Midnight drive - Mitch Marner
Requested by anon: Hey! Could you write an imagine with Marner about driving around in the summer just listening and singing along to country music and it’s super cute? :)
A/N: I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I’M AWFUL AND I HOPE YOU CAN FORGIVE ME. I also hope you like it.
Word count: 1316
Warnings: none none none.
“This movie is so boring.” I huff, getting another handful of popcorn in my mouth. Some of the popcorn don’t make it inside of my mouth and they get tangled on my hair.
“It isn’t that bad.” My boyfriend, Mitch Marner, says, picking the white pieces of popcorn and leaving them on the table.
Yes, you’ve heard it right, Mitch Marner the hockey player. He is kind of a celebrity around Toronto since he started playing for the Toronto Maple Leafs, but for me he is just Mitch, my boyfriend.
The season has been absolutely crazy, the Maple Leafs made it to playoffs and I went through my freshman year of college. But it’s summer time now and Mitch and I are spending some time together at last.
“But it is. It doesn’t make any sense at all.” I complain.
“Maybe we need to keep watching.” Mitch answers. He chose the movie and he knows that if you choose a bad movie you lose a turn next time.
“Well, tell me how it ends.” I say, getting up from the couch and walking to our shared room.
I hear Mitchy sigh and turning the TV off, his footsteps loud against the wooden floor of the apartment. I’m changing into a pair of shorts and a tank top.
“Where are you going?” Mitch asks, leaning on the doorframe.
“For a drive.” I just say. “I might go to that twenty-four hours pizza place next to the ACC.”
I’ve always loved midnight drives around town, nobody on the roads, windows down, listening to music. Mitch and I spent a lot of summer nights like that, when we didn’t have that many responsibilities and nearly that much money… well, Mitchy has more money now and I have way more debts, courtesy of college loans.
“We haven’t done that in a while.” He says, but he does as I’m doing and changes his t-shirt and putting shoes on. “Sounds like a plan.”
It takes us a couple minutes to change into more decent clothes, grab a couple bottles of water, wallets and car keys and get to the car. Yes, the car situation has also improved, from the old Chevrolet Impala Mitch used to drive to his brand new Ford truck.
“Music.” He requests as we leave the garage and he drives through the streets of Toronto.
I plug my phone to the auxiliary cord and look through my playlists on my phone. Mitch and I have always loved country music, growing up listening to Tim McGraw, Luke Bryan, Dolly Parton… So it is only fitting for us to listen to some old and new country music. And it is also fitting to start with a song that talks about midnight walks, ‘Leave the night’ on by Sam Hunt.
They roll the sidewalks in this town
All up after the sun goes down
“Good one.” He agrees.
And I ain’t anywhere close to tired
Your kiss has got me wired
I laugh when Mitch starts singing and swaying without getting his eyes off the road. I pull my window down and stick my hand out, moving it like it is a wave against the chill air of a Toronto summer night.
“WE’LL FIND A ROAD WITH NO NAME, LAY BACK IN THE SLOW LANE. THE SKY IS DROPPING JUPITER AROUND US LIKE SOME OLD TRAIN.” We both sing, screaming from the top of our lungs.
Mitch takes his right hand from the wheel and laces his fingers with mine, leaving our hands resting on my lap. The song keeps sounding and we keep singing until it finishes.
We don’t have to go
home, we can leave the night on
We can leave the night on
“Can I request a song, DJ?” He says and I nod. “ ‘Jolene’ by the Queen.”
Mitch always calls Dolly Parton ‘Queen’. I nod again and go through my playlist, looking for the song. It is the perfect song to scream and destroy.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
“PLEASE DON’T TAKE HIM JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN.” I sing and Mitch squeezes my hand.
“Nobody could take me away from you, baby.” Mitch assures me and I smile to the window.
“I wouldn’t let anyone take you from me.” I say to him, tracing patterns with my thumb on his hand.
A couple more songs play before we get to the pizza place, ‘Friday night’ by Eric Paslay and ‘Ready set roll’ by Chase Rice. Neither of us say anything else; we just hum to the music, deep in thought. I don’t know what Mitch is thinking, but he squeezes my hand from time to time, it is almost rhythmic.
Lucca’s pizza has been our new spot since the season started. It is really close to the ACC, where the Leafs play. We would go out for a late dinner there after every home game; sometimes just both of us, sometimes Auston came, sometimes Auston and Will came, sometimes the whole team came… It is open twenty-four hours a day and, to be honest, I don’t think they even close at Christmas.
Mitchy parks right by the door of the small place and puts the car on park, turning off the engine soon after.
“Let’s get something to eat.” He says, opening the door and stepping on the pavement.
The place isn’t crowded, it never is. Julia, Lucca’s daughter, says hi to us the moment we walk in. We don’t even need to order, she knows what we want. We sit on our table and Julia brings us our drinks, diet coke and ice tea.
“A penny for your thoughts.” I tell him, taking a sip of my coke.
“I was just thinking about how insane this year has been… We were driving around, listening to country music and now you are in college, I’m playing hockey…”
“You aren’t just playing hockey, dummy.” I say. “You are an NHL rookie star.”
“At the end of the day I’m just doing what I’ve always wanted… play hockey.” He states and I laugh, but I don’t say anything else.
Our pizza arrives soon after, a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and extra pepperoni, because Mitch is this extra at everything. We eat, talking about what we should do next week, whether we should go on vacation somewhere or go to the cabin my family has at the lake… Time flies when we are together, an hour goes by and before we know it we should get home. Mitch pays the bill, leaving a huge tip as always and we are soon getting in the car and driving away.
“Alrighty bad boy, we need a great last song and I’m gonna let you choose.” I say. “Make it a good one, babe. You’ve already lost your movie right for the next hundred years.”
“But (y/n)…” He catches the glare I send him, because he reconsiders. “Okay okay… ‘That’s my kind of night’ by Mr. Luke Bryan himself.”
“Do you realize that you are the one winding me up and taking me downtown, right?” I laugh and he slaps my shoulder softly.
“You know that I’d take you anywhere you’d like.”
“West Virginia, baby I don’t care?” I answer, using a line from ‘Anywhere with you’ by Jake Owen.
“Oh, now we are speaking country, huh.” He says and I laugh. “You are holy, holy, holy.” He quotes a line from ‘H.O.L.Y’ by Florida Georgia Line.
“Are you high on loving me?” I ask.
“You are the best thing that has ever be mine.” He stops on a red traffic light, singing me the chorus of ‘Mine’ by Taylor Swift, and I can’t help it but to grab him by the collar of his shirt and bring him to me, our lips crashing into a way-too-cliché kiss.