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chukys-mouthguard · 5 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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comphy-and-cozy · 1 year ago

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50 w Kreids :)

this turned way spicier than I was anticipating so enjoy xoxo

celebrate 1K with me

Prompt: #50 "Why would I stop when it gets me what I want?"

Pairing: Chris Kreider x Reader (f)

Word count: ~550

Warnings: implied smut but still very intimate spice so 18+ ONLY. Voyeurism, fingering (brief), heavy tension.

The night sky is clear, the beach quiet save for the distant sound of waves crashing on the shore. There's a slight breeze in the warm air, but you're plenty cozy lounging in the hot tub of the vacation home Chris rented for a friends' weekend in the Hamptons.

Everyone else has either gone to bed or is sitting by the fire on the other side of the house. Except for Chris.

Chris, who's taking slow sips of his beer, gazing at you like a predator stalking its prey. The feeling of his eyes on you alone makes goosebumps erupt across your skin.

“Do you like my bathing suit?” you ask nonchalantly, toying with the strap sitting over your shoulder. "It's new."

He hums, taking a long swig of beer, then eyes the tie between your breasts. “Actually, I think that part is better off.”

“No,” you feign shock. “You think so?”

“Know so.”

You're helpless under his heady gaze, unable to resist the hold he has on you even from across the hot tub. You don’t know why, but suddenly you’re untying the bikini top, letting the fabric float away in the water.

The corners of Chris' lips turn up slightly as he watches the white straps bump against the wall.

“What about the bottoms? They’re so cute.” It comes out before you even have a chance to think better of it, instead the teasing proposal enough to elicit a further smirk from the man sitting across from you. He's pleased, smug, like he's got you exactly where he wants you. You suppose he probably does.

He acts like he's thinking long and hard about the predicament, and with the way his eyes glean at even the distorted view of your tits under the water, you think it's safe to assume he's thinking plenty about you removing all of your clothing. Then, with a dramatic shrug he says, "Think they gotta go too, darlin’.”

But you can't make it quite that easy. You have to at least push back a little.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Anyone could walk by.”

“I think you’ll find that it’s a great idea.”

It's short and sweet but no less convincing. You bite your lip, then glance around to make sure no one is coming. The silence assures you, and soon you’re slipping off the bottoms of your bikini, joining its mate in the corner.

His eyes grow warm, molten even, as he tugs you closer by your waist. Your knee bumps against his thigh, firm and muscular, while he pulls you into his lap. Gentle fingers brush past your entrance, making you shiver when his knuckle nudges your clit.

Chris teases you for a moment, toying with your slip before he dips a finger inside. You suck in a breath, tensing up.

“Chris, stop!” you whine, shoving his hands away playfully. Then, more seriously, you add, "Not here."

“But darling, why would I stop when it gets me what I want?” he says with a smirk.

"Because if you get me inside, I'll be completely naked in your bed."

He contemplates for a moment, then leans over to grab the extra towel he set on the bench beside the hot tub, tossing it at you. "You make a good point. Let's go."

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cuttergauthier · 2 years ago

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Who I Write For

Hey everyone this is a list of who I write for.

If you have someone else in mind, send me an ask and i’ll let you know if i want to write for him. I’m not picky

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tippedbykreider · 2 years ago

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it's all coming back to me | c. kreider (part viii)

(Part VII ICYMI)

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: slow burn, exes to lovers, relationship breakdown, swearing, alcohol, 18+

Author’s Note: This feels like progress. Doesn't this feel like progress to you?

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: @laurenairay; @thebookofmags; @whatishockey; @robindrake13

It had been over a week.

It had been over a week since Chris had heard from you and over a week since you’d shared you were going on a second date with Sam and his disposition could only be described as sour. Chris had few smiles for his teammates, even Mika, and his temperament when it came to reporters was uncharacteristically surly. Perhaps the worst part of it all was that he’d once again found himself in a slump and despite him trying his utmost to drown out the background noise that was the internet, it was hard to ignore comments that called for his immediate trade. He wondered if you’d noticed. He wondered if you even cared.

The Rangers’ latest win against the visiting Capitals hadn’t hit the way that it should and despite the jovial atmosphere in the locker room, Chris felt anything but.

“You comin’ out for a few, Kreids?” Lindy asked as he took off his pads.

“Nah,” Chris shook his head. “Not tonight.”

“Awww, c’mon,” Trouba piped up. “Not even for one drink? If this is about the turnover in the neutral zone-”

“It’s not,” Chris snapped before exhaling to collect himself, a forced evenness in his voice as he spoke again. “It’s not about the turnover. I’m just not feeling up to it tonight.”

Mika gave Trouba a look that told him not to push.

“A’ight,” Jacob shrugged as he turned away.

Chris wordlessly removed the rest of his pads, pulling at the velcro with more force than was necessary, all the while Mika watched him with furrowed brows.

“Hey, how about we grab a quiet drink somewhere, just the two of us?” he offered, quiet enough for Chris’ ears only.

“Mika-”

“One drink,” Mika pressed gently. “One drink and I swear I’ll let you go home to mope.”

“‘m not moping,” Chris groused as he stood and grabbed his towel.

“Sulk, then.”

Chris went to protest but stopped himself at the good-natured smile his best friend was giving him and simply sighed instead.

“Fine,” Chris conceded. “One drink.”

Chris didn’t see Mika’s triumphant little smile as he turned away to head to the showers but he knew Mika well enough to know that he’d be feeling rather pleased with himself right about now. He also knew that Mika would coax out the truth about what was truly bothering him, one way or another and he knew that would mean having to talk about you, which he truthfully didn’t know how he felt about. Perhaps it would be good to get it all out, to get a third party perspective on it all, but it still didn’t change what happened and it certainly didn’t change the fact that you were clearly moving on with your life.

The walk from Madison Square Garden was mostly silent but not uncomfortably so. Mika had found a quiet little piano bar in Chelsea that wasn’t too far and there was little chance of them running into any teammates. The pair slid into a booth near the back of the bar and shrugged out of their jackets, Chris picking up the menu and studying it intently as if that would stop Mika from pursuing whatever line of questioning he knew was imminent. Mika watched him, his usually soft eyes uncharacteristically keen while he waited. Chris could feel Mika’s gaze on him, steady and unwavering and after a few more breaths he put down the menu with a soft exhale. Better to rip the band aid off and get this over with.

“So what’s going on with you?” Mika asked.

“Wow, cutting right to the chase,” Chris remarked. “We’ve not even ordered our drinks yet.”

“Figured I’d get ahead,” Mika shrugged in reply, eyes still keen on Chris.

Chris paused for a moment and glanced around the bar, giving himself time to gather and order his thoughts. He supposed he didn’t need to start from the very beginning, given that Mika knew about you, at least in part.

“Remember when we met up after summer break and you asked me if there was a girl?”

“Yeah, which you denied pretty enthusiastically,” Mika replied, a little smile playing on his lips. “There was, wasn’t there? I knew you were bullshitting us.”

“It’s not as simple as that,” Chris shook his head.

“Sure it is. There either was a girl or there wasn’t.”

Chris exhaled.

“Remember that girl from college I told you about?”

“The one you lived with, right?” Mika asked.

“Yeah,” Chris answered, his eyes sad. “She was the only person I’ve ever loved, like truly loved.”

Mika nodded in wordless encouragement.

“And I messed up pretty bad,” Chris continued, his voice rougher than Mika had ever heard it. “I hurt her.”

“C’mon, Chris,” Mika said gently. “I know you and I know that you’d never hurt anyone intentionally.”

“Doesn’t matter if it was intentional or not,” Chris countered. “My actions hurt her. I thought in some stupid way that by doing what I did, I was protecting her but it wasn’t my decision to make. I left her behind in Boston because I thought I was doing right by her but I never even asked her what she wanted.”

“You were young, Chris,” Mika reasoned. “You made the decision you thought was right at the time.”

“Doesn’t mean it was truly the right one though, does it?”

Mika watched as Chris’ shoulders rose and fell with his sigh, giving him a moment before speaking again.

“So what happened?”

“I bumped into her,” Chris answered plainly. “In Rowayton of all places.”

“No shit,” Mika exhaled. “Did she recognise you?”

“I recognised her first.”

Mika chewed his lip for a moment while he processed Chris’ revelation.

“That’s… huge,” Mika said eventually, Chris merely nodding in response. “What happened? Did you talk to her?”

“Yeah,” Chris replied. “And we got talking and it was rough and she bolted, which is fair, y’know? But then I bumped into her again in Stamford.”

“Fuck,” Mika breathed. “Like bumping into her once? That’s nothing to really pay attention to, but twice?”

“Feels like some sort of shitty joke on the universe’s part, right?”

“Or divine intervention,” Mika offered. “If Irma were here she’d say that was a sign that the two of you weren’t done.”

“Oh, I think we’re pretty done,” Chris grimaced. “She’s been moving on.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Because she told me,” Chris said matter of factly.

“So you guys have been talking, then?”

“We met up again in person and talked more about stuff, y’know, about what happened with us. Since then we’ve exchanged a few texts here and there,” Chris confirmed. “And it kind of felt like things were going somewhere, I don’t know where exactly but… I dunno, it just felt less strained and maybe like something resembling friendship, and then she told me that she’d been on a date with a guy and that went well so they arranged a second one.”

“And how do you feel about that?” Mika asked.

“Like shit,” Chris replied bluntly. “And I know I have no right to because I’m not anything to her anymore, but…”

“It still hurts,” Mika nodded. “And it’s gonna. She was your girl, Chris. You loved her, that sort of stuff doesn’t just go away.”

“It has for her,” Chris countered.

“You don’t really know that,” Mika offered. “You don’t know what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling.”

“No,” Chris conceded. “But it’s been a decade and she’s dating and that’s enough of a sign. I couldn’t have expected her to still be waiting on me after all this time, not after what I did. So I told her I was happy for her but she’s left me on ‘read’.”

“Shit, Chris. I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is,” Chris shrugged, relieved at the sight of the waitress coming over to take their order and giving him a much needed reprieve.

To Chris’ surprise, Mika didn’t push the subject further once their drinks were ordered and conversation turned to Mika and Irma’s upcoming wedding. True to his word, Mika didn’t press Chris to stay for a second drink and the two parted ways with a hug and a goodnight, Chris taking the short walk home to his apartment while Mika grabbed an Uber.

Somehow the apartment felt emptier tonight, hollow even. Perhaps it was simply reflecting Chris’ energy right back at him, perhaps not, but as Chris hung up his jacket and kicked off his shoes he couldn’t help but pay attention to the ache that sat deep within his chest. It had been years since he’d come home to you, so long that, truthfully, he wasn’t even sure if he could really remember just what that was like. Your apartment together always smelled so good, Chris remembered that much, always a vanilla candle burning whenever you were home, and you would always call out ‘Marco’ to him whenever he stepped through the door, eagerly awaiting his ‘Polo’ in reply. You would repeat this until you finally got eyes on him, greeting him with a “hello, Marco” and a big smile. He never truly understood why you did it, but he would indulge you every single time without question.

The hurt washed over him again, like a rogue wave and he couldn’t help the quiet sniffle that escaped him. You’d never been in this apartment, he’d never experienced the grace of your presence in this space he called ‘home’ and yet tonight it seemed so barren without you, completely devoid of any vibrancy. He wondered how that was possible, how a space could miss something it never had, how his apartment felt as if it had a you shaped hole in it when it had never known anything other than Chris. Perhaps this place had never been whole and that it was only now, in the swirling waters of his hurt and grief, that Chris was realising it. Maybe it wasn’t the apartment at all that wasn’t whole, maybe it was Chris and he was beginning to wonder if he’d ever truly been whole since the day he closed the door on your shared home in Boston for the last time.

It took you three days to reply to Sam.

You’d picked up your phone to do it multiple times over the 72 hour period, even getting as far as opening the text conversation on a few occasions, but each time something stopped you right in your tracks. You couldn’t deny the fact that Chris had been on your mind more often than not over the last couple of days and that in itself was equal parts maddening and confusing. You were angry with yourself for allowing your mind to wander the way that it had, angry that you had let yourself slip but you continued to tell yourself that thinking about Chris subconsciously while you touched yourself meant nothing. It was the wine. It had to be the wine.

And yet despite this, you still hadn’t rushed to reach out to Sam either and perhaps that spoke even more volumes. You’d very quickly chased away the idea that you were hesitating because of Chris, it simply being too ludicrous to give any sort of meaningful acknowledgement, but you also couldn’t think of any other tangible reason for it either. Even as you finally text Sam back, there was the distinct sense that it was forced, something you hoped wouldn’t come across in your message, and even as you found yourself agreeing to date number three, it all just felt a little contrived. A little insincere. You hoped as the days passed that the feeling would dissipate, that the thoughts of Chris would recede like fog being chased away by the mid-morning sun and you would rekindle those feelings of initial excitement at the prospect of new romance, but as you stood in front of your closet ahead of your date trying to decide what dress to wear, you felt nothing.

The kiss Sam gave you as he picked you up didn’t flutter the butterflies in your stomach like it had done before and the feeling of your hand in his as you walked from the car to the restaurant felt foreign, wrong even. You’d suggested doing something different this time, like a movie or bowling, but Sam had insisted on taking you to dinner with the promise that you could choose the date activity next time. You couldn’t help but think back to your dates with Chris, the pasta making class he’d booked where you both left absolutely covered in flour, the time he took you ice skating, the time you made a Christmas wreath together for your apartment door. All the concerts, the plays, trips to bookstores and record shops, walks in the park with kisses that tasted of coffee and cake. Those dates in each other’s dorms where Chris would somehow manage to eat a 16 inch pizza to himself and still finish strong with a pint of ice cream. You smiled involuntarily at the memory before it quickly faded at the sound of the restaurant door closing behind you, bringing you back down to Earth.

You forced a smile through dinner, socially aware enough to know when to nod and laugh in all the right places, but you couldn’t deny the overwhelming relief in your chest when the check came. You’d hoped that Sam hadn’t noticed; he hadn’t seemed to but you then questioned whether he was simply being polite. He certainly seemed like that kind of guy. You cursed yourself. You cursed yourself for living inside of your own head, for thinking about Chris, for being a bad date. After all, this was what you wanted, right?

This was you, once again, trying to move on and move forward with your life, leaving the past in the past and all you seemed to get for your trouble was a ‘nearly but not quite’ version of the man you were trying to leave behind. There was nothing wrong with Sam, of course and in any other timeline, where your path never crossed Chris’, you were certain you could have had a fourth date with him, maybe even a fifth, to see where this would lead. But if this whole evening, this whole week, had achieved anything, it had simply reaffirmed what you already knew to be true in your heart, that you’d never really let Chris go and while some men might come close, there was nothing quite like the real thing.

It was too easy to let your mind drift during dinner, the conversation that had initially been scintillating suddenly feeling a little lacklustre through no fault of the man in your company and the bottle of Sangiovese he’d ordered for the table, a wine that Chris would order every single time, had you crawling back into those corners of your mind where you’d stored away every memory of every single date you ever had with Chris Kreider for the second time that night.

The evening ended with a chaste kiss on the cheek and a vague promise to do this again sometime, but instead of the disappointment you’d expected to feel, there was instead a strange and unexpected feeling that was akin to relief. No, clarity.

You weren’t over Chris, that much was clear as day to you now and for better or worse your heart still clung to the man who had both given you so many happy memories, so much joy, and had shattered your world. It was the reason why you’d accepted and reciprocated contact after a decade, why you hadn’t brushed him off, why you’d let him back into your life, even if you had been keeping him at arm’s length for the most part. Your reckless heart still called out to his, even if your cautious head was screaming at you to stay away, to be careful, to protect yourself. You couldn’t help but let him back in, because even if you couldn’t say that you truly forgave him for what he did, you could never say that you ever stopped loving him. Not really.

All you had to do now was to decide just what exactly you were going to do next.

The last thing Chris expected on a Tuesday night after a game at home to the Predators was a phone call from you and he found himself hesitating for a number of reasons, not least because of the late hour. This was the first time hearing from you since you’d left him on ‘read’ and if he was being truthful, he still wasn’t over the knock to his pride. But it was late and Chris knew that he would never forgive himself if you were in some sort of trouble and he ignored your call. It was that thought that had him reaching for his phone, a forced calmness in his voice as he answered.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you answered, a slight edge to your voice that Chris couldn’t quite place. “I just… I saw the game and I wanted to check in, make sure you were okay.”

Chris’ face flushed in embarrassment and he was thankful that you couldn’t see him at that moment. The game you referenced was nothing short of a shit show and Chris hadn’t seen much of the ice in the third period, the benching he received completely justified in his own opinion, but still stung nonetheless.

“I’m fine,” Chris lied. “Just have to correct the mistakes, learn from it and move on to the next one.”

It was such a PR friendly response, one he’d throw out during a postgame interview and he was so tired that he hadn’t even tried to mask the overly rehearsed delivery with something a little more sincere. He’d half hoped you wouldn’t notice but, of course, you’d prove him wrong. You always could cut right through all the smoke and the mirrors to get to the very heart. It was one of the things he’d always loved about you.

“I’m not a reporter, Chris,” you gently scolded. “Please don’t treat me like one.”

Chris had to swallow down a scoff at that. You were right, of course, you weren’t a reporter, but Chris also wasn’t sure just what the hell you were anymore. One thing he was certain of though was that he absolutely wasn’t about to take a lecture from you, not when he’d not heard from you for so long. Not with how things were left between you both. But Chris was tired. His body was tired, his mind was tired and his heart was tired. He didn’t have it in him to get into it with you. Not tonight.

“It was just a bad night,” Chris offered lamely. “I’ve gotta be better. No two ways about it.”

“I know you will be,” you replied, a genuine softness in your voice that Chris picked up on immediately. “You’ll make it right.”

Chris sat up at that, unsure if he’d imagined the veiled message behind your words, whether it was merely a trick of the mind or if there truly was so much more that you were saying.

“I hope so,” he managed after a breath or two. “I mean, I’m trying.”

“I know.”

Chris exhaled at that, his free hand coming up to rub his face. He was exhausted and he wasn’t sure he had the energy to play this perceived game of emotional chess with you. He figured he’d cut right to the chase.

“Why are you really calling, Pickle?” he asked, voice rough. “You just… ghosted me.”

“I know,” you replied quietly. “I’m sorry, Chris. I… I don’t know why I did that.”

“I meant it, y’know. I’m happy for you, I’m happy to see you finding happiness and someone who is good to you.” The sniffle on the other end of the line was barely inaudible and had you said something, anything, Chris would have missed it. “Pickle?”

“I’m sorry,” you breathed out, fighting hard to suppress the waver in your voice and taking a few breaths to compose yourself. “I should let you go to bed. You must be exhausted.”

“I’m alright,” Chris assured, not prepared to let this drop so easily. “What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing-”

“Please,” he cut you off firmly. “Don’t. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Lie to me,” he gritted. “Don’t lie to me.”

The silence through the phone was deafening and were it not for your tiny exhale on the other end of the line, Chris would have thought you’d gone completely. He wasn’t about to let this lie. You’d been the one to call him, after all and that meant something. It had to mean something.

“I just,” you started, after what felt like an eternity of silence and choosing your next words carefully. “It just didn’t work out between Sam and I.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

There was another pause.

“I’m sorry,” Chris said quietly after a moment.

“It’s… It’s just the way it goes sometimes.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Yeah, I guess it does.”

Chris paused for a few breaths, caught between wanting to push further and not wanting to seem intrusive. It wasn’t really any of his business why it didn’t work out between you and Sam, not really and yet he knew there was more to it. More that you weren’t saying for reasons he wasn’t entirely sure of but felt like he needed to know.

“What happened?” he asked eventually.

“We didn’t work out.”

“So you said,” Chris replied sceptically. “Okay, let me rephrase my question. Why didn’t you work out?”

You cursed him internally, both in knowing that he wasn’t about to let you deflect and because the nature of his question meant that you were really going to have to think about the way you would answer him.

“Because,” you started on the exhale of a breath, unsure even as the word came out of your mouth where you were going to go with this. What could you say? Tell Chris that you weren’t over him? That you called time on things with Sam because he simply wasn’t Chris? Sure, it was the truth, but it wasn’t something you were certain you were ready to share, not least because you knew you weren’t ready for the consequences of that, whatever they happened to be. “Because it just didn’t feel right with him. I don’t know how else to say it other than that.”

Chris knew that he wasn’t going to get anything more out of you and he wasn’t going to rock the boat by pressing the issue further and so, with reluctance, he dropped it.

“Well, if it doesn’t feel right then it doesn’t feel right,” he replied simply. “You can’t force that kind of thing.”

“No,” you agreed. “No, you can’t.”

There was a brief silence that descended between you, filled with all the words neither of you could say and weighted with feelings that you weren’t ready to openly express.

“I am sorry, though,” Chris said finally. “Truly.”

“Yeah,” you replied hoarsely. “Me too.” You hesitated a moment more before wishing Chris goodnight. “You really should get some rest.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he acknowledged, the hint of a smile in his voice. “I’m goin’.”

“Goodnight, Christopher.”

“G’night, Pickle,” he replied softly. “And please don’t be a stranger.”

You smiled at that, for the first time in days.

“I won’t. I promise.”

The next few weeks for Chris passed in what could only be described as a complete blur. The schedule somehow seemed more unforgiving than usual and Chris was desperately looking forward to the All Star Break where he could pause and finally catch his breath. He’d made no firm plans which, while not like him, he was content with. He’d toyed with the idea of booking a vacation somewhere warm, where he could bask in the feeling of the sun on his skin and sand between his toes, but the thought of travelling seemed like too much effort, even if St Barts was lovely at that time of the year. Perhaps he’d venture as far as Rowayton and blow the cobwebs away with fresh sea air, or perhaps he would stay in Manhattan and get lost in a good book. The latter sounded mighty tempting, especially as it had been a while since he’d spent a day wandering the city, going from bookstore to bookstore with plenty of coffee stops in between.

There might have been something else keeping him in the city, although Chris would never admit to it. He didn’t want to be that guy, the one waiting on you. He also didn’t want to just let you back in so easily. You’d ghosted him once, you could do it again. But even so, the frequency of texts seemed to increase with each day that passed and soon he found himself calling you on the way back from practice or on drives home from the airport, just as you called him on your commute home or while you were cooking dinner. It was nice, Chris thought. Nice to have you back in his life and nice to have something that could very easily fit the definition of friendship, especially after everything that had happened. Those calls soon became FaceTimes and before long it was a normal occurrence for Chris to catch up with you that way before turning in for the night.

It was the final away trip before the All Star break and he’d found himself in a hotel room in Pittsburgh. It was getting on for 9:30 and while some of the younger guys had taken themselves out into the city for drinks after dinner, Chris had been content to come back to the room, take as hot a bath as he could stand and catch an earlyish night. His book was already on the nightstand and he’d not long changed into a pair of loose cotton pyjama pants. He settled himself on the bed, propped up with every pillow at his disposal, and called you.

You groaned as you climbed into bed, your body aching in a way that it hadn’t for a very long time, although you supposed that’s what you got for leaving it so long to go back to the gym. The bath you’d taken had worked wonders for your muscles, that is, until it was time for you to get out and then it was as if your legs had completely forgotten how to do the whole standing thing. You’d made something akin to a nest with your pillows and scatter cushions, with your book and herbal tea sitting on the nightstand ready and waiting for you. Your phone vibrated beside the mug and you couldn’t help the smile on your face at the sight of Chris’ name on the screen, his call unexpected but welcome all the same.

You were still wearing your smile as you answered, Chris’ face soft and sleepy on your screen.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey, Pickle,” he said, voice a little tired. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I mean, I think I’ve broken my legs but that’s what I get for going to the gym.”

Chris laughed softly at that, a little smirk on his face as he spoke.

“You think they’re sore now, just you wait ‘til the morning.”

“Ugh, don’t,” you groaned. “The lift is out at work too so I’ve got like two flights of stairs to go up.”

“Yikes.”

“Eh, serves me right. How’re you anyway? How’s Pittsburgh?”

“I’m good,” Chris replied with a gentle smile. “Pittsburgh is cold. The guys went out for a beer after dinner but I came back, got a bath and figured I’d get a chapter in before turnin’ in for the night.”

“You old man,” you teased. “You shoulda got yourself out.”

“Nah,” Chris shook his head. “Just didn’t feel up to it tonight, besides, it means I get to catch up with you.”

You couldn’t help the flush in your cheeks at that and you hoped that Chris couldn’t read the bashful little smile that played on your lips. Your eyes flitted to Chris’ bare chest, somehow only just noticing that he was sans shirt and the heat in face seemed to burn hotter as your thighs pressed together of their own volition

“I wish I could say I had more news for you but I lead a very boring life,” you said, trying to keep your eyes fixed firmly on Chris’ face in the hopes that it would restore some kind of order to your body.

“How’s your mom?”

“She’s good,” you replied, swallowing thickly. “She’s uh taken up knitting so there’s just yarn everywhere.”

“Yeah?” Chris smiled. “She taking any requests? I could use a hat.”

“Not planning on shaving your head again are you?”

“You saw that?” Chris grinned.

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Yeah, I did.”

A weighted silence fell between you both, not uncomfortable but tinged with a sadness at the reference to your years apart. You winced internally at it, wishing you could take back your words. Chris spoke first, his voice soft and laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Well, I promise I’ve no plans to shave my head.”

“Good,” you replied, voice almost a whisper. “I mean, you can do what you want. It’s your head.”

Chris laughed then and it seemed to cut through the weird tension that had started to form, causing you to exhale a breath of relief. You smiled back at him.

“I’ll ask mom if she can make you a hat,” you added.

“I appreciate that, thank you.”

“Don’t come crying to me when she knits you some sort of beret.”

“Bold of you to assume that I didn’t want a beret,” he grinned. “I’m a very cultured guy.”

“Eating everything at a world buffet doesn’t make you a cultured guy, Chris,” you teased.

“Uhhhh, yes it does.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the silly little expression on Chris’ face and it was easy to let yourself get lost in how familiar this all felt. You’d always talk like this. Before you lived together you’d talk on the phone for hours in bed, Chris staying on the line with you until you’d fallen asleep because you refused to hang up, insisting that you weren’t tired. You wondered if he’d still stay on the line with you if you asked him to. You wouldn’t, of course, but you’d like to think he would.

“So what are your plans for next week?” you asked. “It’s the break, right? You jetting off somewhere exotic?”

“Nah,” Chris shook his head. “I thought about going away somewhere but I think I’m just gonna chill at home.”

“Sometimes that’s what you need,” you agreed.

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a good poke around a book store so I think I’ll take myself over to the Upper West Side and see what I can find.”

“That sounds like a really good plan, Chris,” you smiled. “It seems like the season’s been a rough one so far, I think it’ll do you good to recharge at home. Do the things you enjoy, y’know?”

“Would you um…”

Chris paused and you couldn’t help but notice the conflicted expression that had settled on his brow.

“Yeah?”

Chris exhaled.

“Would you like to maybe meet up for coffee sometime next week?”

“In Manhattan?” you asked, hoping you didn’t sound too taken aback.

“Or Hartford,” Chris rushed. “I could come to you. I mean, you’ll be working and I’ve got the time to spare so…”

“I could take some time off that I’m owed,” you offered.

“I- really?” Chris replied, a little stunned that you’d not rebuffed him.

“Yeah, then we’re not having to rush for me to get back to work” you nodded. “I mean, it’s been a minute since I’ve driven into New York so god knows how that’ll go.”

“I’ll come to Hartford,” Chris suggested. “It’ll be quieter anyways.”

“You sure? I don’t wanna put you out.”

“You’re not,” he assured. “I’m offering. New York traffic is bad enough, but when you’re not used to it it’s even worse. I’ll come to you, no trouble at all.”

“Okay,” you conceded. “Okay, yeah. That’d be great.”

“I’ll reach out when I’m back in the city and we can sort something out?”

“Yeah that sounds perfect, Chris,” you smiled softly.

There was a pause then, you both somehow managing to hold each other’s gaze through the screen. That warmth that had been in your face earlier had migrated to your chest and you couldn’t help but think how soft he looked propped up in bed. You were glad when Chris spoke again, his words stopping your thoughts from pushing the boundaries of appropriateness and straying into a territory you were trying your best to stay away from.

“I’ll let you get some rest. You look exhausted.”

“Gee, thanks,” you chuckled.

“You know what I mean.”

“I do,” you smiled softly. “You get some rest too.”

Chris wished you goodnight and ended the call, leaving you laid in bed with your heart racing as your mind wandered to all the coffee dates with Chris that had come before and you began to wonder just what this all was and how it would feel to see him again.

#my writing #it's all coming back to me fic #chris kreider fic #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl writing #hockey fic #hockey fanfiction

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infinitegalahad · 6 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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harlowhockeystick · 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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laurenairay · 14 days ago

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Passing out candy - C. Kreider

Summary: watching Chris interact with trick-or-treaters was far sweeter than you could’ve ever imagined.

The ninth of my Autumn & Halloween blurbs! Domestic bliss + kids + Kreider? I just had to.

Word Count: 694 words.

Tagging: @starshine-hockey-girl @tippedbykreider @lam-ila @kurlyteuvo @tonyspep

@cixrosie

“Are you sure we’re ready?”

Chris pursed his lips in thought, hands resting on his hips as he looked down at you.

“We have the pumpkins outside with the candles in already, and we’ve got the porch lights on to welcome the kids. We’ve both got capes and fake vampire teeth to quickly put on to answer the door. And we’ve definitely got enough candy,” he nodded.

You glanced over at the multiple buckets he’d filled up that morning and laughed softly nodding.

“I don’t think there’s anything else we’re forgetting?” you said.

“No I don’t think so either. Maybe some hot cider for us to drink between door bells?” he said hopefully.

The look on his face shouldn’t be so cute and yet here you were, utterly endeared.

“I can get that started if you put the first of the buckets ready by the door,” you mused.

“You’re the best,” Chris grinned.

No, that was definitely him.

Nevertheless, you put together the ingredients for a hot spiced apple cider, letting it simmer to perfection while Chris moved the candy and set up a Halloween movie to watch while you waited.

Once that doorbell started ringing though, it barely stopped. You didn’t know if it was just luck this year, or there just happened to be more kids in the neighbourhood, but you were right to buy the mountain of candy that you did.

Over the course of an hour, you gave up on putting in the vampire teeth every time so you could sip on your cider with ease but Chris never did, answering the door each time with matching enthusiasm. It was adorable, if you were being honest, and the way he interacted with the kids made you feel things that you didn’t think you’d ever feel this quickly.

DING DONG

Chris swung the door open, with you just off to his side, to be greeted with a group of nearly six kids, definitely all under the age of eight, dressed in all sorts of costumes. A classic ghost, some zombies, an angel, and another little girl dressed as the devil. So cute. You could see a couple of parents waiting at the end of the driveway so you sent them a friendly wave, earning waves back.

“Trick or treat!” they all cried out in unison and held out their plastic pumpkin buckets with grins on their faces.

It was all you could do to keep your smile from turning into something silly as Chris knelt down to their level and passed each kid a small handful of candy, telling each one how much he liked their costume, earning big smiles and a thank you each time. You could tell how much he was enjoying himself – and you could tell how quickly you were going to go through the candy at this rate – and by the time he was standing up again, you knew it wouldn’t be long before more kids came with the excited shrieks these kids gave as their raced back to the parents.

“The little one dressed as a devil was so cute with those missing front teeth,” he sighed, genuine smile on his lips as he closed the front door.

You waited until he pulled out the fake vampire teeth to lean up and give him a slow soft kiss, no words needed for how much you loved him in that moment.

“I can’t wait until you go trick or treating with our own little one in the future. You’re going to be the best Halloween dad,” you said softly, resting a hand over his heart.

You ignored how his chest swelled with pride slightly, focusing on the warmth in his eyes instead.

“You think so?” he asked, grinning down at you.

“I know so,” you nodded, no discussion needed.

This man was made to be a dad, you knew it in your bones.

“Until we get that chance, I’m going to be the best at passing out candy,” Chris said cheerfully.

You couldn’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes fondly. This man.

“You do that babe. In the meantime, I’m going to make us more hot cider.”

#my writing #lauren's autumn and halloween blurbs #chris kreider imagine #chris kreider x reader #chris kreider fic #chris kreider fanfic #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine

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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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chukys-mouthguard · 18 days ago

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what are the odds? | part 5

matt rempe x female reader; featuring numerous side characters

social media au!

part 4

your.name.here

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your.name.here what the cake says 💋

alleyrempe booking a flight and flying in asap

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user41048 wait what?! They were just together in Calgary and seemed good?! 😭😭😭

-> user62048 if they can’t last then i give up 🥲

addison.clark nothing some cake and wine can’t fix 😘

-> your.name.here more like lots of cake and wine

-> francesca.kreider i know a jacket we could burn 🙈

-> francesca.kreider but apparently chris said he gave the boy a talking to

-> addison.clark k’andre called him immediately lol, the boys aren’t letting him fuck this up

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-> your.name.here well maybe we don’t burn the jacket then just yet 😬

user31048 WHAT. HAPPENED?!

-> user63048 no clue because they were just at stampede…but seems like he did something

-> user63048 and kreider and k’andre are trying to help fix it lol

tybauer_ he says he’s sorry

-> your.name.here well he can tell me himself if that’s the case

mattrempe if you’d answer my texts and calls i could apologize

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mattrempe I’m sorry 😞

user20549 what did he do????

-> user52048 i don’t think it was something with another girl

-> user10459 it’s probably just been the pressure of the public on their relationship making them uncomfortable or something

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user07493 can she let him apologize so they can fix things? They look so happy together 😭

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mattrempe

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mattrempe hockey boy summer 😎

alleyrempe matthew rempe…the caption, really?

-> mattrempe i thought it was funny…

-> alleyrempe not with the shit you’ve got going on right now, it seems a bit like a dig

-> mattrempe let me get my shovel to get myself outta this hole 🫠

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user40275 soooo they aren’t together??

-> user10489 he says the caption was a joke, but it appears like a response to her post 😬

-> user70248 big yikes…

trevorzegras let me know if you ever want to pass along a few inches so i don’t look so damn short next to you big fella 😎

-> mattrempe i like my inches where they’re at 😎

chris.kreider dude, k’andre and I are gonna beat your ass

-> kandre.miller i like to think it’s one too many punches to the head that have him acting this way but…

-> mattrempe the caption was a joke! I’m sorry! 🙃

user20458 i feel like it’s something serious if they are all giving him so much shit…

-> user10383 did we all forget he’s literally 22? Like he probably did something dumb and they are just trying to help him fix what he had with her

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-> user10348 they probably see she’s good for him and just want him to fix it, i don’t think it was something bad

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your.name.here hockey boy summer must be real fun without me cheering you on

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your.name.here can you take a break from hockey boy summer for 5 minutes to talk??

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comphy-and-cozy · 2 years ago

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it’s the “i’m pregnant” one 🙂🐢

I gotchu, enjoy the angst 😇

Prompt: “I’m pregnant.”

Pairing: Chris Kreider x Reader (f)

Word Count: 846

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy (obviously), some language.

Parties are supposed to be fun, right?

You’re pretty sure they are, and yet you find yourself standing along the wall, taking measured sips of the cranberry and Sprite mocktail mix you threw together into a red solo cup. All your friends are in the room, mingling, laughing, cracking jokes, and somehow you can’t bring yourself to join them. Your sister catches your eye across the room, nodding her head and signaling for you to meet her in the kitchen.

“What’s going on with you?” she asks. “You’ve been acting weird all night.”

With a sigh, you set your drink down. If there’s anyone you can talk to, it’s her.

“You have to promise not to tell anyone,” you say, repeating the words you’ve said to her countless times throughout your life. But this time, you have an extra addition. “Chris — I haven’t told him yet.”

Her eyebrows raise, anticipating whatever it is you’re about to say as she’s silently sworn to secrecy.

“I’m pregnant,” you breathe, and your sister’s eyes widen.

“You’re what?”

Except the question doesn’t come from her, it comes from behind you — and you know that voice. Slowly, you turn to see the man in question standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

“Chris, I —”

“When were you gonna tell me?”

“I just — I only just found out, and I wanted to take another test to be sure,” you say, unable to keep the nerves out of your voice. Your sister casts a glance at you, and you break eye contact with the man standing in front of you for a brief moment to nod at her, letting her know it was okay for her to leave you two alone to finish your conversation. You could fill her in later; it’s clear that this, right now, with Chris, is more pressing.

Chris lets out a sigh as she steps around him, slipping out of the kitchen quietly. The silence that hangs between the two of you is deafening, with an expectant look and an eyebrow raise sent in your direction by two brown eyes.

“Is it mine?”

With a scoff, you roll your eyes at the audacity of his question. “Yeah, Chris. It’s yours.”

His shoulders seem to soften at your words, like he’d been expecting the opposite answer. He sits down across from you, reaching for your hand, which you promptly snatch away.

“What are we gonna do? Are you — ?”

“What are we gonna do? Chris, you broke up with me. You don’t get a say in this.”

Chris’ eyes cast down, looking at his lap. He wants to argue, to say that it’s half his kid, that he is part of this, too, but deep down he knows you’re right — and that he’d forfeited any say he did have in the matter. So instead he stays quiet, listening to the sound as you begin to sniffle, hot tears filling your eyes as you face the reality of your situation for the first time.

“I regretted it as soon as I left,” comes his quiet voice. You look up at him, his own eyes brimming with tears, too. “I was scared — of it — of my feelings for you.”

“If you’re scared of feelings, I can’t imagine how you’re going to feel about a baby,” you bite back, not bothering to hide the bitterness in your tone.

He laughs, even though the situation is far from funny. “Yeah. I won’t lie to you, it fucking scares me — hearing you say that made me… it terrifies me. And I’m sure it scares you too.”

Your eyebrows raise in mock agreement, sarcasm seeping out of every one of your pores. “Oh, you think so, Chris?”

He accepts it, knows he doesn’t really have the right to fight back or get angry, knows that he’s had this coming. He can feel the way you hurt, even from across the room, and it breaks his heart, much like he knows he did to yours.

“I know you probably don’t want to hear this,” he starts slowly, gauging your reaction. When you look at him, an already annoyed expression on your face, he’s tempted to shut up and leave the kitchen without a word. But he knows he can’t do that — not to you, and especially not now. “The truth is… I love you.”

Even you can’t hide the way your breath stops, lungs frozen for a moment at his confession.

“And even though it scares me, I care about you more than my fear. I don’t want you to have to be scared alone. So, if you want me to be, I’ll be there with you through this — whatever you decide to do.”

His words ring true, when seven months later he’s standing by your side, gripping your hand in his while he gently coaxes you through your final pushes of labor. Except this time, when he holds your baby girl in his arms for the first time, the tears in his eyes are ones of awe and joy. And this time, you couldn’t be happier.

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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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tippedbykreider · 2 years ago

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it's all coming back to me | c. kreider (part vii)

Part VI (because it's been a while!)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: slow burn, exes to lovers, relationship breakdown, swearing, alcohol, m*sturbation, 18+

Author's Note: Well friends, it's been rather a while, hasn't it? Here's a short little chapter to help me get back into the swing of things.

Tagging: @laurenairay; @thebookofmags; @whatishockey

As always, italics denotes a flashback

Chris woke a little after 7:30, his eyes gritty with a poor night’s sleep. He honestly felt as if he’d seen every hour of the previous night and wondered if he’d even slept at all. It wasn’t for lack of trying; the effects of a long trip west weighed heavy on him and his body cried out for the good kind of sleep that would give his weary bones time to rest, but his mind had taken itself off to the races and resisted any and all attempts Chris made to quieten it.

The image he’d conjured up in his mind of you tangled up in sheets with another man was burned into the back of his eyelids and made his whole chest ache. He knew he had no right, of course, no right at all but the longer he allowed himself to think about you with Sam, the more the jealousy simmered in the pit of his stomach. That jealousy would haunt his dreams and bring nothing but a heaviness that hung around his neck like a lead weight as he pulled himself from bed.

Chris exhaled as he looked at his reflection in the mirror while his hand tugged at the tie he’d put on not a moment earlier. It had felt too much, too stifling and yet, now that it was loose around his neck, with his slightly too big shirt, he was wondering if he would look too underdressed without it. He knew you wouldn’t mind either way, of course, but he couldn’t help but think that an official first date was deserving of a tie.

He’d booked a little Italian restaurant not too far from campus, the kind of place with the red gingham tablecloths and tall candles stuck in the top of wine bottles. It wasn’t the sort of establishment that demanded a tie and Chris knew this, but when he thought of you and thought about the bouquet of red roses he had sitting in a stolen ice bucket filled with water on his nightstand, he felt that a moment like this one deserved all the fanfare and ceremony. You deserved the fanfare and ceremony.

He left his dorm a little after 6:40, the roses wrapped in brown paper and clutched in his hand. His heart hammered in his chest, betraying the gentle pace with which he strolled across campus. It took every ounce of self-restraint to keep his strides slow and steady, the adrenaline coursing through him was screaming at his legs to go faster while the little voice in his head told him that he didn’t want to be late. That was an impossibility, though. He’d already given himself ten minutes more than he needed to make the short walk to your dorm. He then wondered if he was then going to be too early and if he should stop at one of the benches for a sit down.

‘That would look too weird,’ he thought to himself. ‘Maybe I’ll just loiter outside the dorm- wait, no, that would look even weirder.’

He shook his head, making a conscious effort to keep his pace and not crush the stems of the roses he was carrying perhaps a little too tightly in his hand. He was eight minutes early when he arrived outside of your dorm and he began to wonder what the etiquette was when it came to picking someone up for a date. How early was too early? Should he leave, circle the block and come back? Should he just knock and wait outside if you weren’t ready? No, because then you’d feel inclined to rush and he didn’t want that.

‘I’ll circle the block, that’ll kill some time,’ he decided, turning away from the door.

He’d only made it a few feet or so when the click of the door opening and your voice calling his name stopped him in his tracks, suddenly aware of how this might look to you.

“I wasn’t bailing, I swear,” he said, the words whooshing out of his mouth quickly as he turned. “I just got here early and I didn’t wanna bother you in case you weren’t ready so I thought I’d walk around the block to kill time and then you opened the door and I know how it looks but I promise, I swear, I wasn’t standing you up-”

“Chris,” you cut him off gently. “It’s okay, I didn’t even know you were here. I was ready early so I thought I’d come downstairs and wait for you outside and then, well, here we are.”

“Oh.”

Your eyes moved to the bouquet of roses still in his hand, Chris noticing immediately and seeming to straighten his posture, as if he suddenly caught himself and hit the reset button.

“These are for you,” he said as he offered the blooms to you. “I don’t know if you have a vase.”

“I do,” you replied with a soft smile as you looked down at the red petals. “They’re beautiful, Chris. Thank you.”

“I know they’re cliche but… I don’t know, the lady in the store asked me what your favourite flower was and I didn’t know so she suggested those.”

“Sunflowers,” you said softly.

“Well, now I know for next time.”

You surveyed him for a moment, relieved in some strange way to feel the nervous energy pouring off him because at least then you knew that it wasn’t just you. You didn’t exactly know why you were so nervous; after all, it was dinner with Chris and you’d had dinner with Chris before. But it was also so very different to any other dinner you’d shared before. This wasn’t burgers and fries while you both studied, or late night pizza, this was dinner, with candles and tablecloths and Chris in a shirt and tie. It was weighted with importance and significance, it was the precipice of something more, something new.

“I should put these in some water,” you said after a few moments of stillness. “Then we can head out if you’re ready?”

“Yeah,” Chris nodded, his voice uncharacteristically gruff like it had been lodged somewhere in his throat and he was forcing it out. You gave him a reassuring smile before turning to reopen the door to your dorm.

“Hey, Pickle?” Chris called out after you, halting you in your movements and turning you back to look at him.

“Yeah?”

“You look beautiful.”

The heat rose in your cheeks quickly as your hands came up instinctively to smooth down the dress you’d settled on only half an hour earlier.

“It’s not too much?” you asked.

“Not at all,” he replied with a gentleness that knocked you back a bit. “I mean, I’m wearing a tie, so.”

You smiled at that, both at his attempt to soothe your worries and at the sudden realisation of just how awkward he looked in his too big shirt and tie.

“We’ll be the fanciest people in the restaurant,” he added with a grin, one which you returned in earnest before heading inside your dorm to place the roses in some water.

When you returned two minutes later, Chris extended his hand out to you, which you took without hesitation, something which surprised you both but was never acknowledged by either, especially with how right it felt to have your hand in his. His palms were rough, you noticed, but not overly so and his fingers were long and slender, seeming to envelop your own hand with ease. You noticed him slow his own steps to better match your pace, which you were thankful for on account of the small heels you were wearing. Neither of you spoke very much, whether through fear of exhausting the conversation before you even reached the restaurant, you could not say for certain, but the silence wasn’t stifling by any means; then again, you supposed it never was with Chris. You’d always been able to just enjoy each others’ company without the need for unnecessary words, it was one of the things you liked most about him.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Chris stepped into the role of perfect gentleman with great ease, opening the door for you, pulling out your chair and pouring you a glass of water when it was brought to the table, and yet there was still something off about him and his movements. Something that seemed uncomfortable. It was only when you saw his hand go to the tie around his neck for the fourth time since you’d arrived that you put two and two together.

“Chris,” you said gently. “You can take the tie off, y’know.”

“I’m fine,” he replied unconvincingly. “It’s fine.”

“Really? Because you’ve been pawing at it since we got here.”

You could have sworn the tips of Chris’ ears went bright red, even in the low light of the restaurant.

“Come on,” you coaxed gently. “You really don’t need to wear that on my account. I’d much rather you be comfortable.”

The look of relief on Chris’ face was unmistakable, his eyes thankful as he pulled at the tie knot to loosen it, before slipping it over his head and stuffing it into his pants pocket.

“Pop a button or two, while you’re at it,” you instructed, nodding towards his shirt and smiling at how his whole demeanour seemed to change once the tie was gone and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. “Better?”

“God, yes,” he nodded. “I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea.”

“Because first dates are kind of a big deal,” you offered with a reassuring smile. “It’s the same reason why I wore this dress, I wanted to look good for you.”

“You always look good.”

“Not true,” you countered.

“Yeah it is. I’ve seen you in leggings and an old sweatshirt when you’ve not slept for days and I still think you’re as beautiful as you are now.”

“Chris,” you mumbled, your face burning white hot again.

He reached across the table for your hand then, holding it as he brushed his thumb across your knuckles.

“I wish you saw yourself how I see you,” he said, voice quiet and sincere. “God, since that first day at that coffee stand. You’ve had me, you’ve had me this whole time.”

Your eyes had never left Chris while he spoke and not for one single second did you see any sign of insincerity, the kind that you’d seen guys wield in the hopes of getting inside of a girl’s pants. His expression was set in a kind of gentle stoicism that you’d learned was something that was so uniquely Chris, that special kind of duality that pulled you right in and now that you were swimming in it, you weren’t sure you ever wanted to get out. Being his friend had always been so easy, natural even and while you’d spent the best part of a week trying to figure out how that would translate into being something that was more than friendship, looking into his eyes now you wondered how you’d ever questioned it. Chris was right, you did have him this whole time and you knew that Chris had you too.

“I feel the same,” you managed, your voice stuck somewhere in your throat. “It’s always been so easy, hasn’t it?”

“The easiest,” Chris nodded, still holding your hand. “Which is how I know that this, us, is gonna be amazing.”

You smiled, big and bright and Chris matched it with a grin of his own, the kind that travelled all the way up to his eyes and made them crinkle slightly around the corners. You wondered how he would look in 10 years from now, whether those eyes would bear the soft creases of every smile he ever wore and whether you would be the one to give them to him. You hoped so.

It was around three hours later when Chris was draping his jacket around you as he walked you back to your dorm. The conversation had continued long after the plates had been cleared away and you’d been thankful to the restaurant staff for leaving the two of you be, even though it was a Saturday night and busy. You wondered if Chris had told them you were both there on a date, especially when dessert came with an artistic chocolate sauce love heart on the plate and two spoons. Chris had insisted on paying, despite your protests and the twinkle in his eye as he assured you that you could get the next one told you that the chances of that actually happening were about as high as snow in July. You hadn’t really been on many dates before this one, so the reference chart for comparison was admittedly a little sparse, but you could hand on heart say that this had been the best date you’d ever been on and now that you were both nearing your dorm, you weren’t quite ready for it to end.

Chris stood with you as you fished your keys out of your purse, smiling softly as your hand re-emerged with them.

“You could have just dropped me at the front of the building, y’know,” you said.

“I said I was walking you home, didn’t I?”

“Well, yeah but-”

“And this is home, right?” Chris interrupted gently with a grin.

“It is,” you smiled, unable to argue with his logic. “Thank you for walking with me and thank you for tonight. I had a lot of fun.”

“Me too,” he replied softly. “I’d really like to do this again sometime soon.”

“You know you’ll see me on Monday, right?”

Chris smiled again at that.

“Thank god,” he added.

Your eyes drifted across his features before settling on his lips, your body instinctively gravitating towards his.

“So Monday, then?” you whispered as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you to him.

“Monday,” he nodded. “I’ll be the cute guy outside your dorm with the coffee.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head.

“You’re terrible.”

“The worst,” he grinned, leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss that knocked the air right out of your lungs.

Your hand came up to settle on the back of his neck as you kissed him back, slow but sure, while your body curved into his further. Your mouths moved in perfect harmony, neither of you taking more than the other and neither of you wanting to be the first to pull away. Eventually, Chris did though and your lips and body ached at the loss of him.

“I should head back,” he gritted.

“Yeah,” you replied a little breathlessly. “Yeah, okay.”

Chris cupped your face in both of his hands and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“G’night, Pickle.”

“Night, Chris.”

You watched as he turned away and set off walking down the hallway, smiling as you saw him give a little wave before he disappeared down the stairwell and desperately trying to ignore the wanting ache that had ignited deep in your stomach.

You half stumbled through your front door somewhere between 11:30 and midnight; time seemed to have gotten away from you between the good conversation and the good food and the good wine. Your lips were still tingling from the goodnight kiss Sam had given you and had you not already agreed to visit your mother in the morning, you’d have had no second thoughts about inviting him in to continue your date well into the night. You couldn’t remember the last time a man had warmed your bed and the bottle and a half of Primitivo had done nothing but smash your sensibilities into a thousand tiny pieces and stoked the fire at the heart of your core until it was burning white hot with want and need.

Your clothes were left discarded on the floor, marking a trail right up to your bedroom where you found yourself under the sheets with your desire and your hand between your thighs. You’d surprised yourself with how wet you were, the feeling of slickness beneath your fingertips something that felt so foreign and yet so familiar. You couldn’t remember the last time you had touched yourself like this and couldn’t quite work out the reasons why you hadn’t made your pleasure a priority. Perhaps it was because you were more often stressed than not these days; perhaps it was something else. Your head arched back into the pillow as you brushed your fingers through your folds, fingertips grazing little circles against your clit that made your toes curl and breath hitch.

You focused on the feeling, listening to your body and its pleas for more; more pressure, more speed, a change in rhythm. Like a river winding through a valley, you followed its course, giving in to the ebb and flow until your fingers were moving on instinct rather than conscious thought. Your mind strayed and before long you were lost in the feeling of hands on your skin, the sensation so real that you could’ve sworn that you weren’t alone in your bed. Phantasmal fingertips brushed against your ribs, the touch delicate yet with a hint of roughness that came from calloused fingertips. Your moan came on the exhale of your breath as your fingers found themselves pushing past your entrance and to the velvet spot inside of you that you hoped would be your undoing.

You imagined the feeling of lips on your neck, nipping and sucking at the crepe-like flesh while stubble grazed against your skin. You moan again and the smile you swear you can feel at your neck is so familiar and yet you won’t let yourself close your eyes to really see the man who was in your every thought and clouding your every sense. The pace of your fingers quickened, brushing against your gspot with every pass and tightening the knot that sat deep in your belly as the feeling of phantom stubble crept across your chest towards your breasts. Your mind went to Sam, clean-shaven Sam and you immediately squeezed your eyes shut, unable to reconcile the image with the imagined sensation.

It was not darkness you were plunged into with the closing of your eyes, but an old, deep forest that was all bark and moss. It felt like safety, home even, despite being completely surrounded by it and soon any trace of Sam disappeared from your mind and all you could focus on was the building of your orgasm that was primed and poised like a coiled spring. The forest receded as you hurtled towards your release and it was then you realised that it hadn’t been a forest at all, it was eyes you’d been lost in; eyes that were so familiar you’d have recognised them anywhere, any time. Eyes that belonged to Chris Kreider.

You withdrew your hand immediately, like you had just been scalded and your eyes flew open to look at the ceiling, tears suddenly welling and clinging to your lash-line. Your chest rose and fell shallowly, an unmistakable quake on every exhale of breath and a lump in your throat that you just couldn’t swallow away. Despite the water in your eyes you could still see Chris, clear as day and even as the tears slipped out of your eyes and down your face, it did nothing to wash the image away and only ripped the sobs from your chest.

You awoke the next morning to an unwelcome but unsurprising thudding in your temples which seemed to echo behind your eyes. You glanced over at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand and groaned audibly. You were meant to be at your mother’s in exactly thirteen minutes and you felt in no shape to be driving across Hartford. You sent your mom an apologetic text, stating that you’d had a late one and wouldn’t make it this morning but promised to come over some time in the afternoon. You knew you’d be lectured but that particular telling off was better than the one you’d receive if you didn’t go at all.

There was a text from Sam too, you noticed, yet you couldn’t quite bring yourself to open it, instead lingering on your last conversation with Chris. You had no reason to text him; in fact, you hadn’t quite known what to say after his last text message and so you simply left him on ‘read’; but you knew that the longer you left it, the harder it would be to talk to him again. Although you supposed that maybe wasn’t such a bad thing, especially after your brain had Shanghai’d you in the middle of masturbating, although you’d resolved that it was the wine responsible. It was easier that way. It was then you came out of your messages completely and replaced your phone on the nightstand. You’d text Sam back later.

You would.

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