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After having a baby at 18, you haven’t been in the dating and party scene for a while. Well, that was until you met Auston again a few years. You had known Auston since you were kids, being friends up until he was drafted. After the draft, you both had drifted apart, not talking since he left for Buffalo. It was prom season and your sister asked if you could help her get ready for Prom while your friend, Alex, helped her little sister, Breyana. Of course, you said yes. You were going to hire a babysitter but Ema, who had helped you a lot through the pregnancy, said not to worry and that she would look after Finn while you did (Y/S/N)’s hair and makeup. When you arrived, you were shocked to see Auston answer the door.

“Uh hi?”

“Hey, Auston. I’m here to do (Y/S/N)’s hair and makeup for Prom,” You inform the hockey player, adjusting Finn on your hip.

“Hijo! Let (Y/N) in,” You hear Ema shout from somewhere in the house, most likely in the kitchen knowing Ema.

Auston stepped to the side, allowing you to enter the Matthew’s family home, “(Y/N)? You have a kid?”

Ema entered the foyer where you and Auston were awkwardly standing, “(Y/N) Darling, how are you?”

“I’m fine Ema,” You smile, bouncing baby Finn, “How are you?”

“I’m great,” Ema smiles, holding out her arms so she can look after Finn. “Let me look after this cutie while you go help the girls.”

You pass Ema Finn and give her his bag before kissing her cheek, “Thanks, Ema.”

She just ushers you off, up the stairs. You walked up the stairs, to the room where the three girls were preparing.

“(Y/N)!” Alex grins, hugging her close friend. “Let’s get started shall we?”

Breyana and (Y/S/N) sat down on their chairs, allowing yourself and Alex to start on their makeup. It took about an hour and a half for both you and Alex to finish the girls' makeup. Once they had that done, Bre and (Y/S/N) went to get their dresses on.

“We’ll head downstairs and wait for you,” Alex informs the two girls, pulling you downstairs to the living room where Ema, Brian and Auston were waiting.

When you entered the room, you say Auston holding Finn, bouncing your little boy on his knees. You couldn’t help smile at the sight. It was something that always bugged you in the back of your mind, Finn not having a father figure in his life.

“Is this okay?” Auston asked, whilst holding Finn.

“Nope,” Alex states, picking up Finn from her brother’s lap. “Time for some Aunty Alex time.”

You laugh at Alex’s words, taking a seat beside Auston. “How’s Toronto treating you?”

“It’s been amazing,” Auston smiles, nodding his head. “Who’s the father? Anyone, I know?”

The room went quiet at Auston’s question. How you got pregnant isn’t exactly something you liked to share with others. But Auston was a close friend. Yes, you haven’t talked for a while, but still close.

“I was uh… drugged and raped at a party,” You admit to Auston, looking over at Alex holding Finn. “He got charged for it last month. Won’t be getting out anytime soon hopefully.”

Auston went silent before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, rubbing your arm trying to comfort you. You laid your head on his shoulder, just soaking in his presence. “I’m here if you need me. Just call me, even when I’m back in Toronto.”

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You held Finn on your hip as Auston grabbed his hockey bag from the car. It was the Winter Classic family skate today and Auston wanted you and Finn to come with him so he had some family there.

“You excited buddy?” Auston asks Finn, taking him from your arms.

Finn nods excitedly, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

You had been dating Auston since the end of the Summer last year, the year you both reunited at the Matthew’s Arizona family home. You follow Auston into the Leaf’s change room where players and family were wandering in and out of the change rooms. Auston indicated for you to sit down in his stall, allowing him to tie your skates.

“Can he skate this year?” Auston pleads.

Auston had pleaded last year for him to get Finn into some skates and get him on the ice but then you said no because you thought he was too young. Auston had settled for being able to carry the baby around as he skated around with his teammates. But this year, you decided that Auston could finally take Finn out to skate.

“Yeah, you can teach him how to skate.”

Auston was ecstatic about finally being able to teach Finn how to skate. He and Finn were jumping around together, excited about skating together. Once you all had put on more layers of clothes to battle the cold and Auston had tied Finn’s skates, the three of you made your way out onto the ice rink.

“(Y/N)!” You hear Mitch shout from his spot on the ice with Steph and Willy.

Steph immediately skates towards you, Auston and Finn who was placed down on the ice. Steph, Lexi and you stand to watch the boys teaching Finn how to skate.

“Finn, buddy, come here!”

You watch as Finn takes a few steps over to Auston who laughs and held Finn's hands. “You can’t step buddy. You have to glide. Like this.”

Watching Auston with Finn, always made you fall more in love with Auston. You were surprised when Auston asked you on a date. You hadn’t gone on a date for months and you were told by your loving parents (Note the sarcasm) no-one loved a kid who wasn’t theirs. But Auston was the love of your life and the best father figured for Finn that could ever come along.

“Daddy! Stop!” You here Finn shout, making you freeze.

You and Auston looked at each other, shocked that Finn had called Auston daddy. But you smiled lightly, happy that Finn thought Auston was his father. When he was older you would tell him the truth but you wanted him to have the best possible life.

“Not going to happen kiddo,” Auston grins, pulling Finn along a bit faster.

Steph smiles, nudging her best friend, “Go join the two.”

You grinned, skating over to where your boyfriend and son were skating together. Auston smiled, letting go of one of Finn’s hands, allowing you to grab her son’s hand. The couple skated with their child between them. Finn went to fall but Auston quickly scooped him up into his arms. Once Finn was secure in Auston’s arms, Auston wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“I love you guys,” Auston mumbles, kissing your forehead then one to Finn.

“I love you too Daddy,” Finn grins, wrapping his small arms around Auston’s neck.

Your coach had booked the Amalie Arena rink for you to practise your routine for the upcoming world championships that were days away. But you had to wait for the All-Star teams to finish their practice before you could practise your routine. That why you were currently sitting in the stands, behind two rowdy boys as you waited for the Atlantic Team to finish. When the team started to exit the rink, your coach signalled for you to come down to the bench. You picked up your bag and went to head down the stairs where you came face to face with those two boys.

“Excuse me,” You mumbles as you brush past the two boys, not even looking at who they were.

“Can we do a full dress?” Your coach asked as you finished your warm-up routine.

You nod, grabbing your bag and changing in the tunnel before slipping on your skates again. Pulling on the gloves and doing your hair, you step onto the ice, making sure everything was perfect. Once in the starting position, you signal for the music to be started. 

The music floated through the arena as the boys went to exit. All of the boys stopped, listening to the enchanting music that was playing.

“What’s that?” Mitch asks, glancing at Auston and Jake.

“Let’s check it out,” Stamkos shrugs, leading the team and others to the stands.

When the team got to the stands, they observed a girl in a red costume, dancing around the ice.

“Is that (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” Mitch questions, as she skated past their side of the rink.

“As in the Canadian Olympic Ice Skater?”

Mitch nods, staring at the girl elegantly skating around the rink.

You grin as you finished the routine, happy with how the routine went. Turning to the bench, you see your coach had disappeared so you walked to the bench and grab your water bottle, skating a lap while sipping water. You hear a gate open and some voices so you turn to see Mitch Marner, A Toronto Leafs Player, getting pushed onto the ice by two of his teammates, Matthews and Gardiner. You laugh and skate over to the group. Before you reached Mitch who was struggling to stand on the ice, Matthews and Gardiner have raced back up the stairs where the rest of the Atlantic team were standing.

“Hi,” You laugh as Mitch fall on the ice, “Need help there?”

Mitch blushed bright red as his celebrity crush was standing in front of him while he embarrassed himself, “Uh, please?”

You smile and offer Mitch your hand as you help him stand. Mitch blushed as he heard some laughs come from the team.

“You are really good. That routine was amazing. I watched you get gold at the Olympics. You deserved it, the routine was mind-blowing. Why are you down here in Florida though? Don’t you also train at ACC?” Mitch rambles embarrassingly, using his hands as well.

You couldn’t help but grin at the boy, “Thanks, I’m here the world championships. It's in a few days and I needed to practise on this ice.”

Mitch blushes more, “I’m sorry about my rambling.”

“It’s fine, I think it’s cute.”

Mitch shuffles around, avoiding falling again, “Look, I… You... Um… Can… Would you like to… um… go on a date… with me?”

You blush, not expecting him to ask you out.

“You don’t have to… I just thought… Never mind…” Mitch sighs and turns, trying to get back to the team so they could leave and save himself the embarrassment.

You giggle and grab his arm, “I would love to, can it wait till we are both back in Toronto though?”

He was a bit shocked but Mitch grinned, “Of course, we’d just have to find the time.”

The girl skated over to the bench for a minute, leaving Mitch standing on by himself on the ice. The boy turned and looked up at the team who were all grinned and nudging each other. Matthews and Gardiner grinned and gave Mitch thumbs up. 

You returned and handed Mitch a piece of paper, kissing his cheek, “Text me.”

“(Y/L/N)! Get back to practice and stop flirting with Marner!”

It was your turn to blush as your coach yelled your name. You waved goodbye to Mitch who exited the ice. 

“I’ll call you,” He shouts as you skate-off.

As you stood in the middle of the ice, ready to practise again, you heard the team of boys all shouting and yelling at the boy who had just scored himself a date. You shook your head, feeling sorry for all the teasing he would receive from his friends.

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Your family had hosted more than a few hockey players in your lifetime. The first draft you and your family attended was the draft of Jonathan Douin in 2013 who you had been hosting for two seasons. The same year we went to the draft, we had another player come stay with us in Halifax, Timo Meier. When he was drafted in 2015, you and your family were there, supporting the boy who had become family to you. You went a season without having a player in your house, which you thought felt weird as you had become used to having players in your house, attending games every season. So to keep yourself occupied, you often found yourself going to Mooseheads’ home games with your brother, (Y/B/N). 

When you got home one night from having dinner with friends at Tim Hortons, your parents had some news about another player coming to live with you. Apparently, he was excellent, and only a year older than you. All your parents told you was that his name was Nico Hischier.

Another week went by setting up the spare room you had, making sure it was suitable for another person to live in. You knew the boy was coming next week, so you were excited to see who it was. 

“(Y/N)! Come on, we have to go to the airport.”

You and (Y/B/N) ran down the stairs, jumping in the car, ready to head to the airport to pick up the new family member. The whole family were excited about having another person in the house. Yourself and (Y/B/N) had made a sign to welcome him to your family. The four of you waited outside of the arrivals section of the airport. (Y/B/N) and you were holding up the sign with Nico’s name in it. When you finally saw a boy around your age walk out with a hockey bag over his shoulder.

(Y/B/N) nudged your shoulder as he walked over to us. “20 dollars you date him.”

You just laughed at your brother. “10 I don’t.”

“You think he’s cute!” You brother hisses, realising you bet less money than he did.

You shrug, smiling at the boy who stood in front of you. Your parents welcomed him to the family before introducing the two of you.

“This is our daughter (Y/N), she’s the grade below you while (Y/B/N) is in the grade below her.”

You smile at the boy as he smiles at the pair of you holding the sign. “Welcome to Halifax Nico.”

You sat at on a bench, wearing a Hischier Halifax Moosehead Jersey. (Y/F/N) beside you, as you both sat with your family, watching as Nico skated around the rink, warming up with the first game of the season.

“So,” (Y/F/N) whisper, leaning on your shoulder, “Are you and Nico dating yet?”

You laughed at your friend’s question, “It’s been a month!”

(Y/F/N) gave me an incredulous look, “Please! I’ve seen the looks between you two.”

You blushed as you shoved (Y/F/N) just as Nico skated past, waving at you. You grin, waving back at the boy.

“20 dollars (Y/N), remember that,” (Y/B/N) reminds, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

You turn around and swat at your brother’s leg. You watched as the teams set up for puck drop. Nico wins the faceoff and Halifax were in possession of the puck. The game was a fast-paced game, Halifax doing very well for a first game. After each period, Nico would do a lap of the ice before returning to the bench. The game was close, but Halifax Mooseheads won against Quebec Remparts 3-1. Nico scoring one of those goals. (Y/B/N), (Y/F/N) and yourself follow your parents to change rooms where you guys were waiting for Nico to come out.

“You scored!” You squealed, jumping and hugging Nico once he was out of the changerooms.

Nico grinned widely and held out his first goal puck, “I did.”

Nico hugged the rest of your family and even (Y/F/N) who whispered something in his ear, smirking at you over his shoulder. You grabbed Nico’s hockey bag that he had dropped and slug it over your shoulder.

“I take it,” Nico states, his broken English coming through.

You just shake your head, pushing his hand away, “No, I will. Relax, you just finished your first game.”

Nico smiles but doesn’t let go of your hand, instead, lacing your fingers together. You blushed but let it happen as you all walked out to the family car. Once you all reached the car, you slung Nico’s hockey bag into the back before climbing into the back seats with Nico. (Y/F/N) and (Y/B/N) jumped in the car, taking the seats in front of us. Mum and Dad were in the front. You and Nico still held hands, both leaning into each other. You lean your head onto Nico’s shoulder, causing Nico to readjust and rests his arm behind you on the seat. Closing your eyes, you were pulled closer to Nico.

“Tired?”

You nod, not opening your eyes. You feel Nico rubbing your arm slowly, which was lulling you to sleep.

“Bye, lovebirds.” We had pulled up at (Y/F/N)’s home, allowing her climbs out of the car. “Talk tomorrow (Y/N).”

You open your eyes and give her a small wave goodbye as they pull out of the driveway. Once you were home, you and Nico were last in the house. The two went upstairs to Nico’s room.

“Door open, you two,” Your mother jokes.

You both laugh at your mother’s words. You jump onto his bed and open up Netflix, like tradition after training.

“You cute.”

You laugh at Nico, blushing at his words. “Come lay down.”

Nico got changed into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie while throwing one of his hoodies for you to put on after taking off his jersey. Nico closed the door, you two knowing your mother was just joking and climbed into bed with you. After pulling up the next Harry Potter in the series, you turned the lamps off, so the only light source was the laptop. You two were cuddling while watching your favourite and eating some Oreos Nico had pulled from his bedside drawer.

“Where did you get these from?” You questioned, taking an Oreo. 

Nico smiled, “Your favourite. So I keep some.”

You smiled and pressed a tentative kiss to his cheek, “Thanks, Nico.”

The boy blushed and pulled you closer, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. As the movie was nearing its end, you fell asleep on his chest, and he fell asleep, the laptop to the side.

“Nico, (Y/N),” Your mother asks, knocking on the door quietly. The woman peeked into the room, seeing the two cuddled together.

“Thanks for the 20 kiddos,” Your mother smirks, closing the door before heading downstairs to collect her money from your father.

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God save the prom queen Teenage daydream Just another dressed up heartbreak God save the prom queen Only eighteen Turned her tears to diamonds in her crown

You stood in the hallway of your highschool alongside your best friend at her locker. Everyone who passed you stared, glancing at what you were wearing before whispering to their friend. You may have been Queen B, and crowned Prom Queen, at your school but that didn’t stop the whispers and harsh words spread about you ever since it got out that Jack Hughes, your boyfriend of 2 years -well ex now- had broken up with you. (Y/N) cheated on him. She wouldn’t put out. He couldn’t handle her psycho mood. Lies they were all lies. But no-one would listen to you, taking his word over anything you said.

She's the first in line at the party She's the first in line at the club

You and your best friend stood outside the hottest club in town, first in the VIP line like always. After the heartbreak you had gone through, your friend thought it was only fitting you’d go to the club, pulling out your fake IDs to use. A little black tight-fitting dress clung to your body as you walked through the crowded dance floor to get access to the bar. With a drink in your hand and your best friend by your side, the pair of you headed onto the dance floor, amongst the sweaty bodies, drinking and dancing to forget everything that had happened in the last week.

And she's got that body, always got a following Everybody's looking up When she walks by you want to be her And your boyfriend pretends not to see her 'Cause she's got that fire, doesn't even try her Her booty has its own zip code All the pleasants bow down

As the two girls danced, wandering hands from passing men slide over their bodies. Bodies brushed against each other as men turned to catch a glimpse of the two young women in revealing close dancing. Girlfriends often nudged their partners as they took a glance at the girls, jealousy rattling their bones as they no longer held their partners’ attention. One girl even tried to yell at the girl in the little black dress after her boyfriend had bought her a drink. But in return, the cocktail had been thrown over the jealous girl, a smirk taking place on the girl’s face.

“If he was hitting on me, don’t you think you should make his leash a little tighter?”

God save the prom queen Teenage daydream Just another dressed up heartbreak God save the prom queen Only eighteen Turned her tears to diamonds in her crown

You stood in your room, standing in front of the full-length mirror, staring at your self in the little black dress. Your perfect hair and make now ruined, tear running down your face. In your reflection, you could see your sash and crown on your dresser, beside them a photo of yourself and Jack, prom king and queen. The “it” couple. Well, not anymore, not since he broke up with you. Turning your attention from the crown to yourself, you looked into your own broken eyes. As mascara and eyeliner stained your red cheeks, you decided it was time.

Take a look at the future Who knows what's ahead? There's a house on a hill with an indoor pool And a millionaire in her bed

You sat on your bed as you watched the draft take place. Jack was gone. In New jersey now and without her. Without Jack, you didn’t know what your future was going to be like, you couldn’t picture your own future. Were you going to be working a 9 to 5 job? Are you going to be stuck in a job you don’t like for years on end? Who were you going to marry? Is he going to be a millionaire? Will you ever love again?

And the years go by and she still dreams She's the hottest girl in town And the makeup's stronger, gotta wear it longer Just to keep a man around

After the breakup, you decided you would make him rue the day he claimed your relationship wouldn’t handle the distance. Chose someone prettier over you. From the little amount of make-up you used to wear, now it was like you had a professional do it every day. From your jeans and nice blouses to skirts and dresses. Every guy in town saw what you became, every guy now wanted you more than before. Before you were Queen B of the high school. Now you were the model. But even though you had all of this, no man ever stayed. You tried and tried, yet you were alone.

God save the prom queen Teenage daydream Just another dressed up heartbreak God save the prom queen Only eighteen Turned her tears to diamonds in her crown Diamonds in her crown

Moving from the small town to the big city was the best thing you ever did. The heartbreak made you into who you were, a now-famous model. But even with all the new friends, new fans, and everything at your fingertips, you knew you were still heartbroken. Jack was your future. Something no-one could ever replace. At only 18, you were a famous model. A dressed-up heartbreak young girls were now aspiring to be. They may not know the truth, but you did, you wore a diamond crown created from the heartbreak and tears that now reminded you every day that you were not good enough for Mr First Overall.

And she lives her dreams through the magazines And her daddy's gone and she needs someone And she's got the looks and the boys on hooks But she'll trade it all for a heart that's whole

Jack and the boys sat in a cafe after a hard training session, a cup of coffee before all of them as they conversed about random things, anything that was not hockey. Miles picked up a magazine that was left on the table and flicked through it, “Damn, she’s hot.”

“Who?” Hall asks, nodding to the magazine.

Wood through down the open magazine, open on a full two-page article on a model. The photos of the girl with a puppy, her smile wide. “Her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s the latest hot trend.”

Jack looked down at the photos, the smile he’d missed so much. The laugh he swears he could hear. It broke his heart to see you so happy without him. 

Another article was finished, and you went back to your empty apartment. You may have so much money, and famous friends, but coming back to your empty apartment, brought you back to reality. You didn’t want to live the dream if you had no-one to share it with. Your family are gone, and even your best friend left you once you had made it big. While you now had the looks and all the boys to choose from, your broken heart would only take one person. Jack Hughes. You would trade everything for her heart to never have been broken and to have the love of your life back.

God save the prom queen God save the prom queen God save the prom queen Teenage daydream

You knew you couldn’t wait for him to come to rescue you. To fix you. But you knew you couldn’t rely on a boy to fix you. You had to do it yourself. Just like you had done when he first broke up with you. You turned your heartbreak into your power, your looks and knowledge. You may want him back, but you knew you couldn’t trust Jack Hughes again. You had to do this for yourself, not him. Not so you would be the perfect person for him. It was time you loved yourself for you.

God save the prom queen (she turned her tears) She turned her tears to diamonds in her crown

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You stood in the change rooms with your team, getting changed for your finals game against the University of Toronto. This was your last game of the season; you and your team would be the champions if you win. You slip on your shirt with the number 19 on it and tie your hair up, adding team ribbons after. 

“Come on (Y/N)!” Your teammate shouts from the entrance of the change rooms. 

Checking your phone for a message one last time, you put it on silent before heading out onto the court to join your team.

The game was about to start, only a few minutes left. You looked around in the crowd, wishing you would see someone you wanted to come but couldn’t. The only person who would even come to any of your games. The referee blew their whistle, signalling the start of the match. You shake your thoughts away, getting your head in the game, wanting to win the championship game.

It was a tough game, Toronto was there for a reason but so were you. You were the team that was undefeated, not Toronto. You had beaten them before and now you were going to do it again. With one final spike, you had scored the final point of the match. It took a while to sink it, but you just won the Championships. Your team swarmed you, cheering as you all celebrated the win. The team shake hands with the Toronto girls before continuing your celebrations.

“(Y/L/N)! (Y/L/N)! (Y/L/N)! (Y/L/N)!” The team and the crowd shouts.

It took a while but the team and crowd finally settled, waiting for the trophy to be presented to the team. You stood beside the captain as you all waited for the trophy. In the stands, standing at the front was the friends and family of the team, all wanting photos of their respective members and the trophy. You looked through the crowd, wishing to see a certain someone standing there. And there he was, standing in the front row, his curly hair wild and unruly but his smile was wide and bright. The boy you desperately was hoping would show did, cheering you on as you won the championship with your team. 

The trophy was finally brought out and handed over to your captain who lifted it over her head. The crowd cheered at the sight of the trophy. The team was cheering as the captain turned to you, bring the trophy down from over her head.

“(Y/N), I think you deserve this next,” The captain grins, holding the trophy out for you to take.

With the trophy in your hands, you step forward and hold the trophy above your head. Your eyes connect with that one person. You both were smiling and he was screaming happily, excited about your win. 

“Yes, baby!” He yelled, clapping and jumping up and down in excitement.

You grin, kissing the trophy one last time before handing it over to the next player who deserved the win.

You grabbed your sports bag after changing and leave the change rooms, being welcome of the sight of your boyfriend waiting for you.

“Matt!” You squeal at the sight, running and hugging your boyfriend.

Matthew grins, hugging you and spinning around with you in his arms, “I’m so damn proud of you!”

You giggle as he places you back on the ground and takes your sports bag from you. Matt slung his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple. The two of you made your way through the celebrating crowd, saying goodbye to your teammates, before leaving the gymnasium.

“I thought you were on a road trip,” You mumble, shivering as the cold wind hit you.

Matt chuckles, taking off his jacket and placing it around your shoulders, “Got back just in time for your game. Convinced coach to let us leave a bit earlier.”

You grin, kissing your boyfriend before climbing into the car after he opened the door for you.

“How are we celebrating?” Matt questions as he turned on the car.

You smirked at your boyfriend, “I have a few ideas.”

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Since you were currently on the Toronto Furies roster, you understood your boyfriend’s busy schedule. But luckily, this was one of the rare times Mitch could attend the championship final for you and your team. Mitch had dropped you off at Mastercard Centre where you entered the arena, earphones in with House of Memories by Panic! At The Disco blasting loudly to block out any distractions. This was your usual routine, zone out, listen to your pump-up playlist which consists of the Holy Emo Trinity, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco. A bit of Green Day or Blink-182 in there as well for good luck. You walked over to your cubicle, about to sit down when you notice a post-it note stuck to the side of your cubicle wall. The bright pink post-it note held the familiar scribble you knew too well as your boyfriend’s handwriting. ‘Good luck gorgeous xo’ with a little heart was written on the letter which made you give a small smile. While you started getting into your gear, you listened to your music to keep you in the zone, focused on the game and your goal for a shutout in the final.

Mitch, along with his family, your family and most of the team and their partners, arrived at the arena just before the warm-ups started. Their seats, which were glass tickets, were perfect; closer to your crease and right by the home team bench. 

“Are you ready for this mate?” Auston questions, placing a hand on Mitch’s shoulder.

Mitch glanced over to his best friends beside him, “As ready as I can be.”

Their conversation was cut short at the two teams stepped onto the ice, starting their pre-game warm-ups. Mitch watched as you stepped onto the ice last, all deck out in your goalie equipment, your helmet sporting the familiar Furies logo and the numbers 16 and (Y/J/N) on either side. You saw your best friend, the captain of the Furies (Y/F/N), give a thumbs up to Mitch, which made you a bit suspicious but you didn’t overthink about it as you needed to focus on the game.

In the final two minutes, it was 3 to 0, and the other team were getting rough. They had pulled their goalie to add another forward to their line, trying to score at least one goal. You knew you had to really focus as they came speeding towards your crease. The captain of the opposing team broke away, skating towards you with such ferocity it was slightly intimidating. Just before the buzzer rang out, the girl sent a slap shot to the right which you dove for. To your surprise, you stopped the puck just before it went into the goal, just as the buzzer rang out through the stadium. You were in shock; you just became a CWHL Champion alongside your team. 

The girls jumped onto the ice, skating towards the goals before dogpiling on you. 

“We did it!” Your captain screams, “We’re not going to suck this year!” 

Your helmet was ripped off your head, and your hair was rubbed, messing it up from its braids. It was a good five minutes of cheering and screaming before (Y/F/N) lead the team over the other side where you and the crew shook hands with the other girls’ congratulating them on a well-played game and a good season. 

Once the cup was presents and the other team had left the ice, the family were finally allowed onto the ice. Mitch followed behind your family, allowing him to get ahold of his nerves before he saw you. The team were all front row, waiting to see their teammate/best friend take a massive step in life. Mitch watched as you embraced your family, the biggest smile gracing your face. Your eyes connect with Mitch’s blue eyes before you separated from your family and raced towards Mitch, jumping onto him in excitement. 

“We won!” She screamed, shaking her boyfriend in disbelief. “Can you believe it?!”

Mitch laughed, pressing a kiss to her lips, “I’m so proud of you baby girl.” After Mitch placed the girl back on her skates, he smiled, holding her hands. “I am so happy I was able to watch you win the cup. I know we don’t always get what we want, get to watch every one of each other’s games, but I am so lucky that you walked into my life. To have you be by my side, at events and in life, in general, has blessed me beyond words. I love you so so much and what I’m trying to say is…” You watched as your boyfriend sunk to one knee, sliding out a navy blue box and snapped it open to reveal a beautiful ring. “Will you do me the honour of being my wife?”

You were shocked. Here you stood, in the middle of the ice rink, yourself in all your goalie gear - minus helmet - with your boyfriend on one knee in front of you. Proposing to you. But the tears escaped, making their way down your cheeks as you nodded happily. “Of course, I will.”

Mitch grinned, standing from his position as you threw off your gloves, allowing him to slide on the ring which was a perfect fit.

“God you are amazing,” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

You laugh, throwing your head back, “I guess you haven’t met yourself then.”

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You laid on the couch in your shared apartment, binge-watching Teen Wolf on Netflix while waiting for Connor to return from practice. Mother Nature had decided to visit you today, meaning you were cramping like hell and craving a block of white chocolate. At one point, Stiles did a Sassy Stiles moment causing you to laugh then groan in disgust. 

You sat up and hobbled your way to the bathroom, checking under the sink for another pad. 

“Fuck,” You groan, realising you forgot to buy another packet when you went shopping last week. 

You shuffled through the cupboards, trying to find anything that could allow you to go buy more, but you came up empty. Sighing in regret, you grab your phone and decide to message Connor, who you had only been dating for 6 months. You slowly typed out your message, not really wanting to go through this awkward moment.

(Y/N): Hey babe, can you please buy me some more pads on your way home? I ran out :( Just grab me the regular with wings, please 

You decide to have a shower while you wait for Connor to return home, hopefully with your much-needed item. While you were in the shower, you didn’t realise your phone was being spammed with messages. Once you hopped out after you nice, somewhat relaxing shower, you checked your phone to see if Connor had replied. 

McJesus <3: Yeah sure

McJesus <3: Oh god, why are there so many?!

McJesus <3: Which ones? These so many different ones with wings!

McJesus <3: Like which coloured packet?

McJesus <3: Okay I’m just getting multiple packets, that should cover it

McJesus <3: Oh god, the dude behind the counter is looking at me weirdly for buying pads.

McJesus <3: He was judging me so bad!!

You were about to type out your reply when the door to your apartment opens.

“I’m home!” Connor calls down the hallway, alerting you of his arrival.

“In the bathroom!” You reply, wrapping a towel around your body.

After a few minutes, the door of the bathroom was pushed opened a tad, and a bag was held out for you.

“Sorry I got so many,” Connor mumbled, embarrassed. “I didn’t know what brand you weren’t replying.”

You smiled and took the bag from his outstretched hand, glad he had even agreed to your request, “It’s fine Love. Thank you for grabbing me them.”

You did everything you had to and got dressed into some sweatpants, that were black, and an Edmonton hoodie that you borrowed from Connor. You made your way back to the lounge room where your couch was pulled out into the bed, with fluffy blankets and pillows all over it and Connor in the middle in a blanket burrito.

“I thought we could watch some Game of Thrones,” He simply suggested, shrugging and opening his arms so you could crawl into them.

You smiled, thankful for everything your boyfriend had done for you. After turning off the lights and closing the curtains, you returned to Connor’s embrace on the bed.

“So I have some junk food for this binge-watch, including chocolate, chips and Oreos. Also some Powerade to keep up your electrolytes,” Connor states, pulling out a bag with the snack he brought.

“And you’re allowed to eat those?” You sass, smirking at your boyfriend.

He shrugs and simply grins, “I am if you don’t tell anyone.”

You laugh, opening a pack of Oreos and feeding him one, “I promise.”

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