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(day eight) perfect time , artturi lehkonen

note, this fic is part of my christmas series called taylor's very merry christmas series. check out this masterlist for the rest of the series. pair, artturi lehkonen x reader summary, artturi had been planning on proposing for months, but could never find the right time. that perfect time finally presents itself when they're both covered in snow. warnings, none word count, 1493 words

gif credit to @gabelandeskog

Artturi had been trying to find the perfect time for months. During Valentine's day? No, that was to cliche. Your birthday? Nah, he didn't like that idea. Your anniversary? Also to cliche. After winning the cup? He tried to do it then, but you were either pulled away or were both too drunk to remember.

Artturi had been waiting for literally a year.

He couldn't wait another year, so he knew he had to do it soon. When he was gonna do it was up to fate.

You were decorating your house for Christmas. Due to the break being so short, you weren't able to visit Artturi's family, so it was just the two of you this year.

"Where does this one go?" Artturi asked, holding up one of the ornaments.

"There." When it came to the Christmas tree, everything had to be perfect, and Artturi was there to help. You took a step back to marvel at your work.

"It looks good." He complimented.

"It's missing something." He raised a brow, but unfurrowed it when he noticed the item in your hands, "The star."

"How're we gonna get it up there?"

"I'm gonna go on your shoulders."

"Yeah, no." He shook his head, "That sounds like a one-way ticket to the emergency room."

"Come on, you aren't tall enough even when you're standing on a chair..."

"Debatable, and rude." He butts in.

"... But if I'm you're shoulders, then we'll be tall enough." You told him as if you were explaining it to a toddler.

"Y/N now isn't really the time to be injured." He pointed out.

"Oh, come on. I'll be quick." You pleaded, "If it really bothers you, we can always call Mikko or Dermy. I think he might be the tallest guy on the team." You pulled out your phone, ready to call.

"No," He let out a defeated sigh, "Fine. We'll do it."

"Yay!" You grabbed a chair from the kitchen and stood on top of it, star in hand. Artturi bent down so you could climb onto his shoulders. When you were sure you were secure, he stood up carefully.

He held onto your legs so tight, you could barely move, but you could practically feel the panic and nervousness radiating off his body. He walked you both over to the tree, and you could definitely reach it, but you wanted to mess with Artturi.

"I can't quite reach it."

"You know what? We have a ladder." He reminded you, stepping back towards the chair.

"No, I got it. I just need to go a little higher." You told him, holding onto a branch of the tree so he couldn't go too far.

"Fine." He let go of your legs a little, giving you some space to push up a little. You let out a groan when you couldn't quite reach it.

"I can't get it." You kept going, "Do you think you could go a little higher? Maybe on your tippy-toes?"

"If I go that high, not only are we gonna go toppling over, the tree is going down with us."

"Just a little more." You begged.

He relented, and you felt all his muscles straining as he held both himself and you on the tops of his ties, "I can't reach it." You told him.

"That's it!" He shouted, planting his feet on the ground, "I'm done. We're done. I'll get the ladder or we'll call someone, but I'm done."

"Wait, wait, no, I'm kidding!" You exclaimed with a laugh, right before he bent down to set you back on the chair, "I can reach it. Go back."

He let out a groan but walked over to the tree, letting you reach up easily and slip the star onto the top of the tree, "See? That was easy."

"Yeah, that's easy for you to say." He rolled his eyes as he made his way over to the chair and set you down. When you were finally off his shoulders, he dropped to the ground.

"Oh, I'm not that heavy." You softly kicked him.

-

You went to sleep with a yard full of grass and woke up with a yard full of snow. You woke up before Artturi, so you woke up and did your regular morning routine, and headed to the kitchen to make coffee, but when you looked out the window, you were met with a field of snow instead of grass.

Your eyes practically bulged out of your skull as you looked at the snow. You set your mug down and ran back into your room where Artturi was still peacefully sleeping.

"Wake up!" You shouted, hopping onto the bed and jumping, startling him awake.

"What the heck?!" He shouted.

"It snowed." You told him, jumping into a sitting position in the middle of the bed, "Come on, we have to make a snowman and snow angels and maybe even a snow village."

"Yeah, you have fun with that." He grabbed the comforter and shoved it over his head.

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun." You grabbed the comforters off his body, "I'll make hot cocoa and we can do nothing for the rest of the day."

"Nothing?" He raised an eyebrow.

"We'll be so boring, paint drying will be more entertaining." He thought about it before throwing the covers off his body and heading into the closet to get warmer clothes, "That's the spirit!" You followed after him.

You soon found yourselves shin-deep in snow. Artturi was very busy making his snowman while you plotted a plan of attack. Attack of what?

Snowballs.

"I'm gonna go get a carrot." He headed back inside but stopped when you pelted him in the back with a snowball. He turned around and narrowed his eyes at you playfully, "That's just cold. A backshot? Come on."

You balled up another snowball and threw it at him, hitting him in the chest. You laughed when he gaped at you, looking similar to a fish out of water.

"Come on, Lehky!"

"Game on!" He balled up a snowball of his own and threw it at you, but you dodged it just in time. Sadly, the second time around, you weren't so lucky.

Eventually, you both ended up in the snow, laying next to each other, a laughing mess, "See? Wasn't this better than laying in bed?"

"Sort of." You propped yourself up on your elbows as you stared at him, "Well, at least in bed, I could feel my fingers."

"Not my fault you didn't wear gloves."

"'Cause I gave you mine!"

"And they thank you very much." You laughed, laying back down next to him. You stared up at the sky that was nothing but white, but Artturi wasn't looking at the sky, he was looking at you.

He felt a tightening in his gut, and he knew what it meant, "I need to get something. I'll be right back." He got up and ran inside. You watched him, a perplexed look on his face.

He came back less than a minute later, looking more nervous than he was when he ran inside, "You okay?"

"Yeah." His voice was all high-pitched and you could hear the anxiety.

"What's wrong?" You asked, taking off his glove and reaching up, placing your hand on his cheek.

"I've been trying to find the perfect time to do this, but could never and I think this is the perfect time." He pulled the ring box out from behind his pocket and you felt yourself stop breathing.

"I had a speech prepared in February, but it doesn't feel right now. This is all very spontaneous, so I don't have one prepared. I'll make it quick and simple." He got down on one knee next to you.

"You are the very best thing in the world. Even more than hockey or porridge." You both laughed tearfully, "You mean so much to me. You moved to another country for me, and that..." He let out a breath, "I don't even have any words to explain how much that means to me." You smiled.

"There aren't enough words in the world to express how much I love you." He finally opened the box, revealing the ring. It shimmered and shined in the sun as his hands shook.

"Will you marry me?" He asked, the look on his face tells you he's unsure if you'll say yes.

You laughed, "God, of course, I will, you goof!" You threw your arms around his neck. He let out a breath in relief and you felt his entire body intense, "What? Did you think I would say no?"

"I honestly didn't know what you'd say."

"Then you don't know me very well." You joked, pulling away so he could slip the ring don't your finger.

"Well, now we have a lifetime to figure each other out."

"You're so cheesy." You scrunched your nose.

"You're stuck with me now." He smiled.

-

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Just Between Us

Summary: You knew when you met Artturi that he was to young for you. Still, that didn’t stop you from falling for him.

Player: Artturi Lehkonen

Word Count: 1.9k

Requested: Hello! could do a imagine with Artturi Lehkonen where he falls in love with an older woman, but she is afraid that everyone can criticize her and offers him to have a secret relationship and he accepts even reluctantly wanting everyone to know about the courtship between both. I love your writing! 💕

You met Artturi in a club. The music was loud and you were both a little tipsy and probably not making the best decisions. You could tell just by looking at him, his clothes, the way he carried himself that he was younger than you. However, it was late at night and the atmosphere had you feeling some kind of way. He was cute. So, when he asked you to dance… you said yes.

You ended up in the back of an Uber before the club had closed down, abandoning your group of friends. You arrived back at your house and there was very little conversation. The words exchanged between the two of you would not be classified as small talk.

The next morning, you didn’t wake up until eleven and you were sporting a hangover and a collection of hickeys all over your body. You supposed you deserved that for hooking up with someone so much younger than you. You also deserved to wake up alone, because that’s what happened when you hooked up with attractive guys who were noticeably younger than you.

You took popped a few pain killers to help with the hangover and went about getting ready for the day. It wasn’t until after you’d done your makeup and dried your hair that you walked out of your bathroom and noticed something written on a sticky note on the bedside table opposite of where you’d woken up.

You picked it up and read it over a few times, laughing a little as you did. I had a great time with you last night. At the club. Not the sex. That was good too. I’ll stop, just text me.

Underneath the messy handwriting was a phone number. You almost threw the sticky note away. You didn’t need to be getting involved with a younger guy. That was the last thing you needed, actually. However, some nagging feeling in the back of your head stopped you. Maybe it was the amazing sex. Maybe it was the way he’d made you laugh in the club. You didn’t know. Whatever it was, you placed the note back on the end table and went about your day, the boy from the club rarely leaving your mind.

****

It wasn’t until the next day that you finally broke and entered his number into your phone. It was a day after that when you texted him for the first time. You didn’t know what exactly to say so you tried a few different things. Hey, it’s the girl from the other night. No. Hey, remember leaving me your number a few days ago? No. Hey, if you’re up for it, we could check out another club this weekend. That was probably the best it was going to get.

You pressed send and waited for a response. You waited for a long time. Eventually he did respond, I’m going to be out of town for work until Wednesday. How about when I get back we go out for dinner instead?

You paused when you read this. He couldn’t have been any older than twenty-five and that was just a guess. What job did he have where he was traveling out of town for a week at a time? Better question, why did he want to take you to dinner. You were thirty. At least five years older than him.

However, there was that nagging feeling again, and you couldn’t turn him down. Yeah, that sounds nice. Just let me know when.

You texted back and forth with him for a few more hours that night before you finally fell asleep, phone still in your hand waiting for his next response.

****

He texted you the name of the restaurant, the time he would pick you up and then followed it with a second message that read, wear something nice. You stared at your phone, confused. Then decided to google the restaurant.

It was a very nice restaurant. Too nice.

You texted him back, I can’t let you spend that kind of money.

He responded quickly with, It’s nothing. Be ready at six.

Insane. But you did as he asked, wearing a dress and a pair of heels from the back of your closet. When he picked you up, he actually came to your door which you hadn’t expected. He opened the car door for you. A very nice car. You were seriously beginning to wonder if you’d just agreed to go on a date with a drug dealer or someone with connections to some powerful crime family.

You didn’t figure out who he was until you were at dinner and the waiter addressed him by his name after taking his drink order, “I’ll have that right out for you Mr. Lehkonen.”

You’d turned from watching the waiter disappear around the corner to stare at Artturi. “Okay, what’s going on? Do you like own this place or something?”

He laughed, “No.”

“Then how did the waiter know your name?” You asked.

Artturi shrugged, “He must be a hockey fan. The boys and I come here a lot. We tip well. The servers tend to like us.”

You stared at him blankly for a moment, then slowly the pieces clicked together. A foreign guy in his mid-twenties with a shit ton of money to burn living in Canada who travels a lot for his job. You suddenly realized where you’d heard his name before. “You’re a hockey player?” You asked hesitantly, dumbfounded.

He nodded slowly, “You didn’t know that?” He asked, “Most people around here know.”

“I’m not big on sports,” you said, “I don’t dislike them… I just don’t have the attention span to follow a team for an entire season.”

He frowned, nodding again. “Maybe you could come to a game sometime. You might like it. It’s different, being there I mean.”

You smiled at him, “I would like that.”

****

You went on four more dates over the course of five more weeks before he brought up you going to a game again. He mentioned it casually while you were waiting in line for movie tickets. “There’s a game tomorrow night. It’ll be a good one. I could get you tickets if you want to come.”

You stared at Artturi, surprised for a moment. Then slowly nodded, “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

He smiled at you, “The game starts at seven, but you should get there early for warm-ups.”

Again, you nodded.

When he dropped you off that night, you didn’t want him to leave. So, when he walked you to the door, you invited him inside for a drink. You never made it to the alcohol.

****

They won. They won and much to your surprise, you had enjoyed the game. He’d skated over to you a few times during warm ups to show off what he could do with the puck and you’d laughed at how proud he looked.

After the game, you left. Heading home with a smile on your face. You got a text not long after from Artturi, where are you?

Home.

The dots appeared and disappeared a few times before a message finally came through, why didn’t you come down? That’s what the pass was for. I wanted the guys to meet you.

You frowned, staring at the message for a long moment and contemplating a response. Were you letting this go to far? You couldn’t actually start a relationship with Artturi. You’d learned since you started seeing each other that he was only twenty-four. A year younger than you had originally guessed. Not only was it unrealistic to date someone that much younger than yourself at your age, but he was under the constant watchful eye of the media.

You didn’t need all of the hockey world judging you for robbing the cradle.

I don’t think that would be a good idea.

He responded quickly with, why not?

What if it gets out that you’re seeing a 30-year-old woman? I don’t think we should see each other anymore.

Again, he spent a very long time typing the message before it came through. Finally, when it did, all he’d said was, I’m coming over.

****

You opened your door and he waited for you to motion him inside before walking around you and into the house. “Why does it matter?”

You closed the door behind him, “Why does what matter?”

“If people find out that we’re seeing each other,” he stated, clearly annoyed. “Why does that matter?”

“It matters because I don’t want that kind of negative attention, Artturi,” you said, “and as much as you make it sound like you don’t care I know you would.”

He shook his head, a sigh falling from his lips. He didn’t want this to end. He didn’t want to stop seeing you. He hadn’t had as much fun with a woman as he had with you in the past month as far back as he could remember. “I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend tonight, and now you’re telling me that you don’t want to see me anymore.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t expected that. You hadn’t expected him to want to commit to you. Now that the option was on the table, that same nagging thought was in the back of your head that had stopped you from throwing away his phone number all those weeks ago. You didn’t want to walk away from it. You didn’t want to walk away from him. “It isn’t that I don’t want to see you,” you said. “It’s just that I don’t want people judging us for it. I don’t want people to know.”

He frowned, “What are you saying?”

“What if we just kept it a secret?” You said, “Just the two of us. At least for now.”

He stared at you, contemplating his answer. It was an easy one, really. He knew that he wanted to be with you. He knew that he didn’t want to walk out that door in a few minutes knowing that he’d just walked away from an opportunity to be with you. Though a part of him was hoping that if he hesitated long enough, you would decide that you would date him like a normal person. You wouldn’t make him sneak around behind his friends backs and hide everything from the media.

He didn’t think you realized that this would mean you couldn’t keep going out in public together all the time. You couldn’t go out multiple nights a week like normal couples did. Not with the media nosing around in his life. Not if you wanted the secret to remain a secret.

You weren’t changing your mind. You were holding his stare, waiting for an answer.

Finally, when he decided that you weren’t going to budge on this, he took a step forward and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a kiss. When he pulled away he looked down at you and said, “If you want to be my girlfriend in secret, then that’s what we’ll do.”

You smiled up at him and hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest. Over the top of your head, he stared at the moonlight shining in through the window and frowned.

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should have

request: Request: 47. “I think you’re really pretty.” - “Thanks, I think I’m really pretty too.” with Artturi Lehkonen

prompt: “I think you’re really pretty.” - “Thanks, I think I’m really pretty too.” / number 47 off of this list with Artturi Lehkonen.

summary: two times Artturi should have asked you out and the one time he did.

warnings: mentions of alcohol

word count: 1.7k

Moving to Montreal was probably one of the best decisions you made in your life. Not only did the move further your career, but you were introduced to some people that were quickly some of your best friends.

Not to mention, the guy who lived in the apartment across the hall from yours was extremely cute.

Except, you hadn't actually ever talked to the boy that you only occasionally passed in the lobby and or saw getting off the elevator. You were a pretty big hockey fan, so you knew who he was. The Habs’ very own, Artturi Lehkonen lived across the hall from you. Also, you had pieced it together when you saw his Montreal Canadiens hockey bag, the amount of hockey sticks that came in and out of his apartment, and the literal team of boys that he would hang out with. 

But luck was not always on your side, because that’s how life goes sometimes, and you ended up having a terribly long day at work. To top it off, your plans for the night were canceled. Honestly, you didn't mind staying in nine times out of ten, but you had been looking forward to grabbing dinner with your friend. 

So you were in a bad mood all around when there was a knock on your door. You weren’t expecting anyone, so the sound understandably startled you. As you reached the door, you looked through the peephole to spot an Uber Eats delivery man slinking back into the elevator. By the time you were in the hallway, you were alone, with a bag of food that you definitely did not order at your feet. 

Knowing that the only other people on your floor were a few elderly couples that didn't know how to use Uber Eats and a health freak that would never order takeout, you steeled your nerves and picked up the bag, crossing the hallway to Artturi’s door. 

“Coming!” You heard him call, and suddenly you felt a bubble of nerves grow inside you. Once you had gotten home from your hellish day at work, you had quickly thrown on a pair of sweats and an old college shirt, fully expecting to change into something nicer before going out. The whole cancellation threw you off, because now you were standing in front of the door belonging to your cute, professional athlete, neighbor in sweatpants. 

The door swung open and you were dragged out of your thoughts and lunch into a whole new set when Artturi revealed himself to you. You had seen him around, but it had always been in passing, you coming and him going to vice versa, so you had never really been able to get a good look at him. Blonde hair, grey eyes, and a charming smile—oh were you in for it. 

“Can I help you?” He asked, and you were brought back to reality by the sound of his voice. You could feel your cheeks heating up, certain that he noticed but was too polite to comment on it. 

“Uh, did you order food?” You started, kicking yourself for sounded so unsure. He seemed to notice the bag in your arms, eyes widening as he seemed to piece together why you were there. 

“Yeah, did they deliver it to you?” You nodded, handing off the bag as he reached for it. You knew the interaction was done then, but something kept you rooted in your spot. If pressed for a reason why, you would’ve cited the way Artturi looked liked he wanted to say something further. And if someone had said the reason was that you didn't want to leave, you would’ve called them a liar. 

And then blushed really, really, hard. 

“I’m Artturi, by the way.” He needlessly introduced himself, and before you could say something embarrassing like ‘I know’, you give him your name. And then neither of you really knew what to say, and you were starting to feel a little awkward standing outside his apartment. 

“I’ll see you around?” You suggested, pointing with your thumb over your shoulder towards your apartment just as it looked like Artturi was about to say something else. He closed his mouth, smiling tightly at you and nodding. You spun on your heel, acting like you didn't know he was watching you leave and as you shut the door behind you, you leaned against it and sighed. 

You had a cute neighbor and you were painfully awkward.

The second time you had seen Artturi, he was racing through the lobby to catch the elevator, one that you held open for him. 

“Thank you.” He said politely, dropping the undoubtedly heavy hockey bag at his feet once the door shut, leaving the two of you alone. You waved him off, thinking nothing of the simple act and focusing more on not embarrassing yourself. It was silent for a moment, you trying to think of something to say and Artturi shifting on his feet.

“Did you have practice?” You questioned, that being the first thing to come to mind as you gestured to his oversized bag that donned the Candiens logo. Artturi looked up at you, a smile on his face as he shoved his phone in his pocket while nodding.

“Do you watch hockey?” He asked, and this time it was your turn to nod. 

“Haven’t been able to make it to game here in Montreal yet, but I try to watch them as much as I can.” You explained, and the way that he was smiling at you had you wishing this elevator ride would never end. There was just something so natural about talking to him that you found yourself not even processing everything going on around you, until you were leaning against your door and Artturi against his as you discussed local restaurants you had yet to try since the move. 

“Do you drink coffee?” Artturi asked, perking up as he remembered this one cafe his teammates had taken him to that he really liked. You weren't sure why he kept recommending, and at first you thought that maybe he was going to ask you out to one of these locations, but he had already told you about four of his favorite restaurants and now this cafe. He was just being nice, and you had gotten your hopes up. 

“When I have time in the morning on my way to work, I usually end up running a bit late.” You explained, placing your hand on your doorknob, ready to head inside and nurse your ego that had taken a hit when you assumed that there was a chance he was going to ask you out. “See you around?” 

Just as that phrase had been the conclusion of the last conversation you had with him, you were ready to slip inside your apartment and calm your racing heart. And, just like that last conversation, he looked like he had something else to say, though you wouldn't know what, as he shut his mouth and nodded. 

One day, you thought as you shut your door and dropped your forehead on it, you were going to get him to say what he so clearly wanted.

After your conversation in the elevator, you hadn't spoken to Artturi any further than greeting him as you passed in the hallway, and you blamed that partially on the fact that the Canadiens had recently had a string of away games. 

Not that you had been trying to figure out when it would be possible to run into him again, of course. 

But the next time you had seen the guy who lives across the hall from you was twenty minutes from the shared building. It was at a local bar, one you had been to only a few times with coworkers, the very same people who had dragged you out tonight. 

You didn't see him when he came in, since the group of rowdy hockey players arrived while you had slipped away to the bathroom. When you had returned to your seat at the bar, he and his teammates were tucked across the crowded room just out of your sight. 

One thing that you hated about bars late at night was the fact that certain men were unable to take a hint. Your coworkers had split after everyone had their first drink, and you seemingly were the only one that found the accompany of overzealous men annoying. 

Which was how you found yourself in the following situation.

“I think you’re really pretty.” A male voice said from over your shoulder as you sipped your drink. You rolled your eyes, wanting the obnoxious brunette guy that was clearly too many years older than you that had tried buying you drinks twice now to leave you alone.

“Thanks, I think I’m really pretty too.” You shot back, only regretting your words once you turned to the side to see a partially startled, partially amused Artturi Lehkonen. You must have looked like a fish, with the way your mouth was steadily opening and closing as you tried to come up with the right way to explain yourself to him. He started laughing, and you let out your own breathy chuckle. “You’re really not who I expected to be there.” 

And then the lightness of the conversation fell, because it suddenly hit you just exactly what he had said. He must of realized that the impact of his sentiment, because he leaned against the bar next to you, nervously not meeting your eyes.

“I’ve been meaning to say that.” He confessed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked anywhere but at you. Your eyes widened and the smile grew on your face, but your only physical reaction at first was to rub his bicep to get him to look at you. When he saw your smile, it seemed to encourage him to continue. “I wanted to ask you out when my takeout got delivered to you and again when we talked in the elevator.”

“You should have.” You teased, your heart racing a million miles a minute. 

For a moment, Artturi looked at you with a beaming look in his eyes. You wondered if he was going to leave it at that, or if he was just pausing to take you in. You knew you were studying his features. How he smiled, the way the dim lights of the bar made his eyes look darker. But as all thing do, the moment need and you were brought back to the bar as he spoke.

“What if I asked you now?”

[running-on-fanfiction]

Artturi Lehkonen - Thank you

Hi can you do one with artturi lehkonen where it’s something suspenseful but the fluffy at the end?

*Warning Talk of mother loss*

Dating was always hard, but dating someone who had a kid was a little harder. Of course you found it a little easier then dating someone without kids. You always knew what they wanted, you never had to feel like you were dating a kid. 

That’s what drawled you towards Artturi. He never played mind games, or made you feel like you weren’t important. Yet, he did let you know that Ada came first, which you understood. With in the two years of dating, you got use to the slowness of the relationship. After all it wasn’t just you two. 

You placed your phone on the counter as you began to sweep the floor. The sounds of your podcast roamed the room as you cleaned up. It happened to be your day off, which meant you needed to get some house work that you had been pushing off for a while done. 

You wouldn’t say you were a neat freak but you did happen to clean a little more then most people would. It was something Artturi joked around with. 

“I swear, I could eat off your bathroom floor.” He would joke each time, making you laugh.

You had just scooped up the dirt from the floor, when your phone went off. placing the broom down, and switching the dustpan to your other hand, you answered the phone. 

“Y/N, thank god!” Artturi’s voice was short, meaning he was worked up over something. “I need a favor? A big favor.” 

You walked over to the trash can, emptying the dustpan, then placing it back where it belonged. 

“Which is?” 

“I have to be out of town for the week and the lady that normally watches, Ada just canceled, and it’s not like I can jus-”

“Babe, I can watch her for the week.” You cut him off, smiling as you could imagine his face turning back to it’s dull color. “I just have to pack some stuff, and I’ll be right over.”

“I owe you big time.” 

You gathered what you needed before hoping in the car, and driving off to Artturi’s house. 

He’s place wasn’t that far away, but it was certainly in a better part of town. More kid friendly and way more private. You didn’t really live in a bad place, but it was way more filled with people your’s and Artturi’s age. Meaning it was more full of parties and less kids, Ada’s age. 

This wasn’t the first time you have watched  Ada, but it was the first week you would be. Normally you would just babysit for a day or a day and half, but a whole week. You were a little nervous, but Ada had became really close to you. It also helped that you’ve know her since she was eight, now at the age of ten she was certainly growing in need of you more than you knew. 

“Okay, you two girls have fun, and if you need anything, ju-”

“Call you. Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Ada mocked her father with a smile. “We got it dad.”

“Yeah, dad.” You smiled, making Artturi laugh. 

“Behave.” He said as he placed his bags in his black, snow covered car.

Ada, gave her dad and eye-roll along with a kiss to the cheek. Said her good-bye and I love you, before running back into the house. Artturi closed the car door, then wrapped his arms around you middle, pulling you close. 

“I love you.”  He placed a small kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too.” You pulled away and watched him climb in the driver sides. 

“Oh can you do me something else?” He asked looking nervous. 

“Sure.” 

“Ada’s been talking about, um, a bra.” He said looking like he was about to be ill. 

“I got it.” You smiled, sending him a wink. 

“God, I love you.” 

You blew a kiss to him, before walking in the house. You looked around seeing that your boyfriend had already placed your stuff in his room. With nothing else to do, you made your way up to Ada’s room. 

You knocked before hearing her yell “come in.” Smiling you open the door, to her room. A room that had changed so much over the last two years. When you first met her, her room was pink and full of little girl stuff, now it was a deep shade of blue, with bands and guy posters all over the wall. Some you knew and some you had no clue. She had a love for music so her room was covered in anything music print or music themed. 

“So I was thinking we could go to the mall. I heard there’s a new Panic album out.” You smirked knowing full well that she has been wanting it for weeks. 

“For real!” She cheered hopping off the bed, and down the stairs.  

*

“Thank you for helping me find a bra and getting me the cd.” Ada smiled, as she licked away at her ice cream cone.

“You’re very welcome Ada.” You shot her a small smile before looking back at the road. “I know how hard it can be, not having a mom around.”

“How did you learn all this?” 

“All what?” 

“How to be a girl?”

Ada, knew that you, yourself grew up without a mother. The only difference was yours didn’t leave you, like hers. 

You gave a small chuckle at her words, before explaining. 

“My older brother, actually taught me. Before my mom passed he had asked her everything, I would need to know one day. If he didn’t know certain stuff, he would just ask his girlfriend.” 

“It must have been nice to have a brother, willing to help you. I wish, I had a sibling, sometimes.” 

You made a frown at her words. You couldn’t imagine, not having your brother around. He was everything to you, growing up, still was. If you had a life problem or a worry, he was the first person to know. 

*

“So, I have to say Ada really liked your time together last week.” Artturi smiled as you two snuggled on his couch, while Ada was at school. 

“I did too.” You smiled, up at him. 

“She asked me something, and I kind of wanted to give you a heads up.” His tone made you worried. 

“Okay...”

“She asked if she could call you mom.” You could feel his eyes on you, and as you looked up you finally saw the little twinkle in his eyes. 

“What did you say?” You asked.

“I told her, if she wants too, but that there was no pressure too. I hope that was okay.”

You smiled as you kissed his lips. “It’s more than okay. I kind of like the ring of mom.” You both laughed. 

-Julianne

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lehkonen & kotkaniemi media availability, 06.26.21

stu cowan: for jesperi, if my memory's correct, i think you told us a few years ago that when you grew up, you had a poster of joel armia in your room. i'm just wondering what made you a big fan of him and what's it like now that you guys are teammates and in the stanley cup final together?

jesperi kotkaniemi: uh, yeah, that's true. uh, you know, i think he was just a young guy from my hometown, a hometown hero with those blond curly hair, i think everyone loved that at the time. so. i think he's a great player, i think he had to change up a little bit when he came here, he's just unbelievable, still a great role model for me, and you know, we have become good friends, so it's great.

[fanfics-for-the-hockey-fan]

Sleepover - Artturi Lehkonen

Note: I was going through my writing folder the other day and realized that I never posted this one shot, that I wrote in the summer of 2018. So if you were the one to request it, I am so sorry. It somehow got lost in the folder, I hope you enjoy it.

Request: Hi can you do one with artturi lehkonen with kids and just like really cute? Your writing is amazing btw😊

“Kulta, do you want to come over tonight? I feel like we haven’t been able to spend the night together in a long time.” I was on the phone with Artturi, my boyfriend for over a year. He had just been on a week long road trip and I was gone on a work trip in the days before he left.

“I really want to, but I am babysitting my nephew tonight. It’s my brother's wedding anniversary so I promised to watch him for the night so they can have a night alone.”

“That’s nice of you, how old is he?

“Andrew is 6 now. Speaking of Andrew, do you think you can get me two tickets for your Saturday afternoon game next weekend? He’s just getting into the sport and I promised him I would try and get some tickets.”

“Of course, you guys can come down after the game and meet the team. I can get you all of the brownie points you want.”

“You are amazing, thank you.”

“Of course, I’ll let you go get ready. I have some laundry to get done.”

“Good luck with that, remember to separate your clothes. You don’t want to mess up more of your clothes.”

“I keep the note you wrote me right next to the washer so I don’t forget.” I laugh as I remember the frantic call I got a month into dating Artturi when he ruined his entire load of laundry when some of his clothes bled and colored all of his whites. I rushed over to try and fix it but I wasn’t able to save most of the clothes, only saving the white items with bleach. Since then I always tried to remind him to not make the same mistake.

“I have to go make macaroni and cheese, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright, love you.”

“Love you too.” Smiling, I slid my phone into the pouch of my sweatshirt, or I guess I should say the sweatshirt I stole from Artturi. It was so comfortable and it was practically a dress on me so I just had leggings on underneath it. A couple of hours later my brother dropped off Andrew with an overnight bag, thanking me for watching him before heading back out. Just as we were getting ready to sit down to eat the macaroni and cheese, someone knocked at the door of my apartment. 

“Go wash your hands up Andrew, I’ll go see who is at the door and then we can eat.” Andrew nodded and headed towards the bathroom I kept the step stool in so he could reach the sink as I went to the door. Opening it, Artturi was standing behind the door with a backpack sling over his one shoulder. “What are you doing here? I thought you would have gone out with some of the guys tonight.”

“I’ve spent enough time with them lately, I missed you and I thought you might want some adult company while you hang out with your nephew tonight. And I thought that since you are moving in with me next month it might be good for Andrew to meet me so that next time your brother and his wife want a night out he is okay with me.” 

“That’s a great idea, we were just about to sit down for dinner. I made macaroni and cheese, I also have a salad so it won’t be horrible for your diet.” 

“Sounds great, I have the tickets with me and I have mini sticks if you are okay with us playing here.” I nod as we hear little feet running towards us. 

“Aunt Jen?”

“Hey Andrew, I want you to meet someone who is very important to me.” Artturi puts his bag down inside the door and closes the door as Andrew stops in front of us. “This is my boyfriend Artturi, is it alright if he hangs out with us tonight?”

“I guess.”

“One of the coolest things about him is that he plays hockey for the Canadiens. And he also got us hockey for next Saturday, if you want to come with me?”

“Yes! Thank you Aunt Jen, thank you Ar-.”

“Why don’t you just call my A, my name is hard to say.” Andrew nods before leaning Artturi to the dining table, asking him all kinds of questions as we ate dinner. He was even able to get Andrew to eat some salad, which is a small miracle. “I thought that we could play mini sticks if it is okay with your aunt.”

“Please Aunt Jen?!”

“Just be careful and don’t be too noisy.” They started to get ready to play as I washed up the dishes, smiling as I listened to the talk. I never knew that Artturi was so good with children but watching him with my nephew made my heart melt, and making me fall in love with Artturi even more. Once all the dinner dishes were done I pulled out some pre made cookie dough and popped some onto a sheet tray, sliding it into the oven before setting a timer on my phone and then going to sneak a peek of the two most important guys in my life playing together. Artturi was down on his knees, showing Andrew how to hold the stick properly. I snapped a couple of pictures before going to pull the cookies out of the oven, letting them cool as I walked out into the living room. 

Settling on the sofa I watched them play for another half hour before telling them about the cookies. I made Andrew go change into his pajamas so he would be ready for bed. “You are amazing with kids.” 

“I always like interacting with kids at team events, and Andrew is amazing. He is a cool kid.” I rested my head on his chest as his hands rested on my ass.

“He is, I love hanging out with him.” The slapping of bare feet running towards us separated us, Artturi kissed my forehead quickly before Andrew appeared. “Let’s have some cookies and then we can watch a little tv before we go to bed.” We all grabbed some cookies and some drinks before going out to the couch. I turned on the tv to a hockey game and enjoyed watching Andrew and Artturi talk as they watched the game and ate their cookies. Once we were all done eating I took the dishes to rinse and by the time I got back both of them were asleep on the sofa, Andrew resting against Artturi’s chest. I snapped a picture of them because it was just so cute how they were cuddled up. 

Artturi’s eyes opened as I moved towards them, giving me a sleepy smile. “Should we get him to bed?”

“Yeah, he usually falls asleep on the sofa when he stays the night. I learned the hard way to always make him change into his pajamas beforehand. I can carry him.”

“No, I’m good. Just help me slide out from under him and I can carry him down the hall.” Between the two of us we got him off the sofa and down into my guest room, tucking him in before moving to my bedroom. “Do you want me to go home for the night?”

“No, I missed you too much. My brother has already met you and he approved of you, he told me whenever I wanted to I could introduce you to Andrew.” Now that we were alone with no chance of a child seeing up Artturi gave me the kiss I had been waiting over a week for, one that made my knees weak and my heart pound. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Getting ready for bed we snuggled in the bed together, I rested my head on his chest. As we both fell asleep I kept smiling, tonight just proved that Artturi was the perfect guy for me.

[imagine-hockey]

Sweet Innocence - Artturi Lehkonen

Requested by Anon -  Can you write something about artturi lehkonen? About anything!! 

Word Count: 959 Team: Montreal Canadiens Warnings: None

I know this one is definitely shorter than the other ones, but I wanted to keep it very soft and very sweet. I feel like adding anything more would have made it too cheesy? Idk maybe it’s already super cheesy? I dunno I just hope you like it!

ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR MY ABSENCE. I got really sick this last week and just haven’t been able to focus on anything for more than like 10 minutes but I am getting better! (*Also this gif was legit the only gif I could find of this boy that he didn’t look super happy in because this boy is literally the most smiley precious puppy ever okay bye*)

The loud slam of the door startled you, causing you to look up from your book. You set the book down as you rose from your place in bed and walked toward the sound of rummaging through the fridge in the kitchen. You could hear his grumbling from the hallway and saw pieces of his blonde hair poking out from over the top of the fridge door when you made it to the kitchen. You leaned against the wall and watched carefully as he picked through the leftovers to find a decent snack for himself. He only noticed you once he closed the fridge door.

“Oh, hey Y/N. I didn’t see you there,” he sighed as he began munching on some carrots. Slowly you walked over, noticing the dejected and frustrated look on his face. He watched you carefully, setting his water bottle on the counter next to him. When you reached him, you lifted a hand to his face softly.

“What’s wrong love?” you questioned intently. He sighed and leaned gently into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. He took a moment before reaching up and wrapping his hand around yours. He turned and pressed a gentle kiss to your palm before he twisted his hand to entwine his fingers with yours.

“Just a rough practice. It happens, but I will be okay.” His eyes met yours, his usual gleam was gone. Your brows furrowed together in worry. It wasn’t like him to be so hard on himself.

“Are you sure Art? This is so out of character for you,” you asked quietly. This time it was his turn to raise his free hand to your cheek. He carefully leaned over and pressed his forehead to yours causing your eyes to close gently. Your free arm grabbed his forearm as you inhaled slightly. His touch was always so soft and comforting. After a few seconds, he pressed his lips on yours delicately. The kiss was sweet and loving, though short. As he pulled away, his hand let go of yours, allowing him to wrap his arms around your shoulders and pull you toward him. Your arms wrapped themselves around his slim waist as your face pressed into his chest.

“I am absolutely sure Y/N. I’m sorry for worrying you. But with you here, I know things will be okay. It was just one day.” His breathe was warm on your head as he rested his chin on top of your hair. You both stood like that for a while as you took in the smell of his cologne clinging to his shirt. Having his arms around you felt safe, like there was nothing bad in the world. Like absolutely everything would be okay. You knew that he was his biggest critic, but for him to be this way after practice meant something really huge happened.

“Do you need to talk about it?” you mumbled into his chest. Artturi’s arms loosened from your shoulders and his hands dropped to your hips. He could sense your worry and gave in.

“Coach took me out of the lineup for the next game. A healthy scratch.” You could feel him tense as he spoke. He was such a team player and would do anything to be out there fighting for a win with his team. To be pulled was a huge deal for him. You reached your hand up to run it through his light hair.

“You know he’s doing what he thinks is best for you. Did he give you a reason as to why?” you asked as your hand ran lightly down his arm. He began to relax slightly as he spoke again.

“To quote, fuel my drive again. I guess it’s supposed to be motivation to play harder.” You sighed as you heard the coach’s reasoning. You of all people knew how much Artturi put into each and every practice and game. His motivation should be the last thing that would pull him from the lineup. “It’s okay, love. I promise, I’ll be okay.”

You nodded and looked up to see his face had a soft smile resting on it. He placed a kiss on your forehead gently before letting go of your hips and grabbing your hand. Silently, he grabbed his water with his free hand and led you down the hall to the bedroom. He placed his water on his side table before turning to sit, pulling you to him. You stood between his legs as his hands rested lightly on your hips. Your hands found their way to either side of his face.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered as his thumbs gingerly massaged your hips.

“I love you too, Art,” you said as one of your thumbs lightly caressed his cheek. You leaned down to kiss him softly, no more words needed between you two. The kiss started innocently, but soon picked up as wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down on top of him. He sweetly pulled away and rolled over, placing you under him. He looked at you with loving eyes before placing small sweet kisses along your jawline and down your collarbone. He quickly returned his lips to yours before falling on his side and pulling you close to him.

“For now, I just want to lay here with you and forget about the rest of the world,” he mumbled into your hair. You curled closer to him as his arms were snaked around your torso. Your finger lightly ran up and down his chest.

“I think we can manage that. There’s only us right now.” And the rest of the night was spent together, chatting softly, leaving the rest of the world behind you two.

[ilyasorokinn]

colorado avalanche

* = from a prompt list

artturi lehkonen !

imagines,

✷ perfect time - artturi had been planning on proposing for months, but could never find the right time. that perfect time finally presents itself when they're both covered in snow. (part of “taylor’s very merry christmas” series)

blurbs,

✷ game winner - artturi, the winner.

nathan mackinnon !

imagines,

✷ better man - a fic based on "better man" from taylor swift's red album. (from the “taylor’s version” series)

blurbs,

✷ spicy tofu - nate is playing a game and gets the call that y/n, his wife, is in labor. *

✷ a “work” trip - nate and y/n used to date. people used to think they were the “it” couple. so when they break up, it’s quite the surprise. after a few years, nate moves on and gets engaged. y/n gets an invite, but she just can’t find it herself to go. *

✷ time to move on - y/n confronts nate, and tells him it’s time to move on. (part two to “a “work” trip”)

✷ sheep keychains - nate comes home after a roadie, and gives y/n a keychain with a sheep on it. *

✷ two month secret - y/n and nate keep a pretty big secret for two months. *

✷ consequences of my own actions - after the hit, little patrick mackinnon is worried for him.

✷ the injured guy - after “the injury”, y/n plays the dutiful girlfriend, and takes care of nate.

✷ shot glasses - nate comes home from a roadie with a little gift for y/n. *

✷ post-roadie ice cream - after every road trip, the mackinnon's get a treat to celebrate nate being back, and more often than not, it's ice cream. *

cale makar ! (no longer write for)

imagines,

✷ a big warm welcome - the avs organization, as well as the team, welcome annabelle makar to their family. 

blurbs,

✷ auntie y/n and uncle cale - after seeing y/n with a baby, cale starts thinking about their future together.

mikko rantanen !

blurbs,

✷ 2 months - y/n and mikko broke up. 2 months later, they finally meet up and talk about the why, *

miles wood !

blurbs,

✷ jamie and miles - with y/n off on a girl's trip, that left miles alone with little jamie wood.

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Artturi Lehkonen #1

Requested by Anon:  I was wondering if you could do an artturi lehkonen drabble that's fluffy?? Have a good day😊

*Thank you so so much! I hope this is worth the VERY long wait. Enjoy!! :) and I hope you have a great day as well.*

Word count: 832

The apartment was suspiciously quiet for a non-game night. Walking over to the kitchen, you noticed that there was something cooking in the crockpot and chilled champagne was inside a bucket full of ice. It’s not any of your birthdays, you just celebrated your anniversary, and the Habs still haven’t secured a playoff spot so… why is there champagne and pot roast in the kitchen?

Walking up the stairs, you called out for your boyfriend. Pushing the bedroom door open, you traced the music filtering out from the bathroom.

“You know leaving the crockpot unattended can be dangerous,” you told him once you found Artturi Lehkonen, submerged in the bath tub, one hand hanging out of the edge, head slightly drooped, eyes closed, and a glass of champagne by his side.

He opened one eye and grinned, “I put the timer on,” he pointed to his phone, “and it won’t be for at least an hour. I have time for a soak,” he opened both his eyes now. Raising both his arms to expose his chest muscles, he invited, “do you want to join me?”

The first thing you demanded when he asked you to move in with him was for his bathroom to be fitted with a big enough tub that could fit the both of you. Seeing that he wasn’t the smallest guy in the world, it took him quite a while to find the tub but when he did, he found something that you couldn’t resist.

Taking your clothes off, you chuckled, “is this your way of seduction now?”

He shook his head, “ei,” he denied.

“No,” you repeated his answer in English as you tied your hair, “as in you’re not trying to seduce me? Or…”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “I just want some quality alone time with my girlfriend,” he said, scooting to the side as you joined him in the tub, “I haven’t had some quality alone time for a while now,” he looped an arm around your waist, “kaipaan sinua,” he whispered, leaning down so he can kiss the side of your neck.

“I miss you too,” you echoed, snuggling closer to him, “now, do you get why I wanted a big tub.”

“Hmm,” he smiled against your hair, “it’s definitely worth the time looking for something this big,” he agreed.

Artturi shifted until you had your back against his chest, his hands rubbing aimlessly on your tensed muscles. Moaning, you stretched your neck, “for someone with hands like yours, you give really good massages,” you smiled.

Looking back, you leaned over and kissed his cheek, “what’s with the cooking and the champagne?”

“Nothing,” he smiled, “I can’t cook for you now?”

“You can,” you chuckled, “it’s just that I wasn’t expecting it.”

He circled his arms against your waist and moved until you were sitting on his lap. Nuzzling your nose on his neck, you felt him grin, “I’ve left you all alone for two weeks,” he said, reminding you that he just got back from a twelve-day long road trip late last night, “I think it’s my time to spoil you at least for a night,” he offered.

“You spoil me enough though,” you reached out and ruffled his still-dry golden hair, “you always bring me food and give amazing back rubs,” you winked, “plus you buy the groceries which, by the way, include tampons.”

He sniggered, “tampons don’t scare me,” he remarked, “you don’t have to act like me buying them for you is a big deal.”

Underwater, you linked your hand with his, “I’ve never had any of my other boyfriends do that before.”

“I’m not just like any other boyfriend,” he smiled, “I’m THE boyfriend.”

“The boyfriend?” you scrunched your nose.

He nodded, “I’m the one who will take care of you when you’re sick, I’ll make you pot roast just because, even buy your tampons and braid your hair,” he smiled, “because you’re THE girlfriend for me.”

“I am?” you asked quietly.

“Joo,” he affirmed, “I know you’ll take care of me when I’m sick, you cheer for me every single game even if I get scratched,” he laughed, “you’d still have your sign for me, waving it like some flag,” he kissed your cheek, “you never gave up on me even before, back when I got drafted and then wasn’t signed.”

“Plus,” you added, “I followed you halfway around the world.”

He chuckled, “that too,” he smiled wistfully, “kiitos,” he kissed the top of your head.

“What are you thanking me for?”

“For leaving home and moving to Montréal with me,” he listed off, “for being patient with me,” he added, “for not complaining even if I know you miss the familiarity of home.”

“With a risk of sounding cheesy,” you laughed, squeezing his hand, “you are my home, Artturi Lehkonen, and I’m just happy and proud that you’re realizing your dreams,” you giggled, “I’m perfectly fine where I am,” you assured him, “plus who says no to bathtub cuddles?”

[going-full-shmoo]

You could imagine with Artturi Lehkonen from Montreal where he falls in love with a foreigner

Hey anon! I’m sorry this took so long. I wanted to make sure I put out the best quality blurb, so I had to do some research. Hope you enjoy!

REQUEST HERE / RULES

so I don’t know much about him, but from what I have seen, he seems like a sweetheart

I feel like his smile could attract anyone from miles away

you were an exchange student studying in Montreal for the year

you were still learning the area, and you were looking at directions on your phone to find this bar that some of your new friends had told you about

you were going to meet them there from your part-time job that you had to hold in order to pay for the study abroad program

you must have looked incredibly lost, because as soon as Artturi saw you, he knew you probably needed some help

“Are you lost” he asked you, tapping your shoulder

you jumped a little, not expecting anyone to talk to you

but then you were faced with one of the sweetest, most inviting smiles you had ever seen

“I…I…yeah” you stuttered your way through your sentence, still unprepared for the sweet voice of the guy standing in front of you “how could you tell”

“You keep looking from your phone up, and you look confused,” he replied “I know this area. May I help?”

you were a little suspicious of this cute stranger coming up and talking to you, and you knew he could see the slight apprehensiveness on your face

“I’m not usually one to take help from strangers…” you spoke

“I apologize. Artturi” he stuck his hand out

“(Y/N),” you shake his hand “You don’t sound like you’re from around here either”

“You’re right, I’m not. But I’ve been here a few years, so I know where most things are. What are you looking for?”

you told him about the bar, and it turns out he was heading there too to also meet with some of his friends, or as you found out, teammates

the two of you walked to the bar together. learning about each other and everything

when you got to the bar, you both went your separate ways to each of your groups

but not before he asked you for your number

“Just in case you ever want a tour guide of the city while you’re here” he smiled at you again

Artturi quickly became a frequent presence in your life

whenever he was available, he was showing you new places in the city, making sure that you got to experience everything Montreal had to offer

he knew you had a limited time there due to the study abroad program, and he was going to make the most of it

his dedication to you quickly made you realize you were growing feelings for him, which scared you

one night as you two were walking through the city, hot chocolate in hand, you asked him

“Artie…why go through all this trouble for me?”

“Why do you ask” he answered, all of a sudden sounding nervous

“Because, I’m only here for a few more months. You’re on the road sometimes, I’m busy with classes. I’m not gonna be here forever, and you need someone stable in your life. So, why me?”

he hesitated for a few moments, thinking about how he was going to answer you

“I…I don’t really know? Maybe because I know what it feels like to be a stranger in a new place. Not knowing the people or the culture. It can be hard. I wanted to make sure that you had an easier time than I did. You deserve that”

“You did all of this because I’m not from here like you?”

“Well…yes…and, because when I got to know you, I realized just how much…I really liked you…” he trailed off

you stopped him by placing your hand on his arm

“This better not be a joke…because if it is then that’s just cruel…”

“It’s not a joke, (Y/N)” he looked at you. “I think you’re wonderful”

“I think you’re wonderful too, Artie”

he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, the two of you engulfed in the quietness and the soft moonlight

when you pulled away, his forehead rested on yours, neither of you willing to separate at the moment

“I hate that I have to leave in a few months…It’s not fair…” you murmured, remembering the gravity of the situation

“Then we will just have to make every moment worth it” he responded, taking your hands in his and brining them to his chest, leaning in for another kiss

you weren’t sure how this would end, but for now, you were going to to exactly as he said

make every moment worth it

[leafsbabe]

how Artturi Lehkonen is like in bed

what Artturi Lehkonen is like in bed:

- he’s such a sweetheart

- likes to take it slow so it takes a while before you really fuck

- you need to work your way up to sex

- like, you start with a blow job and slowly work your way up to wild unhinged fucking

- he’s a total boob guy and there is a zero percent chance you won’t have dark purple love bites covering your boobs the next morning

- he has a thing for blindfolds

- and for tying you up

- he’s super into eating you out until you cry

- super good at fingering you

- needs to stretch you out a bit but he’s a pro at it

- always careful but likes to go rough

- loves to fuck you through your orgasms

- not the biggest cuddler but he indulges you

his dick:

- it’s big

- like surprisingly giant

- seriously, it’s hard to take

the experience:

8/10

[nhl-imagines-posts]

Artturi Lehkonen - Cooking

Team: Montreal Canadiens

Requested: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 707

Summary: He hates your cooking

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“Artturi!” I sing out, turning the burner off while sliding the grilled cheese onto a plate. “Dinner’s ready.”

I hear him let out a sigh as the couch squeaks, and he walks into the kitchen and smiles at me.

I smile back, setting one white plate in front of him and another in front of my seat.

I watch as he picks up his grilled cheese sandwich, taking a bite out of it and noticeably winces.

He tries to cover it up by smiling at me again.

“It’s good,” he compliments, but I can hear the guilt and pain in his voice.

I give him a look. “I know you don’t like it, Artturi. You don’t have to lie to me.”

Hurt starts to swell in my chest so I stand up and walk towards the bedroom, just needing to be by myself before I start to cry.

Recently I’ve started to really try to improve my cooking.

I’ve been going to classes and getting recipes from the other girls.

I just want to improve my cooking so Artturi doesn’t have to fake his happiness.

After everything he does to help me and this household all I want to be able to do is cook him a damn good meal.

But I can’t even do that, even with help.

“Babe,” a voice says softly from the doorway.

I don’t respond, staring at the scratches on the wall from when I fell off the bed after a tickle fight.

I feel his arm wrap around my shoulder hesitantly, tightening when I don’t resist.

His other hand rests on my lower thigh and he leans forward to look at my eyes.

I avoid eye contact.

I’m kind of embarrassed about storming away, but I didn’t want to show my frustration in front of him.

“What’s wrong?” He questions gently, sensing my vulnerable state.

His hand from my thigh lifts onto my jawline, moving my head so my eyes meet his shining blue ones.

“It’s silly,” I chuckle shakily, lifting my hand to wipe the tears piling in my eyes.

“If it’s making you cry it’s not silly.”

I don’t respond, disconnecting our eyes again.

“Hey,” he pats my thigh comfortingly. “Talk to me.”

“It’s just,” I sigh, “I’ve been trying so hard to improve my cooking.”

“I know you have.”

I give him a questioning look.

I never told him because I wanted it to be a surprise.

One day I make grilled cheese that tastes like dog shit, and the next day I’m making soup that tastes like it was made for the queen.

“I saw the bill for the seven cookbooks you bought in one day. I come home to see multiple handwritten recipes laying on the counter. When I drive past that one restaurant that does cooking classes on Thursdays I see your car there.”

His thumb brushes my cheek. “I know you’re trying, baby, and I know you don’t have to. I think it’s the most wonderful and kindest thing for you to try to learn how to cook.”

I give him an appreciative smile, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he rubs my back in an assuring way. “How about this.”

I pull away to give him a questioning look.

“We can make dinner together, that way if it’s shit, we can both take the blame,” he offers.

I grin at him, giggling at his idea. “I love that!”

“Great, me too.” He stands up, leaning down to pick me up bridal style.

“Artturi!” I screech through my laughter. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to the car, let’s go grab McDonalds for dinner.”

“That’s not approved for your diet.”

“Shut up.”

~~~

“Alright, you ready?” My boyfriend asks me.

I nod eagerly, spoon in my hand, excited to try the chicken noodle soup we made together.

It took an hour, countless screw ups, jokes, and kisses but it’s finally made and ready to be eaten.

I put a spoonful of soup in my mouth and immediately wrinkle my nose.

“That’s disgusting,” Artturi coughs.

“It tastes like sweat,” I comment.

He laughs, setting his spoon back down. “Let’s go get Pizza Hut.”

“Let me grab my shoes.”

[carey-pricemas]

Best Girlfriend Ever- Artturi Lehkonen

Ok so I like how this one turned out despite being midnight, but what can I say? XD Gotta get them written some time! Anyway enjoy guys!

Warning: none

Anon Request: Hi cute you do one with artturi where he somewhat embrassed you in front of the team but you don't show it but your good friends with Gally and artturi feels really bad but you let it go

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              "...Really good cook. And takes care of me all the time and..."

              You cut out what your boyfriend was saying. It was rude, you knew it, but he wouldn't stop bragging about you to everyone he could.

              It was embarrassing.

              "Save me" you hissed to Gally who was sitting on your other side. Gally chuckled. You were at a BBQ with the team and had been listening to Artturi go on and on about how great you were for fifteen minutes. At first you let it go, no matter how embarrassing. But then you started to feel uncomfortable.

              "This is fun" Gally said. "I get to hear the good things about you. The stuff I don't get to see." Artturi smiled at you and you automatically smiled back as you smacked Gally's arm. "HEY!"

              "She sounds more like your mom than girlfriend" Beau said laughing. You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks turned pink.

              "She's more than mom" Artturi said. "She best in the world. So beautiful and innocent." He turned to you with eyes sparkling. "Remember the one time?"

              "Turi" you murmured, your cheeks getting pinker. He grinned at you and kissed your cheek.

              "She didn't know what I found funny when she said 'he needs to learn how to handle his stick' when we first met." You glared at Artturi as everyone laughed.

              Even your best friend since third grade, Brendan Gallagher was laughing.

              "Whatever" you muttered. "I'm going to go to the bathroom." You stood and went to the closest room you could find in Carey and Angela's house, closing and locking the door behind you. You turned around and were greeted with a very pink room.

              You must have found Liv's room.

              You saw a scattering of picture frames on Liv's dresser, so to distract yourself from the embarrassment, you wandered over to them.

              There were pictures of everyone in Liv's life from her extended family, to the team and their families. You found a picture of you and Artturi in the middle. It had been at last season's playoff game against the Rangers. You were giving him his good luck kiss and he was staring down at you lovingly.

              It was a really cute picture. You wondered if Angela had a copy to give you.

              "(Y/N)?" Gally called out as he knocked on the door. "I'll break it down if I have to."

              "I'm fine" you said.

              "This isn't the bathroom" he responded.

              "Oops."

              "Come on man. Please?" You sighed and went to the door, unlocking it. Before you could open it, Artturi was standing in the room with you, locking the door behind himself.

              "What are you...?"

              "You left" he said.

              "I had to use the bathroom" you responded. Artturi raised his eyebrow and pointedly looked around the pink room. "I got lost?"

              "(Y/N)" he sighed.

              "I'm sorry, but Turi! You were embarrassing me!"

              "What?" He looked startled by the news. "Why did you not tell me?"

              "Because... It wasn't SO bad. It's just..."

              "Embarrassing" he said. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I never wanted to embarrass you! Just want to tell them how much better you are than the random girls they bring home."

              "It's ok Turi, really."

              "No I feel bad. Terrible. How I make this up to you?" he asked. You smiled and walked into his chest, his arms automatically wrapping around you.

              "There's nothing to make up for, Turi. Just next time, ease up on the praises ok?" Artturi bent down and gave you a kiss.

              "Could you maybe not make out in the baby's room?" Gally asked. You and Artturi jumped apart and you glared at your friend.

              "Gally!" Artturi yelled, glaring. The older boy grinned proudly.

              "You guys are really cute together. I'm a great matchmaker" he said.

              "You're about to be a DEAD matchmaker" you said. You took a step forward and Gally took off running through the house. You shook your head as Artturi laughed, pulling you back into his arms.

              "Best girlfriend ever."

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There we have it! A cute little Artturi! I hope this is close to what you wanted anon! Let me know what you think! Up next: Morgan Rielly smut and Chris Kreider for all!

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

the reporter

prompt: “Do you know how much I want to kiss you?” / number 75 off of this list with Artturi Lehkonen.

summary: you work for the Canadiens but Artturi has taken an interest in you.

warnings: n/a

word count: 1.3k

requested by: anon

requests are currently open!

You had tried to ignore your friends comments, they were being ridiculous and you knew they were only teasing. But part of you wanted to indulge in some daydreams they had placed in your head. The other part of you, the one that wanted you to keep your job, told they were being childish. 

You had just recently gotten a job as one of the reporters for the Canadiens, which meant you would be spending a majority of your time around a whole hockey team of attractive men. They had joked that you would fall in love with any number of the players after the first week. As you walked out of the door for your first day on the job, your roommate shouted something about how you would be meeting your future husband soon. 

Part of you wasn't sure you’d mind too much if you ended up with one of the players. 

But then you would remember how unprofessional that would be, and you came crashing back to reality before you even reached the ground floor. You hadn't been explicitly told you couldn't be with any of the players, but you had assumed that getting involved with any of the boys was strictly frowned upon. 

Any thoughts about your—lack of—love life that may have been clouding your mind were quickly replaced with nerves as you drove to your knew job. You were thankful that for your first day you were at least interviewing them at a home game, and you had been to the Bell Centre dozens of times before. Within minutes of parking your car, you found yourself standing in the doorway of your new boss’ office.

“You’re mostly going to be shadowing interviews.” She explained, barely giving you time to follow her as she began walking steadily ahead of you. “We’ve got some of the team down by the locker room and we’re going to do a quick pregame interview. Basically just see how they’re feeling.”

“Sounds good.” You said, hoping it wasn't obvious how nervous you actually were. This was your dream job and you didn’t want to do anything that may make your boss doubt your abilities. “Who are we interviewing, if I may ask?”

“Max Domi, Jesperi Kotkaniemi, and Artturi Lehkonen.” She explained and you nodded firmly, picturing all three players in your head. You knew basic stuff about them, Jesperi and Artturi were both Finnish, Max’s dad used to play in the NHL as well.

The interviews started with Max and Jesperi, and they went by smoothly and without a hitch. They introduced themselves to you, and you to them, and then everything went calmly. You laughed a few jokes with them, but mostly let your boss handle most of the questions.

And then Artturi walked over for his interview. 

You had seen his picture before, in preparation for this job and when it had been displayed during games, but nothing could had readied you for how attractive he was in person. The first thing you noticed about him was his smile—it was stunning and you envied anyone who was able to see it everyday. And when he spoke, his voice was deep enough to have you blushing. Or maybe that was because you realized you had been staring. 

After the interview had ended, you were in such a hurry to get away that you almost forgot to thank him for his time. He chuckled and offered a warm ‘no problem’ and you were pretty sure that if you were to stay there any longer, you were sure you would've melted. Luckily, your boss had already started to head back to her office so you had an excuse to duck away with her. 

Though, you did happen to glance over your shoulder just before turning a corner to find that he was already smiling at you. 

That night, the Habs had won so there were a few cheerful exit interviews you took part in. Carey Price welcomed you to the team and it was then that you knew you were right where you needed to be. In the chaos of all the other reporters and a whole hockey team, you managed to go without seeing Artturi—which was probably for the best, since you couldn’t managed much more than a blush and a few stuttered words under his gaze. 

You were on your way to your car after everything had calmed down, walking through the tunnels of the stadium when you heard someone call your name. Turning, you spotted Artturi jogging to catch up to you. You smiled at him, waiting where you were so he could reach you. 

“Hey.” He said first, sounding a little breathless even though he was a professional athlete and he hadn't actually covered that long of a distance. 

“Hey.” You repeated, smiling widely at him. You weren't sure what it was about him, but he made you feel warm inside. “What’s up?” He shrugged at your question, looking sheepishly to the floor.

“I just kinda wanted to talk to you again.” He mumbled, and if he hadn't been standing right in front of you, you might've missed what he said completely. But you heard, and suddenly your heart began race. You undeniably wanted to read into the meaning behind his words, but you also remembered that you needed to remain professional. 

“You can walk me to my car?” 

Surely that had to be allowed. And the smile that lit up on his face made you wish that you could find a way to make him always look as happy as he did in that moment.

“Lead the way.”

And so you did. It was like that for a few weeks. Stolen moments enjoying each other’s company when no one else was around. It had never progressed past anything more than conversation between the two of you, but it was clear that there was something more behind every action. Every smile, every shared glance in a crowded room made you feel electric and yet you held back. This truly was your dream job, and you didn’t want any unprofessionalism to come in between what you had worked so hard for. You had almost thought that Artturi was getting sick of you holding him at arms length, when he appeared in the doorway of your office in the middle of the day.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked him, a nervous smile evident on your face as he sat in one of the chairs in front of your desk. He had never come to your office before, as you had been afraid someone would notice and start rumors about just what type of relationship you had with the hockey player.

“I want to take you on a date.” His words were firm, like he had practiced them while trying to work up the courage to actually confront you. You felt the color leave your face as you tried to navigate the situation. You desperately wanted to say yes, but you also needed to keep your job.

“Artturi—”

“It’s not against company policy, by the way. I looked it up.” He cut you off, sensing from just the tone of your face just where your sentence was heading. In response, your face screwed up in confusion. “Us. If we start dating, it’s not going to affect your job.”

“Really?” The hopefulness in your voice had him grinning, and as you weighed all your options, you thought, ‘what the hell, why not’ before nodding. “Okay, then yeah. I’ll go on a date with you.”

“Do you know how much I want to kiss you?” Artturi’s words had the biggest grin stretching out across his face, and you laughed at the situation. He was sitting four feet away from you, in one of your office chairs with your desk between the two of you. It was probably the most unromantic way for him to ask you that, but you loved it because he still had that same stupidly handsome smile on his face that originally made you fall for him. This time, you didn’t think about your job as you spoke. Your thoughts were consumed by him and him only.

“Then do it.”

[running-on-fanfiction]

Artturi Lehkonen - Loving you.

Hi can you do one with artturi lehkonen where it’s an interracial family bwwm and they have kids and are out somewhere and feel judged

A/N: I’m the only Hispanic in my family, and if you met my whole family you get why that’s might be a bad thing. Going to family reunions is awful. Any who! Enjoy! -Jules. 

There was nothing new about the looks you got. Growing up, with eyes following you as you walked the store. As you walked down the street. There was always someone watching. It was a scary fact, but it wasn’t until you had kids that you felt the need to speak up. 

You knew people stared as a white man kisses his wife’s black cheek or hugged her from behind. People always stared. That was never going to change, sadly, but you didn’t want your kids to grow up thinking there was something wrong with them. 

It was one of Artturi’s off days, and the kids happen to have no school. So, packing the kids in the car, you two decide to go to the big mall that happen to be an hour away. 

It was the only mall that carried most of the name brands your family loved so much, and you knew Artturi could use a new suit. His old one was getting to worn, and the buttons were nearly missing. 

“Daddy, can me and Daniel pick the place for lunch?” Tessa asked with hopeful eyes as the car passed many buildings. 

Artturi, looked into the mirror, causing his daughter to smile wider. 

“Sure you can, but you have to agree on a place.” 

Tessa, clapped her little hand. 

“Okay, so can you two please sit here while mommy helps daddy pick a suit?” You asked with a smile, handing your phone to the kids. You son nodded his head, as he grabbed the phone and placed on Tessa, favorite movie. You smiled, at them before turning back towards your husband. 

“I can’t do red.” He whined as he pulled on his dress shirt. You rolled your eyes at his child like behavior, before moving behind him to get a full view of the suit. 

“I know you can’t, this is just to see how the jacket looks.” You fixed a couple things before looking up in the mirror. 

“Please tell me you don’t like it either?” He laughed, as you smiled.

“God, no. It’s so bad.” 

You helped Artturi out of the jacket, before handing him the next suit. This one was much better, but it still didn’t look, right. You shook your head as you tried to pull a part of the sleeves back. 

“I mean, I guess it’ll look better once it’s tailored and fitted, but I just don’t know. Something seems off.” You tilted your head to the side. 

“Maybe we should do a light blue.” Artturi said. “Maybe it’s just the col-”

“Those poor kids.” A ladies voice came from behind you. You and Artturi, looked at the lady to see her giving the kids sad eyes, before looking over to you two. 

Angry, filled her face, and you weren’t really sure why, until she opened her mouth. Artturi, looking down at you, with worried eyes. 

“You should be ashamed.” She said to you. “Those kids a-”

“Their what?” You asked a little to calm. A calm that scared your family, because it often lead to someone getting in trouble. “Their, not loved enough. Their not cute enough, or maybe it’s because their too mixed for you.” You rattled on. 

The lady gave you a “how dare you look.” 

“It’s not right.” She said finally. 

“I’ll tell you wants not right. What’s not right is that people like you make me or my kids feel bad for who we are. It’s not right that you’re so pale, you look like a ghost. “ You shot back, but you felt your husband’s hand on your shoulder. Something he did to calm you down. You took a deep breath before looking over at the lady again. 

“If you don’t like the look of my family, then look away.” You shot back, coldly. The women shook her head at you but turned and left the store. 

You could feel yourself shaking, as Artturi wrapped you in his arms. You tired hard not to cry. Despite it all, you knew understood how someone could be so mean to someone just because they looked different. 

Artturi, placed small kisses to the top of your head, as he held out one arm for the kids to come join. You all stood in the middle of the store, hugging, before Tessa spoke up. 

“Can we go eat now.” He little voice whined, making you and your husband laugh. 

“Yes, we can. Just let daddy get this suit off.” Artturi smiled as he pulled at the suit. 

-Julianne