Title: Thanks for Being Here
Author’s Note: It’s short and sweet. I believe one of the requests was for a previous game, but I didn’t
get to it in a timely manner and I wanted to make sure I got this one
out before too much time had passed. I also posted a Jordie Benn imagine
tonight. Max Domi is up tomorrow, and it might be my favorite imagine
Word Count: 1,403
Your eyes instinctively fell closed, your heart sinking into your stomach. Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes, skimming the sea of disappointed fans all around you; finally settling on Auston. Standing by the bench, his hands were resting on the top of his stick, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as the Capitals celebrated at the other end of the ice.
You had managed to make it to all of his home games during the playoffs; carefully planning your schedule and reworking your obligations back home, making the 5-hour drive from Michigan each game. The two of you had met when he was playing with the National Development Team and both of you worked hard to maintain your relationship over the past few years, despite the distance. For all the doubt there had been surrounding the Leafs at the beginning of the season, you couldn’t be happier for Auston and how far the Leafs had come, but it was still disappointing to see the boys lose.
You heard Ema sigh as her arm wrapped around your shoulders, giving you a squeeze; the two of you sporting matching frowns. Your eyes followed Auston as he made his way through the handshake line, then to center ice as the team saluted the crowd, his shoulders slumped. You and Auston’s family headed to the lower level of the arena to wait for him. Your phone buzzed moments later, slipping it out of your pocket you saw a text from Auston.
Auston: I’ll meet you back at my place? More media stuff to do than usual.
(Y/N): Okay. I love you.
Auston: Love you.
As you went to put your phone back in your pocket, you noticed Ema was quickly typing a message out on hers. Glancing up at you, she gave you a quick smile.
“I guess we’re all getting the same message?” she asked. “We’re supposed to leave and he’ll talk to us later?
“Yep, that’s the same one I got.” you sighed, just wishing you were able to give Auston a hug.
“Brian and I are taking the girls out for a late dinner. Do you want to join us?” she asked.
“I appreciate the offer but would you mind just dropping me off at Auston’s on your way?” you questioned. “I should be there when he gets back.”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
The short drive to Auston’s from the ACC felt like an eternity. You waved goodbye to his family, watching as the car drove away. Walking slowly into the building, you thanked the doorman as he held the door, making your way to the elevator, and stepping into Auston’s condo a few minutes later. You changed into your pajamas and made a cup of tea before settling the love seat on the balcony, overlooking the bright lights of the Toronto skyline, the cool spring air felt nice on your skin.
You were lost in thought a while later when the glass door slid open, Auston stepping out onto the balcony, having already changed out of his suit and into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
“Hey.” he mumbled, forcing a quick smile on his face before it fell, sliding the door closed behind him. “I was looking for you for like, 5 minutes. I thought my parents took you out to eat with them.” he said, walking over to you, taking a seat beside you.
“They offered, but I wanted to be here when you got home.” you said, setting your mug on the low table in front of you.
You leaned back, Auston crossing his arms in front of him before resting his head against the wall, his eyelids fluttering shut. You sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to Auston’s steady breathing. You knew he was upset about the loss, and you didn’t want to pressure him to talk about it. You scooted closer to him, his arm instantly draping around your shoulders, you cuddled into his side, his arm pulling you closer.
“I’m sorry.” he breathed, finally opening his eyes, turning his head to look down at you after a few moments. “I can’t believe you drove hours to see… that.”
“Auston, you have nothing to be sorry for.” you said, your hand resting on his chest. He looked down at you, unconvinced. “I would drive that distance to see you lose every game of the season if it meant I got to spend more time with you.”
A smiled tugged briefly at the corners of his mouth before settling into a straight line. “You’re too good to me, you know that?” he said, shaking his head sadly.
“I know this whole season has been hard on you, you’ve been more stressed than I’ve ever seen you. Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked earnestly, looking for any way to soothe your boyfriend’s worries.
“You being here is more than enough.” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I didn’t want to lose, I’d give almost anything to still be playing, but you know, I’m just exhausted. Just sitting here with you and not having to think about opponents, systems, scoring…. It’s just what I need.” he admitted.
“Do you want to talk about the game?” you prompted.
“No.” he said flatly. “Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe never. Right now, there’s just so much shit going on in my head. I don’t even know if I was making sense to the media.” he sighed. “And then tomorrow is just another day of interviews where I’ll get to keep talking about it.” he frowned.
“Can I tell you one thing?”
“Sure.” Auston replied, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off of your face.
“I’m so proud of you, Aus. You’ve been working so hard for so long and I’m glad it’s paying off. I’m just so happy for you and I’m really proud of you.” you said.
Auston smiled the first genuine smiled he had all night. You tilted your head, your lips meeting his with a matching smile.
“Thank you for being here.”
“I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” you said, running a hand through his hair, pulling his lips back to yours.
“You mean that?” he questioned as he pulled back.
“Of course, I do.” He nodded, turning to lay on his back, resting his head on your lap, his long legs draped over the armrest. Your fingers tangled into his dark locks, massaging his scalp. He relaxed into your touch, looking up at you through his long lashes. He studied your face, thinking. You raised your eyebrow, but he gave you no hints as to what he was thinking.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Matthews?” you laughed after a moment. He reached up, pulling one of your hands away from his head, holding it in his own over his heart.
“I know you have a lot going on at home and I’ll be heading back to Arizona in a few days. But… maybe next season you’d want to be here in Toronto with me… permanently.” You saw insecurity in his eyes, unsure of what your answer would be.
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” you smiled, your heart almost beating out of your chest.
“Yeah. I am. Then you wouldn’t have to spend so much time driving. If you wanted, I’m sure you could get a work visa; you wouldn’t have to if you didn’t want to though. I know it’s a lot to think about, but then you’d be around after all my games. And I think you’ll find I’m a lot more fun after wins. I just think—“ he babbled nervously.
You leaned down, your lips finding his to shut him up.
“That means you’ll think about it?” he asked when you leaned back a few moments later.
“Yeah. I’ll think about it.” you agreed. “I already have an answer, so make sure to give me a heads up if you change your mind.”
“I won’t.” he smiled. A shiver ran through him, goose bumps rising on his skin. “It’s cold, babe. Can we go to bed?”
“Of course, babe.” you replied as Auston sat up. “You need sleep.”
“And I need you to cuddle with me.” he said, a playful pout spreading across his lips.
“There’s nothing I’d rather do.”
HockeyWritingCollective Masterlist (X)
Request: Hey I absolutely love
your imagines, can you do one where Y/N is comforting Auston Matthews about the
most recent OT loss and just the overall stress of the playoffs. Like super
fluffy and cuddly pleasee
I THINK I MADE THE CUTOFF UNLESS IM TOTALLY OUT OF IT, if
that is the case go on with your wonderful selves and ignore this! But can I
request an Auston Matthews imagine where you live in the U.S. (Michigan maybe?)
And make it up to his last game of the playoffs and comfort him after?
(Also,sorry if this has been requested!)