Mom - Auston Matthews
Requested by anon: Hello!! I love your writing!! Do you kind writing a Auston Matthews imagine where he introduces the reader to his family and his mom doesn’t like the reader so she has to try to win her over?? Hopefully that makes sense!!! Thanks so much!!!
A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long, I’m awful. I hope you like it!
Word count: 1432
Warnings: None. I think. I mean, momma Matthews is mad.
“Oh my god (y/n), stop cleaning,” Auston whines from his spot on the couch. “You are going to wear out the floors if you keep vacuuming.”
I grunt, hitting his feet with the nozzle until he gives in and puts his feet up on the table that I have just wiped.
“Auston, put your feet down!” I scold him and he rolls his eyes, putting his feet on the floor after I’ve vacuumed under them.
“I don’t understand why are freaking out. It’s my family, not the Queen of England.” He says, looking down at his phone.
Yeah, it is easy for him to say, but I’m about to have a mental breakdown. I’ve been dating Auston for five months now and it’s been great so far,ut when he told me that his family is coming to visit from Arizona I got into full crazy mode. I’ve cleaned his house at least ten times in the last three days, bought fresh flowers, changed all the sheets and made beds for everyone, got snacks and food for everybody… And I’m more anxious by the minute.
“I don’t have to impress the Queen of England.” I mutter, dusting the top of the TV again.
“They are going to love you, (y/n).” Auston says, getting on his feet and wrapping his arms around my waist while I straighten a pile of pucks that are sitting on the TV stand.
“I hope so.”
I look at the mirror one last time, looking for flaws on my outfit. Auston and I decided that it would be best for me to meet his parents and sisters at dinner so he could spend time with them first. We are going to Auston’s favorite steak house. I decided that a pair of jeans, a nice blouse and booties would be an okay outfit, it was simple and it didn’t scream I tried too hard.
“C’mon (y/n), you can do this.” I cheer at my reflection, grabbing my keys from the small hooks on the wall and stepping out my small apartment.
The steak house isn’t far away from my place, so I decide to walk there. It only takes me ten minutes to get there and I’m five minutes early… that’s good, right? I’m early… I didn’t make them wait… I’m so worried about causing a good impression that I don’t even realize that they are here until Auston touches my arm.
“(y/n).” My name rolls in his mouth, waking me up from my trance. “(y/n), these are sisters, Alexandria and Breyana, and my mom and dad, Ema and Brian.”
I smile, extending my hand to shake everyone’s hands, but Breyana walks up to me and hugs me leaving me speechless for a second.
“It’s so nice to meet you, (y/n). “ She says, rubbing my back with her hands. “Auston doesn’t stop talking about you.”
I feel like I’m blushing and I give everyone a shy smile, earning smiles from everyone but Ema.
“Let’s get inside.” Ema’s accent is thick, but it is easy to understand.
I sit between Breyana and Auston, Ema in front of me. We order our drinks and Auston and I give them time to choose what they want from the menu; Auston and I already know what we want. I can’t help it but to smile when Brian orders for Ema so she doesn’t have to repeat herself if the waiter doesn’t understand her the first time around.
“So (y/n), what do you do for living?” Brian asks, taking a sip of his beer.
“I’m a student.” I answer. “Sports management.”
I don’t realize that I’m nervous until Auston puts his hand on my leg to stop me from jerking it any longer. I look at him and he gives me a reassuring smile, squeezing my thigh softly.
“Oh, so you are planning on working with athletes! She could be your manager, Aus!” Alexandria says cheerily and I smile, shaking my head.
“Auston doesn’t need a new manager.” Ema’s voice is sharp; she almost sounds mad.
I look at her, trying to decipher if she is actually annoyed or not. She is looking straight at me, a frown visible on his face.
“I actually want to work with teams, not athletes.” I say, nervously playing with my rings.
“I’m sure that Auston could help you get into the Maple Leafs team.” Brian comments and Ema’s frown deepens.
I’m sitting next to Ema watching the game. Auston has got tickets for all of us, even thought I told him that it wasn’t necessary, that I could get my own ticket. To be honest, I don’t want to be here; I can feel Ema’s discontent with me from a thousand miles away. I’ve tried to make her like me… not even like me, tolerate me, for the last three days and nothing has worked.
The game is tied to one with only two minutes left on the clock. I try to focus on the game, but I’m too busy trying to be as invisible as possible, answering Brian, Breyana and Alexandria’s questions with the smallest amount of words as I possibl can so I don’t say anything that can upset Ema any further. I’m so focus on barely breathing that I don’t even realize that Auston has scored until everyone have jumped off their seats. I get on my feet and applaud, trying to ignore Ema’s disappointed look.
“I’m going to bed.” Auston says, getting up from the couch where he is sitting and kissing my temple. “You staying?”
“No, I should leave.” I say, shaking my head and he frowns but doesn’t say anything else.
“Good night, everyone.” He kisses his mom and sisters good night and walks to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Before I can get up and leave Breyana, Alexandria and Brian excuse themselves as well and go to their rooms, leaving me alone with Ema. I sit there, trying to figure out what to say or do.
“I think that you should go.” Ema says. “For good.”
“For good?” I wonder, feeling sick on my stomach.
“Yes, before you hurt my son.” Her answer stinks deep inside my soul.
“I would never hurt your son on purpose.” I defend myself, getting on my feet. “I love your son.”
“You love his money, his fame and his contacts.” Ema’s accent is even thicker when she is mad and I feel even sicker than before.
“I have never asked him for anything, Ema. Neither do I want him to find me a job.” I say, rising up my voice. “We met on the coffee shop I work on. He kept coming and coming and coming, asking for a large Americano and my number and he didn’t stop until I agreed to give him my number and go on a date with him. Yes, I knew who he was, if I would have wanted to take advantage of him I would have agreed to go on a date the first time he asked.”
Ema and I stare at each other for what it seems like years, trying to read each other’s expressions. It doesn’t seem like Ema has anything else to say, so I grab my coat from the back on the chair it is on and walk towards the front door when I hear her.
“(y/n)… you should stay.” She says and I turn around. “I’m making churros for breakfast.”
I look at her again, but she seems sincere so I nod and hang my coat on the entry’s closet and take my boots off, leaving them on the shoe rack.
“Good night, Ema.” I whisper, realizing that I’ve been yelling all the time.
“Buenas noches, mija.” She answers, giving me a shy smile.
I open Auston’s door and step in, shutting it behind me and leaning on it.
“Come here, baby.” Auston says from the bed, patting the spot next to him. “My mom is scary when she is mad.”
“No kidding.” I say, taking my jeans off and getting in bed besides him.
“Make your banana pancakes for her tomorrow and she will fall in love with you.” He tells me, wrapping his arms around my body.
“That’s how I made you fell in love with me?” I wonder, laughing softly.
“Pretty much.” He jokes and I hit his chest. “I love you, (y/n). And my mom will love you too, just give her a little time to stop being overprotective over his baby boy.”
“She won me over when she said churros, to be honest.”