《nhl imagines》auston matthews // toronto maple leafs
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requested
auston (husband) or sid's (brother) jersey...
you chose auston's, cause you, cosette crosby matthews, have married this man. you have devoted the rest of your life to him. you love him so much.
you love sid too, he's your big brother, but he'll just have to get over it.
game 7
stanley cup final
you hate this. it's terrible. sidney was already unsure about auston in the first place because you were his baby sister. he felt obligated to protect you, even if there was nothing to protect you from. now, tensions are running even higher. this is for the stanley cup, the ultimate goal of hockey.
you were right. the game is so chippy. auston and sid keep going at it, each time forcing you to grab onto aryne tavares. thankfully, she doesn't mind.
"please don't fight." you murmur every time you could see them chirping and shoving at each other. aryne would grab onto your hand, knowing you were nervous.
penguins ended up winning 4-3. the emotion in the scotiabank arena was dark. the leafs had made it this far, but couldn't pull through. you were extremely happy for sidney, but extremely sad for auston.
all of the WAGS walked down to the leafs dressing room to wait for the boys. as expected, they all walked out looking very emotionless, some of them eyes red from crying.
a hunched over auston walked into your open arms. you engulfed him into a loving hug. you could feel him melt into the hug.
"let's go home aus." i whispered into his ear. he nodded.
he grabbed onto your hand as you walked towards the car. you got outside into the mild toronto air, the penguins bus was loading. sid spotted you and began to walk over. you dropped auston's hand,
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"stay here aus. i'm just going to talk to him real quick." you quietly said to auston, walking towards sid.
"hi cosette." sid said, his smile beaming.
"hey sid. congrats." you hugged him quickly, smelling beer all over him already.
apparently, sidney spotted auston behind you,
"spectacular game matthews. maybe you guys should try harder next year." he said, smirking.
"sid, shut the fuck up." you said seriously, not wanting anything to start between them.
auston's eyes shot up from the ground. they were shooting daggers at your older brother.
tipsy sid continued to throw insult after insult at auston. auston was now inches away from him, threatening to hit him.
"stop." you begged both of them. they don't listen, too busy in their own matters.
one particularly cruel thing sid says sent auston over the edge. he punched sid directly in the face. they began to fight.
"STOP, STOP PLEASE!" you begged them. they didn't stop.
you ran over to them and got in the middle, anything so they would stop. it was terrible, your husband and your big brother were going at it in a parking lot. you felt a fist go into your nose.
"FUCK!" you screamed, clutching your nose which was now gushing out warm, scarlet blood.
the fighting immediately stopped, both of them looking towards you. sid stepped toward you, looking to help.
"don't touch her." auston said through gritted teeth, "YOU hit her."
sid stood back silently and auston rushed forward.
"cosette, baby, let me see." auston said quietly. he saw the blood running down your hands.
he stepped away from you and grabbed onto sid's shirt.
"you asshole, look what you did. you hurt her." auston said bitterly.
"stop please. why can't you just get along?" you pleaded with them.
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auston took his hands off of sid and backed away from him. their attention went onto you.
"sid, auston and i are married. there is nothing to protect me against anymore. there is no reason to be such an ass." you turned to auston, "aus, he's my brother and that will never change, so i beg you guys to get along or it will be a long life of hate between you guys."
it felt like it had been hours of awkward silence though it had only been seconds,
"i'm sorry." sidney and auston exclaimed at the same time to each other. they finished their apologies to each other and bro-hugged it out.
"thank you guys. it was getting rather tiring trying to get you boys to get along." you said, still holding onto your nose.
"WAIT BABY, YOUR NOSE IS STILL BLEEDING!" auston exclaimed, both his and sid's eyes wide as they rushed over.
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