and I glare at him.

“Shut up.” He holds his hands up in the air, as a sign of innocence.

“Oh no, you are not as innocent as you want to look,” I tell him, crossing my arms. He laughs at me and puts his arm around me once again.

“Well, I think I talk for all of us with a girlfriend when I say that I’d like to head home,” the other Connor, the one I hadn’t met earlier, says. His girlfriend nods. And a hum of agreement sounds from around the table. I assume the quiet ones are the ones without girlfriends. Someone waives over the waiter, and we all pay.

“I’m gonna go out for a while at least,” Auston announces to the table.

“You wanna get some?” Matt says smirking at him.

“Shut up,” Auston tells him. “Anyone want to join?” Most of the table shakes their head. Freddie shrugs.

“I can join for a couple of drinks,” he says.

“What about you Willie?” Auston asks William. He shakes his head.

“Nah, I’m gonna skip. I thought I could drive Y/N home, before heading home and chill,” he says, glancing at me when he mentioned me. I smile at him.

“Well then,” Matt says. Everyone around the table stands up, and almost everyone arranged into pairs. Connor and Lexi. Matt and Syd. Mitch and Steph. Auston and Freddie. William and me. And as it happens, Brownie and Zach end up next to each other too. I seem to be the only one noticing it, and I choose not to say anything. I don’t feel home enough in this company to chirp them in front of everyone. Not yet at least.

William drives into the parking lot outside my dorm. We sit in silence a second before I make up my mind.

“Do you want to come up my room and watch a movie?” William starts to smile.

“Yeah, sure, that’d be fun.” He unbuckles his seatbelt and I mine.

“Wait, you should park then,” I say, both of us already with a hand on the door. I laugh, and I can see his cheeks redden. That only makes me laugh more, it’s adorable to see him blush. He mutters something under his breath that I can’t catch, but I decide to let it slip. Not embarrassing him more. It’ll only fire back at me another time. He starts the car again and parks it.

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Auston Matthews - Nightly meetings part 2

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part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7

It’s been a week since the night I met Mitch and Auston. I haven’t returned the clothes yet, but I should. I tried to talk to Alison but with no success. Eventually, I gave up, and we lived two separate lives within the same space. It was hard, but it worked, okay. Today was, however, Saturday again.

“Alison, can I talk to you for a moment?” I want to tell my roommate not to bring home a guy tonight.

“Sorry, I don’t have time. I’m gonna meet my girls and we’re going out. Do you want to come?”

“No, thanks for asking though.” I smile at her while feeling my hopes getting shattered within my facade. I successfully contained my sigh though, which is a relief. Some of these days I miss the hours I spend with Mitch and Auston during that night. With them, everything came so easily. I didn’t have to rethink every word or repeat sentences in my head before opening my mouth. I didn’t have to contain my laugh or my comments. But, they were two superstars. I had followed them slightly on the news, watching how their team is doing. They’re doing well. It’s only October, which means that the games exhaust them more than usual. Both Auston and Mitch has a spot on the team almost guaranteed, but I figure that they work hard anyway. What I didn’t do was to follow them on social media. Even though they probably get hundreds of new followers every day, it felt exposed. I was only insecure, and I knew that.

“Bye,” Alison says before leaving the room. She slams the door shut a bit too loudly, and I wince. Letting out that sigh I had been containing. I get settled into the bed with my computer, looking through Netflix to decide what to watch. *knock knock* I look up at the door in confusion. Did someone just knock on my door? Or was there someone knocking on someone else’s door? Unsure of what to do, I just sit there. Waiting for a door to open in the corridor, but it doesn’t happen. Instead, a new *knock knock* sounds and I realize that someone is knocking on my door. I get off the bed and walks to the door, opening it slowly. On the other side is Mitch, and some girl I don’t recognize.

“Y/N!” Mitch exclaims smiling broadly.

“Mitch…” I say slowly,.

“Can we come in?” Mitch asks and enters my room, without my allowance.

“Hey!” I say, “I never gave you permission mister!”

“Rude!” he laughs before sitting down on my bed. I roll my eyes at him, turning to the girl that came with Mitch. She’s rolling her eyes too.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, which you probably already know,” I say, reaching out my hand. She takes it and her smile is warm.

“Steph, I’m that douchebag’s girlfriend,” she says. I chuckle at her words, gesturing her to enter the room as well.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” I ask, looking at Mitch.

“Well… It’s been a week and we haven’t heard from you,” he explains. I roll my eyes, I didn’t have their number.

“I don’t have your number” I explain.

“There is something called social media?” he tries. I roll my eyes once again. “Hey, you roll your eyes awfully much.”

“Only because I’m with you Mitch,” I smirk at him, and he sends me a pouty look. “Well, like I said. We probably would never see each other again, if it weren’t for the fact that you decided to stalk me up and pay me a visit.”

“She’s right Mitch,” Steph says.

“Anyways, we are going out to dinner and I was wondering if you would like to join?” Mitch says looking at me with hope in his eyes. I shake my head uncertainty.

“I don’t like third-wheeling.”

“Oh, you won’t,” Steph smiles, putting her hand on my arm and squeezes it reassuringly, “we’re going to meet a bunch of people at the diner. And Mitch has talked about you since you two met, and I believe Auston has uttered one or two words about you too. Which is pretty amazing. So, will you please come?” Her smile is contagious, but she is drop-dead gorgeous.

“I assume that this ‘bunch of people’ are going to be your teammates?” I ask Mitch who nods. “And they will bring their girlfriends too?” Mitch nods again, but adds,

“Not all of them has girlfriends though. And not everyone with a girlfriend is going to bring her, there will be non-couples too.” I bite my lip, both wanting to go and stay home.

“Please? I want to get to know you,” Steph says, which makes me agree.

“Okay okay, just let me change okay? Is this place fancy by the way? Because I am one, poor and two, not up for that.”

“No, just a normal 24/7 diner.”

We arrive at the diner an hour later. Mitch takes my hand and drags me to the table the instant he spots it.

“Hey everyone!” he shouts to the table, causing it to fall silent. “This is Y/N, she is new and is joining us tonight. Please behave and don’t scare her away, because I think she can fit right into this group!” He gestures with his hands at me, presenting me like I’m some kind of superstar.

“My god Mitch, it’s not like I’m the famous one here,” I mutter to him, sending him a glare. A few of the people at the table heard me though and started to laugh. Soon what I had said for Mitch’s ears only had spread over the whole table.

“He’s right! You’ll fit right in Y/N!” says a blonde guy sitting in one end of the table. I smile shyly, insecure all of a sudden.

“You know Auston, go sit next to him,” Mitch nudges me and pushes me in the direction.

“Is this seat taken?” I ask Auston.

“No, please,” he says waving his hand. “Nice to see you again.” There is a hint of a smile on his lips again. I smile back at him. “What do you want to drink?”

“Coke,” I say.

“Okay, wait here and I’ll get one for you,” he says, waving slightly to one waitress. I look around the table, noticing that the blonde guy is sitting in front of me looking at me.

“Hi?” His eyes make me feel more insecure than I’m already feeling, causing my hi to come out as a question instead of a greeting.

“I’m William,” he says, reaching out his hand towards me. I take it and tell him my name. The boy next to him reaches out his hand too and presents himself as Connor or Brownie. I nod, trying to make a mental list in my head. The waitress arrives with my coke and I thank her.

“Who is everyone?” I ask no one in particular.

“Well,” William says and starts pointing out people. “The girl next to Brownie is Sydney, she is Matt’s girlfriend” he points out the guy sitting in front of Sydney. When hearing his name he turns to William, then to me and waves, before returning to his previous conversation. “And next to Matt is Freddie or Frederik. And then it’s Mitch and Steph. Oh, and the guy who enters the diner right now,” he points to a breathy flushed boy, “that is Kasperi and his girlfriend Annika.” A blonde girl follows him. She is, as well as the other girlfriends, stunning.

“Okay, it’s not like I’m gonna remember that buut… It’s a start,” I chuckle and William winks at me. This is going to be a fun night after all. I can already feel myself relaxing.

“Alright, what can I get you all to eat?” the waitress asks the group. She starts in my end of the table, and I order a plate of fries. She writes it down on her notepad while continuing to the next person. She’s done taking all orders she tells us that she’ll be right back with our food. I smile at her.

“Hey, what’s your name?” the boy I think is Kasperi asks me. It’s at least the boy who entered the diner while William told me all the names.

“Y/N,” I say with a smile.

“Kasperi,” he says and reaches out his hand. I take it and smile at him. One name, check.

“Annika,” the blonde girl say and we shake hands too.

“How old are you, Y/N?” Annika asks me. The rest of the evening consists of small talk. Since all the other people know each other, most of them are curious about me. They ask questions about what I do, what I study, where I’m from, about my family, sports etcetera etcetera. I answer them all with a smile, but after getting the same question for the fourth time in less than a couple of hours I begin to get tired. I get it though, I’m the new toy. Everyone wants a bit of it. And I enjoy having this new group of friends, but I also need some alone time. I haven’t gotten a lot of alone time this past week, and I was going to catch up on it during this evening. I am however glad that Mitch and Steph invited me, and that I came. But now I’m getting tired.

I stifle a yawn, trying unsuccessfully hide it behind my hand.

“You tired?” Auston asks, putting a hand on my shoulder. I nod mid-yawn.

“Sorry,” I smile apologetically. “I’ve just had a long week and was planning on just chilling this evening.”

“I see, do you want me to take you back? I think we’re about to break up this party anyway. Some are going out, some are going home. It won’t be weird if you go home.” I yawn again, nodding.

“Yes please.”

“Okay then,” Auston says, retreating his hand. I can feel the warmth of where he had it, and I can’t help but feel this tingle inside of me. I cannot develop a crush. I just can’t. Further down the table, I see the little older guy, Matt I think, stand up. As did the blonde girl in front of him. I don’t remember her name, but I know it starts with an S just like Steph.

“Okay kiddos,” Matt says, “me and Syd are heading home. I suggest you do too, and not going out to some club or anything. Just a recommendation. Remember we have a game on Monday.” He heads towards my end of the table, stopping next to me. I look up at him, and his girlfriend, Syd, comes up next to him.

“It’s nice to see some new blood,” Syd says with a smile, squeezing my shoulder.

“Yeah, don’t be a stranger Y/N. I hope to see you around,” Matt says and ruffles my hair.

“Hey!” I say offended, straightening my hair. He just laughs and winks at me, before putting his arm around his girlfriend and they exit the diner.

“I’m gonna take Y/N home, and then head home to bed. See you tomorrow,” Auston says and stands up. I wave awkwardly towards the group. Some of them wave back, William whistles and wiggles his eyebrows towards Auston.

“Shut up,” Auston glares towards him.

“It was nice meeting you,” William says to me smiling. The rest of the group choruses yeah or see you soon. Mitch waves and calls,

“Hopefully you can sleep tonight Y/N!” I look at him over my shoulder, sticking my tongue out. Before jogging up to Auston’s side.

“Thank you for driving me home,” I thank Auston once we get into his car.

“No problems,” he smiles at me.

“You don’t smile a lot, do you?” I ask him, out of the blue. At first, he freezes a bit, but then he chuckles.

“I guess I don’t,” he winks at me.

“Eyes on the road mister,” I tell him, shoving him playfully on his arm. I can see a hint of a smile on his lips.

“It was nice to see you again, tell Mitch thanks for inviting me,” I say, before looking out my window. Therefore I don’t have to know if he looks at me.

“Will do.” The rest of the drive is pleasantly silent. I rest my head towards the glass, looking out on the city. I look at the buildings that we pass. At the closed shops, at the restaurants and coffee shops. I see the lights that shine in the city, making sure that the stars above us are hard to see. I’ve always been a big-city-girl. A big city girl who loves to go out into nature and watch the stars and all other things you can’t see when you’re surrounded by lights all the time. The car comes to a stop, and I realize that we’re already in the dorms. I unbuckle my seatbelt and turn towards Auston.

“Thank you for the ride. I assume I’ll see you again sometime soon,” I say and open the door. I jump out and close the door, looking at him through the open window.

“I hope you can sleep tonight, without any disturbances. And I’ll see you on Monday,” he winks at me and drives away. I look after him in astonishment. What does he mean I’ll see you on Monday? What happens on Monday? I turn away from the parking lot, walking back towards the dorms. I like these people. I think I can get used to being dropped off at the nights here by one of them. With them, I feel like I can be myself.

This is the second time in 24 hours that I think someone is knocking on my door. This time, however, I don’t wait until the second time they knock. Outside stands Steph.

“Hey girl,” she says, smiling at me. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah sure,” I open up the door for her, letting her in. She thanks me and enters the room. She looks at the empty bed and then back at me. Silently questioning where my roommate is. “Alison, my roommate, didn’t come home last night. Which was nice because that means that she didn’t have sex in the room while I was trying to sleep.” She chuckles and seats herself on my bed. I sit back down on the chair at my desk. I study her features while she takes a look around my dorm.

“Your room is like, the same size as mine only it feels smaller. Since you and your roommate doesn’t share any furniture. You have a set each. My roommate and I share on some of the furniture to get more space.” I nod at her.

“Yeah, well I don’t think me and Alison are, or will ever be, at that stage. But this works for me.” I take a look around in the room. “Not to be rude or anything, I mean I’m happy that you’re here. But, why are you here?”

“Oh, yeah!” She laughs, “I’m hereby inviting you to the game tomorrow. And as Mitch phrased it, ‘since the ticket is already checked out you have no choice but to come’.”

“The game? As in their NHL game?” Steph nods. My eyes widen slightly before I quickly try to dampen my expression.

“Well, I like hockey so I’d love to,” I smile. “How much though?”

“It’s free, they can check out a couple of tickets each every game or so, and Mitch checked out an extra for you,” she explains. “Though, he has the tickets until tomorrow. He forgot them in his locker.”

“Wow, okay. Thanks, I guess. You are going, right?”

“Yeah, I don’t want my new friend to go alone right?” she laughs, and I’m so grateful that I could hug her right now. “And afterward, we go out to eat at some restaurant or diner. I don’t know. It’s not fancy, so you don’t have to dress for something like that.” I let out a sigh of relief.

“Good, because I don’t own that kind of clothes.” I chuckle, and so does Steph. It feels like the two of us can become friends. And I hope she feels the same way. Her phone rings, and she says she has to leave. We exchange numbers and decide that we’ll meet at the parking lot tomorrow at 4 pm.

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Auston Matthews - Nightly meetings part 1

Hello! This is gonna be a story about Auston in 7 parts. I don’t think there is any triggering stuff or so, some language about sexual attraction and tension but nothing major. Next part is gonna be up on Saturday! :) 

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Warnings: mentions of sexual activities

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part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7

I’m awoken by the sound of the door slamming open. I sit up and look at the door. I hear small moans and kissing sounds. I see Alison, my roommate, with some other guy, entering the room while making out.

“Guys!” I say to announce my presence. They will not have sex while I’m in the room.

“Oops, forgot that you were here” Alison giggles, she is drunk. The guy smiles goofily at me for a second, before returning to make out with Alison. The moment their lips touch again, I’m forgotten.

“Please, I’m trying to sleep,” I say glaring at them. I really wanted my sleep. I lay down again hoping that they’ll stop. The moaning continues and so does the kissing. I hear a belt being undone, and the guy letting out a grunt. I put the pillow on top of my head, trying to block out the sounds. It works, kind of. I try to not think about the fact that my roommate is having sex with a, for me, stranger in the bed while I’m in the room. I try to think about what I’m going to do tomorrow.

“Oh come on” I hear Alison moan loudly. “Yes, yes right there baby.” I mentally gag, she has to be faking. It’s when I hear the bed thumping against the wall that I give up. I stand up, wrap the blanket around me, and grab keys, phone and headphones before leaving the room. Slamming the door loudly. I feel the tears burning. I don’t want to cry. I’m no baby, I’m a grown-up woman. I won’t cry because my roommate decides to have loud sex with a guy when I’m trying to sleep. They are loud enough for the entire floor to hear them. I stomp away, walking down the stairs and out into the night. I find a bench nearby and go to sit down on it. It’s cold outside, much colder than I expected. I wrap the blanket more tightly around me.

I close my eyes, trying unsuccessfully to not cry. I feel the tears drip down my cheeks. That’s when I let down my guard. I don’t care if I cry, I don’t care if I sob out loud. There is no one around. I check the time on my phone, 2am. There is no one around anyway. I cry and cry and cry until there are no tears left. My chest is aching from loneliness and homesickness. I want to go home. I don’t want to study in another city. I don’t want to live in a dorm. I curl up to a ball, resting my back on the bench and wrap the blanket around me. I close my eyes a little, I’m so tired.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” The voice startles me and I inhale loudly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” It’s a boy. I wipe my cheeks with the edge of the blanket.

“I’m just, uhm, my roommate came back drunk and is having loud sex with some guy. While I was sleeping. I mean, they woke me up when they entered the room and was making out. And then they started having sex. While I was there. On the other side of the room. So. Well, I left.” I rant. “Sorry” I can feel my cheeks heating up.

“Oh,” the boy says. He makes a gesture towards the bench. I nod and waves with my hand towards the bench. He smiles and sits down. A wordless conversation with a stranger. “I’m Mitch”

“I’m Y/N because I figure that was what you wanted to get out?” I chuckle. He nods and chuckles as well. “Why are you out here?”

“I was on my way home from my girlfriend,” he explains, “and she lives alone.” We laugh together. It feels nice. A cold wind is making its way into my bones. I shudder and try to wrap my blanket even closer to me.

“Are you cold? How long have you been here?” Mitch asks me.

“Um, what time is it?”

“3:30,” he says. My eyes widen.

“Oh, well I’ve been here since 2 so…”

“Since 2?!” He exclaims raising his eyebrows in disbelief. I nod, chuckle at his extreme reaction. “No wonder you’re freezing.” I give him a half-hearted smile. He starts to take off his hoodie. I start to protest.

“I have my blanket, you’ll only have your shirt.” My efforts to change his mind doesn’t bother him.

“I live close by, judging your current state you won’t go back to your dorm for at least another couple of hours?” I nod to confirm his suspicions.

“Well then,” he says as if that settles it. He hands me his hoodie, when I try to push it back towards him I feel how thick it is.

“Are you sure?” He nods. “Thanks.” He hoodie is warm, extremely warm. Both from the boy’s body heat and because it’s a warm hoodie.

“Do you want a cup of tea?” He asks me, and I look suspiciously at him. “I’m just gonna drive you to the closest Tim’s”

“I’m not too fond of entering cars with strangers” I confess.

“That’s good of you” he chuckles. “But seriously? You are cold, won’t you please come with me and I’ll buy you a cup of tea? Because by the looks of it, you only have your blanket, your phone, your headphones and your keys. That means that you have no shoes, you are cold - maybe not for long since I gave you my hoodie - and you have no money. In other words - you are in need of a hero.” I try to hold it, but can’t hold it. I burst into laughter, dragging him with me. Laughing is contagious. He looks at me with puppy eyes. I give up.

“Okay, but know that I will have my thumb on call to 911 if you are doing anything but taking me to Tim’s,” I say warningly. He laughs at me.

“Two things; one, my car is fast, and two, if I would do that it’ll hurt my career and nothing, except Steph, is more important than that.” I shake my head. He stands up and starts to walk away.

“Wait, you were right about that shoe-thing,” I say to him, chuckling.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I’m just getting my car,” he says, giving me a smile over his shoulder. I smile. Maybe there is hope for the world after all.

“Here you go kids,” the waitress says while placing two cups of tea on the table. I smile thankfully at her, immediately wrapping my hands around one of the cups. I feel the heat radiating into my hands and into my blood. I shudder, but this time because I’m getting warmer and not colder.

“Thank you Mitch,” I say, gratefully.

“Don’t thank me yet, the best part is yet to come” he laughs. I look at him curiously. I breathe in the heat from the tea.

“What do you mean?” I start to sip slightly on the hot drink, not wanting to burn my tongue.

“I may or may not have asked Matts to come with shoes and sweatpants” he smiles cheekily.

“Are you gonna make me socialize, in my current state?” I ask him in disbelief’ “why Mitch? I thought we were friends!” I place a hand on my chest dramatically, before laughing. He laughs at me.

“And for only half an hour ago you saw me as a stranger” he reminds me with a wink.

“Well, now I know you’re not going to kill me soo…” I tell him. We laugh at that. I have the blanket wrapped around my legs and waist since I’m only wearing a pair of pajama pants. Mitch and I are the only people in here, which isn’t strange since it’s in the middle of the night.

“And here he comes” Mitch announces, drums his fingers on the table to create a drumroll. I see a tall guy walking through the doors. His hair is dark and he wears a hoodie over his head. He says something to the waitress before walking towards us. He sends Mitch a glare, and I start to wonder why he is here. Did Mitch wake him up only to get me some clothes? In the middle of the night? He slides into the seat next to Mitch, and I can see darkness beneath his eyes.

“Wow, you look more tired than I feel,” I say to the guy. Mitch chuckles at my words. The guy looks up his eyes meet mine. I start to chuckle at the expression in his eyes. I meet Mitch’s eyes and I start to laugh for real. I’m way too tired to keep it in or control it. Instead, I crack. I laugh until I have to grab the table for support. Somewhere in the middle I manage to get out,

“I’m so sorry” before laughing again. First, the guy looks at me unamused with raised eyebrows. Then he looks at Mitch as if to ask him where the hell he found me. Then he looks at me again, this time in disbelief. Before finally, finally, starting to laugh himself. We’re interrupted when the waitress comes to the table and places one more cup.

“Thank you,” the guy says to her, smiling.

“No worries kiddo,” is all she answers before leaving our table.

“By the way Mitch, I brought what you asked for. But why? And why is she wearing your hoodie?” The questions are somewhat accusing. But even I can see how this looks. A supposedly unavailable guy is sitting in a café with an unknown girl, who by the way is wearing his hoodie, in the middle of the night. It doesn’t look good, and I understand that.

“It’s not like that!” I tell him, waving my hands.

“Like what?” The guy asks.

“I mean,” I feel my cheeks heat up, “he was just helping me.”

“I wasn’t accusing you?” The guy says, looking at me. “I was accusing Mitch.” I chuckle and shake my head.

“What’s the difference? You’re accusing him of doing it with me, right?”

“Well yeah…”

“Yeah?”  

“Hey guys, what the hell are you talking about?” Mitch asks after looking back and forth between me and the guy.

“He’s accusing you of cheating,” I say while Auston says,

“I’m accusing you of cheating.” Auston and I look at each other.

“Twin!” I say and nudge him with my foot. Auston’s eyes widen and he ducks underneath the table and looks at my feet.

“You’re not wearing shoes” he states. I shake my head in confirmation. He repeats himself, “you are not wearing shoes.”

“Yes? I’m very well aware of that.”

“You are not wearing shoes. Mitch asked me to bring shoes. And you had a blanket around your legs. Mitch asked me to bring sweatpants. You are wearing Mitch’s hoodie. Mitch asked me to bring a hoodie. All those things, they were for you?” He looks between Mitch and me, and we both nod. “I’m not sure what’s going on here, but here are the things” he hands me a bag with clothes in it, “I expect to get an explanation. But go change first.” He nods towards the bathroom. I smile and thank him. I take out the shoes first and put them on, before standing up and walking towards the bathroom. Halfway there I feel eyes on me, and that’s when I realize that I didn’t bring the blanket. And my pj’s are pretty small. Whatever.

“Thank you so much for the clothes,” I thank him. “I hope Mitch didn’t wake you up to bring these to me? Because judging by the looks of it, you need sleep. No offense.”

“None taken,” he says, drinking from his cup.

“What are you drinking?” I ask him while handing Mitch the hoodie he lent me earlier that night.

“Hot chocolate,” he says.

“You cheater!” Mitch exclaims, slapping the guy’s arm. “Coach told us not to have cheat-days this week.” He glares at the guy.

“Coach?” I questions. The two boys only nod, which causes me to roll my eyes. Instead, I decide to learn more about this mysterious guy who lent me clothes. “What’s your name?”

“Auston,” the guy says, “and you are Y/N.”

“That I am,” I confirm, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Mitch told me when you changed,” he explains with a hint of a smile.

“Did he also tell you why I’m here?” I ask him, glancing at Mitch. Mitch nods, and so does Auston. “Good, then I won’t have to repeat that story.”

“What do you study?” Auston asks me.

“Pharmacy”

“Really? Wow, that is so cool!” Mitch exclaims, his eyes filled with impression. I shrug and look away.

“It’s not that cool, I mean. It’s supposed to be like really really hard.”

“Still cool, I’m friends with a smartass,” Mitch says proudly, causing both me and Auston to roll our eyes.

“Didn’t your girlfriend study too?” I ask him.

“Yeah, but that’s different.” He tries to explain. I shake my head at him, deciding to drop the subject.

“So, what do you guys do?” I ask instead. They look at each other as if to decide if they’re allowed to tell me.

“Uhm, we play hockey?” Mitch says.

“Cool, what team?”

“Toronto Maple Leafs”

“Wow, that’s really cool! Congrats guys” I smile at them.

“You’re… you’re not? You don’t mind?” Auston asks uncertainly. I shrug.

“Well, of course, it’s like really cool and so but, you’re still humans. And well, we’re probably never seeing each other again after tonight you know?” I explain to them.

“Don’t be stupid Y/N,” Mitch says. I look at him questioningly. “Of course we’re going to see each other again.” I shrug, not wanting to enter that discussion. I’ve been let down before, and I don’t want to open up only to find myself alone again.

“What time is it?” I ask, picking up my phone and answers myself, “almost 4:30. Wow, we can really kill time.” I smile at the two boys. Mitch tries to hide a yawn.

“Sorry, I haven’t slept anything” he confesses.

“Oh my god, stupid!” I say, “if you’re tired just go home and sleep. I can get home on my own, no worries. And just because I can’t sleep it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t!”

“Let me drive you back to the dorms at least” he offers.

“Okay Mitch,” I say with a smile.

“Bye guys, thank you for everything! And I’ll give you back the clothes!” I tell Auston, before closing the door and walking away. I hear the car moving behind me. They drive through the parking lot to change direction, Mitch honks the car when they exit. I wave at the pair, with a smile on my face. The blanket is hanging over my arm, and I google the two names on my phone. I type in ‘Mitch Maple leafs’ in the google search bar and hit enter. The search results show a head shot of Mitch next to his name and jersey number. I replace ‘Mitch’ with ‘Auston’ and get the same type of result. I realize that the pair told me the truth, they really are playing in the NHL. I’m impressed. But I still believe in what I told them at Tim’s, we’re probably never going to see each other again. Therefore it doesn’t matter if I find it really cool that they play in the NHL. I enter the building and see that the time is 5 am. I figure that my roommate and her so-called partner should’ve passed out by this hour. And sure enough, that they have. But without any clothes. I roll my eyes and turn my back to her end of the room. I can’t live like this during the exams. I’m lucky the exams haven’t started yet. I’m still learning to live in a dorm and share a small space with another human being. I lay down on my bed, saying to myself that I’ll only close my eyes for a few minutes. But I quickly fall into a deep sleep.

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