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chukys-mouthguard · 7 months ago

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I know youve probably been getting a ton of rempe request which I have to add to it too (I’m so sorry) but a good enemies to lovers with a bit of angst would be 😮‍💨

Party’s Over

Words: 3.49k

Featuring: matt rempe x female reader

Genre: angst, fluff; enemies to lovers

Summary: who the fuck invited matthew rempe to your birthday party?

“So, guess what Braden just told me.”

Your friend setting her phone down after reading a text from her boyfriend, an awkward smile on her face. “No, absolutely not, tell him no!”

Not needing her to even give the answer you were already fully aware of what Braden had said. But there was no way in hell you were okay with it.

“If those boys dare to bring Matthew Rempe to my apartment, they are going to get beers thrown in all of their faces!” She laughed as you pointed to the case of beers you were getting unboxed into an ice bucket for the guys to dig into once they arrived. The rest of the girls just silently munching on chips and queso as they all knew this saga between you and Rempe all too well. And as much as they would love for you to join the club and start dating a Ranger like the rest of them, they weren’t planning on that being Matt.

While you loved all of their boyfriends, the one Ranger you couldn’t stand was Matt Rempe. From the day you two met he had gone out of his way to be nothing but a dick to you. Constantly ragging on you, taking jokes too far, and now he was going to be in your apartment. No doubt any little action of his would piss you off to your maximum, simply because he was in your place.

“Look, it’s your birthday, I don’t think he will be an asshole to you today. Plus, they are already on their way here. What are they gonna do, throw him out of the car?” “Yes! That sounds like a great plan!” Rolling your eyes you finished setting up the appetizers and drinks before the guys arrived.

“Hello hello? We heard there’s a birthday going on?” Vinny Trochek called out before the boys filed into your apartment, each of them with a significant other soon joining them, the few single guys and girls introducing themselves as everyone was grabbing drinks and getting food.

You had greeted everyone but were also too preoccupied with being a host, in hopes that it would distract you from how angry you were with Matt being in your apartment.

“Y/n…it’s your party and you’re making drinks for people. What the fuck? Go drink, mingle.” Braden’s girlfriend quick to take the bottle of Tito’s from your hand and push you toward the kitchen island, your sudden presence stopping a conversation between Matt and Chris Kreider. “Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” You glared at Matt, your tone a bit harsh as he sipped his beer. “Actually yeah, Matt was just saying how good you look tonight.”

Shaking his head in protest, Matt quickly swallowed down his beer, “more like the opposite. I said no such thing, don’t flatter yourself.” He smirked at you while Chris just shook his head, hating the constant immature bickering between the two of you.

“How about, you take that beer bottle, and show it up your ass Rempe? I think that would be such a fun party trick.” Flashing a fake smile you quickly left the kitchen, heading to your bedroom to cool off.

Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you began to second guess your outfit.

knock knock

“Y/n, what’s up? Chris said you stormed off after Matt made some smartass comment. Are you okay?”

“Do I look okay? Like, should I be wearing something different?” Chris’s wife Francesca rolling her eyes as she took a seat on your bed. “Really? Rempe said shit about your outfit and now you want to change? Have you ever thought that maybe the two of you just need to fuck and get it over with or something? I really think this whole act you’ve got going on needs to stop.”

Ignoring her comments completely, you went right to your closet, pulling out a white short sleeved bodysuit and a new pair of jeans. Quickly pulling them on and then pairing them with some heeled black boots.

“Okay, thoughts?”

Francesca lightly chuckling at how self conscious you’d become the second Matt said anything negative about how you looked. “I mean, you look hot as fuck. But, I feel like you’re trying to look good for him now.”

“Don’t be silly, I’m simply just trying to look hot and make him eat his words. And if the boy starts drooling about my tits practically being on display, that’s his problem not mine. Now let’s go do a shot!”

After you reappeared from your bedroom, newly clothed, you couldn’t help but notice how Matt’s demeanor had changed. He kept his distance and didn’t say a word to you. Though he didn’t have to, his eyes on you almost constantly and you were happy to know he was eating his words.

Three rounds of shots later, everyone was piling into Uber’s to head out, of course everyone finding it funny to put you and Matt in the same car, as well as make you both sit in the back seat together. Keeping your back somewhat to him, you tried to not as much as bump him with an arm or a leg, though his hand had tapped you multiple times as his arm was draped across the back on the seat.

Once at your destination you quickly pulled out your lip gloss and turned on your front camera to aid in your application.

“You know, I never understood the point of lip gloss. Like, it’s just gonna come off on your drinks or when you kiss someone.”

Matt practically whispered in your ear as he peeked his face into the view of your camera, making you roll your eyes. “Yeah well,” turning to face him, you hadn’t noticed how close his face was to yours, causing you to swallow a breath, “guess you’re in luck, I definitely won't be kissing you tonight.”

The group headed inside the club, having a table reserved at the back as to hopefully not draw too much attention having a handful of the Rangers with you. Everyone getting comfortable and situated with drinks as you threw back a few shots to erase the backseat interaction with Matt from your mind. This was your birthday, you were not going to let that cocky asshole ruin it.

The night had so far consisted of Vinny Trocheck getting so drunk he attempted to dance shirtless in your section, Chris and Matt competing to see who could chug their beers the fastest, and you losing track of just how many drinks and shots you’d had. But one thing you knew for sure was that you were about to pee your pants.

“I’ll be right back, bathroom.”

Slowly making your way through the crowd by yourself, Matt’s eyes followed you, making sure you made it to your destination. “Dude, cut the shit. This tough guy act, being dick to her. It’s not working for you.” Matt scoffed, taking a sip of his beer, “Krieds, I have no clue what you’re talking about.” He tried denying it, but Chris could see exactly what Matt thought he was doing. And despite his efforts, majority of the guys could see right through him. “All I’m saying is, for someone who dislikes her so much, you sure do care a lot making sure she made it to the bathroom safely.”

“Look, there’s a difference between me not liking the girl but knowing how to be a decent human being. Should I want her to not make it safely? Gosh Krieds now you sound like the asshole.” Matt attempted to put an end to the conversation, turning away from Chris, though keeping an eye on the bathroom.

After what felt like a thirty minute wait, you were able to evade peeing your pants in public and were headed back to your party. Though not before a drunk guy could try and creep on you, immediately making you remember why you didn’t go out to clubs anymore.

“Hey beautiful, you here alone?”

“Nope, actually here with friends.” Flashing a soft smile you attempted to brush past him in the hall, but he moved with you. “Oh, so you’re the one celebrating a birthday. How about I get you a drink?” Again flashing a smile you shook your head, “no thank you, we are stocked on drinks. I’m good.” The drunken man catching up to you as you could barely maneuver your way through the crowd. His hand snaking around your waist as he pulled you into him. “How about more than just a drink then?”

Immediately pushing against his chest to get out of his grip, you questioned the man but he didn’t let go. However soon enough, another arm reaching around to pull you free, to which you were surprised. Ready to thank the individual who likely saw the event and stepped in, until you saw the face of Matt Rempe appear next to you.

“Pretty sure that’s not any way to treat a lady. You wanna tell me why you put your hands on her?” Rolling your eyes you didn’t bother to stick around for Matt to be the hero and ask for your praises. Matt noticed you run off, but made sure the drunken man wouldn’t cause any more trouble for the night. Heading back to the table and immediately downing a shot before asking your friends to dance.

It was now 2am and you were down for the count, not able to hold your head up and just wanting food and your bed. Your friends helping you to your uber as everyone was more than happy to head home for the night. None of them partying like this in awhile and already anticipating the hangovers that were on the horizon.

“Okay, so as much as I want to take y/n up to her bed, I’ve got to get Chris home before he’s knocked out and I can’t deal with him alone.”

Francesca doing her best to keep Chris awake next to her as you were in the back seat once again with Matt, though you were oblivious to that as you were asleep with your head on his shoulder. “I can take her.”

Francesca a bit shocked at Matt’s offer to help. “You sure you’re not just gonna take her up there and draw on her face or something to mess with her?”

“Oh come on, I’m not that much of an asshole.”

Matt laughed, shaking his head as he looked down at you sleeping.

“Y/n…Y/n, wake up. We are back at your apartment.” Your eyes slowly fluttered open as Matt was attempting to help you out of the Uber. “I can do it myself.” Pulling your arm away from him as you were adamant about getting yourself inside, though only stumbling up the sidewalk and practically breaking your ankle in the process. “Y/n, just let Matt help you please. I gotta get Chris home before he’s sleeping on the street tonight. Stop hating him long enough for him to get you into bed.”

“I will never let this man get me into his bed!”

Francesca shaking her head with a sigh, “that is not what I meant, Jesus Christ…Matt, please let me know if you need anything. But I gotta get this man home.”

Matt laughed as Francesca guided a drunken Chris to their car, knowing that he would never let him live down this moment of being carried by his wife because he couldn’t hold his alcohol.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”

Matt put a hand to your lower back as he helped guide you inside, trying his best to keep his distance so as to not upset you any more than he already had. The ride in the elevator was silent as you just stared at the numbers slowly counting up until you had reached your floor. Doing your best to walk to the door without issue, though now you were in for it as you tried to fumble with your keys and unlock it.

“Can I-” “No, I got it.”

Quickly opening the door you tossed your bag on the counter, soon collapsing on your couch. Not caring that the walk to your bed would have been only sixty seconds more, you needed to be horizontal and not in these boots any longer. Trying your best to kick off the boots, but having no luck, Matt soon came over to help. Your need for the boots to be off stronger than your want to be Miss Independent.

“I guess I will get you some water, heat up some of the food from earlier…”

His voice trailed off as he walked to the kitchen, your eyes opening to watch him. Why was he being nice all of a sudden? You didn’t like it, after he had made it his mission to be an asshole, all of a sudden he starts trying to be nice? He was clearly trying to get something out of you, praises or thanks for stepping up and taking care of you. Most likely to rub it in your face later and laugh at you for thinking he was a changed man or something.

“I don’t need your help, you know. I can do all of that myself.”

Matt just ignored you, continuing with making you a plate of food before he brought it over to you on the couch. He smiled softly as he held out the plate, and as much as you were starving, you couldn’t bring yourself to accept anything from him. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

He looked at you confused before setting the plate on the island in the kitchen. “Pretending like you care! Trying to be some hero and swoop in to save the day. You know what your problem is?”

“What’s my problem?” He leaned against the island, crossing his arms as he let you continue with airing your frustrations.

“You think that anyone is going to fall head over heels for you and just give you everything you want. You’re so full of yourself. And then, the second a girl doesn’t fold for you, you treat her like shit, like how you did with me. Do you know how annoying it is? Being friends with all those guys, and you’re the only one who hates me? Who talks shit about me, bashing me whenever he can? I fucking changed my outfit tonight because you made me feel like shit about myself! And for what? Because I didn’t drop my pants for you the first day we met or something? Get a fucking grip, and stop thinking so highly of yourself. I didn’t need your help at the bar, and I don’t need your help now if you’re only doing it to hold over my head later or try to use it against me. I don’t need you trying to embarrass me for ever thinking you were actually a nice guy and gave a shit. So if you’re only doing this to look good to everyone else, then please leave.”

You stomped off to your room to change, needing your jeans off and sweats on. Removing your bodysuit and replacing it with a hoodie, a deep sigh leaving your lips as you pulled the fabric over your head.

knock knock

“What!”

Glaring towards the door you saw Matt slowly appear from behind the frame. His demeanor a bit defeated as he tossed a small box onto your bed. “Here.…happy birthday. I’ll call an Uber then head out.”

Your angered facade fading as you looked from Matt to the small box on your bed. Only moving to open it once you’d heard him head back down the hall. As you untied the blue ribbon, you lifted the lid to reveal a beautiful necklace of your birthstone that you had been eyeing for months. Instantly your heart sank, regretting all the words you just spat at him. But, you weren’t actually feeling bad for Matt, or regretting something negative you said to him, you couldn’t. Because you were supposed to hate each other. Though this was an expensive ass gift for someone to buy if they hated you.

Setting the necklace down on your dresser, you darted out of your room and down the hall. Stopping in your tracks when you saw Matt still in your kitchen. “Sorry, I’m leaving, it's just raining and I figured I’d wait until my Uber got closer. I’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”

He went back to his phone as you could tell he was embarrassed and upset. Clearly this not being how he planned for the night to go, and you shared in the embarrassment for all the things you’d just said.

“Matt….how did you?”

Playing with the hem of your hoodie you awkwardly closed the distance between the two of you, eventually resting on your forearms against your kitchen island.

“Francesca told me you’d been eyeing it for months. I asked what was something I could you for your birthday, I wanted it to be something nice, special. But, clearly I fucked that up because I’m such an asshole.”

He wasn’t even making eye contact, his voice low as he mumbled his responses, shrugging it off like it was nothing. But it was clearly something.

“I just, I don’t get it…why get me such a nice, thoughtful, expensive gift. If you hate me?”

Matt laughed, finally looking up from his phone. “You really don’t get it do you? I don’t hate you y/n, it’s actually quite the opposite. When Chris told you earlier I was talking about how good you looked, he wasn’t lying. I really did think you looked good. And I felt awful when you went and changed clothes. I mean, you still looked hot as hell, but I felt bad that you thought I really didn’t think you looked good.”

He locked his phone and set it on the island as he made his way over to you.

“I acted that way because I've never met a girl like you. For starters, you never seemed interested in me, and I didn’t know how to take that. You were hard to read, and I thought if I messed with you, I would learn your personality. But you only dished shit right back at me just as I gave it. So I thought you weren’t interested and truly did not like me. Not to mention, coming into this group of people, when everyone is close already. I was trying my best to fit in, but I’m awkward okay? I wanted you to like me, and I fucked that up, clearly!”

You laughed along with him as he ran a hand through his hair. “And, I thought tonight I would fix things. I’d be able to give you that gift, and apologize for all the shit I started. But then, you got so mad at me when I tried helping at the club. And then when we got back here, I know I brought it on myself with being such a dick. But, I figured, there was zero chance I even got to make this right.”

“Well…” You sighed as you walked closer to him, your brain still trying to make sense of all this. “How about we start over? Blank slate, and we can forget everything. Stop this pretending like we hate one another and just be ourselves?”

Holding out your hand, Matt smiled before accepting and shaking it. “I’m Matt.” “I’m y/n.”

The two of you chuckled to yourselves, soon moving to the couch after you’d reheated the food Matt got for you which was now cold.

“Oh, um, aren’t you gonna cancel your Uber?”

Matt looked at you with a sheepish grin, “I never called an Uber.”

Your jaw dropping to the floor as you punched his shoulder. “Oh, so somehow you just magically thought things were going to work out and we’d be sitting right here on this couch? You thought you could easily just win me over and get a second chance with me? Matthew Rempe I swear to-”

Before you could finish your threat, Matt had placed his lips on yours, cutting you off with a kiss. Though shocked by the action, you didn’t fight it. Relaxing into the kiss before he pulled away.

“I just figured, with that gift I got you we were a little past first introductions.”

“You know, you’re lucky your cute Matthew Rempe…”

“Oh, so you do think I’m cute? I knew it!” He shot you a cocky grin as he dipped a chip in some queso. “We still have plenty of beer bottles, don’t make me bash you on the head with one.”

“Sweetheart, I get punched in the face on almost a nightly basis, I think I could handle a little beer bottle.”

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infinitegalahad · 8 months ago

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hey guys! it’s been one heck of a year. college was…yeah a lot. 1/4 to go! i’ll explain the lore later. i missed the lot of you!

i need a distraction from how poorly the rangers are doing! soooo..

#carrie chats #new york rangers #chris kreider #mika zibanejad #kreidbanejad #jimmy vesey #hockey

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skjeinon · 2 years ago

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yooo i missed you glad ur back 😀😀🫶🏻 can u do some kreids stuff 👨🏻‍🦲

this photo has been on my mind since i found it so i’m absolutely gonna write college kreids stuff

“chris…” you mumbled into his shirt, voice muffled by the soft material your face was pressed into.

“what, baby?” he whined a little, as if you had been pestering him for the last little while, which you had.

“please take me back to the house…”

“no. you don’t need to go back tonight.”

“yes i do…”

“not until you sober up , you don’t.” he worried that with how often you’d party with him and his friends, your sorority would kick you out. you happened to be around just enough to stay in, but you honestly enjoyed your boyfriends teammates more than everyone you spent greek life with, aside from a few.

“y/n, you can’t come back drunk, just stay at chris’ from now on if you partied without us.” was the new rule that was put in place. though you hated it.

“mhh…” you hummed. the two of you were laying on the couch in the campus house he shared with a few other players. you were laid on top of him sprawled out.

“okay… we’re going to my room, you’re tired and tipsy so maybe you should just sleep to entirely sober up.” he spoke softly, turning off the tv. he sat you up so he could get up, you complied while whining from being away from his warmth. “let me pick you up.” he smiled down at you. you threw your head back with a cheeky grin on your face as he pulled you up into his arms. carrying you to his room, he laid you on the bed and leaned down to place a kiss on your lips.

“i love you..” he smiled, pressing his nose against yours before he stepped away, pulling off his t-shirt and shorts, leaving him in his boxers. he had shut the door when he walked in, so that you could change and for once the both of you could have some privacy that night. he handed you some pajama pants, hoping they’d stay on your hips by the will of god and some drawstrings. as you stood up, he sat back down. he watched you as you slowly changed.

“my gorgeous girl..” he smiled while watching you pull the pants up your soft legs.

“don’t flatter me..” your voice came out in a concentrated tone, tying the string around your waist. you looked up at him again before you pulled off your t-shirt, leaving you in a bralette, not taking it off you sat back down with him. he snaked an arm around you and pulled you close. both of you half naked, halfway to tipsy and sober.

“you know maybe it’s good you have to stay here with me sometimes..” he spoke as he moved down, his tone was deep as his lips ghosted yours. your hand came to his cheek, pulling him a little closer before your lips pressed against his. you kissed him a little longer after the first time, and a little longer past that.

“chris..” your voice came out in a whisper.

“did i do something wrong?” he quickly pulled away, not too far but enough to see your face, he was always scared to go past any level then cuddling when you weren’t entirely sober.

my eyes opened to see his face, eyebrow’s furrowing. “what? no?… keep kissing me.” you giggled before pulling him in again.

you adored this boy and everything about him. his personality and strength, his willingness to look out for everyone and everything about him. no one in the house slept good that night, it was a long one for just about everyone. you and chris made it up to the rest of the boys with breakfast in the morning <3

#skjeinon answers #new york rangers #chris kreider #nhl imagine #nhl fluff #chris kreider x reader #almost smut

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literaryslapshot · 3 years ago

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More Than A Holiday - Chris Kreider

Chris and Y/N are given the best gift for Christmas at the perfect time.

contains: mentions of giving birth, labor/contraction pains, hospitals, fem reader

word count: 1,075

12 fics of Christmas

tagging: @thecoldwind @drei-mrssvechii @puckbunnyforsway @theweightofstardust @snidneycrabby @multistann

“Okay, we got the bag, the car seat, the blanket….i feel like I'm forgetting something. Are we forgetting something?” Chris drug out, looking over the nursery for anything he could have possibly forgotten to pack. “Oh! My bag, duh.”

You were due with baby boy Kreider any day now. Any minute, it felt like though. Your due date, funny enough, was Christmas day. It was horrible planning on your part though, but Chris just couldn’t help himself one night. It’s not every hockey player's plan to have a baby in the middle of the season, but here you were.

But the plan, much to Chris’ thoughts and opinion, was to wait until your water broke to go to the hospital. Until that point you would continue with your regularly scheduled christmas plans, go to his family’s house and spend time there. Have lunch, open gifts, take pictures, all of the normal holiday things.

But Chris wanted you to stay home and rest. He didn’t want to put any pressure on you or the baby, and the last thing he wanted was for your water to break and you not being prepared. At home, you were prepared. At his mothers house, you were bombarded and smothered with questions and people you only see four times a year.

“Okay, i have everything packed up and ready to go tomorrow- if he makes an appearance tomorrow.” Chris got in bed next to you- well actually next to your pillows. The only way you were able to get at least a few hours sleep at night is if you had every pillow in the house surrounding you and propping you up.

“I have a strange feeling he won’t,” you mumbled, rubbing your hands over your belly softly. Even though he has dropped, and at your latest doctor's appointment they said that he should arrive on time, you still had a strange suspicion that he might hang around for a couple more days.

You only get a few hours of sleep before you’re being woken up with slow, but intense pain in your abdomen. You looked over at Chris and he was still fast asleep, his mouth wide open and he was snoring loudly. Must be nice, you thought.

It was just the one. But the one, turned into two, and two turned into four, and the next thing you knew, the pains were five minutes apart. You were told that when they got to be five minutes apart it was time to go to the hospital, but you were nervous. Nervous that it was time, the time that you had been thinking and dreaming about since early march. It was here and you didn’t know if you could do it.

You were slowly pacing around your bedroom, stopping to breathe through a contraction when it came. This was the time when Chris woke up- you leaned over the bed, your head dipped and you’re slowly swaying back and forth.

“sweetheart? Are you okay?” he asked, turning his bedside lamp on and rising up out of bed. You shook your head and once the contraction was over you stood up straight, and you were visibly stressed. Tears were brimming your eyes, and your lips were starting to quiver.

“I think so, um, i started having these, um, contractions earlier and i thought-” your breath was taken away by another one, and Chris immediately went to go put his shoes on and grab you some socks and your house shoes. You kept on rambling while he put your socks and shoes on for you, carefully walking with you downstairs to the car.

“Sweetheart- you’re in labor and we need to go to the hospital.” Chris demanded when you stopped in the kitchen to grab something to eat. As if that were important right now.

“But,” you whined and looked back at him, who looked like he was about to have a stroke if you don’t get in the car, “but what about Christmas with your parents! I don’t want to make them upset by not being there!”

“Baby i promise they won’t be upset, they care more about their grandson than some dinner. Now come on, we have a baby that we need to meet!” and with that, you let him drag you out to the car, where he checked twice to make sure all the bags and the carseat were there.

It was ten thirty four, when your baby boy came into the world. The actual labor itself took only an hour, but it took nearly four hours to get fully dilated and for the baby to get into proper position. It was painful but you were thankful that you were on medication to help with that.

“I’m so proud of you mama,” chris whispered when he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, brushing hair back out of your face. You were being stitched up while Chris went and watched as his son was bathed and his measurements were taken. After being wrapped up he was handed to Chris, and that’s when the tears started to flow.

He looked down at him in complete awe, every single emotion coming over him in that exact moment. He felt proud, proud to be his son's father. Love, he immediately had so much love already for his son who was just a few minutes old. Chris knew that he would go out of his way to make his life endlessly perfect.

“Do we have a name?” the nurse asked as you were handed your son for the first time that day. He laid on your bare chest. He looked so peaceful, and you even thought that he had a slight smile on his face while he rested on your chest.

You looked up at chris; for the past few weeks you were going back and forth between names, having a hard time deciding just one. But the past few days he had his heart set on one, and now it seems like the perfect name.

“Milo, Milo Kreider.” Chris leaned over and kissed the top of his head and his smile matched yours.

Over the course of the day family came in and out of the hospital room, friends and loved ones aweing over the newest addition to your little family. While you and baby Milo were asleep, Chris couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by love. “Best Christmas ever.”

.・。♡.・゜✭・.・✫・゜✭・。. ♡・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜♡・。.✫

- thank you for reading! i wish you a very merry christmas & a happy holidays!

xo, j

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jxmieoleksiaks · 3 years ago

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Geek Out - C. Kreider

This is for @antoineroussel ‘s 2022 winter fic exchange! (and the only reason i come out of writing retirement). I had the pleasure of writing for @princessphilly! I took your comment about wanting them to geek out, and your love of Marvel, and mixed it into one. I hope you enjoy, and sending all the positive vibes in the world to you

Word Count: 2.2k Warning: A mention of smut, minimal language Gif: (by *me) Face claim for OC: Mercedes Varnado (Sasha Banks)

thanks to @tippedbykreider for helping me with how Chris really is (and it’s not all tumblr made up hah <3)

“You wanna do what?” Sasha asked, still somewhat asleep from the unexpected mid afternoon nap she decided to take.

With the clinic cutting everyone’s hours, she had a random Thursday off before her week off started, and she planned on doing absolutely nothing. She was already getting herself into vacation mode by reading on her Kindle, and falling asleep without realizing it.

“I know you wanted to have a week of nothing, but that’s what you did on your last week off in May, but I wanna take you somewhere fun!” Chris exclaimed.

“Fun like where..” She was still adjusting her eyes, looking over at Chris standing at the foot of their shared king size bed.

“Kinda wanna keep it a surprise, but then I don’t know. Plus you only gotta wait a couple days to find out anyway.” He grinned, a curl falling in front of his eyes.

“Chris, you know I hate surprises, well most times, but like this? What if I pack the wrong clothes, or anything?”

He seemed…really giddy about this surprise he had going. It had been a weird year, with games being moved around left and right for no reason, work being bat shit crazy, and with his season not ending the way he wanted it to, losing in the second playoff round, he was a happy man, but this was a little more than usual for him.

“I’ll tell you what to pack, okay? I know you hate that, but I promise it’s gonna be worth it.” He nodded before walking to your side of the bed.

“I’m gonna start preparing dinner, just think about it, and we can pack together tonight, we leave Saturday morning, and I want you to get through tomorrow with ease, no worry, just let me take care of it.” He placed a kiss on the top of her forehead, before walking out of the bedroom.

Chris was the most fun relationship, but also the safest, and home feeling one she had too. He was smart, talented and a great friend to his teammates. Seriously, she thought they were close, but the bond Mika and Chris had were no other. Not only did his chiseled jaw and eyes you could stare at forever draw her in, but his mind. He actually cared about College when he went, not just to play hockey, and reading was his favorite hobby. You two could cuddle in bed, both be reading books and it would be the best night ever. He also knew his way around the bedroom, things she told her coworkers would make anyone blush head to toe.

Sasha threw on her Captain America hoodie and went downstairs. It may have been hot outside, but the air was cool in the house, and didn’t feel like putting real clothes on today to begin with.

He smiled as she walked the kitchen. “How about Chicken Parm, that sound good?” He asked her, the pasta was already in the pot.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Also..I’ll go with the idea. I don’t know what got into you, but I trust you.” Sasha said, she was never able to say that word with ease until she met Chris.

“Good.” His signature wide grin appeared on his face. “I guess I should give you some kind of hint though.” He said while stirring the noodles.

“It would be nice, but that’s up to you.” Sasha shrugged, not wanting to be mean, but also wanting to know where he was going to take her.

“What’s your favorite thing in the whole world?” He asked her.

“Sex.” She said bluntly,

Chris smirked slightly, and let out a small laugh.

“Yes baby, I know, but what else is there?” He asked.

She thought for a moment and spoke again.

“Marvel?” She hesitated. She didn’t know what Marvel things could be done. She had taken him on some fan-run tour of New York City, where all the important things in the Avengers movie had happened, finishing off with shawarma of course.

“I know it’s probably for kids, or something, but.. I booked a few days at Disneyland, so we can head to the Avengers Campus. There’s a couple rides I think, some restaurants, but don’t run off with the Captain America look-alike please.” He smiled, hoping your reaction was as good as he thought it would be when booking it.

Her eyes lit up. She didn’t call herself a nerd, or wasn’t the comic type, but she loved Marvel. She had funko pops of most of the characters, and almost everything that had to do with Thor, and Captain America.

“For real?” Sasha asked, the smile popping back onto her face.

“Also got a star wars thing in there too. Plus we can check out the rides, there’s like a Ferris wheel thing that just randomly moves you across and I wanna see people lose their shit.”

“You really did think of everything didn’t you?” She wanted to cry, she wasn’t all that emotional, but every time he did something sweet for her, and she thought it couldn’t be topped, it was by him, and she was thrilled.

“I can pack my own things now right? I don’t care if you did, but your packing is..a little too perfect in my opinion.”

“I won’t touch a thing. We leave Saturday morning, kinda early, so pack what you can tonight so all you think about tomorrow, is leaving for a few days. I wish it could be over a week, but we have to start conditioning and things, and wanna be back for that.” Chris nodded.

“I get that.” She said before walking over to him to give him a hug. “You’re the best, you know?”

“You tell me this, but I like hearing it from you.”

Friday had moved in and out like a flash. You were excited to tell your coworkers at the clinic where you were going, and most were excited for you. Though, like Chris they also wondered if you would run off with the Captain America look-alike.

“I’m dating a fucking hockey player, why would I go to a look-alike of Chris Evans?” Sasha laughed at her coworkers.

“Hey, if he looks like nomad Steve, you’re a goner.” Bailey, her coworker, told her and the other women.

The both of you were not excited for the almost 6 and a half hour flight, but you had a couple books to keep you busy, as did Chris, though he always used flights like this to either watch a movie, or catch up on his sleep.

He did end up falling asleep, and so did you. Your book was getting really good, but the next thing you knew, your head was on Chris’ shoulder, and you woke up to seeing you were only a half hour away from landing.

“How long was I asleep?” Sasha asked.

“Two hours, I woke up in the middle of you sleeping, so I stuck an air pod in.” He nodded. It was an early morning for you two, waking up at 5, trying to get everything packed that you missed the night before, and remembering everything.

Once they landed, they quickly got their bags, and into a car Chris had booked for two of you.

“Now the hotel, it’s on property, but it’s not the fancy, fancy one, It’s got a good ocean side vibe to it, and it looks quirky, and I like that kinda stuff and so do you.” He smiled.

“Does it have a bar?” Sasha asked.

Chris nodded his head with a smile.

“Then you know that’s good with me. As long as the kids aren’t too crazy, I may have to go off on them or something.” She said, knowing where she was going to be, kids were going to be everywhere.

“They probably will, but I got you, if a kid gets too crazy, we’ll walk away. No yelling at them.”

That was the one thing that it took forever for them two to get an agreement on. Chris always wanted kids, he got to work with charities with the team that dealt with kids and he enjoyed it. Sasha on the other hand, never felt the maternal instincts. She liked seeing her friends' kids, but she liked the fact she could go back home without them. They finally agreed with no kids, but were the favorites among his teammates kids, knowing they would be spoiling Mika’s kid, whenever that would be

The two of them rested at the hotel for the day, and went to dinner before crashing into a hard sleep. They were a little jet lagged, and though they were 3 hours behind the early morning flight and everything surrounding it, made them feel exhausted.

Sasha woke up early the next morning. It was the morning they were going to the Avengers campus, and she couldn’t sleep in. She was going to see things from her favorite movies, and her second favorite thing in general, but she didn’t wanna be up this early. She looked at her phone, and though it was 6AM in California, it was 9AM back home, where she would be on her second cup of coffee.

“Babe, we don’t have to get up early.” Chris said in his morning voice.

“I know..just wide awake.” Sasha muttered.

He pulled her closer to him, and wrapped an arm around her.

“Go back to sleep, or I’ll make you fall back asleep.” He said, his left hand moving to the bottom of her shorts.

“Oh, but I like that option better.”

“You would like if I finger fucked you back to sleep wouldn’t you. You’re such an independent woman, but when it comes to me, you’re like butter, melting in the palm of my hand.” He said into your ear, before his fingers wandered down the pj shorts she was wearing.

And his promise to her, came true, literally. It didn’t take him long to work her up to her high, and had her crashing back down and falling asleep next to him.

His alarm went off at 8:45, and he snickered as he watched her sleep.

“Get up and dressed, we’ll grab some breakfast, and head over.” He said, throwing her the Captain America shirt she had planned to wear this day.

Sasha held his hand tightly as they walked through the park. She had only been to Disney once, and it was in Orlando when she went to visit a friend down there. She enjoyed it, but felt like it didn’t cater to her as much. Now with the Avengers thing in California, she felt like this was more enjoyable.

They finally reached where the Avengers were, and their theme was playing all around, as different Marvel characters walked around.

“This is so cool.” She grinned as she walked into the Avengers headquarters.

“Oh no..” Chris laughed as he saw a Captain America lookalike standing there with other guests.

“It’s not Nomad Steve, but this will do.” She grinned as she walked on over.

Sasha and the Cap talked quickly, asking him if he missed the 1940’s and said New York now was huge. They took a picture together, thanks to Chris and she walked away.

“See, I’m coming back to you.” She laughed as she looked at the picture on his phone.

“I wasn’t sure for a moment, I thought I was a goner.” He laughed again before putting his phone in his pocket.

After spending way too much money in the Avengers shop, it was time for lunch. The Pym kitchen from Ant Man & the Wasp sounded good, but Sasha wanted shawarma, it was what the Avengers loved, as did she.

They sat outside and ate, with an alcoholic beverage as well.

“You really thought all of this for me?” Sasha asked, after taking a bite of her food.

“You’ve done so much for me, in so many different ways, that I wanted to do something. I know work has been annoying, you’ve had to work late, work early, just, you deserve something for yourself.” He nodded.

“Thank you, but i promise this is..almost too much.” She laughed, wearing Captain America Mickey ears that he had bought for her.

“Nothing’s too much for you, come on. I’d give you the world if I could, but since I can’t I’ll give you one of your favorite things in the world.”

“You know I’m not a fan of the mushy stuff, but from you? I’ll take it.” Sasha leaned over and gave Chris a quick kiss before going back to her food.

Chris made her feel like the only woman in the world. Even when she was screaming your head off at the Guardians of the Galaxy ride. She wasn’t a fan of the movie, just needed to do everything in the park. The both of you were quiet, the reserved couple, who also loved to get out and have a good time once in a while. His eyes watching you the rest of the day, were lit up and excited.

Anyone would could have a good time, watching Sasha geek out about something she loved? It was the match made from the universe.

Avengers Campus (Disney’s California Adventure)

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it’s all coming back to me | c. kreider (i)

Word Count: 8.2k Warnings: Slow burn, exes to friends to lovers, relationship breakdown, swearing, alcohol mention. Author’s Note: So many of you have been requesting for this to be brought back! The consensus was that you’d rather have it in smaller chunks so I’ll be posting each new part weekly and they’ll come in between 6 & 9k per chapter. Not only is it more manageable for you guys but it also gives me chance to keep writing new content for it 💖 There is a playlist for this fic which I posted separately, it gives a chronological feel for their relationship and their story. This has been a tonne of fun to write so far and I can’t wait to tell the rest of their story. Summary: Chris Kreider x Reader Insert. They say that all good things come to an end, that you can never have too much of a good thing, but when Chris decided to end your relationship you wondered how anything could ever be good again. A chance meeting 9 years later drags up all those feelings you both thought you were done with. Can you work through your hurt and pain to see what it is that Chris is trying to show you? Or are some things better left forgotten? Tagging: @danglesnipecelly - this girl deserves a writing credit on this thing because she’s pushed me to keep going with this and her input and advice has been invaluable. Thank you for all the support on this one, K 💖

*Italics indicates a flashback*

The notion of fresh starts is often something that is associated with the arrival of the New Year. People use the turning of the calendar to turn over a new leaf, to learn a new skill, to challenge themselves to be better than the year before and to let go of all that was and focus on all that will be. There’s something inherently magical about a new beginning, a fresh start; sometimes it’s the excitement of what might lie ahead and other times it’s the comfort in knowing that you can seize the opportunity be whoever you want to be and to reinvent yourself. It’s the line in the sand and the final full stop at the end of the chapter and it’s the anticipation of picking up the pen and writing those first few words on the new page.

For Chris Kreider this feeling wasn’t one that was brought about by the strike of the clock at midnight on New Year’s Eve because while the date on the calendar changed and while he still spent the next couple of weeks dating things with the wrong year just like everybody else, it still often felt like nothing really changed for him. Chris could only feel like the year was truly coming to an end when the first petals of spring exploded like fireworks in a symphony of technicolour blooms and he found himself giving the locker-room clearout interview. That was the end of the year, the full stop, the line and the warmer days and the balmy nights would give him the opportunity to decompress ready for the turning of the page come September when his focus would once again turn back to hockey.

Chris loved New York; that much was undeniably true. He loved the vibrancy of the city but he also loved the way that he could melt into the background or enjoy the feeling of quiet solace his apartment gave him. It was oftentimes a bolthole, an oasis of peace during an otherwise hectic few months between September and May but the end of the hockey season and the arrival of summer had him seeking the cry of gulls on the breath of a gentle breeze and that crisp, purifying sea air that always managed to fill his lungs differently. Rowayton wasn’t far, a little over an hour on a good day but with its coastal Connecticut charm, slower pace and pretty houses, especially the ones that overlooked the water, it was a world away from NYC and exactly what Chris needed to reset and recharge.

It was a Saturday morning in mid-July and for the first time in a long time, longer than Chris could recall, he allowed himself to sleep in. His bedroom window had been open all night and the welcome breeze snaked through the slats in the blinds and carried on it the faintest smell of salt and sunshine. Chris stretched his muscles in big pulls around the bed before he settled on his back and inhaled deeply, the fresh air clearing his mind and filling his body as the last remnants of sleep slipped away on the exhale of breath. Imbued with energy, he climbed out of bed and pulled the blinds all the way up, flooding the bedroom with beautiful incandescence born out of a cloudless sky. He didn’t make his bed though, not yet, because while he had left his room and was padding down the stairs, he had every intention of returning to the still warm sheets to read a chapter or two of the book on his nightstand with a fresh cup of coffee, a cinnamon and raisin bagel, that invigorating coastal air and the oceanscape outside as the soundtrack.

One chapter turned into two and two became three and before Chris knew it, the sun was high in the sky and lunchtime beckoned. It was shaping up to be a beautiful summer day in Rowayton and Chris thought it would be a crying shame to spend his time at home, even if the page-turner he’d held in his hands moments ago seemed incredibly appealing out on the back deck overlooking the water. It was then he decided to take advantage of that gorgeous sunshine, take in the scenery and stretch his legs by going for a walk into town to pick up a few essentials at Rowayton Market. For all it was a small, it contained everything he would need to keep him going for a few more days until he’d finally need to drive into Norwalk to do a more substantial grocery shop, something that he’d admittedly been putting off. The Market also had some of the best baked goods and fresh coffee in the village and if you asked Chris it would be pretty rude to not take advantage – it was right there, after all, and Chris never could say no to a still-warm Danish and Americano.

He walked slower than he usually would, a conscious effort on his part due to the fact that his legs seemed to want to go into an auto-pilot primed for life in New York City. He was in no rush though, he never was whenever he came here and even though it was a route he’d walked hundreds of times before, and one he would walk hundreds more, Chris still wanted to soak in all the pretty trees and shrubs that were nestled in amongst those classical New England style homes, all shingled exteriors and white, gridded windows in soft muted colours that mirrored the coastal landscape of the village. It was a world away from the brick and the concrete and the bright lights of the city and while Chris loved all of those things about New York and loved wandering through the streets of Tribeca and Soho, getting lost in bookstores and hole-in-the-wall cafes, he also loved the sand, shale and stars and those were things that he just couldn’t find in the city that never slept.

There were quite a few people out and about, Chris noted, most of them he recognised as being residents with their friendly smiles and waved greetings, but there were a handful of tourists too; there always was on weekends during the summer. Not that Chris minded, of course, because for all the village was a popular escape for those seeking a break from the metropolitan life of the nearby hub of cities, it never succumbed to the all-too-often inevitability of commercialisation and still managed to hold on to its peaceful charm, despite it not quite being the quaint fishing village it once was back in the days before the Civil War.

It was one of the reasons why Chris found himself retreating here in the summer and not making the trip back home to spend the off-season in Massachusetts. He would go back to Boxford for a couple of weeks, naturally, because family was something that had always been important to Chris and he would never miss an opportunity to spend time with his parents and sister, but if he had the choice between spending his entire summer being bitten to death by mosquitoes back home (his father always did say that they were the town bird, after all) or feeling the gentle kiss of the ocean breeze against his skin, there was no real contest. Rowayton would always win.

The main street through town was busier, which wasn’t exactly unexpected and if anything it only seemed to add to the charm of the village. Chris decided to head straight to the market to pick up his groceries, if only to facilitate the Danish eating in a more timely-fashion. He picked up a basket as he entered and proceeded to add only the essentials he’d need to get him through the next couple of days. He’d pay for his shopping before going to the coffee bar, because trying to pack his reusable grocery bag with a full takeout cup was a mistake he’d made once before and was sure to never repeat again.

With his groceries purchased and bags packed in such a way that the couple of bottles of wine he’d picked up wouldn’t clink together when he walked (it was three to be exact but after seeing the selection of cured meats, cheeses and olives available he thought it’d be a crime if they didn’t find their way into his basket to come home with him, and if there was cheese there had to be wine), Chris made his way to the coffee counter situated near the Market entrance.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d taken a trip away without the company of anyone else but the last couple of months at work had been incredibly stressful, with projects seemingly coming out of your ears and while you knew your mother had been worried by your suggestion of taking off somewhere alone for the weekend, she also knew better than to fight you on something you’d quite clearly already set your mind to. If you were being completely honest, your plans for the first full weekend you’d had off in months would have consisted of not setting foot outside of your apartment or engaging in any kind of unnecessary conversation had you decided to stay home in Hartford, at least this way you’d be getting some fresh air and the sun on your face.

It was just shy of a two hour drive down to Rowayton, which had the dual benefit of being close enough to home that it didn’t feel like a huge trek just to get there, but also being far enough away that you would be a complete stranger in this town and could take the time to decompress and recharge while blending into the background, and the place was pretty to boot. You’d found a little studio Airbnb not too far away in South Norwalk, figuring that you’d only be using it as somewhere to sleep as you’d planned on spending as much of your time as possible being right by that ocean with the wind in your hair and the warm sun on your skin.

That’s how you’d planned on spending your Saturday afternoon, sat on the sand of Bayley Beach with a good book and a cup of coffee. It was set to be a balmy day, with temperatures sitting in the mid-eighties and the last thing you wanted to be doing in the heat was any amount of excessive walking. So with that in mind, you’d spent your morning exploring the village and taking in the sights and sounds. The gentle protest of your stomach told you it was lunchtime before you’d even taken the opportunity to glance down at your watch and a quick Google search pointed you in the direction of somewhere to get that all important cup of coffee and a small bite to eat.

Rowayton Market didn’t look like much from the outside in the sense that it was a little on the petite side, but the reviews were great and the coffee was allegedly some of the best in the village and that was good enough for you. You were greeted with the smell of freshly baked goods and ground coffee, which was welcoming enough before you even saw the bright smile of the girl behind the counter. Your eyes drifted over the selection of pastries, each one more delicious looking than the last and you knew that you were going to have a hard time choosing just one. You knew you’d have to make a decision, though, suddenly aware of the small line that had seemingly materialised right out of thin air behind you and while you were sure that these people were more accustomed to a slower pace of life, the city girl in you, who was so used to living life in the fast lane, didn’t want to keep these good people waiting while you deliberated. You’d go with your usual and that would be that.

Chris’s attention was fixed out of the large glass windows at the front of the shop, watching as people milled in the street and went about their daily business. It was something he quite often did, whether he was here or back home in New York. There was something oddly soothing about watching the world go by, he thought, and occasionally he’d catch something that would quirk his lips up into a smile, like the sight before him now of a rather large gull in the process of committing larceny against what he could only assume was an unsuspecting tourist. Their sandwich was held high above their head while their free hand attempted to shoo the bird away with little success. He chuckled quietly to himself then, not least because the gulls seemed to get more brazen with each year that passed and he was sure that one of these days he’d see someone’s lunch get snatched right out of their hand by the feathered menaces.

Chris had no reason at all to believe as he stood in that line that everything was about to change. Why would he? The day had started like any other. He’d picked up his groceries in this store more times than he could count, he’d waited in a line just like this one for his coffee and Danish and yet, in that moment, something as innocuous as a woman’s voice would bring feelings that he thought he was done with, and memories he thought had strayed out of his mind for good, flooding back to the surface. But it wasn’t just any woman’s voice, no, it wasn’t as detached and neutral as that. It was your voice; a voice he hadn’t heard in nine years and it was something as simple as a coffee order, an order that he now knew to have remained the same since the day you’d first met at Boston College all those years ago, that blew the dam wide open and every word the two of you had ever spoken, from day one to the last thing you ever said to him, came rushing back.

The sound of Chris’s voice calling your name was something you never thought you’d hear out loud again. It was a voice you’d only heard in your dreams for many years after he walked out of your life, but even that had faded beyond memory to where you weren’t a hundred percent certain that you’d be able to remember what it sounded like anymore. And yet, in the middle of a tiny supermarket in Rowayton, you heard him clear as day with his tongue rolling around the syllables of your name with the same fondness, even after all this time and it was like you’d never forgotten the sound at all.

Autumn was beginning to make her presence felt in Boston. The palette on campus had shifted from a spectrum of vivid greens to shades of deep russet, amber, ochre and vermillion; but even above the changing leaves, the turning of the calendar brought a slight chill to the air that had you reaching for your jacket on a morning as you left your dorm.

Today was no different. The temperature had dropped again overnight as November creeped ever closer and it was chilly enough that you had to draw your coat tighter around you as you walked across campus towards class. Your brisk pace had bought you enough time to make a stop at the coffee stand just outside of Campion where your first class of the day was being held. There was a decent selection on offer, but it wasn’t enough to sway you from ordering your usual.

You rooted around your backpack for your wallet while the barista prepared your coffee and grabbed you your cinnamon roll, unaware of the new presence to your right, before handing over the money and taking the coffee and pastry bag from the young man’s hands.

“Coffee and cinnamon roll, eh? Now that’s the breakfast of champions.”

You turned your head towards the source of the voice, lips quirking into a small smile at the sight of the stranger beside you who looked to be not much older than you were, incredibly tall and broad for his apparent age but not for his height. He was grinning at you with a fullness that made his eyes crinkle at the corners and gave him a unique kind of softness.

“My mom would disagree,” you replied with a smirk. “If she found out I was having this for breakfast she’d be in her car so fast and dragging my ass back to Hartford.”

He laughed at that, loud and bright with his head tipped back slightly before running a hand through his dark brown hair that was shorter on the sides but had the faintest hint of a curl at the longer strands on top.

“I won’t tell her if you don’t.”

“Oh, I’m definitely not telling her,” you grinned as you swung your backpack over one shoulder. “So looks like you’re sworn to secrecy.”

You studied him for a brief moment, with the way he was still grinning at you and his eyes that seemed to sparkle behind his dark lashes before your brain gently reminded you that you, in fact, had somewhere you needed to be. “Well, I hate to impose a vow of silence on you like some sort of mafia boss and then immediately split but I uh I gotta head to class.”

“No problem at all and hey, your secret is safe with me. In fact, I’ve forgotten already. What were we talking about?”

There it was again, that smile of his that made you want to stay rooted right where you were standing and look at it all day, but class beckoned and so you gave an awkward wave of your hand and a soft laugh before you turned and headed into the building behind you without another glance back. If you had you’d have seen the stranger from the coffee stand watch until you’d disappeared from view, with that smile still on his face.

This little routine of yours would continue over the course of the next few weeks. Every Tuesday morning, at around 8:45am, you’d find yourself stood at that coffee stand outside of Campion to get your coffee and cinnamon roll, and every Tuesday morning, at around 8:46am, the tall stranger would appear beside you with his kind eyes and his bright smile. You’d exchange a ‘hello’ and a friendly grin and you’d laugh more often than not too while you made pleasant small talk before you both said your goodbyes and went to your respective classes, though you would always leave first and he would watch you go until you’d disappeared into the building.

It was mid-November, now, and the campus of Boston College was firmly in autumn’s frigid grasp. The temperatures continued to drop, seemingly overnight, which had you bundled up in your hat and scarf and the trees had shed their branches of leaves, crunching underfoot with the slight frost as you made your way towards Campion. Your hands were shoved deep into your coat pockets to ward off the gnawing chill and you were looking forward to being able to warm them around your coffee cup.

You approached the stand as normal, rooting through your backpack for your wallet ready to order.

“Hey!”

You looked up, your features fixed in a state of mild confusion while you looked for the source of the voice you recognised but couldn’t quite place. It was then you saw him though, all bright eyed and bushy tailed with a medium coffee and pastry bag held up in one of his large hands as if on display. He was grinning at you and cocked his head, beckoning you over with the wordless gesture.

“Hey, yourself,” you smiled as you approached. “What’s this then?” You tilted your head slightly at the items in his hand as he offered them to you.

“Breakfast of champions.”

Your eyebrow quirked as you took the coffee from him before taking a tentative sip, smiling while the warm liquid slid down your throat.

“You got my coffee order right.”

“It wasn’t hard,” he smirked. “You order the same thing every week and if you open that little paper bag I think you’ll find a cinnamon roll in there.”

Sure enough, as you opened the bag you were greeted with the sight of a perfectly formed cinnamon roll and you couldn’t help the grin that sparked at your lips and spread the full width of your face.

“I don’t order the same thing every week.”

“You do,” he replied with a laugh. “Every Tuesday for the last 5 weeks you’ve come to this coffee stand and ordered a medium Americano with half and half and a cinnamon roll and every Tuesday for the last 5 weeks I’ve been meaning to ask you your name.”

Your face flushed warm at that, not only at his words but at the sure little smile he was giving you and the way his eyes were sparkling. In fact, now that you were really looking at him properly, you were knocked back a bit by the perpetual kindness that seemed to rest in them and you couldn’t help but notice how they really were the perfect shade of hazel, like a forest with a deep bark heart surrounded by leaves that were every shade of green. You’d been quiet a little too long though and so you took a settling sip of coffee to give you enough time to find your voice again and tell him your name.

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled as he offered you his hand, which was large and warm as you shook it.

“And who should I thank for the coffee?” you asked.

His smile grew into a grin then, the kind that you’d noticed over the course of the last few weeks that made his eyes crinkle and happiness radiate from him, before simply replying:

“Chris.”

“Chris?”

It was as if time had stood still in that little Market in Rowayton, where your surroundings become a still-frame and there’s nothing but static in your ears. You’d often thought about what it would have been like to see him again. Those first couple of years after he’d left Boston College had you imagining all kinds of scenarios, much like the one you were in right now where you’d bump into each other in a supermarket or a pharmacy, anywhere really, but now that you were living it, seeing it, breathing it, there was nothing you could have conjured up in your imagination that would have prepared you for what it would really feel like to see him again. If you were to be completely honest, you were glad that your coffee and cinnamon roll were still on the top of the counter because you were certain that they would have fallen right out of your hands and onto the Market floor.

He abandoned his position in the line then, as if you speaking his name was a call to him, and maybe it was, on some level, but the truth and simplicity of it was that you were suspended in a state of pure disbelief and even in the short time it took for him to close the distance between you both, you were still yet to move and fix your features to something more neutral.

“Hey.”

It was a simple greeting that he gave you and logically you knew that there wasn’t really any tangible meaning behind that single word he spoke and yet there was something about the look in his eyes and the warmth in the smile he gave you.

“It’s been a while.”

“It has,” you replied, finally finding your voice. “You look, you look good.”

It wasn’t a lie either, he did look good. The tall college boy you remembered, who was just a little too slight for his height, had filled out; you could tell that just from the way the fabric of his t-shirt stretched across the broad plains of his chest and strained around his biceps, and he was no longer clean shaven, which was something that had always made him look quite baby-faced. Instead he was sporting a neatly trimmed goatee and while he had kept his hair short on the sides, just like you’d remembered it, it was longer on the top than it had been in college and the curls were sweeping in a way that reminded you of the waves just beyond the Market door. He looked older, yes, which is exactly what you would have expected in the nine years since you’d last seen him but his eyes were still exactly the same, sparkling and full of mischief , yet still soft, perhaps even softer than before on account of the faint lines around them drawn by time’s fair hand.

“So do you,” he grinned. “You cut your hair.”

“I did,” you looked down as your face flushed with warmth, unsure exactly what you were supposed to say to him.

It was something you’d thought about during those imagined scenarios where you’d magically bump into each other again and you’d thought about all of the things that you would say to him. You would tell him about how much you’d cried when he left you behind to live out his boyhood dream and how angry you were that he didn’t want you to be a part of that, how it felt like all the plans you’d ever talked about were nothing more than empty words and how hurt that had made you feel. You felt like you at least deserved that, especially given that it was never just a casual fling between you both. After all, you’d been practically inseparable for two years. You’d been inseparable ever since he’d said those three words that mean so much. But now that he was here in front of you, all those words that had swirled around in your head and in your chest like a hurricane for so long, dissipated into nothing and you found yourself clutching at straws to find something, anything, to say.

Chris could sense this though. Of course he could because he was Chris and he had always been so in tune with you and your emotions and the fact that he was still able to read you so well was both a comfort and a knife in your chest, and while he internally grimaced at the fact he was having to fall back on using small talk between you both, he felt like it was what you needed in the moment. He wouldn’t expect things to go back to how they were after all this time, he couldn’t, and so he started with something simple, something he knew you would be able give him an answer to.

“So, what brings you to sunny Rowayton?”

“I could ask you the same question,” you replied.

“Ah,” Chris grinned, trying to keep the mood light. “See I asked you first and also, I live here so therefore the ‘question answering’ responsibility falls back to you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, at both his words and the silly little expression he was wearing and despite all the years that sat between you both like a void and all of your hurt that was held within it, it all seemed to briefly melt away and in that moment it was like you were back at that little coffee stand outside of Campion.

“I didn’t realise this was an interrogation. Wait is this one of those little weird cult towns? Should I be worried?”

Chris knew by the little smirk you were wearing that you meant no malice behind your words and so he responded by sucking in air through his teeth before speaking again with one of those smiles that went all the way up to his eyes.

“Watch it, Pickle.”

Your stomach fell right into your shoes in that moment, that name he used only for you slipped from his lips like it was the easiest thing in the world for him to do, like he’d never stopped calling you it and like it hadn’t been nine years since you’d last spoke a word to one another. Chris knew all this of course and he didn’t need to rely on intuition either because he could see every emotion written all over your face.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly on the exhale of a breath. “I um.. Force of habit, I guess.”

“It’s okay,” you muttered, not quite meeting his eyes. “Although not exactly ‘habit’, it’s been how long?”

Chris winced at that, the reality of how he left things between you both slapping him in the face and he was filled with the guilt that he’d spent almost a decade pushing out of his chest and shoving into the darkest corner of his memory where he would hope it would rest undisturbed. He knew that you were angry at him for leaving things the way he did, how could you not be? After all, he was the one who had broken your heart and left you in Boston, but it was never as simple as that, even back then there was so much he should have said but that was something he wouldn’t realise until much later when it was too late to repair the damage. The thinly veiled hurt in your eyes and the way your mouth was downturned was demonstrative of that fact.

“I know,” he all but whispered. “It just-“

“It’s fine, Chris. Can we just forget about it? Please?”

He nodded, watching with a quiet kind of sadness on his features as you turned to finally pick your coffee and cinnamon roll up off the counter before he cleared his throat softly to continue speaking.

“You never did say what brought you into town.”

You took a sip of coffee to give yourself long enough to settle the thundering in your chest before answering him, because for all your heart felt like it was about to burst from all the hurt you’d managed to hide away up until now, there was also a weird sense of nostalgia that came with seeing him and hearing his voice again, and even though he’d shattered your heart completely when he decided he no longer wanted you in his life, your mother had raised you right and you knew the proper thing to do was to indulge him in a little small talk, even if for nothing more than old time’s sake.

“Just here for the weekend,” you replied. “Work has been nuts lately and I needed some time away from home.”

Chris shuffled on his feet for a moment as you spoke while his eyes darted between you and the door that would lead to the outside world and the possibility of the two of you parting once more. It was an unexpected pull that he felt in his chest at that thought, you reappearing in his life out of the blue only to slip out of it just as suddenly by doing something as simple as walking out of that supermarket back out into the wide world. For nine years he’d thought about where you were, what you were doing, if you were okay, if you were happy and with each year that passed without seeing your face or hearing your voice, he’d resigned himself to the fact that you were lost to him, drifting out there in the seas of life never to see you again. He didn’t know why you’d suddenly come back to him now, whether by some stroke of luck or twist of fate, although Chris couldn’t have cared less which one it was. All he cared about was the fact that you were here at all and it was an opportunity that he was sure he wasn’t going to waste. He didn’t even know for certain that you would want to give him any of your time after what had happened when he left Boston, but he wanted to at least give you what he should have all those years ago and that was an explanation and an opportunity for you to tell him how his actions had made you feel.

“Hey, what are you up to this afternoon?”

“Not much,” you shrugged. “I was just going to sit on Bayley Beach and enjoy the nice weather.”

“Would you mind some company? No pressure, of course, I understand if you… I understand if you’d rather not want to spend any time with me.”

You exhaled then and Chris’s shoulders visibly sagged, bracing himself for your polite refusal, but your response was not one that he was expecting and truthfully, it wasn’t one that you had expected either.

“Honestly?” you started, getting swept up in the nostalgia of seeing him again before the rational part of your brain could catch up. “That would be nice.”

“Great,” he smiled in what you could see was pure relief. “Do you mind if I grab a coffee before we head out?”

“Sure,” you replied. “I’ll wait outside for you.”

You headed out the door and were sure to stand where Chris could see you, knowing him well enough to realise that he’d be worrying, at least on some level, that you’d slip off into the crowd. You’d never do that to him, of course, even after everything, because while he had broken your heart, he was also the first person you’d ever truly loved and when you’d put the pieces back together, you couldn’t help but keep a part of him wrapped up amongst the tape and string holding those pieces together while you healed. It was in doing that that you understood that he would always have a special place in your heart and honestly? You were kind of okay with that because while the ending hadn’t exactly been perfect, the two years you’d spent together were and you wouldn’t have changed that time for anything.

You weren’t sure what exactly had possessed you to let Chris talk you into venturing off campus and out in the early-February snow to get burgers at Eagle’s Deli but you were cursing those sparkling eyes and that roguish grin of his for wearing down your sensibilities as you righted yourself after what felt like the hundredth near-fall. It was slushy underfoot, the kind that’s a twisted ankle or sprained knee waiting to happen and while you’d dressed weather appropriately in your winter boots and heavy parka, you were still very newborn lamb-like in your movements which was amusing Chris to no end.

“Come on, slowpoke,” he called from up ahead as he grinned at you over his shoulder.

“Not all of us can be hockey prodigies and thrive in this kind of inclement weather,” you grumbled, shuffling slowly so as not to slip.

Chris laughed as he came back towards you with confident and purposeful steps, surprising you when he offered his arm for you to loop yours through.

“Now, I’m no expert in geography or meteorology but it snows in Hartford, no?”

He was grinning at you, the kind of grin that you had to fight with every fibre of your being not to reciprocate because you’d already committed to your grumpy act and you couldn’t have him thinking he’d cracked you already, even if he, in fact, had.

“Yes,” you stressed. “But I don’t make a habit of going out in it to get burgers like a crazy person.”

The cackle you received from him in reply was loud and a little wild and you couldn’t help but be completely captivated by the way his cheeks were ruddy from the cold and the snowflakes clinging to the curls on top of his head and long eyelashes. Tuesday morning coffees with him outside of Campion before class had turned into coffees in actual cafes during free periods and getting lunch together. It was even dragging your body out into the cold to the Alumni Stadium with your blanket and your thermos to watch Chris play with the BC Eagles because you couldn’t say no to that damn smile and those damn eyes and even now, as you looked at him taking in the scenery along the Chestnut Hill Reservoir pathway, you knew that they were going to be the death of you.

“It’s really pretty along here,” he spoke, more quietly than before; softer too. “You wouldn’t think we were in the middle of Boston.”

“Yeah, it’s a nice walk,” you agreed before shooting him a smirk and a look. “Would be nice in the spring sunshine too.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it, Little Miss Chilly.”

“I don’t know what you have against being warm, Kreider. Warm is good, warm is nice-“

You shrieked as your feet went out from under you, courtesy of a patch of black ice hidden under slushy snow and you squeezed your eyes shut in preparation for the impact of your ass hitting the cold, hard ground. But it never came.

“It’s okay,” Chris spoke reassuringly, one hand tight around your bicep while his other arm was curled around your waist, holding you upright. “I’ve got you.”

You opened your eyes then to be met with Chris’s looking right at you, all moss and bark and warm. He was smiling at you but it was different to the easy grin he usually wore around you, this was softer somehow and all rational thought was replaced by one of those monkeys playing the cymbals. For the briefest of seconds, and for reasons completely unknown to you, the monkey tried to take the wheel and the idea of kissing him right there, in the middle of the pathway that had made an attempt on your life, flashed into your head.

Maybe it was the snow and how perfect and picturesque the scene around you felt? Maybe it was the fact he’d just saved you from slipping? But the reality of it was that those eyes and that smile held some sort of power over you that you couldn’t yet fully understand. You shook your head quickly, if only to take back control of the situation before you did something more embarrassing than almost falling on your ass.

“Thanks,” you muttered as you regained your composure. “This damn pathway.”

“I’ve got an idea,” Chris grinned as he turned so his back was to you and stooped slightly. “Hop on.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“I never joke about piggy-backs,” he replied in a faux solemn tone with the face to match. “Come on, we’ll get you to the Deli in one piece one way or another.”

And that was how you ended up with your arms looped around Chris’s shoulders and his strong hands holding the backs of your legs as he carried you on his back to Eagle’s Deli.

Not twenty minutes later, the pair of you were shuffling into a booth as you shed your coats, gloves and scarves, Chris grinning at you while you blew on your fingers in an attempt to restore warmth into them.

“See, told you I’d get you here in one piece.”

You scoffed at him and shot a playful glance across the table separating you both.

“You’re not human, that is the only explanation for how you’re able to walk in that,” you nodded towards the window where the snow was still falling to illustrate your point before continuing, “and not fall flat on your face.”

“Or my ass,” he added with a grin.

“Hey, that never actually happened!”

Chris’s face split into an even bigger smile at your little protest and the pout that had formed on your lips and while the gentle teasing between you was simply a part of the dynamic of your friendship, Chris would have been lying if he didn’t admit that the reason he did it so often was because you always looked so adorable trying to rebut him.

“No, you’re right. It didn’t,” he mused with a smirk, not needing to remind you that it was him who had come to your rescue judging from the unimpressed look you were throwing his way.

“All I’m saying is that we could’ve just gone to Hillside for lunch.”

“But the burgers here are superior,” he countered, smiling at you. “And you got to enjoy a beautiful walk in the snow with me so who’s the real winner he- mmpf!”

Chris was cut off by your damp mitten hitting his face, brows knitting into a slight frown before laughing at the proud grin you wore at the accuracy of your throw.

“That wasn’t very nice,” he said with mock hurt.

“Maybe I’m not a very nice person.”

“I don’t believe that for one second,” he replied, but there was no teasing in his tone this time, only the kind of sincerity that had your face flushing warm and had you reaching for the menu to hide behind under the pretence of looking at the choices available.

He couldn’t help but smile at the awkwardness with which you were trying and failing to hide from him but soon joined you in picking up a menu and perusing it, despite already knowing what he was going to order.

It was a few moments before the waitress came over and while neither of you spoke the silence between you both wasn’t exactly awkward even though Chris knew there was something about his last words that had had some kind of effect on you. He was right, of course, because despite the fact that you’d had hold of this menu for a good couple of minutes already, you hadn’t actually looked at a single thing on it even though you’d made such a show of doing just that and now that Chris had ordered, a cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate milkshake, the waitress was looking at you expectantly. Unable to form any kind of rational thought under that kind of pressure, you found yourself simply saying “same” and soon enough it was just you and Chris at the table once more.

Chris was looking at you like he had something he wanted to say and the unreadable expression on his face had you feeling somewhat uneasy for reasons you hadn’t quite ascertained but probably understood on some level if you let yourself think about it for more than a second. He could feel the nervous energy radiating from you though and so rather than pursue his current train of thought, he picked a topic of conversation that was much safer and knew you’d be comfortable with: school.

You talked about your classes and upcoming assignments while he listened intently and you returned the favour while he spoke earnestly about hockey and his own academic workload. It was so easy to settle into a natural rhythm with Chris whenever you talked, as if you’d been having conversations like these for years when in fact it had only been a few months of knowing him and a few weeks of meeting up like this. None of that seemed to really matter though, not when the conversation was good and the chemistry felt right and especially not when it was clear that you were both on the same page when it came to your friendship. There was something else there though, something that was beyond being purely platonic, that much was becoming crystal clear and yet despite the ease in which it was to talk to him about literally anything else, there was something that had you stumbling over the thought of bringing it up.

You were saved from falling down that particular rabbit hole by the reappearance of the waitress, two burgers that were big enough to have your eyes popping out of your head in her hands. Chris chuckled from behind his milkshake at the look of disbelief on your face as your burger was set down in front of you before he reached for the bottle of ketchup between you both. You took the top of your burger bun off, nose immediately wrinkling at the sight of four pickle slices resting on top of the lettuce and tomato.

“Ugh, I forgot to ask for no pickles.”

Chris looked up from where he was squirting ketchup onto his bun, his eyes meeting yours briefly as his face split into a grin.

“You’re not one of those people, are you?”

“Shut up,” you grumbled as you began to pick the offensive green menaces off your food and set them at the edge of your plate. “I like what I like.”

Chris reached across and began to transfer the pickles from your plate to his burger, smiling widely at you as he did so.

“Well, I might have found a solution to this particular pickle you find yourself in,” he chuckled at the exaggerated groan and roll of your eyes at the expense of his joke. “You see, I love pickles.”

“You love anything,” you countered. “You’re like a human dumpster.”

“Hurtful,” he replied as he clutched at his chest. “But also true so I’ll allow it.”

You picked up a fry from your plate and threw it at him, immediately filled with equal parts surprise and a strange sense of awe as he reflexively moved and caught it in his mouth.

“You really are a dumpster,” you grinned as you shook your head at the proud little smile he was giving you.

“I am, so how about you don’t ask for no pickles on your burgers and you just give ‘em to me instead?”

It was easy to agree to his proposal, not least because his logic actually made a lot of sense when you thought about it, but mostly because of the way his eyes were sparkling and the way his smile made you feel warm all over, like the falling snow and freezing air outside didn’t exist, like your fingers and toes hadn’t been numbed by the biting cold during your walk here, like there had only ever been sunshine. It was also why you’d agreed to let him carry you back through the snow to your dorm, his large hands hooked around the backs of your thighs and your arms draped over his shoulders much like during the walk to the diner. You’d protested initially, of course, not wanting to burden Chris or put you both at risk of an injury due to the slippery conditions, but he wasn’t about to be convinced otherwise and remained unperturbed by the weather, gently reminding you that he had in fact got you to the diner in one piece in the first instance at your objections.

Truthfully, despite the mild embarrassment you felt at your complete ineptitude when it came to walking on ice, you couldn’t help but be more than a little impressed at Chris’s sheer strength. You wondered then, about how hard he must work in the gym to develop such a strong core because while you knew from first-hand experience how slippery it was underfoot, he didn’t falter once throughout the entire walk home and with the way he was talking amiably about his favourite places in the city he called home, and how his hands were holding your legs so surely and securely, you felt safe as houses with your chest pressed into his back – even with your thick coats and layers of winter clothing between you.

He walked with you on his back right up to the entrance of your dorm, setting you down carefully on the pathway that looked to have been newly shovelled before he turned to face you, his cheeks once again ruddy from the cold and your walk home.

“I don’t want to say ‘I told you so’ twice in one day,” he grinned, sucking air in through his teeth and shaking his head slightly. “But didn’t I say that I’d get you home safely?”

“So what if you were right twice?” you rebutted with a playful nudge. “It’s not like it’s ever gonna happen again.”

“Watch it, Pickle. I’ll have you know that I’m right about a lot of things.”

“Pickle?” you barked out a laugh, watching as Chris walked slowly backwards down the path away from you with that smile still on his face. “What kind of a name is that? I don’t even like pickles.”

“I know,” he called out into the growing distance between you both. “But I do, remember?”

You shook your head at him, chuckling to yourself with a smile on your lips that mirrored his as you watched him.

“See ya Tuesday then, Trash Can!” you hollered.

His raucous cackle cut through the silent flurry as he continued to walk slowly backwards, his grin clear as day even through the falling snowflakes.

“Trash Can! Fucking, Trash Can! Man, you got some serious chirps, Pickle. Can you throw hands too? I mean, I know you suck at keeping your balance on the ice but we could use an enforcer! I could push you around?”

“Anytime, anywhere!” you laughed, watching him with a grin until he had waved his goodbye and turned away before he retreated into the heavy snow.

Part ii

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laurenairay · 4 months ago

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live like you'll never stop - C. Kreider

Summary: Dancing in the rain with Chris Kreider? How could you say no to that?

Words: 866 words

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Happy birthday @tippedbykreider! I wanted to write you a sweet little something, a slice of domestic life, to celebrate so I really hope you enjoy this Jade 🥰

Title from dancing in the rain, by Ruth Lorenzo.

There was just something so peaceful about watching the rain down. A light drizzle, a steady pour, or hammering down, it really didn’t matter. However the rain came down, you always made the time to watch it for a little while, letting it wash away all the stresses of the day, soothing you and settling any tension you had. Rainy nights were the ultimate comfort, allowing you the pleasure to curl up on the sofa with a blanket and a good book. Or even just to stand in front of the large bay windows in your bedroom and let the world fade away. It was magical, almost, even more so when you had someone to share it with.

“Dance with me.”

The low rumble of your fiancé’s voice broke you out of your reverie, and you turned your gaze away from watching the pouring rain through the window to look at him.

“Dance with you? What’s brought this on Chris?”

Chris just smiled, extending his hand out to you silently until you took the offer. You couldn’t help the soft laughter that tumbled from your lips as he gently tugged you towards him, bumping against his torso with a fond roll of your eyes.

“Isn’t it one of your bucket list items? To dance in the rain?” he mused, looking down at you with a warm smile.

Your lips parted slightly in shock and you nodded silently. He remembered that? You’d only said it in passing once, maybe twice, nothing that would’ve stuck in anyone’s mind. Except from your fiancé’s mind, apparently. Whatever was showing on your face made him laugh, the rumble of it echoing through his chest and into yours.

“I remember everything you say, sweetheart, especially the little things,” Chris explained, shrugging slightly, “if it’s important to you, then it’s important to me.”

This man. Not for the first time, you wondered how you got so lucky. Never before had you been in a relationship with such a romantic thoughtful man, and it was times like this that made you treasure him more and more each day.

“I love you, Christopher. So much,” you murmured, chest filling with all the emotion that you couldn’t quite find all the words for in this moment.

“And I love you,” he said softly, voice full of warmth, “So…dance with me?”

His sweet smile paired with the hopeful look in his eyes gave you all the decision you needed.

“I’d love to,” you nodded, smiling hopelessly back up at him.

The way the grin spread across his lips made you shiver – and you weren’t even out in the rain yet.

“Let’s go then,” Chris said cheerfully.

“Right now?”

“Why waste the moment?” he laughed.

How could you say no to that?

Chris lifted your clasped hand to his lips, giving your knuckles a soft kiss, before entwining your hands properly. The gentle care made your blood sing, and you followed him down the stairs from your bedroom without hesitation.

He let go of your hand to open the doors to your backyard with a flourish, the earthy smell of the rain filling your senses instantly. Perfect. You looked up at him to see him already watching you a fond smile, making your cheeks flare with heat at being caught savouring the scent. Chris just winked, pulling out his phone and scrolling for a moment, confusing you until a slow sultry song started playing softly from the nearby speakers.

This man.

“Is this okay, sweetheart?” Chris asked softly, placing his phone down on a nearby table.

“It’s wonderful. I didn’t…I never expected…”

You trailed off, not sure how to even voice how overwhelmed you were, but he just smiled warmly and took both your hands in his.

“Dance with me?”

You just nodded, squeezing his hands, letting him guide you out into the backyard and out into the rain. It instantly soaked through your clothes, chilling your skin, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little incredulously. Chris just grinned, letting go of one of your hands to rest it on your waist, your hand moving to rest lightly on his chest.

Chris hummed softly as he started to sway the two of you from side to side, and it was all you could do to embrace the situation.

You found yourself closing your eyes, tilting your head back to let the rain wash over your face as Chris continued to sway the two of you from side to side in this sweet little dance. It was almost overwhelming how magical this moment felt, the rest of the world cut off from the bubble that the two of you were in. This was something you would never forget, being right here with him right now, and it was something that you wished would never end.

“Is this everything you dreamed of?”

You opened your eyes to look back at him again. Rain trickled down his cheeks, soaking through his curls, making his t-shirt cling to his chest, and all he was doing was watching you with a look that could only be described as devotion.

This man. This beautiful, wonderful man.

“Chris? Baby? It’s everything, and it’s more.”

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breezymichelle99 · 4 years ago

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A Hat Trick For The Captain

Summary: Chris gets his second hat trick in eight games and the two of you celebrate together after the game.🥰

Warnings: cursing, female recieving, and unprotected sex.

Chris Kreider x reader

Madison Square Garden was packed. The sights and sounds of a New York Rangers Hockey Game were in full effect. The fans had been electric since the guys first skated out onto the ice. It had been a slow first period but things were beginning to heat up for the Rangers.

You dropped Chris off before the game tonight, your usual routine when the boys were playing at MSG. "I love you." He says leaning in through the driver side window of your Range Rover to kiss you. "I love you too, my love." You whisper into his lips as hes still kissing you. "Get a room!!" Mika yells with a laugh from somewhere behind Chris. Chris's face lights up as he stops kissing you, his cheeks doing the crinkle thing you love. "I gotta go babe, see you after." He says kissing you once more. "I'll pick you up in the usual spot." You grin. He blows you another kiss and heads off into the direction of the locker room with Mika and Jacob in tow. You couldn't help but laugh. You parked and headed into the side door entrance reserved for family and friends of the players.

You took your seat with the other players families and watched pregame, patiently waiting for the game to begin. The crowd was loud and you knew the team would definitely feed off their energy. Finally the lights dimmed and the music played and the guys headed out onto the ice for the national anthem and puck drop. Chris skated out onto the ice, his eyes finding you immediately, something he always did prior to the start of the game. He gave you a little wink and he focused into game mode. The anthem finished, the puck dropped, and game began.

The first period started off slow. No goals for either side as the buzzer sounded for end of the period. You knew the guys would take this time to refocus and figure out how to get pucks into the net. When the intermission ended and the second period started the guys skated out onto the ice and they looked like a completely different team. Mika scored the first goal, then Chris got one and then ryan strome. It was a goal parade and the crowd was loving it. They went into the third period leading 3-1.

You knew they would not take their foot off the gas during the third period. 45 seconds in to the third Chris scored his second goal of the the night assisted of course by Mika, the place went insane. You spun around so the ice was behind you ,snapping a picture of you with the ice in the background "krieds is on hatty watch!!! ❤💙" you add posting to your insta story !!!

You were nervous excited for him. The guys were on fire tonight. Kandre would score the next goal, the rookie was looking good. The game was coming to a close about a minute and a half left Chris had the puck. One of the things you loved about watching him was how fast he was on the ice, how great he looked. You were out of your seat Mika's fiance Irma beside you. Chris passed the puck to Strome who passed it over to Panarin who passed it back to Chris who was right in front of the net, And with a calm gentle flick of his wrist the puck went into the net. You screamed jumping up and down as they would announce his hat trick, Irma catching your celebration and sharing it to her instastory. "When your man gets a hat trick. 😍🥵" she writes tagging you and Chris; even tho he wasnt much of a social media user. The Rangers would go on to win 6-1.

You let some of the fans trickle out before making your way to your meeting spot to get Chris, Irma right beside you chatting the whole way. Mika came out of the locker room, you and Irma wave him over. "Chris will be out in a minute, hes doing an interview." Mika says joining you and Irma. "I figured as much." You swoon. Mika and Irma hang out with you for a bit while you wait for Chris, talking and laughing about Chris and the game. You see Chris coming down the hall. You grin wildly, running to him. He laughs as he catches you in his arms, you wrap your legs around his waste. He squeezes you tight, kissing your neck. "I'm so freaking proud of you babe." You giggle into his lips as he kisses you and spins you around. "Oh boy, here we go." Mika laughs shaking his head at his friends.

Chris sets you down taking your hand as you two walk towards Mika and Irma. "Some of us are going out to celebrate, you guys coming?" Mika asks. Chris looks over at you with a wink. "I think I'd like to celebrate with my girl, maybe we'll meet you guys out later." Chris says. Mika chuckled slapping his buddy on the shoulder, knowing the two of them would never meet them out tonight. "We'll catch you guys later." Mika says. "See you both, good game Mika." You say with a wave towards your friends as Chris pulls you in the direction of the car. You laugh as you turn your attention back to your boyfriend.

"What has gotten Into you?" You laugh as chris pulls you into him as he leans against the driver side door of your car. He looks down at you with a big smile, his cheeks all crinkly. "I'm just happy babe" he says placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. His hands began to wander, sliding down your back and onto your ass squeezing gently. "Christopher." You giggle giving him a look. "What babe, you afraid of someone seeing us." He smirks. "Babe you know I dont care about that, let um see." You wink pulling him down to you kissing him, hearing him moan quietly between your lips. "We best get you home Captain." You smirk. He nods in agreement as he opens the door for you, helping you in, then takes his seat on the passenger side, taking your hand in his and placing it into his lap.

The drive home seemed like it was taking forever. The two of you desperate for each other. Chris teasing you all the way there, knowing you had to focus on the road. "Chris." You whine begging him to please let you get the two of you home safely before he started his shenanigans. You heard him chuckle. "Alright alright but as soon as we are home all bets are off." He smirked as he leaned over in his seat to kiss your neck at the red light. A loud sigh leaving your lips. The light turned green and he returned to his seat behaving at least for now. Luckily you didnt live too far from Madison Square Garden, you turned onto your street, your driveway insight. You pull into the garage, parking quickly and getting out just as fast.

Chris opened the door and you followed him through it. You set your keys on the counter making your way toward the bedroom. "Christopher James." You call. "Coming babe.." his words trail off as he enters the room to see you standing next to his four poster bed wearing only his Captain Jersey. "Congratulations on your Hat Trick, Captain Kreider." You whisper your voice sultry and sexy as you step towards him whispering in his ear as you kiss on his neck. He swallows hard. Quiet moans leaving his lips as your hands find the hem of his sweater and pull it over his head. Fingers finding their way down his chest to the button of his jeans fumbling with unsteady fingers, "let me." He growls desperate to be free of his garments. He steps out of his Jeans and boxers and right into control of you and your body.

You pull at the hem of your jersey desperate to be skin on skin with him. "Leave it, for now." He demands, picking you up and placing you gently on the bed. "Scoot back." You do as your told, giving him room between your thighs. "Chris this is your night." You whine breathless before even being touched. "I know." He growls licking his lips as if he was about to devour you. Knowing how much pleasure he got from watching you cum. He kisses down your thigh biting gently. You whimper in delight. As you feel him steady himself in front of your core. Looking up at you in that captain Jersey from between your legs. He chuckled as he went to work with that amazing tongue of his. "Ohhhh God, Christopherrrrr." You call out with pleasure, your hands finding his hair pulling on it, you hear him groan, the sound vibrating throughout your core. You arch your back off the bed into his mouth begging him for release, he grants your wish. "Cum for me baby girl." He demands in russian. You'd heard the words a thousand times. He knew how much it drove you crazy. "Fuckkk, Chris." You call out his name, legs shuttering around him. He grins feverishly watching you come undone infront of him. "That's my girl." He whispers eyes never leaving your body.

"Lean up." He whispers. You again do as you're told as he slips the jersey off tossing it to the floor. "God you're so fucking beautiful." He whispers into your lips. You can taste yourself on his lips. You pull his bottom lip between your teeth biting it gently, he groans loudly into your mouth. You release his lip from your teeth. Hes kissing your body wildly, neck, chest; hands all over you, till you're practically begging him to cum again. "Chris." You beg. Without words he knows exactly what to do. With a few slow motions you feel him inside of you. Both groaning. Bodies connecting like never before. Your nails in his back as you wrap your legs around him pushing him deeper. His fingers interlocking with yours now as you two find your release with slow steady rythme. Hips colliding together till you both are moaning in ecstasy. Griping sheets, and hips and hair. Till you both are breathless beside each other.

"Holy Shit." Chris laughs still trying to catch his breath. He can hear the sound of you giggling beside him, a sound he'd beg to hear every single day, along with your moans of course, there was nothing he loved more. "Pretty good night of scoring for me." He joked as he pulled you into his arms kissing you gently. "I mean I'd say you had a pretty good night.” You smirk running your fingers slowly over his chest. He smiled over at you, that crinkly smile that showed off his dimples and made your heart melt. "I love you so much." He whispers. "I love you too Chris, more than anything." You say quietly as you close your eyes, falling asleep soon after.

The morning sun was fluttering in through the window in his bedroom. "Good morning beautiful." He whispers again in Russian. You melt. "Morning baby." You say snuggling into his arms. Not ready to leave the comfort of his bed to face the day. You lay there together talking for a bit. Your phone is buzzing like crazy on the bedside table. "What is with this thing." You say rolling out of Chris's arms to grab it. He smirked. "You've been tagged by CKreider20" you look at him. He never uses Instagram. You click on it and open to a picture. "Celebratory Snuggles🥰😍❤." He posted with a picture of you asleep on his chest, must have been minutes before you woke up. You look at him. You didnt know if you should be mad because he posted a pretty personal photo of the two of you practically naked in bed, or if you should feel loved and happy that he wanted to show you off in such an intimate manner. You choose to embrace it. After all you were just proud he had figured out Instagram all on his own.

Several comments have been made on the picture, including one from Mika. You laugh. "What?" Chris asks. You lean in to kiss him as you snuggle back into his arms. "Mika." You giggle. "So you'd rather be in bed then hang out with me, I see how it is. JK love you both.❤" you read aloud. Chris chuckled knowing he'd hear all about it from his teammates at practice today but he didnt care. There was no person he'd rather celebrate a good game with than you, especially if the night ends like it did last night, with you naked and satisfied in his arms, glowing in the morning sunlight.

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pucksnsticksnhockeyboys · 5 years ago

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the shared apartment

prompt: “Please just stay with me.” / number 71 off of this list with Chris Kreider

summary: Chris helps you recover from a breakup and you realize you’re not as upset about it as you should have been.

warnings: swearing, cheating

word count: 2.4k

requests are currently open!

“Please just stay with me.”

You hated how those words almost made you change your mind. Almost. Then you remembered what you had walked in on only half an hour earlier. Part of you wanted to go back in time, when you were blissfully unaware of how you had been lied to for who knows how long. How the man you had let into your life and loved was actually cheating on you.

It was pathetic, really. You had never been one for romance, afraid of what had happened to you happening. Then, you finally stepped out of your comfort zone, agreeing to go on a date with a friend of a friend and you thought that just maybe you were being unreasonably cynical.

But maybe the pathetic one was your ex-boyfriend, who had stopped your retreat out of your formerly shared apartment as was begging you not to leave him. You had to laugh, all he had managed to throw on since you had caught him in your bed with someone else was a pair of sweatpants leaving his chest on display. Several hickeys were starting to form there and you wondered what his brilliant plan was going to be when you saw them. He had to be at least smart enough to know that you would piece everything together quickly when you saw them. Clearly, you hadn't been the one to leave the fresh bruises. You had gotten home a day early from a family vacation when you saw there was supposed to be a big storm the night you were originally going to return.

When you entered your shared apartment, you had expected your boyfriend to be on the couch, watching a movie. Maybe he’d be eating takeout while getting some work done. What you hadn't expected was the trail of clothes leading from the front door to the bedroom. And you really hadn't thought you would see your boyfriend in bed with the girl who lived on the floor below you.

You had grabbed the first duffle you had seen from the closet and began stuffing inside whatever clothes you would need to avoid coming back to the apartment for a few days. You had managed to retreat all the way to the door by the time your new ex-boyfriend had gathered his wits enough to try and convince you to stay.

“Please, tell me, why the hell I would do that?” You spat, your shock wearing off and anger taking its place. You don't know what made you stop, probably the absurdity of it all, and you spun around to face him.

“Because I love you.” And since life had a funny way of making things work, as soon as the words left his mouth, the neighbor slipped out of your room, reminding you just how much hatred you now had for him. You gave him one last glare before marching out the apartment and slamming the door behind you.

It was only after you were in the elevator and the doors had shut did the hot tears begin to fall. You didn't know whether you were crying because you had just had your trust broken, because you felt like an idiot, or if you were that angry at your ex. At some point before you reached the bottom floor, you had dug your phone out of your pocket and called the first person you thought of. He picked up on the third ring, and, after hearing your sobs through the phone, started questioning you and asking if you were okay.

“Chris, I’m coming to yours. Be there in twenty.”

You had hung up after your cryptic message, not trusting your voice to say anything else and you needed to remain calm enough to get a cab. When you finally got to Chris’ place, you only had to knock once before the door swung open and you were met with a face showing nothing other than concern.

He didn't say anything at first, electing to just take your bag from you with one hand and pulling you into his chest with the other. You accepted the embrace, gaining some comfort from him. Eventually, you pulled away and slipped into the apartment. By the time he had shut and locked the door, you were well on your way to his living room.

Chris was basically your best friend. You had met him not long after moving to the city, and you had instantly grown close. Whenever you would go to his games, he said you were his good luck charm and that he always played better. In return, you told him he helped you focus on getting your work done and he offered to come around whenever he could just to help get stuff done faster. That tactic only worked so much, since he could just as well be a distraction as he could be helpful.

“We broke up.” You explained quietly, unable to meet Chris’ gaze. He and your ex never got along the best, and now you knew it was because he was a piece of shit and Chris was an extremely good judge of character.

Chris dropped into the space beside you on the couch once he heard your sniffles. You really didn't want to cry again, but you suppose that was going to happen when you just found out the person you loved had been cheating on you. Chris wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest and placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“He cheated on me.” Your confession had him tightening his grip on you and you knew he’d have this type of reaction.

“I’m going to kill him.” He threatened and from your position with your head tucked under his chin you could feel the vibrations as he spoke. You knew there was really no humor in the situation, but the thought of Chris intimidating your ex drew a giggle from you. Chris pulled away slightly to shoot you a questioning look, and even something as simple as his confused facial expressions had smiling—quite the contrast to the tears that were welling up in your eyes and threatening to spill. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just... you.” Despite your chuckle, you wiped away some of the tears that fell without your permission. Chris pulled another face unknowingly, trying to decipher what you could have meant. “I just got cheated on and broke up with my boyfriend and just by you being you, I’m laughing.”

“Glad I could be of help.” He chuckled and you nudged his shoulder, leaning back into the couch. The two of you were silent for a moment, you occasionally brushing away fresh tears and Chris bumping your leg with his in an attempt to distract you. The seriousness had returned in his tone with his next words. “Are you okay?”

“I think? I mean, I’m not as upset as I thought I would be about breaking up. I’m more mad about that fact that he cheated.” You explained. It felt like your brows were permanently drawn together as you tried to think through the confusion of everything that had happened recently. “And how I no longer have a place to live.” You couldn't help but groan at your misfortune.

“Move in with me.” He said as if it was the easiest thing for him. He was so causal about it, he even reached over for the remote and flicked on the television. Your eyes bugged out of your head as you realized what had just come out his mouth. “I mean, this place is closer to your work, and I have a spare bedroom, too.”

“I won't be intruding in on your bachelor pad? It’ll be awkward if you want to bring someone home and I'm just hanging out on the couch.” You teased, ignoring the odd way your chest seized at the thought of Chris hooking up with someone.

“I don’t bring people home, like ever, you know.” He sighed, turning slightly away from you. “And plus, having you around will mean someone will be here to hang out with after games, other than a bunch of sweaty guys.”

“You really know how to convince someone.” You mocked, but you really were grateful for his offer. And he did make a few good points about why it made sense for you to move in. You nodded, agreeing to be his new roommate.

“At least I know one thing.” Chris sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. “Your ex is a fucking idiot.”

A few weeks had passed and you found yourself quickly over your ex. After the fifth time he had tried to call you, you had blocked his number and only spoke to him when you arranged to get your stuff. Apparently, Chris had told the team about what had happened, so when you needed to get the rest of your belongings, a good chunk of the Rangers roster showed up. Chris acted as a barrier between you and your ex, while the other boys moved your boxes down to Chris’ car. It was funny, honestly, watching your ex cower in the kitchen as several large hockey players glared at him. You swore Ryan Strome knew what he was doing when he kept critiquing anything your ex owned, even if he played it off like he forgot he was in the room.

At some point along the way, you realized that you should have been a lot more devastated than you were. You remembered when your best friend from back home had broken up with her boyfriend and she couldn't leave the house for a week, let alone hang out with friends and have a good time as fast as you did.

Then you came to the realization that maybe you weren’t totally in love with your ex in the first place. Someone else was the target of your affection, and it took being cheated on to notice. And that someone just so happened to be your new roommate.

Chris had always been there for you. He proved that the moment he took you in when you showed up crying on his doorstep. And his was very physically affectionate with you, always hugging, cuddling on the couch and even pressing kisses to the top of you head. You always wondered why your ex would get upset at you for spending so much time with Chris—you hadn't done anything to break his trust, unlike him—but now when Chris payed attention to you like he usually did, an unfamiliar warmth would engulf you, and you thought that maybe he could see you had always loved your best friend more than you could ever love him.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Chris dragged you out of your thoughts as he dropped onto the couch beside you. Since your discovery, your heart rate increased and your palms began to sweat whenever he was near. God, you didn't know how you would be able to handle being friends with him when all you could think about was how attractive he looked just smiling at you.

“I’m fine just hanging out, I’m pretty tired.” As if to prove it, you yawned. Chris grinned, leaning back into the couch. “By the way, I was looking at apartments online and—”

“You’re moving out?” He cut you off, suddenly straightening in his spot. He seemed upset by you words, and you wanted to take back whatever you said that upset him so.

“I mean, I can’t just live out of your spare room, can I?”

“Why not?” Your question had been rhetorical, and now you didn't have a response to his objection. Simply you shrugged, your brows drawn together as you tried to think about why he cared so much.

“Because you’re an adult male and if you ever want to get into an actual relationship you shouldn't have a roommate.” You didn't quite know why you brought up him getting into a relationship. Maybe you thought that at least one of you deserved to be happy. Whatever the reason was, you didn't really want think about him with someone else.

“You don't understand, do you?” Chris blanched, dropping back into the couch with a sigh. You studied him, waiting for any explanation, as he dragged his hands down his face. Then he turned to face you, and any question you could've thought of died on your lips when you saw the seriousness in his eyes. “You’re the only person I want an actual relationship with.”

“Chris, I—” His confession left you speechless, and you were having a hard time stringing any thoughts together. You cut yourself off, wondering when the lines between your friendship became a little blurred and he started to gain feelings.

“Just forget I said anything.” Chris stood up, refusing to meet your gaze. He made it a few steps before you came to your senses and you jumped to your feet, following after him.

“Chris—”

“You just got out of a relationship, I don't know why I brought it up. I’m sorry, can we just go back to being friends—?” Chris started rambling as soon as you caught up to him, stopping his retreat.

“Chris!” Finally, he stopped talking, giving you a moment to collect your thoughts. “I didn’t love him. Not as much as I should have, at least.” You confession sparked a hopeful look in his eyes, and your heart swelled at the small action.

“Why not?” Unlike earlier, his question didn't catch you off guard. Instead, you smiled widely, boldly taking a step closer to him. In return, he placed a hand on your hip, tugging you slightly so that your chest was pressed against his.

“Because I was a little preoccupied with wanting an actual relationship with my best friend.” And then you kissed him. You could feel his smile against your lips and when you both pulled away, neither of you could help the laughs that filled the air. Maybe it was the absurdity of it all. You had both been so close for the longest time and it took you getting cheated on to realize what you had been missing. Chris was the first person to speak up, and he drew another laugh from you.

“You’re totally not moving out now.”

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