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In Your Presence - OP81

@wowzees prompt request #4 - Non-sexual/casual dominance fic

Summary: Oscar has a dominant presence around y/n and there's ways that he maintains it.

Word count: 950

There is no doubt that Oscar oozes with calm control even outside of his relationship. So maybe it's no surprise that he also holds a dominance over his girlfriend in the most casual ways.

"No." Oscar states as y/n appears in her dress and deflates a little. "Wear the blue one. It looks good on you."

Oscar doesn't often flat out say no to her wearing something so when he does, y/n knows not to fight about it and make a fuss. Not only because Oscar would simply say that they just won't bother going if he doesn't approve of her outfit.

For some people it's too controlling but Oscar only speaks up in disapproval when he really doesn't want her going out in that outfit.

"Ok." Y/n smiles though Oscar gives her a pull over for a kiss.

"This dress is for an at home date night, ok?"

"Mhm." Y/n hums knowing Oscar isn't all that fond of non-verbal responses.

But she does as he tells her and that's enough for him to be content with the matter.

-

Y/n frowns a little as she listens to someone talk at the table, an investor who is not particularly of a nice nature and seems to speak quite negatively of women in general. He's also eyeing y/n with a continuous flicker over to her as he looks at her.

Oscar's hand has been resting on her thigh out of habit anyway, a means of comfort for her and his relaxed body language would almost be easy to mistake that he's not staring daggers at the man in question. A silent warning to the man before he leans forward taking hold of the bottle of water pouring some into her glass for her. But he can feel y/n has relaxed under his touch tightening slightly as a reminder of.

He uses his free hand to gently put up the glass and hand it to y/n encouraging her to drink since she's not been focused on her food or drink throughout the meal.

Finally the man seems to redirect his attention elsewhere and y/n looks at Oscar gives her thigh another squeeze as a means of reassurance.

He'll protect her and take care of her by any means even if it means pissing off or insulting an investor. He's too good a driver for them to threaten his contract. Other investors would protest it and so would the team. Which is what makes him realise he doesn't have to sit here and make y/n

"Excuse us." Oscar smiles moving his hand up to y/n's back before he stands then holds his hand out for her to take making her move, sending a polite smile around the table as she stands, sliding her hand into Oscar's and walking only for him to stop grabbing her bag and making sure they have all her stuff before walking to the exit.

"Where are we going?" Y/n asks in a whisper making Oscar look at her.

"Home, baby."

-

Getting away for a trip that isn't work related is all that rare because Oscar knows his girlfriend like a cheeky weekend away from everyone.

However, he prefers a limit to the cheekiness in public. So when he steps out, having slept in a little longer while y/n left for the beach, unbeknownst to him. He's not surprise to find her sunbathing topless with bikini bottoms that are hardly hiding much.

She's lying on her stomach reading a book leaning up on her elbows, eyes hidden under sunglasses and she doesn't even flick her gaze away when he appears walking towards her.

He throws a towel over her ass and picks up her abandoned bikini top from her bag. He climbs over her, kneeling as he loops the strings over her head and begins to tie it around the back of her neck.

"Baby, tan lines." Y/n groans but she shifts allowing Oscar to pull the bikini into place and tie it around on her back before he leans down and kisses her neck.

"It's a good way to know how much you've tanned." Oscar states as he stands up and moves over to the other sun bed and lays down while y/n looks over pulling her sunglasses down.

"You're topless...feels a bit sexist."

"Sadly for you I wasn't born with boobs that other men would dream about."

"No, but women will drool over you." Y/n states bookmarking her page and moving to straddle him, sighing when he places another towel around her waist and over her thighs. "How many towels you go?"

"Enough to keep you covered." Oscar smirks while y/n sighs a little. "You look beautiful."

"Yeah, you would say that." Y/n before she sighs softly drawing some shapes on his exposed skin.

"Next time wake me up."

"Ok." Y/n mumbles since she knew that was coming. Oscar doesn't really like her being without him especially when they're travelling just the two of them.

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet, I was waiting for you."

"Lie down and read, I'll grab us something. Stay put."

Y/n smiles as he lifts her up and places her back on his bed, putting her back on her seat and kissing her before placing the towel over her ass again.

"Leave that there."

"Yes, sir." Y/n smiles knowing those two words are only said as a means to provoke him and they work since he pauses and sucks in a breath, shooting her a learn of warning to behave before he continues walking making sure he has his phone on hand.

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Nearby - OP81

Request from @scouts-likes-sharks - a little fluff piece where the reader and driver (im not sure who) have like little physical check-ins (holding hands, ect.) to ground each other? - You guys voted for this to go to Oscar :) - Also added a fun little twist to this

Word count: 988

Oscar doesn't always appear to be the most doting boyfriend, but he depends on y/n just as much as she depends on him for the emotional support. Which is something that would probably surprise a lot of people given how emotionless he appears most of the time.

But small gestures exchanged between them brings them both a type of comfort they truly need.

Y/n is currently zoned out staring out the window of the plane since for once Oscar is flying commercial. Not that it bothers her, she feels like it's a more stable flight. But when Oscar returns to the seat after having gone to the bathroom, he can sort of feel the anxiety radiating off of her.

His hand reaches over linking with her own but she moves both hands to squeeze his making him lean over and kiss her shoulder.

Y/n has never been the best flyer, usually she's alright but for some reason sometimes it just spikes in the most random moments and she doesn't like to say anything because travelling is part of Oscar's job, he literally could not be an F1 driver without it.

"We're almost there." Oscar states making her nod a little managing a little smile, but he can feel that she's actually relaxed a little more and his mission was successful.

-

In truth, y/n knew the winning streak had to come to an end. She knew that a trio of wins was amazing but it was difficult to maintain and while Oscar is proving to be more comfortable and happy in this year's McLaren even he can't deny it's not as easy to drive as last year.

So when he lost the P1 to Max who undeniably made a move that was just the perfect example of why he's a generational talent. But that's not what anyone in McLaren wanted to see.

Even worse the whole race was basically down to strategy and who had tyres to spare. Oscar wasn't a man with that luxury and he lost out to Lando later too because the fresher tyres were just a massive advantage.

Y/n is waiting for Oscar with his media girl and when he walks out from the podium celebrations, y/n smiles opening her arms and smiling as he wraps his arms around her.

It's not a nice feeling to lose but to lose both to Max in a way that Oscar believes could've been prevented if he didn't brake so early. Then he lost out to his own teammate that he's in a title battle with. It's not great for him as far as races go.

He lingers with the length of the hug and hesitating to let her go but she doesn't bother saying anything. Oscar doesn't need someone praising him for P3 despite there being all good reason to force him to be aware that he still did a great race and a podium is a great way to end a weekend.

However, when you start on pole...a podium doesn't feel like a great way to finish the race.

"We're getting straight out of here after media." Oscar mumbles as he finally releases her and she steps back keeping a bright smile as she looks at him.

"Ok, I'll make sure I've got all my stuff ready to go." Y/n smiles before giving him another on armed hug before he goes off and disappears.

-

Y/n looks at her tummy glaring at the bloating. Or what she thought was bloating.

Oscar went to Woking yesterday leaving y/n in Monaco and after not feeling right, she took herself to the doctors and after a couple tests they got the reason for as to why she was not feeling great.

When he comes back a couple days later, y/n is camped out on the sofa and he immediately just comes over lying on top of her.

"God you have no idea how badly I need you." Y/n hiccups suddenly overwhelmed with the emotion.

Oscar looks up alarmed by her words and repositioned them so y/n's on top of him and he's holding her tightly in his lap.

"I'm sorry." Oscar whispers, not needing a reason for her to need him because she doesn't need one in his eyes.

"No...No. I'm sorry." Y/n sniffles while Oscar frowns feeling her almost clawing at his t-shirt in nervous as a means of fidgeting making his hand come up to her own holding her hands still.

"Baby, what's happening?" Oscar asks softly.

"It's not bloating. Making your dick feel good got me pregnant."

Oscar pauses for a moment before he squeezes y/n breathing in her scent and just holding her as tightly as possible but with a bit more caution to where he's holding her.

"You have such an interesting way of telling me you're pregnant." Oscar laughs then sighing softly. "Do you feel ok? Is there anything you need?"

"You. Just you holding me. You make me feel better holding me like this." Y/n breathes feeling his hand rub her to try and bring more comfort to her. "I love you."

"I love you too. We're gonna be amazing parents by the way...and I'm going to make sure you're well taken care of all the time." Oscar promises making her nod a little and melt into him.

"We'll have the cutest kid too-and the coolest kid. I mean look at their dad."

"Their mum is pretty amazing too." Oscar states though y/n lifts her head to look at him.

"I just burst into tears because you help me after I found out I'm pregnant not just fat." Y/n mumbles while Oscar smiles.

"Hormones baby-I think." Oscar chuckles while y/n grumbles a little. "We're gonna be just fine...the kid is going to be a hugger though."

"Oh definitely, a new velcro baby coming in hot."

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Monaco Baby - LN

Summary: A rocky start to the weekend doesn't amount to anything when the ending is perfection.

@speeedybaby hope this counts for your request :)

Word count: 1.7k

"It's not fair." Y/n whines as Lando pulls on the Quadrant jacket and picked up one of his older helmets.

"Keep your pants on, baby." Lando laughs before moving back towards her. "I'll see you later...probably better dressed than me."

"Lies." Y/n smiles cheekily before sighing. "You sure you can't just be late..."

"No." Lando laughs then leaning over and kissing her softly. "I love you, and don't be filthy around my parents."

Y/n hums as she shuffles to his side of the bed and he finally gets moving with another message from Jon that he's going to be late if he doesn't hurry up.

When y/n does appear with his parents later, y/n is her usual polite and soft-natured self. But Lando still spots the heat behind her eyes when he finally gets to take a break from media and actually come sit with them for a bit.

"I was right you're much better dressed than I am." Lando states but it's obvious y/n doesn't believe him for a second. "You want to come join me for the seat fitting?"

"I'll come over to the garage but I'll have to go upstairs. There's no way I'm wedging myself in that garage." Y/n mumbles earning a grin but nod before he smiles at his parents giving them both a hug and kiss on the cheek before he escorts y/n out of there. "You'll be happy to know I haven't imposed my thoughts about their son on them."

Lando laughs moving around her and squeezing her as his arms wrap around him.

"I'd say I want to know what's going through your head but honestly, you terrify me sometimes so I think it's better I don't." Lando jokes while y/n grins at him, blissfully unaware and unbothered of the cameras that are capturing the moment.

-

Friday held a much different energy to Thursday and Lando actually ended up running late because y/n didn't let him out of bed without getting her way.

His outfit today was also of her choosing but he'd not be staying in it as long so she didn't dress him up at much.

Friday wasn't a great day for either of the McLarens, to the untrained eye they appeared in a good position and sure the engines were turned down as they always are for practices. But neither driver felt good in the car and it was just proving to be an issue for them both.

Lando's mood at the end of the day wasn't bad because they didn't look to be under much threat by anyone but the Ferraris and Max, which isn't all that surprising really. Ferrari's best track last year was Monaco without question and Max is...well Max.

"Hey, it's just Friday. It means nothing." Y/n states as she sees him at the end of the day ready to leave. "We have dinner with your parents. They'll help raise the spirit."

"Yeah, that's true." Lando sighs while moving over and holding her with her a soft expression. "I don't know where I'd be without you, you know that?"

"Well you wouldn't have been late to the track this morning. Probably would have a much different fashion sense-wouldn't have start the day with your dick in my mo-"

"Let's stop your mouth." Lando states with a grin, slapping his hand over her mouth to stop her from getting too detailed of their actions this morning.

But her aim to get his grin back worked exactly how she wanted.

"Ok, come on let's go."

-

Saturday was still looking more uncertain, Ferrari still appeared to be the strongest team especially in Charles' hands. Lewis ended FP3 crashing meaning the car needed a hefty rebuilt, including the gearbox, suspension, quite a few things.

It was leaving some hope that McLaren at least had the upper hand.

And when it came to qualifying y/n was sitting above the McLaren garage with his parents and other supporters of the team.

Y/n is actually sitting holding Cisca's hand, both of them latched on with the hope that today goes completely in Lando's favour.

Admittedly no one is banking on a pole, Charles seems to have that in the bag without a threat. Or so everyone thought.

Q1 Charles is fastest, then suddenly Lando takes the top position in Q2 and when Q3 comes around, Lando's only building in his momentum. Oscar is having...a good time giving little touches to the barriers.

Y/n wasn't saying it but she truly believed that Lando could do this. Speaking it into existence felt like chancing a curse on it, and when Charles sets a mega lap. It's almost feeling like Lando is out of luck.

He's setting personal bests but y/n can feel how electric the nerves are in the air. The last few corners look good, no mistake in sight and when he crosses the line shooting back to the top y/n breathes out, her grip that'd tightened on Cisca's hand loosening slightly as Adam moves to hug his wife but as soon as he steps to hug others Cisca pulls y/n into a hug.

"That's you, his good luck charm." Y/n comments to the older woman who laughs and squeezes the younger woman.

"Come on, let's get down there." Cisca smiles moving with the young woman.

They do catch Lando briefly and he's visibly over the moon. For Monaco the pole position is nearly a finished job. It's not a promise of a win, but it's as close to a promise as you can get.

"I am so proud of you." Y/n states as Lando returns to the McLaren unit for his debrief and some of the race prep. "You are incredible."

"Are you crying?" Lando laughs moving towards her and hugging her tightly.

His smile has been unmovable wince he got over that finish line and he isn't going to let anything remove it for the rest of the day. Though y/n's tears of joy almost make him stop smiling just to fake a pout at her but he actual can't even force himself to stop smiling.

"Couldn't do it without your support baby." Lando states then sighing softly as he sees his parents looking at the two of them with soft expressions. "I'll not be long. You just wait here."

-

Lando was feeling good going into the race and bar the heart attack in the first corner where just about everyone was sure Lando went into the wall for a moment with a double lock up.

Thankfully he didn't. The rest of race was sort of in the bag for McLaren. Sure Oscar didn't manage to get passed Charles but Charles didn't manage to get passed Lando either so to a degree no passing was a good thing for them.

Max does prove to be a pest at the end of the race with Red Bull not pitting him till the end of lap 77. Y/n watches Lando suddenly take that McLaren on a fast track course for the fastest lap of the race. Doing it just because he can.

Y/n and Lando's parents have to fight their way to him on the track when he pulls up but they all manage to reach him and smile bright at him.

"You got a lot on the agenda tonight." Y/n states as Lando manages to hold her.

"You better be ready for all of it too." Lando grins before being guided off while y/n sighs moving to her spot with his parents ready to watch the podium.

Y/n can feel her eyes beginning to build up as she watches him take the podium with his gaze flicking around and finding them, widening his grin before he shoots them a wink.

Trophies are handed out and they hear the anthem before the royals exit with the other high status people who were up there with them then the champagne showers and Lando's bottle pop make the podium sitters spring to life, dosing each other with the alcohol.

-

The night was long, the Prince's Ball, going out to Sass' Café and then finally calling it a night closing in on sunrise. Y/n and Lando opt to walk back to his place, enjoying the quiet morning in Monte Carlo.

Y/n drunkenly balances on the edge of the pavement with Lando's hand holding her own as he watches her.

He's not had this good of a day in a very long time and ending it (even if technically it's the next day) with y/n looking like she's deliriously happy on his behalf. Though that might also be aided by the alcohol, half of which she drank so he didn't get too drunk on the drinks everyone insisted on pushing on him celebration. It was well intended but he's still keeping his drinking to a minimum.

"I want you to remember this feeling, Lando." Y/n states suddenly breaking the peaceful quiet.

"I will." Lando smiles making her stop and look at him, a stern glint behind her eyes as she smiles lightly at him.

"No. I want you to remember how amazing this feels. To win in Monaco and I don't want you to forget it no matter what happens for the rest of the season. You are one of the most incredible drivers and you proved it time and time again, today is just another bit of evidence and you are so proud and happy with yourself. I want you to carry this win and every win you have and the feeling that comes with it with you because you can't always win every race, but you will always be a winner who doesn't need to prove himself but you will just because you can." Y/n states then sighing. "Now I need you to not laugh at that speech because I know how much you want to."

"I don't want to laugh...I just know I'll let you down in doing that."

"You could never let me down. I'll remind you every weekend, every day, every time you go out on a track and get in that car. Because if that's what you need then that's what I'll do for you." Y/n promises before moving to kiss him, the action just as intoxicating as the alcohol in her blood.

"Let's get home. Can't mess up the sleep too much with another race weekend on the way."

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Matchmaker - LN

@lou-bean28 request - Would you be able to do Lando x sir jackie stewart granddaughter!reader ??!! I need it so badlyyyy

Summary: Lando never would've imagined an 85 year old F1 champion would help him find his person. But he was wrong.

Themes/warnings: Suggestions of smut but no smut

Word count: 1.4k

Sir Jackie Stewart is without a doubt a big name in F1 and he makes himself as present in as many ways as possible. And he is very much a friend of the drivers, to none one more than Lando Norris.

And with his granddaughter newly single after yet another man disappointed her, trying to use her for her name and grandfather's status rather than for her. Which Jackie thinks is a crime because y/n is the sweetest person alive and of his family, he feels that she is most deserving of the best love that she can get.

Recently after a meal in Bahrain, he concluded Lando is the man she deserves and he quite likes the idea of him officially being part of the family.

Sadly for both Lando and y/n, subtly has never and will never be Jackie's strongest trait.

"I'm going to go out on a whim here and say that he's late because he's not intending to show up." Y/n sighs softly while sitting across from Lando as they wait for her grandfather to show up to the meal he arranged with the two. Not that they had any clue that the other would be there when they agreed to the meal with the older man. "The man thinks he's a matchmaker."

"So I'm not the first man he's set you up with?"

"Oh you are the first, only because he's lost faith in my ability to choose a man on my own." Y/n laughs shaking her head at him while Lando winces a little at the dig at herself. "Sorry, if you knew my dating history you'd be laughing too, I promise."

"So Sir Jackie Stewart thinks I'm the man to change your bad luck?" Lando smirks a little leaning back in his chair as y/n counters him leaning closer on the table and resting her head in her hands. "We can count this as a date, but I will have to take you out another time that isn't set up."

"I guess I have no say in this but I wasn't about to decline a date with thee Lando Norris." Y/n shrugs with a small smile before they are greeted by the waitress to get their order.

-

Y/n sighs arriving at breakfast the next morning with Jackie awaiting her and she sighs shaking her head as he smiles brightly at her with his telltale expression letting her know he is aware that the dinner with Lando went well.

He probably planted spies there to report back to him.

"Were you not feeling well last night? We missed you." Y/n comments making Jackie shrug.

"Getting old, y/n. I needed an earlier night and I just completely forgot." Jackie states simple then smiling. "Did you have a good time? Lando is a very nice young man. I thought the two of you would get along quite well."

"We did get along well. Might've been nice to mention ahead of time that he'd be there."

"Ah, that doesn't matter." Jackie dismisses shaking his head while y/n smiles at the older man with a sigh. "Lando and you are a good pair. I know these sorts of things. It comes with age."

"Oh right, of course." Y/n laughs then smiling at the waitress appears to take her order for breakfast.

After breakfast with her grandfather, they leave to get to the track where y/n sticks with the older man but he decides to get on a mission to find Lando since it's Thursday and Jackie really gets to do whatever the hell he pleases which includes dragging his granddaughter to the McLaren unit to find Lando.

"Hey, Jackie." Lando greets spotting him then leaning to look around him with a small smirk. "Hi, y/n."

"Y/n is bored and I have a few people to see so would you mind if I leave her here. I trust you."

"I'm sure you do." Y/n whispers to herself but both men hear her, not that Jackie acknowledges her at all since he feels his plan is just going along perfectly.

"I'll take care of her." Lando agrees while y/n feels like she's being treated as if she's not even in the room by this point.

"Great. I'll see you later, love. You two have fun." Jackie smiles before taking off with an impressive amount of speed for a man of his speed as the two watch him disappear and y/n sighs turning back to Lando who continues to smirk other.

"I don't actually need babysat by the way."

"Maybe I paid him off to bring you here." Lando shrugs making her roll her eyes at him.

Y/n has already fallen for Lando after their meal together. They hit it off exactly as Jackie wanted and y/n is wondering if maybe she should've just let him arrange a relationship for her years ago. After all Lando is hardly the first man that he's befriended that he could've set her up with.

But maybe this is the best timed so she can be with Lando and he makes sure that for the majority of the day unless he absolutely can't bring her around, he keeps her either by his side or within sight of him.

-

"I don't know if I'm his favourite or you are." Y/n comments as she lies in bed next to Lando who just got a text from Jackie tell him to attend the next family gathering. "Also, we just had sex and you're prioritising texting my granda back."

"I would apologise but he's Sir Jackie Stewart and I want to make sure I stay on his good side." Lando shrugs then tossing his phone away. "Anyway, what do you mean we just had sex? This was an intermission, I'm not done."

"Feel like it's worse that you text him back during a pause." Y/n laughs while Lando shrugs unapologetically. "What is the family event then since I haven't even been informed of what's going on?"

"A cousin's birthday I think."

"Oh, news to me." Y/n laughs before climbs onto him to straddle him which makes Lando grunt a little from her weight pressing down on his crotch while her hands trail down his upper body. "Not that I hate my family, but talking about them while I'm naked with a man is a bit of a mood killer."

"Understood." Lando nods hoping that he's about to get the round 2 he was aiming for.

-

The next race sees y/n attending with Lando and attention definitely snaps to them since whispers had been drifting around the F1 media sphere after the last race but then the rumours of Lando attending a Stewart family event also leaked.

Neither figured hiding it was going to be worth it or that it would last long.

"Apparently you're having a positive effect on my public image. The PR team love you for dating me." Lando comments as he walks into his drivers room from a team meeting.

"No surprise there. Have you seen my granda? He's a beloved man within F1 and by association, I am liked. Just wait till everyone finds out why we're dating." Y/n laughs while Lando hums. "He is here somewhere, probably taking all the credit he deserves for setting us up."

"If I get asked, I'll be giving him all the credit. Publicly thanking him." Lando hums leaning over and kissing her since she's lying on his physio bed. "You look comfortable there by the way. Having fun."

"Yeah, I didn't realise WAGs had such a cushty set up. This is nice." Y/n grins while Lando laughs and begins to change. "And I get a strip tease. You're really pulling out all the stops. You know you already got set up with me successfully. You don't have to slut yourself out-but equally now I've cleared my moral conscience. Please continue."

"Oh for fuck sake." Lando laughs while y/n smiles gesturing for him to get on with it. "What would your granda say?"

"Probably that he's happy to see we're getting on so well and he knew we would." Y/n comments in earnest and Lando actually feels like she hit the nail on the head with that comment.

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Bed. Now. - OP81

@allofmytoxicity prompt request #3 - "I'm not-put me down!" "You're going to bed."

Summary: Y/n is grumpy because she's tired and arguing with Oscar is the first sign of that, sadly he's tired and grumpy too so he's not in the mood for dealing with it.

Word count: 622

Oscar generally doesn't have the most tolerance when it comes to arguments with his girlfriend, usually he tries to find the first means of getting out of it because conflict against her out of everyone is the last thing he wants on his agenda.

"I ask you to do one thing and you can't even do that." Y/n exclaims in frustration while Oscar sits looking at her with a blank expression but there's mild annoyance stirring behind his eyes. Not that she's noticed because she's too caught up in her own emotions. "Are you even listening to me now?"

"I'm listening but you're tired and that's why you're starting this argument." Oscar comments keeping his own rising temper under control only just.

He's not the only angry about y/n's admittedly disputable reasons for upset, but he's tired too.

He's flying out again tomorrow morning for the race but they've only just returned from visit home to Melbourne which was a long flight and even with the flight tomorrow being significantly shorter. He needs rest and he's exhausted.

Standing up he moves closer to her and stands in front of the young woman as she glares up at him. The heat behind her eyes not being desire for once which is really what Oscar would prefer to handle in this moment but apparently she's not going to be doing him any favours in that regard.

"I'm not-" Oscar grunts hoisting the young woman over his shoulder and even despite his own annoyance, he can't help but smirk a little at her gasp over his action. "Put me down!"

"You're going to bed. We both are." Oscar states and he knows that he's right about her being tired because the fight back is nonexistent. In the past when she's really been outraged and pulled this move, she's kicked and wriggled but she's practically dead weight and her verbal fight is weak at best.

Once they're in the bedroom, Oscar proceeds to throw y/n onto the bed with maybe a bit more force and aggressive than needed which he'd feel bad about if he wasn't throwing her onto a very cushioned surface with an expensive mattress his trainer told him to get to help with making sure he's not doing any bodily damage in his sleep.

"You'll feel better in the morning." Oscar sighs softly while y/n huffs at his statement. "Stay in this bed or I'll pinned you down and tie you to it."

"Such a romantic." Y/n scoffs sarcastically while Oscar hums, completely unbothered by her attitude because he has flopped himself down next to her and is fully intending to ignore her till he’s asleep.

Thankfully he does hear her breathing grow heavy and even out which allows him to drift off too. Settled with the fact that she’s at least asleep and won’t hassle him.

Then by the time morning rolls around they are both reluctant to wake up for the morning but y/n is definitely in a much better mood and looks a little sheepish as she looks at Oscar who just smirks at her behaviour.

“Don’t get all apologetic now. You were in such a bad mood yesterday you would’ve argued with your reflection if you were alone in here.” Oscar laughs while y/n moves over and hugs him tightly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I was being mean last night and it wasn’t fair on your.” Y/n rambles while he talks shaking his head as if he won’t forgive her that easily. “I’ll suck your dick. I promise.”

“That’s a start.” Oscar chuckles though he certainly won’t be turning down morning head before travelling. Not that it stresses him out but being even more relaxed is always welcome.

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Something about cocks idk

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reposting it because this is insane for him to do and him being sassy is everything once again.

“why is he so gay” what if i told you he was.

@puckandgossip thank you for this gem

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miss him terribly

sc: @delopsia

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no one speak to me at this time

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[AUSTON] before round one game fice of the playoffs against the sens 29.04.2025

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could i request a auston matthews story something cute or funny whatever you feel like writing 😓🤗

Beach date - A. Matthews

masterlist pairing: Auston Matthews x fem!reader summary: It was a lazy day but Auston decided to take you out spontaneously warning: none note: let me know if it's alright love❤️

It’s been a boring day for you and Auston. You’ve been sitting the whole day at home just enjoying ourselves. There was warm weather outside but you’ve been laying too cosy on the couch. You two had been watching another movie and just hugging until you heard Auston.

“Let’s do something spontaneous” Auston said and you looked at him.

“Like what? It’s 9PM” You told him, confused. 

“I don’t know” Auston was thinking for a minute until he came up with an idea. “Let’s have a picnic on the beach” 

“Baby I’m not dressed up and I don’t even wear any makeup. Please let’s stay at home and do something tomorrow” You tried to plead with him. 

“You’re beautiful without makeup. If you think that I care about what you’re wearing that means I’m doing a bad job. Now go grab a blanket. Meet me in the car” Auston told you and you stood up. “Kiss?” He asked you and you kissed his lips. 

You couldn’t believe in this. You always loved Auston’ spontaneous side but this was new. You two never went out that late, only if it was planned earlier. You grabbed the warm blanket and took two hoodies from the closet in case it gets chilly later. You went to the garage and saw him standing next to the passenger door. 

“M’lady” Auston opened the door for you and you giggled. He took the blanket and hoodies from your hands and threw them into the back. 

You connected your phone with the radio and played a playlist that you made when you started dating. It wasn’t anything new for both of you to have a car ride and you wanted to have all your favorite songs in one place. You put the music on and laid your head against the window. You were watching his hand on the wheel when the other was lying comfortably on your thigh. 

Auston wanted to make it special for you. That was his ultimate goal to make you feel appreciated. That’s why he drove to the store and told you to stay in the car. He went and picked out your favorite snacks and drinks. He knew you like the back of his hand and he knew exactly what to grab. He also noticed that your eyes were getting heavy during the ride and took your favorite energy drink. 

After 20 minutes, Auston returned and handed you the drink. The bag with all the things he bought, he put in the back next to the blanket and hoodies. He sat down on the seat and drove you to another place. He was aware that you were craving something warm and decided to make another stop. This time at the McDonalds drive thru. 

Auston didn’t even have to ask you what you wanted. He knew your order. You heard him saying the order and you smiled. You always appreciated that he was paying attention and knew you so well. When he was waiting in the line to get the food, you kissed him and thanked him. 

When you finally had the food, Auston drove to the beach. It was a quiet evening and not many people were there. He parked the car and when you stepped out from the car, the breeze hit you. You pulled one of his hoodies that you brought on yourself and took the food. He grabbed the bag and blanket and he held your hand. 

Quickly, you two found a perfect spot and Auston laid down the blanket. You sat down and took out the food from the bag. He sat next to you and both of you started eating. Not many words were said, you were just enjoying this evening and each other's company. When you finished, you laid down on the blanket and started looking into the sky. 

Auston brought you into his arms and you were laying on the beach. Both of you were watching the stars and from time to time, he placed a kiss on the top of your head. It was a lovely evening and you were happy to be there with him. You still couldn’t understand how you got so lucky to be with him. 

“Thank you” You said softly. 

“For what?” Auston asked you.

“For being with me. For loving me. For taking me here. I’m just thankful to have you” You told him and closed your eyes.

“I should be the one to say thank you. Every single day when I’m waking up next to you and I’m thankful for being your boyfriend” Auston told you quietly and you could feel the tears growing in your eyes. 

“I love you so much” You kissed his lips. 

“I love you too” Auston kissed you again. 

For another hour, you’ve been laying on the beach having a conversation from time to time. You could feel your eyelids giving up and Auston noticed this too. He placed a kiss on your head and lifted you up and took you to the car. You giggled at this act. When you were sitting on the passenger seat, he went to clean up the spot and returned to the car. 

Auston started driving back to the house and you fell asleep. When he parked the car, he looked at you and saw how cute you were looking buried in his hoodie snoring lightly. It broke his heart that he needed to take you to the bedroom because he knew that it’s very easy to wake you up. Thankfully for him, you woke up by yourself and went upstairs. 

Auston followed you into the house and decided to clean the car tomorrow. He saw you in the bedroom changing up into his shirt which was your pyjama and smiled. You laid in the bed and waited for him. He stripped from his clothes and laid next to you and pulled you into a hug. Just like that both of you fell asleep after this little date.

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Cookies Included

Auston Matthews x reader ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Word count: 1500

A/N: posting all my hockey drafts! NHL master list (hopefully) come soon

Auston Matthews was in the kitchen, trying his best to look serious as he watched you roll out dough for the cookies. You were wearing one of his old jerseys—an oversized, cozy thing—and you looked so focused that it made Auston grin despite his best efforts to look like he was helping.

“You know, I can’t believe you’re making all of these,” he said, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, but his eyes never left you. “You're going to make me the most popular guy on the plane. I’ll have everyone on the team eating out of my hand with these.”

You shot him a playful look over your shoulder. “You know, it’s not just about getting you brownie points with the guys. I’ve been practicing these recipes, and I want them to be perfect.”

Auston’s face lit up. “So you’re baking for me, then?”

You giggled, turning to face him. “Well, I’m baking for you, but you’ll have to share with your teammates. No choice there, Mr. Popular.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re making me share your cookies? I feel like that’s a crime.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love a little attention,” you teased, rolling the dough out with the kind of precision that spoke to your inner perfectionist. “Besides, you know you’ll look good bringing these snacks Matthews.”

His lips curled into a grin. “I always look good, what are you talking about?”

You were in the middle of cutting out the first batch of cookies when Auston stepped up behind you. His broad chest was warm against your back, and he placed his hands on the counter, peering over your shoulder. “I’m really good at decorating, you know. I could help with that part.”

You snorted, unable to hold it in. “Oh, yeah? I’m sure your ‘skills’ could rival those of a professional pastry chef.”

“Hey, I’ve got an eye for detail,” he said, his tone playful but feigning confidence. “Watch and learn.”

You handed him a piping bag filled with icing and grinned. “Alright, show me what you got, Matthews.”

Auston took the bag and squeezed it, but the icing didn’t come out in the neat little swirl he was hoping for. Instead, it splattered across the cookie in a way that could only be described as abstract art.

He glanced at you with wide eyes. “Huh.”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “That’s... not exactly what I envisioned when I asked for ‘decorating help.’ But nice try.”

Auston gave you a sheepish smile and then leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “Okay, fine. I might not be a decorator, but I’m a pro at eating them. So, I’ll leave the fancy stuff to you. I’ll just be your official taste tester.”

“You can taste-test all you want, but you’re not getting out of this,” you replied with a smirk as you skillfully decorated the next batch of cookies, leaving the ones he had touched to the side. “You’re still helping me. You’ve got two hands, Auston. Use them.”

“I’ll use one hand for icing, and the other hand for… well, more eating.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing your cheeks to heat up, though you tried to keep a straight face.

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

He just chuckled, stepping back to give you room to finish the batch. “It’s hard to resist when I’ve got such a cute baker in front of me.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, feeling your heart race a little. “Are you flirting with me while covered in icing?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Auston said with a wink. “But seriously, you look adorable, even when you’re criticizing my decorating skills.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you suddenly felt shy under his gaze. “Stop being so charming,” you said, trying to focus on piping icing onto the last batch of cookies. “You’re making it hard to concentrate.”

He grinned like he knew exactly what he was doing. “You’re welcome.”

After a while, the cookies were ready. You’d decorated them with a mix of simple designs and some that were a little more chaotic thanks to Auston’s input. The cookies were definitely an interesting mix of perfectly neat and totally offbeat. But you’d made them with love, and that was what mattered.

Auston packed them up carefully, grabbing the container and wrapping it up in cling wrap. “Alright, time to go. I’ve got a plane to catch and a team of hungry guys waiting for these. Let’s just hope they’re good enough to forgive the, uh, artistic choices we made.”

“They’ll love them,” you said, your confidence back. “They may look weird, but they’ll taste amazing. I’m not saying I’m a genius, but I know what I’m doing in the kitchen.”

“Just like you know what you’re doing to my heart, huh?” Auston shot you a playful wink as he lifted the container with one hand.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “Okay, smooth talker. Go give the guys their cookies before you get too cocky.”

Auston leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cheek before heading toward the door. “I’ll text you after the game. Promise I’ll save a couple for us when I get back.”

“Don’t you dare eat all of them,” you called after him with a laugh.

“I can’t make any promises,” he teased back, his voice fading as he walked out of the apartment, leaving you with a smile that stayed with you long after he was gone.

The next day, you were pacing around your kitchen, anxiously waiting for a message from Auston. He’d landed in Boston, played his game, and was probably having fun with the guys. You had a feeling that they were probably getting a kick out of the cookies.

Sure enough, your phone buzzed, and you grabbed it eagerly.

Auston:They taste amazing, but I’m pretty sure half of them look like they belong in a modern art museum. I think Mitch is planning to hang one on the wall.

You laughed out loud, shaking your head as you typed back.

You’re welcome. I’m just happy they didn’t taste like a disaster. At least they won’t be getting bored with plain old chocolate chip cookies.

A few seconds later, the phone buzzed again.

Auston:You’d be amazed how many times we’ve joked about how much your cookies look like a Picasso painting. But seriously, the guys all loved them. I’ll bring some back for you. Promise.

You better, Matthews. Those cookies didn’t make themselves.

Auston:I know. I’ll never question your baking skills again.

You smiled to yourself, feeling warm inside. The night was still young, but you could already tell that it was going to be a great one—cookies, playful banter, and the thought of Auston coming home to you later made the wait feel worth it.

When Auston finally returned, a few days later, you were sitting on the couch, waiting for him. The door swung open, and he stepped inside, holding a bag of leftover cookies. He immediately dropped it on the table and came over to give you a tight hug.

“You look good, babe,” he murmured into your hair, his arms strong around you. “Missed you.”

You pulled away, grinning. “Missed you too, but I’m more excited for these cookies.”

Auston laughed, grabbing the bag from the table and handing it over. “I was almost going to eat them all on the flight home. But I’m a man of my word, so here you go.”

You eagerly opened the bag, pulling out one of the cookies that had survived the trip back. You inspected it carefully, noting that it was one of the more... experimental ones. “Hmm. This one looks like it was decorated by a toddler.”

Auston chuckled. “We can thank Mitch for that one. He said he’d hang it on the wall for me.”

You took a bite, and your eyes widened. “Okay, okay. I’ll admit it—these might actually be your best work.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re happy I brought them back,” Auston said, sitting down beside you. He raised an eyebrow. “Or maybe because you just love me that much.”

You bumped him with your shoulder. “Maybe a little bit of both. But seriously, next time you decorate, let’s just stick to the simple designs.”

“I’ll consider it,” he said with a wink, pulling you close. “But only because it’s you.”

You smiled, leaning into him, the warmth of his arms and the sugary sweetness of the cookies making everything feel perfect.

“Good thing I’m so irresistible,” he added with a smirk, and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re lucky you're cute.”

“Lucky? I’m a hockey player. We’re basically all good-looking by default.”

You laughed, leaning up to kiss him. “I’ll take your word for it. Now, let’s finish these cookies.”

Auston grinned, wrapping his arm around you, his focus on the cookies fading as he pulled you closer.

"You're all I need, cookies included."

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auston matthews presents: the ultimate offseason chill sesh (wc: 776)

(a/n: i wrote this in like 15 minutes extremely stoned so it's not my best work but i still think it's kewwwwttttt okay)

The Arizona sun is high in the sky, blazing bright and relentless, but the heat doesn’t bother you. Not when you’re stretched out on a lounge chair by the pool in your and Aus’s backyard, oversized sunglasses shielding your eyes, an icy Diet Coke sweating on the side table next to you.

It’s bliss. Pure, uninterrupted bliss.

And then—

The sliding door behind you whooshes open, and you don’t even have to look to know that Auston has a shit-eating grin on his face.

You just know.

Auston steps onto the patio, slides slapping the cement, and he doesn’t say a word, just walks right up, silently holds something out to you—

Your dab pen.

You smirk, finally pushing your sunglasses up to your head. “Oh? Not even asking, huh?”

Auston snorts, dropping into the chair beside you. He’s wearing ridiculous pink and green swim trunks—some vintage Nike pair he thrifted years ago that he insists are his lucky ones. His tan is deep, his hair curling slightly from the heat, and he’s grinning like a man with zero worries in the world.

“You were gonna say yes anyway,” he points out, tossing his own pen onto the cushion next to him.

You huff—because, well. He’s right.

So you take it without another word, bringing it to your lips as he pulls out a pre-rolled joint from behind his ear.

“That’s, what? Your second one today?” you ask after exhaling, watching as he flicks the lighter, cupping the end like it’s muscle memory.

“Third,” he corrects, taking a slow pull. “But who’s counting?”

You shake your head, amused. “You love the offseason.”

Auston grins, exhaling a ridiculous amount of smoke before reaching over and patting your thigh. “I love you.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling.

Because, yeah. He’s got a point.

—

You don’t even make the decision to get in the pool—it’s just happening.

One second, you’re lounging, perfectly content, and the next, Auston is standing, stretching his obnoxiously broad arms over his head before plucking the joint from his lips and holding out a hand.

“C’mon,” he says, already pulling you up before you can protest.

“Aus—” You huff but let him tug you to your feet, your head already feeling light from the pen. “I was chilling.”

“We’ll chill in the water,” he reasons, entirely too pleased with himself as he tucks his joint behind his ear and leads you to the steps.

The second your toes hit the cool water, you sigh. Okay. Fine. Maybe this wasn’t the worst idea.

But then—

You squeal as Auston scoops you up, one arm locking under your thighs, the other secure around your back.

“Auston Matthews!”

“What?” He grins, completely unbothered as he starts wading into the deep end, carrying you like you weigh nothing. “You love it when I do this.”

You grumble, looping your arms around his neck. “I could walk, you know.”

“But then I wouldn’t get to do this.”

And with that, he adjusts his hold, securing you against him, your legs wrapping around his waist as he moves effortlessly through the water.

It should be ridiculous. Is ridiculous. You’re acting like teenagers at a pool party.

But you’re giggling, fingers idly playing with the ends of his hair, because there’s something so easy about this. About him.

“I feel like I’m in a lazy river,” you murmur, head dropping onto his shoulder as he floats you both around.

Auston hums, his lips brushing your temple before he retrieves his joint from behind his ear and takes a slow pull. “You are,” he mumbles on the exhale. “I’m your personal lazy river guide, babe.”

You snort, smacking his shoulder as he laughs, sending ripples through the water. “That was awful.”

“That was stoned genius.”

You roll your eyes but take another lazy hit from your pen, settling against his chest as he continues to float you both in circles, his hand smoothing slow, absentminded lines over your back.

After a long moment, he murmurs, “You know what’s crazy?”

You tilt your head up. “What?”

His brows furrow slightly, and he presses his lips together, like he’s thinking so hard. And then—

“I really love you,” he says, voice thick with sincerity. “Like. A lot.”

Your heart flutters, and suddenly, the high feels softer, warmer.

“I would hope so,” you tease, booping his nose. “You married me.”

Auston grins, ducking his head like he’s embarrassed but definitely isn’t. “Yeah,” he says, brushing his nose against yours. “Best thing I ever did.”

You melt completely, fingers curling into his hair as he presses a lazy, dazed kiss to your lips.

God, you love him.

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The Starting Lineup - Auston Matthews

So this is just a little thing because I saw an Auston interview where he said he wants to be a coach for his future little girl’s team… and my mind immediately went there. 🥺 My hormones can’t handle it.

Big, tough Auston Matthews holding his tiny baby girl for the first time? Dreaming about coaching her future team? Being the softest, most loving dad?? Yeah. I had to write this! Enjoy the fluff.:)

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The hospital room was quiet, the soft hum of the machines the only sound besides the steady rhythm of your breath. You lay in the bed, exhausted yet filled with a warmth you’d never experienced before. And there, cradled gently in your husband’s arms, was the tiny miracle you’d both waited for—the beautiful little girl you’d been dreaming of.

Clara.

Auston sat in a chair beside your bed, his huge, strong frame looking almost comical as he held her in his arms. The contrast between him—a thick, powerful hockey player—and the tiny, delicate baby against his chest was striking. Clara looked so small, her little hands curled into fists, her face scrunched up in sleep, safe and warm against her daddy’s bare skin.

"She’s so tiny," Auston whispered, his voice full of awe. He looked down at her with so much tenderness it nearly took your breath away. "I can’t believe she’s ours."

Your heart swelled as you watched him, this man who had always been so strong, so confident, now completely captivated by the tiny person in his arms.

"You’re doing great," you said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of dark hair from his forehead. "She’s already got you wrapped around her little finger."

Auston let out a soft chuckle, but he didn’t even try to deny it. "Yeah… yeah, she does." His voice was thick with emotion.

Then, a new kind of determination sparked in his eyes. "You know," he started, still gazing down at Clara, "I think we need to start a Leafs girls' team."

You raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? And let me guess—you’re going to be the coach?"

Auston smirked. "Damn right, I am. I’ll make sure Clara has a spot on the roster. We’ll start training as soon as she can walk. Maybe even sooner."

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "You are so serious about this, aren’t you?"

Auston looked up at you then, his expression nothing but love and certainty. "Of course, I am. She’s a Matthews. She’s meant to be a Maple Leaf."

You grinned, leaning back against the pillows. "So let me get this straight. You’re going to create a whole Leafs girls' program just so Clara can play for Toronto someday?"

He nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Exactly. Think about it—Clara Matthews, future Leafs star. I’ll coach her when she’s little, get her skating, teach her everything I know. And then, when she makes it to the pros, I’ll be right there, front row, cheering her on."

You reached out and gently poked at his bicep. "You’re so dramatic."

Auston grinned, shifting Clara slightly so she could rest even closer against him. "Maybe. But I’m serious. I want to be the best dad for her. I want to be there for every moment, every milestone. And if she wants to play hockey, I’ll make sure she has every opportunity." He paused, his voice turning softer. "I just want her to have everything."

Your heart melted right then and there. This was the same Auston who poured everything he had into the game he loved—the same Auston who led his team, took every hit, and fought for every win. But here, holding Clara, he was softer than you had ever seen him.

"You already give her everything," you whispered, reaching for his free hand and squeezing it gently. "She doesn’t need to be a hockey player for that. She just needs you."

Auston’s gaze locked with yours, his expression filled with love so deep it made your breath hitch. "She has me," he promised, squeezing your hand back. "She has both of us. Always."

You smiled, warmth spreading through your chest. "Well, if she does end up playing hockey, she’s going to have the most intense coach ever."

Auston chuckled, looking back down at Clara, who had started making the tiniest sleepy noises. "That’s right. No skipping practice, no slacking. Gotta be tough out there, baby girl."

You rolled your eyes. "She’s literally a few hours old, Auston. Give her a break."

He grinned, pressing the softest kiss to Clara’s forehead. "Fine. But as soon as she can walk, we’re getting her on skates."

You sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling in your chest. "You’re impossible."

Auston looked up at you again, his expression turning serious. "No, I’m just really, really thankful." His voice was full of sincerity. "For you. For her. For this family we made."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you leaned over to kiss his temple. "I love you, Auston."

He smiled, his gaze full of love. "I love you more."

You sighed happily, watching as Auston cradled Clara against his chest, completely lost in the moment. His fingers traced gentle circles on her tiny back, his touch so soft it made your heart ache.

"You know…" Auston started, his voice quiet but laced with something mischievous. "I think she needs a little brother. Or maybe a sister. A whole little team, actually."

Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. "Excuse me? Matthews, I just gave birth hours ago, and you’re already planning a starting lineup?"

Auston grinned, completely unbothered. "I mean… yeah," he admitted shamelessly, brushing his fingers against Clara’s chubby cheek. "Imagine it—Clara leading the offense, little Auston Jr. holding down the blue line, maybe another one in net—"

"Auston!" you gasped, swatting at his arm. "Are you insane? I’m 31, Matty. I can’t just pop out a whole hockey roster. I’m old."

He laughed, shaking his head as he leaned down to press another kiss to Clara’s soft skin. "First of all, you’re not old. You’re just older. And second of all…" He looked up at you with a teasing smirk. "You’d make a perfect MILF."

You groaned, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. "You are terrible."

Auston chuckled, still staring at Clara like she held the entire world in her tiny hands. "I’m just saying… we make reallycute kids. It’d be a shame to stop at one."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the fond smile creeping onto your lips. "Let’s just get through this one first, Coach Matthews—then maybe we’ll revisit the topic next year."

Auston smirked. "Fine. But I am drafting for Team Matthews soon, just so you know."

You exhaled a tired but love-filled sigh, sinking back into the pillows. "Unbelievable."

Auston just grinned, holding Clara even closer. "Nah. Just really grateful."

And as much as you teased him, as much as you couldn’t help but laugh at his over-the-top ideas, the truth settled deep in your chest.

In that moment, watching your husband—this massive, strong hockey player—hold your daughter like she was the most fragile thing in the world, you realized something.

Auston Matthews might be known for his power on the ice, but the way he was with Clara? Soft, loving, completely in awe of this tiny human you’d made together.

It was the most perfect thing you'd ever seen, and you knew, no matter how many kids, no matter the chaos ahead, that this—right here—was everything you could ever need.

You leaned back into your pillows, your heart fuller than you thought possible. "You really are perfect, Matty," you whispered.

He glanced up at you, his eyes full of love, and for a moment, it was just the three of you. You, him, and your little girl.

And you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person alive.

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I always think about the time I saw a woman on tiktok say “marrying a professional athlete is all fun and games until you’re carrying one of their giant babies”. And it made me think of being pretty uncomfortable in the third trimester especially being under 162 cm. This could be with any player that’s like over 182 cm.

i am painfully average (168cm) so cannot relate but this is silly to me so why not

you’re sprawled on the couch, your belly towering over the rest of you like some kind of life-sized monument to third-trimester misery. every inch of you feels heavy, stretched, and achy, and the baby—a solid contender for the world’s largest human, no doubt—seems to be practicing slapshots against your ribs. again.

auston comes into the room quietly, ducking his head slightly out of instinct even though the ceilings are more than high enough to accommodate his 6’3 frame. in his hands, he’s carrying a glass of water and a snack plate—a meticulous arrangement of crackers, cheese cubes, and strawberries.

“hey,” he murmurs, settling the plate on the coffee table before kneeling down in front of you, his huge hands coming to rest gently on your swollen feet. “how’s my girl doing?”

you groan, the sound more complaint than word, and press a hand to your stomach. “your son is trying to kill me, aus. pretty sure he just used my bladder as a trampoline.”

he winces in sympathy, his thumbs pressing soft, slow circles into your arches. “he’s gotta be built like a tank with how much room he’s taking up. poor baby.”

you arch a brow, and he has the decency to look sheepish. “i meant you, babe,” he clarifies quickly, his lips twitching with a small, apologetic smile. “you’re my poor baby.”

the teasing almost makes you laugh, but the weight of the day—and the baby—keeps the sound from escaping. “he’s definitely taking after you,” you grumble. “big, stubborn, and making his presence known.”

“stubborn?” auston repeats, mock-offended. “i’m not stubborn. i’m just—”

“—persistent,” you finish for him, mimicking the way he always spins it. his grin flashes wide and bright, softening his sharp features, and he leans forward to kiss your knee.

“yeah, well, persistence works for me,” he says, his voice dropping into something warm and low. “it got me you, didn’t it?”

you roll your eyes, but the truth in his words—and the way his dark, steady eyes meet yours—makes your chest ache in the best way. “you’re lucky i love you,” you mutter, leaning back into the couch cushions as he keeps working over your feet, his big hands effortlessly soothing the ache that’s been nagging at you all day.

he snorts, pressing another kiss to your shin before moving to your ankles. “lucky doesn’t even cover it,” he murmurs, his tone soft.

a moment passes, quiet except for the sound of his hands on your skin and the occasional muffled groan from you as the baby shifts positions. after a while, auston reaches up, resting one of those massive hands over your belly. his palm practically spans the whole thing, his fingers curling protectively around the side.

“hey, little guy,” he says softly, his voice dropping into that soft, quiet tone he only ever uses when he’s talking to the baby. “take it easy on your mom, okay? she’s been through enough today.”

the baby kicks almost immediately, and auston laughs, low and warm, like the defiant little jab is somehow proof that their bond is already solid. “yeah, i figured you’d say that,” he mutters, shaking his head but smiling like he couldn’t be prouder.

you groan again, more exasperated this time. “great, you’re already conspiring with him.”

“just bonding,” auston counters, grinning at you. “he’s my mini-me, remember?”

“god help us both,” you reply dryly, but even as you say it, you reach down to cover his hand with yours, holding him there. for all the discomfort, for all the sleepless nights and aching limbs, there’s something about the way he looks at you—and the life you’re building together—that makes it all feel worth it.

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Lazy morning

saw this gif and the brain wouldn't shut up

The soft morning light filters through the blinds, casting warm stripes across the bed as you shift under the cozy weight of Auston’s arm draped over you. Even in sleep, his hold is instinctively tight, keeping you close. You stretch a little, starting to roll away, but his arm only tightens, and he lets out a quiet, drowsy murmur, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he mumbles, his voice gravelly from sleep as he presses a sleepy kiss just below your ear.

You laugh softly, trying to turn, but he pulls you right back, practically cocooning you with his limbs. “Nowhere, I guess,” you say, letting out a happy sigh as you melt into him.

“Good,” he murmurs, brushing his lips along your shoulder before placing a line of lazy kisses up to your jaw. "Nowhere is exactly where you’re supposed to be today."

You turn slightly to look at him, and he’s watching you with that sleepy, satisfied expression that always makes your heart flip. His hands find your face, pulling you in for a deep, lingering kiss that’s warm and sweet, his lips lingering on yours just a little longer each time. “Just wanna stay here with you,” he whispers between kisses, sounding like he’d never let go if he didn’t have to.

The morning ticks by in a perfect, cozy blur—Auston trailing lazy kisses wherever he can reach, hands skimming gently up and down your arms, his thumb tracing small circles along your skin. And every time you try to move, he pulls you back just a little closer, burying his face in your hair, murmuring, "Stay here… Just a little longer."

The world outside can wait. For now, it's just the two of you, wrapped up in warmth and the soft, unhurried peace of a Sunday morning with nowhere else to be but in each other’s arms.

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He Sure As Hell Ain't

the song

And I ain't sayin' he's a bad guy, all I know is that guy Must've up and lost his mind tonight

'Cause you're down to the ice in that drink He didn't buy, I'm here and he's MIA That ain't no kinda love, I ain't sayin' I'm the one I'm just sayin' he sure as hell ain't

Auston had been leaning at the bar for a while, casually observing the crowd in between sips of his drink. He wasn’t usually one to watch strangers, but his gaze kept circling back to her. She looked stunning, sitting alone at the corner table, her back straight, eyes glancing now and then toward the door. She was clearly waiting for someone—and had been for too long.

Auston couldn’t help but frown. She kept checking her phone, hope slowly giving way to disappointment each time she realized there were still no new messages. Her fingers traced circles on the rim of her glass, now just filled with watery ice from her once-full drink. It was obvious she’d been stood up, and Auston’s jaw clenched every time he noticed her eyes flit up to the door only to drop back down again, each look a little less hopeful. She deserved better than that; anyone could see it.

He tried to shake it off, tried to remind himself it was none of his business. But the song playing in the background kept drawing him back, the lyrics echoing his own thoughts:

"I ain't sayin' he's a bad guy, all I know is that guy Must've up and lost his mind tonight."

Watching her sit there alone, looking so out of place waiting on someone who didn’t value her enough to show up, bugged him. It bugged him in a way he couldn’t ignore. If she were his date, he wouldn’t have kept her waiting alone, and he definitely wouldn’t have left her wondering if he was ever going to show. There was something so frustratingly wrong about seeing her treated like that, as if she were nothing.

After what seemed like forever, Auston saw her let out a sigh, giving up on her drink and pushing it aside. That’s when he made up his mind. He wasn’t the kind to interfere, but he couldn’t just leave her sitting there alone, looking like the night had let her down.

He set down his own drink, took a breath, and walked over to her table, gently clearing his throat to get her attention.

She looked up, surprise flashing in her eyes, and he offered a small, disarming smile.

“Hey,” he said, nodding toward the empty seat across from her. “Mind if I join you?”

Her initial surprise melted into something softer, and after a second, she gestured toward the seat. “Please. I could use some company.”

He sat down, and up close, he could see just how pretty her eyes were, though there was a trace of sadness lingering in them. “I couldn’t help but notice,” he said gently, testing the waters, “looks like you were supposed to meet someone tonight?”

She sighed, a hint of frustration crossing her face as she glanced at the ice in her glass. “Yeah. But it seems like he decided to skip out. He didn’t even text.”

Auston felt his frustration grow even stronger. This guy didn’t just stand her up; he hadn’t even had the decency to tell her. Unbelievable. He shook his head with a rueful smile. “I’m not saying I’m perfect, but… no one should leave someone like you waiting around like that. Not saying I’m the one, but I know he sure as hell ain't.”

A genuine smile started to lift the corners of her mouth, the tension in her shoulders easing a little. “Thank you,” she said, a little laugh escaping her as she seemed to let go of the disappointment. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or embarrassed that a stranger had to step in.”

“Trust me, it’s his loss,” Auston said with a laugh, signaling to the bartender for another drink for her. “If I were that guy, I wouldn’t have kept you waiting.”

The bartender placed the drink in front of her, and she raised it with a shy, grateful smile. “Cheers to meeting better people at the bar, then?”

“Cheers,” he replied, clinking his glass against hers.

They spent the next hour talking, her laughter gradually filling the space around them, the disappointment she’d felt replaced with something warmer and brighter. Auston found himself wanting to hear everything about her—her favorite things, her pet peeves, and the little details that would’ve been wasted on a guy who hadn’t even shown up.

As the night went on, she laughed more freely, and he found himself leaning closer, the sounds of the bar fading into the background. He didn’t know what the future held, but he did know one thing—he wasn’t leaving her hanging.

Yeah, I bet he's got a real good excuse But right now, I wouldn't wanna be in his boots I'm lookin' at what he's got to lose Sittin' all alone tonight