#artturi lehkonen x reader

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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

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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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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?”

[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

[ilyasorokinn]

Your content is the best 🥺 so comforting.

May I request from the general prompt list number 48 with Artturi Lehkonen please? Thank you so so much ❤️

KICKER

TAYLOR'S AVS NIGHT!

48. "i did it again, didn't i?" (from this prompt list, general)

you were a kicker. in your sleep.

artturi found that out the hard way. you were both sleeping peacefully when all of a sudden, he was woken up, rather abruptly, by a kick in the back.

he jolted awake and looked around for the cause of the assault. he found your kicking your leg out and in his direction, but you weren’t awake.

from that point on, you slept with a space in between you. it worked, for the most part, but there was an occasional night where artturi would wake up with a kick to the back.

this night was one of those nights. he got home late after a late flight and crashed as soon as his head hit the pillow.

he woke up, abruptly once again, to a kick in the back, but unlike other times he didn’t wake you up this time.

the next morning, he woke up but your side of the bed was empty. your spot was fairly warm, meaning you hadn’t gotten up too long ago.

he made his way into the kitchen, and found you cooking breakfast, “you didn’t have to cook.”

“well, you were tired, so i thought i’d do it today.” you shrugged, flipping the pancake in the pan.

he rubbed his eyes, and you smiled sadly, “i did it again, didn’t i?”

“you don’t mean to.” he defended.

“i know, but i still feel bad.”

“well, you can make it up to me by making my smoothie.” he smiled.

you rolled your eyes, “fine, but only cause i feel bad.”

[ilyasorokinn]

hugs 29 with artturi lehkonen bc he seems like a hopeless romantic specifically when drunk

SLOW DANCING

TAYLOR'S AVS NIGHT!

29. "hugging while slow dancing" (from this prompt list)

you were both still on a high after the win. all the alcohol in your system was a plus. you were high on adrenaline and drunk on beer.

you managed to unlock the door to your hotel room but not before saying goodbye to a few other couples who decided to call it quits the same time as you.

you were drunk but a little more sober than artturi, so you knew you'd be the one taking care of him tonight. he was giggly and whenever you tried to get him into the bathroom, he would run in the other direction.

"stop running away." you sighed.

"no." he sounded like a toddler.

you pinched the bridge of your nose before looking up at him, "i'm tired, can you just cooperate?"

"only if you dance with me," he told you.

you shook your head, "we're not making deals, artturi. i just want to sleep."

"one dance? please?" he gave you his best puppy dog eyes.

"ugh, fine. one dance, then you're brushing your teeth and we're going to bed."

"yay!" he clapped, and grabbed his phone, picking a song. he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a hug.

"uh, buddy, i kind of have to breath." he loosened his grip but still held you tight. he swayed you both from side to side. it wasn't really dancing, it more so stepping side to side and leaning, but you let him have his moment.

[ilyasorokinn]

game winner ― artturi lehkonen

note: i don't really have anything to say. i'm just really proud of all of them. artturi, you deserve a big forehead kiss. summary: artturi, the winner. warnings: alcohol consumption word count: 637 words

you decided that, even though you were in a different city, you would still go along with your routine. you weren't superstitious at all, but playoffs were no time to play around.

you got ready the same way you would at home. you got to the arena at the same time you normally would. and of course, grabbed your snack before puck drop.

the game started out strong with cale scoring in the 1st period, 3 minutes in. but after the 2nd period was when you started to get worried. 3 goals in one period weren't very promising.

by 2nd intermission, you were on your second beer. you had been texting a few of the girls throughout the game.

when 3rd period came around, you were ready to throw up. goal after goal was getting called. you cheered when the avs got goals and deflated back in your seat when the oilers got goals.

you tried to distract yourself during intermission but your mind was very much present and running 1000 miles a minute.

when ot started, your leg was bouncing the entire time.

the puck dropped and it was tossed from player to player before helm passed it to cale who got it in front of the net, and artturi was the one to get it into the net.

your reaction time was a little slow, but when he skated over and jumped into the arms of his teammate, that's when you knew it was over.

the crowd was mostly oilers but there were some avs fans, so you cheered with them.

after the game, you face timed maddie, nak's girlfriend, who was crying, "oh, don't cry."

"i can't help it." she laughed, "was it magical?"

"it was." you nodded, "their hotdogs aren't as good but i ate it."

"well come home and we'll get all the hotdogs you want."

"tomorrow." you smiled.

she smiled, "tomorow." you blew a kiss, she blew one back and you hung up.

you waited for artturi to come out of the locker room, scrolling through your phone and reading all the tweets and messages.

he was one of the first to come out and when he saw you, he all but ran over to you and hugged you tight, lifting you off the ground a little.

"my winner." you hummed, pulling away and cupping his face, "i'm so proud of you."

he smiled at your words, "are you getting deja vu? or is it just me?"

"no, i'm getting it. me sitting in the stands watching you score the game-winning overtime goal, winning it for your team and sending you into the next round. nope, sounds about right."

he laughed, "i'm glad you were here."

"i'm glad i was, too." you kissed him.

"so, did you eat your hotdog?"

"i did. wasn't as good as it was at home, but i still ate it."

"how much beer?"

"2." you answered shyly, "what? it was stressful."

"i didn't say anything." he laughed, "now let's go celebrate." he threw his arms around your shoulders.

after celebrating for a few hours, you made your way back to the hotel. although you had partied for a few hours, you were still pretty sober.

maddie called while you were getting ready for bed. she was taking care of your dog while you were out of town, "hi, cc." you laughed when her dog's face came into frame.

"scooch." maddie pushed the dog out of the way so your dog could get into frame.

"hi, stevie." you greeted. your dog's head popped up and was sniffing the phone. he whined when he realized you weren't there.

"stevie?" artturi popped into the bathroom. stevie's head popped up once again, but he realized you still weren't there.

"oh, i'm sorry, bud. we're coming home tomorrow." stevie barked happily.

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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

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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.”