NHL Imagines

Mitch Marner (Toronto Maple Leafs) Part 1

"(Y/B/N), do you have laundry detergent here?" I called to my brother.

"Um... yeah, I think there is some in the cabinet next to the dryer!" he yelled back.

I opened the door to see everything but laundry soap. I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen where he and some of his friends sat.

The first person to catch my eye just so happened to be Mitch Marner. It was always a little awkward when he was around because I've had a crush on him since he and (Y/B/N) started talking, so... ten years?

The only problem I had with Mitch was that he didn't like me. At all.

I never really understood why he didn't like me. I mean the worst thing I remember doing to him was pushing him into the pool when we were twelve, but even then, he laughed and pulled me in with him.

"(Y/N) did you find it?" someone spoke, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"No, I looked in that cabinet and didn't see it," I shrugged.

Mitch mumbled something under his breath and clenched his jaw.

My breath caught in my throat when he looked up at me and we made eye contact. He smirked and a warm feeling overtook me.

"Well, I'll just look somewhere else," I cut (Y/B/N) off. He nodded and started talking to one of his other friends.

I decided to check in the guest closet, knowing (Y/B/N) wasn't one for organization of any sorts, so the bottle of detergent was bound to be in some strange place. 

The closet door was open, blocking the view of the door, so it surprised me when I closed it to see Mitch leaning up against the wall.

"Um... hi?" I scratched the back of my head, confused as to why he was in here.

His lips curled into a grin and he pushed himself off the wall, walking slowly towards me. I backed away from him every step closer he took.

As if things weren't already bad, my back hit the wall and I immediately thought this was the most cliché thing that could happen.

Suddenly, his right hand hit the spot next to me, basically trapping me in the corner of the room. My knees went weak and I almost fell to the floor.

He leaned down and his lips brushed over my ear, making me shiver.

"I know you like me,"

I shut my eyes tightly and prayed that this was all a dream. When I opened them, his face was so close to mine, I felt his breath on my lips.

"Oh dear god," I breathed out quietly.

He smiled and laughed, running his fingertips down the side of my face then leaning back and walking out of the room.

What just happened?

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I sat on my bed, my attention fully on my computer in front of me. It was around 1:30 in the morning and I was binge watching Supernatural.

It wasn't until I heard my door open that my eyes flickered away from the laptop.

Their back was turned to me, closing the door softly. I knew who it was as soon as I saw 'Marner 93' on their hoodie.

I sat patiently, waiting for him to fully turn around and talk to me. Instead, he looked around my room at all the pictures and posters.

"Can I help you?" my tone came out bitchier than I wanted it to, but it didn't seem to faze him.

It was quiet for a while until he finally spoke.

"Why?"

"Sorry? Why what?" I furrowed my brows.

"Why do you like me? All I do is be a douchebag to you and you still like me. Why?" he was fully turned around now and sat on the edge of my bed.

I took a minute to think about it. Why did I like him? He was right. All he ever did was tease and torment me, so why was I so attracted to him?

"I don't know," I confessed "I've always liked you. I think you're really cute and even though you are mean to me... I've seen you Mitch. I've seen you with your family, with your friends, you have so much passion and love for those people and for hockey. I just never understood why you're like that with family and friends, but...not with me,"

"Wow, I'm stupid," he muttered, putting his head in his hands.

"You're not stupid, Mitchell, you just... needed time? I don't know, I'm trying to be supportive," I laughed and he chuckled.

I scooted closer to him and bravely put my arm around him, resting my head on his shoulder. He leaned into my touch and turned his head, kissing my cheek softly.

"I'm sorry,"

(Y/B/N)= Your Brothers Name :)

I don't know what this is omg. I've had horrible writers block and haven't been able to think of anything :/