NHL Imagines

Mitch Marner (Toronto Maple Leafs) Part 2

"Mitchell Marner put me down right now!" I laughed, hitting his butt lightly.

He had slung me over his shoulder and was carrying me throughout the house.

"(Y/B/N), Help me please," I pleaded to my older brother.

(Y/B/N) stared at us weirdly, confusion written all over his face.

After the talk we had, Mitch and I became quite good friends. No, we weren't dating. I wanted us to be a couple, but I would probably be rushing it.

Mitch started acting differently around everyone now. He wouldn't socialize with them anymore, but instead put his attention on me.

"(Y/N)? Can I talk to you for a minute?" (Y/B/N)'s voice stopped Mitch and I from our laughing.

He set me down softly and I turned towards the hallway where (Y/B/N) sat. I padded over to him slowly.

"Look, I'm doing this because I love you, but (Y/N)... you can't see Mitch. I know that's exactly what you both want, but there is no way in hell I'm letting you two date,"

I stared at him in disbelief.

"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered "we spent years absolutely hating each other and the moment we actually get along, you say no?"

"It's not just getting along (Y/N)! And that's the thing! He hated you and now he's suddenly totally and completely in love with you! So yes! I'm saying no," he folded his arms across his chest, eyebrows raised, waiting for my snarky comment to come. It never did.

I didn't know what to say. What was I supposed to say? I mean, he's the only person that takes care of me any time our parents went away. Was I just gonna say no? I couldn't. Not to (Y/B/N).

"Ok," I whimpered, my face turning red.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Mitch with his head in his hands.

"Mitch-"

"Yeah, I heard," his voice came out harsh.

"Look, I can't disobey him. He's my brother, Mitchie," I sighed, exasperated.

He got up quickly, the chair screeching loudly against the tiled floor.

I opened my mouth the say something, but by the time any sound came out, he was out the door and into his car.

||One day later||

After multiple unanswered calls and texts, I finally gave up on trying to talk to him.

I didn't want to blame it on (Y/B/N) because he's just being an older brother, but part of me wanted to. He was the one that told me no. But I was the one that listened.

Finally realizing my mistake, I made my way to talk to (Y/B/N).

I knocked on his door and a few seconds later, it swung open to reveal my idiotic brother. He was in his matching Star Wars pajamas and I had to laugh at the sight of my 20 year old brother wearing such childish clothes.

"Hey, you can't laugh at me when you have on Captain America pajamas,"

"At least they're cooler than yours," I retaliated.

He laughed.

"K anyway, I didn't come here to argue with you about pajamas, I came to talk to you about Mitch,"

He started closing his door.

"(Y/B/N) (L/N), we're talking about this right now!" I put my foot in his doorway, not letting it shut all the way.

I heard him groan and his door opened fully once again.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about him for?" he asked sarcastically.

"Don't be a douche," I ordered "anyway... (Y/B/N) look, you know Mitch. You know that he is such a sweet guy. I've always known that and he was finally showing me how he actually was. You hurt him when you said that, (Y/B/N). I was so relieved when he was finally able to show me the real him and then you went off and did that. I love you. Your opinion does mean something to me, but not when it comes to my love life. Unless you don't know the guy. I like Mitch. A lot. And I really want to be with him and I'm going to. With or without your 'blessing.'"

(Y/B/N) sighed dramatically.

"Teenagers are so complicated!"

The door shut in my face and I smiled.

"Does that mean I can go talk to him?"

"Don't say anything stupid!" his muffled voice sounded through the door.

I mentally cheered and rushed into my room, grabbing a pair of Converse then speeding down the stairs. I hooked (Y/B/N)'s car keys around my finger and walked out the front door, locking it behind me.

Getting into the car, I started it and pulled out of the driveway.

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"(Y/N)? What are you doing here? I thought (Y/B/N)-"

"Shut up," I mumbled, standing up on the tips of my shoes and connecting our lips.

His hands immediately went on my hips, pulling my body closer to his. He took a couple steps inside, bringing me into the house, then shutting the door and pushing me up on it.

"Get it, Marner!" I pulled back from him, dropping my head down and biting my tingling lips.

He turned his head and I saw Connor McDavid, Graham Knott, and Jack Eichel standing in the entrance to the kitchen.

Mitch groaned and hid his face in my neck, grabbing at me to keep me pushed up against him. He chuckled in my ear and blew hot air on my neck, making a shiver run up my spine.

"Those pjs are really cute, by the way,"

This was really supposed to be a Part 2 and ended up being an imagine all in itself, but idk I like it, so whatever ;)