NHL IMAGINES [SLOW UPDATES]

Marco Scandella

its been like a year or so since this has been requested by polluxlux but i am so sorry writing is really hard? but can you believe i started this when i was in middle school... now its my last year of highschool... oof.

Dio mio, dio mio, dio mio, dio mio. You were spooked, all the horror stories you have ever seen were coming true. Your boyfriend's mother wanted to meet you.

Your past with dating never went well, and when it did last long enough for you to meet his parents, it went down the drain afterwards. "Marco, are you sure she wants to meet me? I mean absolutely, positivamente, sure she wants to meet me. I mean we've only been dating for two months." You were hoping he had made a mistake and read a text from a year ago.

"Yeah, I'm sure. When I was talking to her yesterday, she said she had a good feeling about you."

"You know what happens when I meet moms! They all hate me and I have some sort of curse on me. You know that!" You exclaimed, trying to reason with him, you could put off meeting his mother in person until after your married, for now, FaceTime will have to suffice. "I told you what happened with Adam!"

Your last boyfriend, Adam, his mother being Persian, had a lot of expensive decor from around the world. You had bought red wine, because Adam had told you that it was her favorite. While walking into his house, your heel got snagged on the hand woven carpet and you fell on your face. Not only did you break a bottle of red wine all over a carpet that couldn't be washed, you nearly broke a marble vase on your way down, if it wasn't for your back breaking it's fall.

Wrapping his hands around your waist, Marco pulled you closer to him, you were chest to chest with him now. "You're going to be fine, she already loves you. I don't think you know how much I brag about you. Y/N Y/L/N, you are an amazing woman and everyone else was to foolish to see that." He bent down to give you a kiss and he did, a long passionate one, but you broke it off, wanting to contradict him. "No buts Y/N, you know how much of a mama's boy I am."

"I know." You whined, stretching out the w in the last word. "I just there was a way for me to meet her and not mess anything up."

"Get dressed, and wear that one yellow dress that makes you look like you're glowing." He orders very suddenly after thinking for a little bit about what you said. You did what he said, and while you were strapping up the heels that went with the dress, you finally asked what his plan was. "It's a surprise."

He goes to change his clothes and you can hear him talking on the phone with someone in the room, but every time you got close enough to hear what he was saying, he would stop talking. It was like he had a tracker on you and his mind would warn him that, hey! Y/N is trying to snoop on your conversation!

When you stepped out of the room with your brown heels in your hand, Marco whistled lowly, "I am deciding whether or not it was a good idea for me to tell you to wear that, because you look absolutely stunning... I don't know if I will be able to keep my hands off of you all night."

With a bashful smile, you blush and lift your shoes and say, "I just need to put on my shoes, and then we can go."

"Let me do that," You both walked to the couch together, and he crouched in front of you so he could buckle your heels. "Are you ready? Excited to meet my family?"

"Excited? More like terrified."

"You. Will. Be. Fine." He kisses your lips between each word, and pulls you off the couch, "Now, if you're done worrying, we need to hit the road."

**

His mom's cherry red door stood out amongst the deep brown doors in this fancy neighborhood. When the car rolled to a stop in front of it, your heart stopped. Your heart started beating again when his mother is waiting on the front porch for you.

Marco holds your hand in his as he grabs your attention, "You will be fine amore, we will be fine. Now go and smile so you can show my mother what makes me love you so much." He lifts the back of your hand to his mouth and gives it a lingering kiss.

You smile back at him and show him your gleaming smile, and he returns it. You both exit the car and his mom makes her way down the pathway. First she gives Marco a hug, and then he introduces you with pride. She turns to you with a smile and you give one back.

His mother out streches her arms, asking for a hug, and you couldn't deny her that. When her arms enveloped you, you knew you found yourself a second home in Marc's fmaily.