#chris kreider blurb

[comphy-and-cozy]

50 w Kreids :)

this turned way spicier than I was anticipating so enjoy xoxo

celebrate 1K with me

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

Pairing: Chris Kreider x Reader (f)

Word count: ~550

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Know so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[laurenairay]

Happy birthday, love!!

Number 8 with Mr Kreider because I've had an awful day at work (as I write this on Tuesday) and I would like him to kiss me 😂😂

My dear Jade, of course I can write some Chris Kreider fluff for you. I hope the rest of your week has been better and I hope this puts a smile on your face!

“I’ve had a terrible day at work…so just kiss me.”

Words: 594

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“Honey, I’m home!”

You kicked the front door shut behind you, roughly hanging up your coat as you heard your boyfriend’s greeting echo across the house, the familiar voice soothing you in a way you so desperately needed. Today had been a shitshow, stress from the moment you stepped into your office to the moment you left, and all you wanted to do was curl up in his arms, letting him drain the day’s tension away. You let yourself sink into the familiar motions of kicking off your shoes into the shoe rack and putting your bag to the side out of the way, knowing that tripping over any of this would likely send you into a meltdown. Today was not the day and the last thing you wanted was to take out your frustrations on the man who deserved nothing but smiles.

After taking a deep breath to centre yourself, you wandered through the house, finding Chris in the kitchen, the beautiful smile he sent your way making your heart skip a beat as always – until that smile shifted into a slight frown.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, drying his hands on a nearby towel.

He always could read you like a book.

“I’ve had a terrible day at work…so just kiss me.”

“Yes ma’am,” Chris murmured.

Taking a few steps to close the gap between the two of you, he wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours, capturing you in an embrace that you sank into with abandon. The soft moan that escaped from his throat let you know he needed this just as much as you did, his hands cupping your body while your hands clung to his shirt, and you lost yourself in the fog of it all as he kissed you over and over and over again.

His lips were gentle, albeit a little chapped from exposure in the rink all day, while his arms wrapped around you in a way that reminded you that you were home, safe and secure with him. His strong chest was so firm, so solid beneath your hands, and it was all you could do lean into his body, letting him support you as he always did.

When he eventually slowed the kisses down to a gentle stroke of a tongue, the soft nip of your bottom lip, you couldn’t tell it had been minutes or hours or even days since he took you into his arms, and already you felt the stresses of the day start to melt away.

“So…a terrible day at work?” Chris asked with a soft smile.

You smiled back at him as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, leaning into his brief touch, before nodding with a sigh.

“Yeah. People suck. Deadlines are tight. There are never enough resources. New day same shit – the shit heap just seemed to be bigger today,” you said with a wry smile.

Chris grimaced dramatically, making you laugh for the first time all day.

“Well, I can’t help make work easier. But I can pour you a large glass of red wine, run you a bath, and take care of dinner while you’re soaking your troubles away?”

“You are a god among men, and never let anyone tell you differently,” you said, ending with a happy groan.

Chris just laughed, that deep belly laugh you fell in love with, before he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Let me get that wine for you, sweetheart,” he said warmly.

Oh what a man you’d been gifted.

[senditcolton]

I would give u my first and second borns to read a second part of the chris blurb where they confess their feelings that was beautifully written and I adore u hope ur day is lovely

as a very belated continuation of my Trinity of Terror birthday blurbs and another little 'glad to be back bonus'; here you all are. I hope you love it. continuation of this blurb.

“There’s so much beauty when your eyes lay lost in all the city lights.”

You take a deep breath, attempting to calm yourself and all the nerves that were thrumming through your body as you sit in your car in the hotel parking lot.

Part of you still couldn’t believe that this was happening. That Chris Kreider was in the city you called home. That you two met again after all these months. That he still wanted you.

Or, at least, you hope he did.

You shake your head, another effort to rest your racing heart. Even if tonight didn’t mean anything, or if it just meant that you got to reconnect with a friend, you weren’t going to spend the entirety of it twisted in your thoughts and anxieties. With one last huff of breath, you swing open your car door and start to make your way up to the hotel entrance.

As you step into the lobby, you start to make your way towards the attached restaurant, the place where Chris suggested you two dine, assuming that he was most likely waiting for you there. Your journey is stopped short when you hear your name bouncing off the tiled floors. And when you turn towards the noise, you see Chris lifting himself up off of one of the couches.

He was wearing one of his game-day suits and he looked… handsome. As handsome as you remember him always looking. You stand in place as he makes his way over to you and when he is within earshot, you finally speak.

“I thought you would be waiting in the restaurant,” you explain.

“And what type of person would I be if I didn’t escort you?” Chris says, that dimpled smile shining brightly on his face.

“Escort me? Very fancy of you, Christopher,” you laugh as he finally settles in front of you.

“Well, it’s a pretty nice place and I figured I might as well spend as much time with you as I can,” he explains, so casually you would think that he’s talking about the weather. But a part of you leaps at his words and you find yourself once again hoping for some deeper meaning hidden beneath them.

However, Chris’ face gives away nothing as he extends his arm towards you.

“Shall we?”

The soft smile sneaks on your face before you can stop it as you loop your arm in his.

“We shall.”

With that, the two of you walk arm-in-arm into the restaurant.

You are pleasantly surprised to hear that Chris did make reservations – didn’t want to risk it – and are surprised as well at how beautiful the restaurant is. Heavy white tablecloths, candles in the center of the table, large windows opening the city to you. Your heart flutters again when Chris pulls out the chair for you and waits for you to settle before looping around the table and sitting across from you.

“Always the gentleman,” you muse, looking at him, his dark eyes reflecting the candlelight between you. He doesn’t give a response except for another smile. The two of you take a moment, looking over the menu as Chris orders a bottle of red wine for you to share.

It isn’t until you’ve placed your orders do you finally look at each other, the smiles mirrored on your faces. Although, it does take all your might not to turn away from Chris’ heavy gaze.

“How have you been?” Chris asks you.

“I’ve been good. You?”

“Pretty good.”

“That’s good to hear,” you reply, a small pause falling between you and a part of you hates it. Literally yesterday, you and Chris were chatting in a café like nothing had changed between the two of you. What was the difference now? You shake it off, focusing back on him. “I see New York City is still treating you well.”

“It is. I mean, not as well as it used to but, I’m making it work.”

“What do you mean? The Rangers are doing much better. A lot of people think you have a shot this year.”

“Not everything is about hockey, you know,” he explains gently. “The city has just… changed, that’s all.” his eyes burning into you and you can almost feel him begging for you to understand the silent message laid heavy in his words.

Because if you really thought about it, what had changed about the city from the last time you two saw each other? Nothing.

Except for the fact that you weren’t there anymore.

“How about you?” Chris asks, breaking the silence and the tension between you. “Minnesota. You haven’t become a Wild fan, have you?”

“Not yet but never say never,” you tease, causing a small chuckle to fall from Chris’ lips. “No, in reality I’ve been a little preoccupied with work. But the city itself is starting to feel like home. Which is good, I suppose.”

“That’s really good to hear. I’m glad you’re happy here.”

“I’m glad you’re here. I know I’ve mentioned this before but… it’s good to see you again.”

“You too.”

Eventually, the conversation shifts back to more casual topics. He tells you about his new dog, you tell him about some random work drama, he mentions a little bit about how the hockey season is going (even though he stated earlier in the conversation that he didn’t really want to focus on hockey), you talk about the books you’ve been reading. The conversation flows again, just like it did back at the café.

You didn’t even realize how late it had gotten, how long the two of you had been talking until there is a pause and you take the moment to look around when you realize that the restaurant was almost empty. When you turn your gaze back towards Chris, you are hit with another realization of the passage of time when you notice the wax from the candles dripping down, spilling over the golden holders and onto the dish beneath.

“Shit, I didn’t realize how late it was getting,” you say and it seems that it is your words that make Chris come to a similar realization as you had just seconds prior.

“Oh, wow. I guess we have been here for a while,” he muses, glancing around the room before focusing his gaze back on you.

There is a small pause and you can tell that neither of you really wants to leave or want this night to end. But the question is, who will be brave enough to voice that desire? After a moment, you decide to take the lead.

“Well,” you start off slowly. “There is that small park right across the street from here. Maybe we could wander around there for a while. Walk off the wine. Make sure that I’m good to drive home.”

The concern of your sobriety was just an excuse – you had only one glass and were perfectly coherent. But if Chris realized that, he didn’t call you out on it. He simply ushered over the waiter and handed off his card to pay for your dinner before the two of you remove yourselves from the restaurant and waltz out of the hotel and across the street.

The park is nice, albeit a little cold. But you couldn’t blame anyone for that – that’s just what Novembers in Minnesota are like. And if it also means that maybe you and Chris walk a little closer together while you continue to talk about everything and nothing, that was just a small bonus.

You barely even notice when it starts to snow.

It’s nothing too crazy – just a light flurry. You first noticed it when you felt the snowflakes falling on your face and then saw the small white flecks had started to dot Chris’ jacket. Chris notices at about the same time you do and you both turn you face towards the sky to watch the snow come down.

“This is one thing I miss about New York,” you muse, eyes following the small flakes as they blow in the wind, sparkling as they catch the light of the lampposts that lined the sidewalk.

“You miss when it snowed? Most people hate it.”

“That’s because they are so concerned about convenience that they don’t even stop to look at how beautiful it is. The way the snow catches all of the neon lights in Time Square. Or how magical Central Park looks after a storm,” you continue, wandering away from Chris, your eyes still trained to the sky.

“You have that here, though. Don’t you?” Chris asks, following a few steps behind you.

“Yeah but… it’s just not the same,” you sigh, your hand reaching out for the nearest lamppost. “This city isn’t the same.”

Chris is silent behind you but you know he’s still there, listening to you, like he always does. Another heavy breath escapes you, the cloud of it puffing up into the air above you. You watch the snowflakes dance in the wind for a moment longer before your eyes close as you lean your weight forward, spinning around the lamppost.

You don’t expect your momentum to suddenly be stopped by a pair of hands. You open your eyes to see Chris standing in front of you, one hand resting on your waist, his body so close to you that you can feel the warmth coming off of him. His free hand lifts up to gently cup your face as his eyes stare into you and you swear you can see every unsaid word written behind his irises.

“New York City isn’t the same without you,” he whispers.

You don’t have time to respond before Chris’ hand falls to the base of your skull, pulling you closer, his lips pressing against yours.

To say it catches you off guard is… somewhat of a lie. You had hoped it would happen. Based on how close he was to you; you could see it happening. But it had never happened before so you wouldn’t have been surprised if it didn’t happen now.

But it did. It was. Chris was kissing you. After all these years, after all these intimate moments, after all this building anticipation… he was kissing you. And it took you a minute to fully realize that. And it took you another moment before you were kissing him back. But as soon as you start to relax, to melt into his arms, Chris pulls away.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without asking. I –“

You don’t let him get another word out, pulling him back into you, crashing your lips against his. A silent confirmation that you wanted this. Thankfully, it doesn’t take Chris as long as it took you to start kissing you back. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling your body flush against his while your arms are tossed over his shoulders.

And it was perfect. Just like everyone had told you it would be back in New York. Just like you believed since the first time you met him. Just like that voice had been saying ever since you saw him again in Café Astoria.

Perfect.

[leafsbabe]

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♡ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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↳ Arber Xhekaj - boyfriend headcanon

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↳Vince Dunn - fluff

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[ilyasorokinn]

ooh and a alexis lafreniere blurb, maybe halloween/spooky season themed?

I HEART NY

i literally had to look up couple's costumes on tiktok, and the idea for this blurb was born out of the first costume from the first video i saw lol. if you're curious about the costume, here's the video (it's literally the first costume).

halloween was, without a doubt, your favorite holiday. you loved the decorations, you loved the treats, and of course, you loved dressing up.

alexis, on the other hand, could not care less about it. he loved it because it made you happy, but beyond that, he didn't share the same love for the holiday as you. he did agree to your couple's costumes every year because, again, he loved to see you happy and what else was he going to dress up as?

so, he went along with your costumes and dressed up as prince phillip and you were aurora from sleeping beauty, woody from toy story while you were little bopeep and your dog was a sheep and even the love interest from a taylor swift music video. alexis was like your own personal ken doll.

sadly, halloween was on a weekday and you had work, so halloweekend was what you had to look forward to. you had your costume planned almost a month in advance.

"lex!" you called out, bursting into your apartment with a package in hand, "it's here!"

"what's here?" he asked, looking up from whatever he was doing confused.

"the last piece of our costume." you smiled, ripping open the package and showing it to him, "look, it's perfect."

he couldn't help but smile when he saw the smile on your face, "perfect."

when saturday, the day of the party, came, alexis noticed an extra pep in your step as you were getting ready, "i don't know if I've ever asked, but why do you like halloween so much?" he asked, watching you get ready from where he was sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

you stopped what you were doing and thought about it, "i liked dressing up when i was a kid. but you had to grow out of that, so now i get to dress up again and it's fun." you explained with a smile and a shrug.

you helped alexis with the finishing touches on his costume, then you were out the door. this year, the kreiders were in charge of throwing the party, so when you knocked on their door and chris answered, he couldn't help but smile when he saw what you were dressed up as.

you lived in new york, so your costume was perfect in every way. you were dressed up at the statue of liberty while alexis was a new york city tourist, decked out in one of those touristy 'i <3 ny' shirts.

"you guys look great." he complimented, stepping aside and letting you in, "as always," he added.

"thank you." you smiled, accepting the drink he was offering you, "so do you."

the party went on as normal. drinks flowed, and a giant group picture was taken of everyone in their costumes. but right as you and alexis were about to leave, chris' wife stopped you at the door, "wait, before you go." she called out, and you turned around, sharing a look of confusion.

"well, chris and i decided that whoever had the best costumes, to us, would win a little something." she pulled out two halloween-decorated bags from behind her back.

"wow, thank you so much." you smiled, hugging her.

"yeah, thank you." alexis hugged her, taking the bags from her.

"well, it couldn't have gone to anyone except you. you always have the best costumes, every year." she nudged you.

"thanks." you smile bashfully. you said your goodbyes and then made your way towards your car where you dove into the bags, "candy." you hummed, ripping into one of the bars.

"okay, if there are gifts invovled next year, i'll dress up as anything you want." alexis told you as he took a bite of his own piece of candy.

"you do that anyways." you teased, kissing his cheek.

taylor's tumblr-versary!

[wildrangers]

Which hockey players do you think would make good dads? (Who aren’t already) been reading blurbs and imagines so I’m in my feels lol. Also loved the first Taylor Swift vault blurb, so good! 😊

Hi there anon!!

Interesting question hmmm…one of the first that comes to mind is Nico, he just seems so soft and wonderful. Chris Kreider would be a wonderful father for sure. Omg and Dougie Hamilton!! The cutest. Brock Boeser comes to mind. I feel like the Hughes parents are great so when the boys are older they will be too but they’re pretty young yet (minus Quinn, he’s a full adult lol). I feel like the Tkachuks would be chaos incarnate but kind of fun? That’s all I’ve got 😂😂

And ahhhh thank you it means so much!! 🫶🏻 I’m hoping to get the next one up before Christmas.

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

Okay, imagine this. Chris Kreider- idk if you're into him, but it's too late now- imagine cuddling on the couch with him and your guys' dog

what i wouldn’t GIVE

“We should just sleep here.” You mumbled, nestling further into your spot, back pressed against Chris’ front as he leaned up against the arm of the couch. There was a dog laying in your lap, atop the heavy throw blanket, and the credits for the movie Chris had insisted on watching playing on the television.

“As much as I’d love that,” He started, pausing to press a soft kiss right below your ear from his position behind you. “I don’t think my coaches would be too happy.”

“Five more minutes at least?” You hummed, not giving him the chance to respond before you leaned back into his hold after scratching the dog between the ears. Chris chuckled, tightening his hold on your for a moment.

“Five more minutes.”

[rangers2076]

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?” for Chris Kreider

Your sister’s baby was sleeping soundly beside you, nestled up on top of Chris’s chest. It was easily one of the best things you have ever seen, and it filled you with so much warmth and happiness seeing the big man so gentle with the little girl.

“She loves you, you know. She doesn’t fall asleep for just anyone,” you tell him with a smile.

Chris turns his head towards you and whispers so he doesn’t wake her up. “Adrianna is the easiest baby, I swear. My nephew and nieces never go down for me so quickly.”

“Babe, trust me gives Nicole the hardest time sometimes. She told me that the other night she had to drive around for nearly 3 hours until she finally went to sleep. I think you might have the magic touch.”

After hearing your words Chris looks down at the 6 month old fast asleep on his chest, butt up and a small amount of drool coming out of her mouth. Even though she’s leaving a pool of slobber on his shirt, he looks at her with so much adoration in his eyes.

It was noticeable that she wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon, so Chris stood up to put her into the portable crib in your room. He walks out with the baby monitor in his hand and instead of taking his seat at the other end of the couch, he sits right next to you. You let out a little squeal when he lifts you up to pull you on his lap, quick to quiet down as to not wake your niece.

You lean back into his body, sighing contently when he wraps his large arms around your waist. One of his hands grab your left one, and spins the diamond ring around your finger.

“What’s on your mind baby?” you question your fiancé.

Chris kisses your shoulder, still lost in thought for a moment. “There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

His words make your heart skip a beat, an ever wider smile spreading across your face. You turn around, putting your legs on either side on him and wrap your arms around his neck.

Instinctively Chris puts his hands around your hips and pulls you closer to him. He pecks the tip of your nose lovingly a few times while you answer him.

“I guess that makes me pretty lucky then. That I’m the one you’ve chosen to love.”

He shakes his head at you. “Nope. I’m the lucky one here. I’m lucky that you’re going to be my wife, and one day that’s going to be our baby sleeping in there.” Chris nods his head over to your bedroom, arms pulling you even closer to him so that he could press a kiss to your lips.

“I can’t wait,” you say softly before going right back to kissing the love of your life.

[comphy-and-cozy]

it’s the “i’m pregnant” one 🙂🐢

I gotchu, enjoy the angst 😇

Prompt: “I’m pregnant.”

Pairing: Chris Kreider x Reader (f)

Word Count: 846

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

Parties are supposed to be fun, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re what?”

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

“Chris, I —”

“When were you gonna tell me?”

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

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

“Is it mine?”

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

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

“What are we gonna do? Are you — ?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[laurenairay]

Thank you so much for celebrating my birthday with me!

16 blurbs, 12687 words, and a whole lot of fun.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on all of these if you haven’t read them already! 

Chris Kreider - “I’ve had a terrible day at work…so just kiss me.”  Tyler Seguin – “Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.”  JT Compher – “Your bed head is really cute.”  Dougie Hamilton – “We should compare hands. You know, for science.”  Nathan MacKinnon – “You know it’s only you who makes me like this.”  Cale Makar – “Come on, dance with me.”  Jamie Oleksiak – “My clothes look good on you.”  Andrei Svechnikov – “Would it be weird if I kissed you?”  Casey Cizikas – “Spend the night with me?”  Colton Parayko – “It’s raining, you’re going to get sick.”  Tyson Jost - “Hold my hand.” “What?”  Jacob Markstrom - “You bet on us?”  Leon Draisaitl – “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”  Andrei Svechnikov – “I wanted to surprise you.” Matthew Tkachuk – “This is the opposite of what I asked you to do.” Nolan Patrick – “What are you doing up?” “My personal heater went away.”

[senditcolton]

Can you pls write #15 with Kreider?

of course my dear anon. this ended up being more fluffy than I originally planned but I hope you still love it.

You are the best romance I never had.

It took some time to find the perfect café in St. Paul.

When you first moved out to Minnesota, you didn’t have chance to explore the city before you were thrown into the job that was the reason for your relocation. You didn’t mind though: the work helped you keep your mind off of everything that you had left behind. But eventually, you managed to break out of the habit of just ordering from one of the major coffee chains and look for a genuine café.

You found the perfect spot last summer and soon, Café Astoria had become your home away from home. The baristas knew you by name, often times your order was ready before you had even stepped up to the till to pay for it and if you ever missed coming in on one of you regular days, the next time you appeared you were littered with questions about where you had been.

It was a perfect place to get work done, to sit and relax, and to think about your life; reminiscing over the past, preparing for the present, and wondering about the future.

However, you hadn’t expected that a ghost from your past, a ghost with gentle eyes and a dimpled smile, a ghost that you had spent the last eight months trying to forget, would wander into the same café one Tuesday afternoon in early January.

~

You looked forward to Tuesdays because you had a ritual. You would arrive at Café Astoria right as they opened and sit at the corner table next to the window. You ordered your two lattes of the day, one to be served in the morning with a slice of their homemade lemon loaf and the next a little later in the afternoon. And then you sat with your laptop and worked. Tuesday was what you referred to as you planning day; scheduling everything from staff meetings to projects to special events the university was hosting, to one-on-one time with your students. It was a habit became an intrinsic part of your life, that you felt out of sorts whenever you missed it.

That was where you found yourself today, finishing up the last few crumbs of your lemon loaf, your fingers furiously typing on your keyboard. You were so absorbed in your work that you didn’t pay attention whenever the café doors opened, didn’t pay any mind to the other patrons.

At least until you heard the order of a blended iced mocha, an order that you still had memorized in your head from your time in New York, and only then did your eyes shoot up to glance around the café.

There’s no ways it’s him, you think to yourself, your heart quickening when you hear the barista call out his name afterwards the order. You tried to rationalize that there must be hundreds of Chris’ in this city alone and it could truly be this insane coincidence but as soon as that thought passes through your mind, you see the tall frame of him step up to the counter.

You had tried not to think about him, tried to leave him the memory of him back in the east coast city. But you were kidding yourself if you thought you could forget that head of curls and those elegant hands.

Chris Kreider was in the café you now called your sanctuary.

Chris Kreider had walked back into your life after you had watched him leave your New York City apartment eight months ago.

You watch as he moves through the tables over to the stand where the café kept their straws, napkins and spices and your mind start playing back the memories that you had with him, which in truth, weren’t many.

Back in New York, you supposed you would call yourself friends but in reality, friendship was a loose term to apply to what you and Chris shared. Back then, you were actually closer to Irma Helin but because of proximity and her husband Mika and Chris’ genuine friendship, you came into contact with Chris enough that you grew to know him. But he wasn’t your friend.

The word you often used was an infatuation to describe the relationship you and Chris shared. You liked him; you were pretty sure he liked you. But nothing ever happened. There was insane chemistry, yes, so much so that everyone else in your lives were pushing both of you to just take the leap actually start dating. But you never did so the chemistry, the intimacy, and the flirty moments where the two of you toed the line at something more was all you shared.

You and Chris were nothing serious, nothing physical, nothing defined. So, when you got the job offer that meant having to relocate to Minnesota, you had nothing keeping you in New York City. You said as much to him the last night you saw him and now, if you were asked, you would’ve confessed that when you said that, you were silently begging him to give you a reason to stay.

But he didn’t. Instead, he let you go and you had spent your time in this new city trying to let him go.

And now, here he was.

You gently shut your laptop and lift yourself up from the table, silently following his path through the café before you reach him, standing behind him and watching how his hands move before finally getting up the nerve to speak.

“Still ordering iced drinks in the middle of winter, I see.”

You see his body still, his physical reaction almost identical to yours a few minutes earlier when you saw him again and it is a moment before he turns his body towards you and you can’t stop the small rush of relief that breezes through you at the sight of his gentle smile once again being directed at you.

“Some things never change,” he laughs and you respond in kind as you feel his eyes take you in. Perhaps your hair was a little longer, perhaps your clothes were a little more stylish but you knew he saw the same person that he remembered from the city.

“Hi,” you lightly whisper, the heat threatening to rush to your cheeks under his gaze.

“Hi. How have you been?”

“Pretty good. And you?”

“The same.”

“That’s good to hear,” you say, loving the fact that you were able to hear his voice again but hating how stilted the conversation became. You take another deep breath, trying to shake off the nerves before speaking again.

“I would ask what brings you to St. Paul but I’m assuming it’s a game.”

“Yeah, tonight against the Wild.”

“Figured as much. Well, I have a table in the corner if you want to join me?”

The question is a little hesitant, filled with unsaid words and unearthed emotions but if Chris can sense it, he doesn’t call you out. Instead, he gives you a small nod of confirmation and you lead him back to your regular spot with him settling down in the chair across from you.

The two of you start talking again, the conversation still a little tentative as you ask each other about work, your families, life in general. And eventually, you aren’t sure when shift happens or what exact moment caused it, but eventually you and Chris are talking and laughing and the conversation flows as if the two of you were never separated.

The chemistry you felt with him also returns, although now, it feels heightened as if you were making up for lost time and you have to stop your heart from beating out of your chest at some of the glances Chris throws in your direction.

It feels like no time has passed at all before Chris’ phone alarm goes off. He looks at his and you see his content expression slightly falter at the alert on the screen and your peace ruptures too as you can tell that this signaled the end of your conversation. And Chris’ words confirm your suspicion shortly after.

“I have to go. Time to get ready for the game,” he says and you nod quickly, matching his movements as he raises himself up from the table.

“Well, it was really nice to see you again,” you reply, trying not to let the disappointment creep into your voice.

“Yeah, this was really nice,” he returns your sentiment with a melancholy smile of his own as the two of you stand across from each other, you preparing yourself for the inevitable goodbye. But Chris surprises you by speaking again.

“Maybe we should do this on purpose some time. I was thinking maybe dinner? Tomorrow night?”

“You’re still in town?”

“Yeah, a weird schedule has us playing Minnesota the day after next as well so, I’m here for at least two more days,” he explains gently and you can see the hope sparkling in his eyes as he waits for your reply.

It comes easily.

“I would love that,” you say, the sadness twinging your features disappearing to reveal a genuine happiness that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Perfect,” Chris says, his own expression morphing to match yours. “Do you still have my number?”

“Haven’t deleted it yet,” you joke causing a small, albeit relived chuckle to fall from Chris.

“Glad to here it. Well, I have to go but I’ll text you, okay?”

“I’ll be waiting,” you reply .

You are ready to watch Chris turn and walk out of the café before he catches you off guard and pulls you into a quick hug. And the feeling of his arms wrapped around you stays with you long after he’s pushed open the café door and you have sat back down, taking a sip of your half-drunk latte, silently thanking whatever force was out there for bringing Chris Kreider back into your life.

[leafsbabe]

dad(dy) - Chris Kreider (blurb)

The moment you woke up you had a feeling something was off. At first nothing seemed out of order. You were wrapped up in cozy blankets, face pressed against your partner's pillow –because it smelled like him and you liked to keep it close as a replacement for him when he wasn’t there– with the sun softly shining into the room from the large windows. 

It was a beautiful morning and something didn’t feel right. 

That feeling went unexplained for almost a whole minute before you rolled over and caught sight of the analogue alarm clock Chris insisted on keeping on his nightstand. 

You should have been up hours ago. The baby was supposed to be up hours ago. Hell, the baby should be crying but instead the apartment was silent. Too silent. 

You didn’t bother throwing anything over your pajamas, just rolled over and bolted to the door, almost wiping out on a shirt left lying on the ground. Having the nursery in a separate room had been a mistake, if Chris had just listened and let you keep the baby’s cot in your bedroom this wouldn’t have happened.

Leaving your bedroom in a hurry you were halfway to losing your mind when you heard the most beautiful sound coming from the living room. Baby Kreider laid on a soft mat on your living room floor, giggling loudly with Chris resting on his stomach beside the mat. You watched silently as Chris reached over and gently turned the happy baby until he was rolled over onto his stomach.

“No no no. It’s tummy time, buddy. I leave you alone for two seconds and you turn around again… How are we meant to keep up with you once you can crawl, huh? Can’t even keep up with you when you’re stationary.”

Your son ignored his dad and instead tried to turn over again, he was still giggling –the high pitched sound filling the room– and the sight of your two boys on the floor, side by side on their stomachs, filled you with joy. 

Chris was so focused on your baby that he didn’t even notice you entering the room at first. It wasn’t until you were standing right next to them that he noticed you. 

“Hey.” Chris jumped up, carefully leaning over to press a soft kiss to your lips before dropping back down. 

“Morning.” You mumbled back, sitting down on the floor as well and lifting your little man until you could give him a proper morning cuddle. “Did I sleep through him crying?”

A tiny hand began tugging on your clothes but you just pressed a kiss to your son’s soft little head before looking at Chris again. 

“No, he didn't cry today. Just got a little fuzzy in the morning but he slept through the entire night like an angel. We’ve been up for a bit but I thought it would be nice for you to sleep in.” He said. “There’s some iced coffee in the fridge if you want it. I picked it up for you while we were on a walk but I got it without the ice because it would melt so you’ll have to add some from the freezer. Or there’s a fresh pot in the kitchen if you’d rather have a hot one.” 

You thought for a moment before you responded. “I’ll get it later. First we have to finish tummy time, don't you think?” 

Chris smiled at you, laying back down to show your son what to do as you gently laid him back on the Mat beside his father.

No matter how chaotic your mornings could be, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

[ahockeywrites]

Chris Kreider finally gets an Instagram x “reader” (is this how you request things? I’m new at this 🥲🥲🥲)

Thank you and yes, this is how you request a thing. I hope it’s what you wanted 💕💕

liked by nyrangers, yourusername, and 67,920 others

ck20: how does this thing work?

yourusername: hubba hubba 🥵

↳ ck20: thanks for the help setting up baby!

rangerfans: welcome to insta chris!

foxyclean: no longer the social media hermit

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tagged: ck20

yourusername: got him on the interwebs

yourbestfriend: how???

↳ yourusername: honestly idk

zibanejad93: thanks now i can send him bad memes

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ck20: happy birthday baby ❤️

nyrfan1: she’s so pretty 😍😍

fan2: i don’t know who’s punching, him or her

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yourusername: we’re cute

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[princessphilly]

All The Stars

Sequel to Because of The Strand

Banner was made by the lovely @newlibrary

CW: body image issues, body insecurity, self body shaming, bad language, angst, mild smut

WC: 4509

Tagging: @starshine-hockey-girl @chara-hugs @newlibrary @thebookofmags @poojasbehavior @whoeverineedtobe @whatishockey @himbos-on-ice @cbcrazies @annaloveloki @kreiderrider @huggybearmylove43 @juuuuuse

Love, let’s talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? I know the feeling haunt you This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer - Kendrick Lamar f. Sza - All The Stars

Fall

No matter where it was, taking clients to games was always the same. Idle chatter, food, drinks, barely paying attention to the game.

Lauren sighed as she half-heartedly listened to her colleagues. This was meant to impress her, the newest partner at Fox Rothschild in NY, a transfer from the Pittsburgh office. Over the years, Lauren had become a heavyweight contract lawyer, admitted to practice in Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey, California, Delaware, and Washington D.C. However, after her divorce, Lauren decided to transfer offices to NYC, the home of Wall Street. This also brought her closer to her main client, NBC Universal.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Ms. Huang?”

Lauren gave the associate a polite smile. “Yes. It’s been an interesting game.”

The Rangers were currently playing the Penguins and while Lauren still wasn’t a hockey fan, she was rooting for the Pens, just because of Nina. Before she could say anything else, she heard the crack of glass and felt something hard hit her right in the right eye before everything went black.

**

“Wow, never thought I would see you again.”

Lauren blinked as she came to. She was laying back on something, a couch or cot. Her brand new St.John suit had splotches of blood on it.

And right in front of her was Chris, in the flesh. He had a mixture of concern, shock, and smugness on his face as the trainer dabbed something on her face. “That’s also going to leave a nice mark,” he commented.

Lauren sighed. “How long was I out?”

“You missed the whole third period,” the trainer replied. “Rangers won 2-1.”

Lauren rolled her eyes before taking Chris in. He was absolutely delectable in a navy suit, his crisp white shirt setting off what seemed to be the last of a summer tan. The urge to lick her lips was there but Lauren refused to give in to it. Chris smirked and Lauren gave him a blank look. Then he said, “This is nice, seeing you even though you totally ignored me at Hayesy’s wedding.”

“There was nothing to say.”

Lauren tried to stand up but she wobbled. Before she could fall, Chris grabbed her arm. “Steady, steady.”

Sitting back down, Lauren ignored that Chris still had his hand on her shoulder. Groaning, she grumbled, “At least I don’t have to go to court for the next two weeks.”

“Ma’am, do you have someone to take you home.” the trainer politely asked.

Considering his question, Lauren resisted the urge to move Chris’ hand. It was simple but it felt so good. “I was planning on calling a car,” she finally replied.

“I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

Lauren glared at Chris, shrugging her shoulders to finally move his hand. “You don’t have to go out of your way, Mr. Kreider.”

“It is not a problem, at all.”

Before she could tell him where to shove his concern, Lauren winced. Her head really did hurt and if he was a dick, she could tell Marisa and Nina. “Whatever.”

**

Two Weeks Later

Lauren typed on her laptop, her hair pulled up into a ponytail. Her black eye was finally fading away, the skin around her right eye sallow green. More importantly, she was finally totally recovered from the very mild concussion that puck had given her.

The news about her black eye had hit the news and the group chat. It was a bit of notoriety for one of the newer partners, notoriety that the PR flacks at the firm had turned to brag about her record at winning cases in the Northeast/Mid Atlantic US District Civil Courts. The Rangers, well, they offered her tickets of her choice to another game. Chris had hand delivered them to her. Helene, her cousin, gloated that it was the kind of publicity that people wish they could buy.

Lauren was considering looking for a new apartment now that Chris knew where she lived. But this was a decent 1 bedroom apartment in Alphabet City with a rent that wasn't too bad. So, Lauren was staying for now.

Now… Chris, he was determined but not pushy. He checked up on her to make sure she was okay but as soon as Lauren said she was totally fine, he asked her out. “I need to make amends for what happened years ago,”  he had said but Lauren told him that she was bisexual and that she dated men and women. Chris said that was fine, and no, he didn’t want to see her fuck another woman in front of him. Laure had said she would think about it. And now she was dodging his calls and texts.

The group chat… it was en fuego. Lauren admitted that she had met Chris before, when she was a 2L at NYU and her friends wouldn’t stop their dreams. All of them in some manner or form, even Siobhan, all thought it was kinda romantic that they had run into each other again, even after Marisa and Kevin’s wedding. Desiree even said that she felt that Lauren was being too stiff at the wedding and now it made sense. Marisa was openly rooting for Lauren and Chris to date.

**

“You broke up with Lina, right?”

Lauren poked her poke bowl with her fork. Lina had dumped her three months ago after moving with her to NYC. “Well, she dumped me so I guess she broke up with me.”

Marisa pressed, “You always told me you wondered what could have been with Chris. I understood why you didn’t take that chance at my wedding, you were still with Lina. Look, fate is giving you another chance! Take it!”

Lauren sighed before biting into her nori and salmon. “I couldn’t make a marriage work with a man, nor a long-term relationship with a woman. Maybe I should just give up.”

“No, don’t give up. Give Chris a chance. Kevin loves him and thinks highly of him. Then, if it doesn’t work, then give up because the rest of men out here are trash.”

**

Thursday night, Lauren saw Chris at dinner at Rocco’s Steakhouse. She didn’t say anything to him as it was a work dinner.

Saturday brunch, Lauren picked up her meal from Cookhouse and Chris was there with some teammates. Her phone buzzed but Lauren just waved.

During her lunch break, she swore she saw Chris’s tall self walking down 8th Avenue past Bleecker’s playground and Lauren wanted to die. Happy that she wore flats, Lauren quickly attempted to walk back to her apartment but to her dismay, she bumped into Chris and some guy with long hair walking a dog.

“Finally, I got you!”

“Isn’t that the lady you hit with a puck, Kreids?”

Lauren stiffly smiled. “So you have.”

“Mika, this is Lauren, Lauren, this is Mika,” Chris introduced. Lauren shook Mika’s hand.

Mika smiled and Lauren couldn’t help but swoon a bit inside. “So you’re the one that’s turning my friend into knots. It’s nice to actually meet you.”

“I don’t turn anyone into knots.”

Lauren blinked as she looked down at herself. Her hair was pulled into a knot, she was bloated so her tummy was sticking out more than usual, totally different than the uber-hot blonde that was walking towards the three of them. Lauren wasn’t having a good mental self-image day.

The hot blonde stopped after meeting them, giving Mika a kiss on the cheek. Even if she was even going to contemplate Christopher, Lauren knew she didn’t even look anything like this woman. Sucked into an abnormal self-loathing spiel, Lauren barely acknowledged Mika introducing, “Lauren, this is Irma. Irma, this is Lauren, the woman that Kreids hit with a puck.”

“Nice to meet you,” Irma politely replied, holding out her hand. Lauren shook it as Irma added, ‘I saw your profile in the Top 40 under 40 in NYC. You’re a lawyer?”

“Yes, I am. I specialize in contracts and mergers.”

“Very smart, almost too smart for you, Chris,” Irma teased. Lauren grimaced while Chris laughed. Irma added, “It’s nice to put a face on the woman Chris is always talking about.”

“Me, talking about me?” Lauren blinked, confused. “I’m no one important.”

Irma and Mika shared a look but neither said anything. Chris, however, said, “You’re important to me.”

“Whatever, anyway, it’s nice to meet you two but my lunch break is over,” Lauren said, pasting her best courtroom smile on her face. Walking away before any of them could respond, Lauren mentally castigated herself. You should have just said hi and bye, she told herself. NYC was huge, sooner or later you’d stop running into him.

Unfortunately, Chris was able to catch up to her. The problems of being short and fat, Lauren complained mentally as Chris tapped her shoulder. “Lauren, if I’m making you feel weird, I’m sorry,” Chris quietly said. “I always thought we had something special.”

Despite her better judgment, Lauren turned around and looked at Chris. Eyes were keys to the soul and there was nothing in them that screamed danger or manipulation. He was telling the truth.

“Fine, I'm going out with you, once, you have to figure out a day and place.”

**

Winter

One date turned into five. Five turned into movie nights and hanging out reading together.

One month turned into three and when she realized it, Lauren freaked out. Two weeks ago, she blew Chris off but he had a road trip. Tonight, she attempted to blow him off again but instead, he came over with authentic NYC pizza, beer, and a dogged determination to get her to talk. Using her skills, Lauren fended him off through dinner until Chris finally felt his temper slip.

“Why are you still trying to push me away?”

Lauren shrugged as she looked at her nails. “I’m a lawyer and you’re a hockey player, star of your team. This is meant to be a fling and you know it, Chris.”

Chris didn’t know if he wanted to shake her or kiss Lauren. For such an intelligent woman, she was dense, denser than a slice of NY cheesecake from Juniors. “I tried to forget you, I did all I could to move on, but I always wondered what could have been, Lauren. You can’t tell me you never thought the same thing.”

Lauren looked up at Chris. “I did, then I grew up. Dreams aren’t reality, Chris, and there’s no such thing as fate.”

“If so… why did you ignore me at Hayesy’s wedding? And if it wasn’t fate, then why did that puck hit you?”

“Dumb luck.”

Chris ran a hand over his face, exasperated. “I’m just asking you to give this a chance, Lauren! There’s a reason why we kept running into each other.”

Lauren paused, stepping backwards as Chris walked towards her. “Oof,” she squeaked as she hit the wall. Something crashed on the floor but before she could say anything, Chris’s fingers touched her chin.

“лапушечка (sweetie pie), Schätzchen (honey),” Chris began, “Just give us a chance.”

Lauren didn’t know what he called her in Russian but she knew Schätzchen translated to honey or sweetheart in German. Before she could say something, Chris whispered, “I notice how you react to me every time we interact, Lauren. It’s been seven long years. I don’t care that you’ve been married, or been in other relationships. I want to see what we can have now.”

“You’re so fucking smooth, Kreider.”

Chris laughed at Lauren’s mumbling. Then he pressed into her and Lauren gasped at the feel of his hardness against her belly. That was something really impressive.

“It’s going to be so good, Schätzchen, just let me in.”

“But,” Lauren faintly said, “Fuck, I don’t even know what to say.”

Chris paused for a second, looking down at Lauren. “Then I should go home. Just think about it, okay?”

Lauren gulped. Her heart was saying one thing but her brain was saying something totally different. She nodded, unlocking her door and letting Chris out.

**

Leaning on his twig, Chris watched the PK team set up to practice. Then he felt a bump to his side as Ryan crashed into him. “Ouch,” Chris mockingly gasped as Ryan and Mika laughed.

“What happened with your lawyer lady? Haven’t seen you bring her around recently,” Ryan asked.

Chris shrugged. “She asked for space.”

Mika arched an eyebrow. “Again? If I hadn’t seen the way she looks at you, I’d tell you to cut your losses and find someone else, Kreids.”

“I saw the way she was smiling at the King’s party a couple of weeks ago. Maybe she realized she was too smart for you,” Ryan drawled.

Chris jabbed Ryan in the side with an elbow. “You wish, Lindy.”

Ryan held up his hands in mock surrender before skating away. Mika poked his best friend and Chris turned towards him. “You know, Kreids, she’s your forever like Irma is mine. I know that you’re trying to let her figure it out though.”

Chris just stared at his best friend for several moments before shaking his head.

**

“Have some confidence! Call him!”

Lauren sarcastically laughed while holding her goddaughter. Jamila was visiting and of course, she brought her doll of a daughter, Maya, with her. “Maya, why are you so cute?”

Blowing raspberries, Lauren smiled as Maya giggled, her brown eyes wide. Jamila cleared her throat. “Don’t use my baby to change the subject.”

“She is so cute and so adorable though!”

“And you need to call him. This Chris guy is respecting your space but you really like him,” Jamila insisted.

Lauren sighed as she held Maya. Jamila rolled her eyes before saying, “Not every man is like your worthless ex.”

“Ahem, you’re the one who is a single mother because you dumped Maya’s dad,” Lauren retorted.

“I did that before I knew I was pregnant. Anyway, you have a chance to be happy.”

Lauren sighed as she put Maya into her pack n’ play. “When did you become the romance doctor? I heard you told Desie to marry that guy she’s now seeing and now you’re telling me to get together with Chris.”

“Because you deserve to be happy.”

Smirking, Jamila held up Lauren’s phone to her face while she wasn’t paying attention. Unlocking it, Jamila scrolled until she found Chris’ number. Tapping it, she put it on speakerphone while it dialed.

“Jamila, what did you do,” Lauren shrieked as Chris appeared on the screen.

“Hi, I’m Jamila, one of Lauren’s besties. She’s free this weekend and she needs to go out. Thank me later!”

Jamila smiled triumphantly as Lauren gave Chris a bashful smile. Chris chuckled. “Oh, is she right?”

“Ihatewhenimwrong,” Lauren mumbled.

“Schätzchen?”

In the background, Jamila commented, “He even has a nickname for you in a foreign language. Oh girl.”

“I said, I hate when I’m wrong. I still want to go out with you,” Lauren stated as Jamila laughed.

**

Lauren sighed, her body slightly sore as she turned in bed. There was a hard body behind her and she remembered where she was. Last night, she went out with Chris for the second time since Jamila sneak-FT him and she let him bring her to his home. Lauren had been very meh on sex since her brief marriage and how unfulfilling it had been. But one night with Chris had made her remember that she had once liked sex and liked it a lot.

“How are you feeling?”

Turning her head, Lauren looked into Chris’ eyes. He had a slight smile on his face, his hand curled around her waist. “I feel amazing.”

His other hand trailed between her thighs and Lauren spread them wider, giving Chris access. That little voice in her head tried to start talking about her size but Lauren shushed it as Chris’ fingers lightly played with her clit. His voice was even deeper as he said, “Look at how wet you are.”

“You should do something about it then,” Lauren taunted with a smile. She giggled as Chris shifted positions to where she was on top of him.

“Then you should ride my face. And don’t start thinking any bullshit either.”

With a shy smile, Lauren shifted to where her pussy was right above Chris’ face, moaning as his strong arms pulled her in as his tongue began it’s quest to give her yet another orgasm.

**

Spring

Every time Lauren thought about this necessary conversation, she wanted to cry.

There was never a good time. First the team was in the playoff hunt, then the playoffs started. Lauren went to games, supported the team through the highs and then the lows as they lost in the Eastern Conference Finals to Tampa Bay. Now, the season was over and Chris was about to go play in the World Championships for the USA. Lauren decided it was time, time to say it before getting too entangled for her own good.

Dinner itself went well. Chris had picked out a small restaurant in Little Italy that had the best cacio e pepe. At the end, though, Chris said, “Something is on your mind, Laur. What’s going on?”

“I’m not going to waste your time, Chris. I can’t have kids currently and I’m not interested in undergoing any kind of shit to try to have a kid. Adoption is an option but if kids are something you have to have, it’s best you find someone else.”

Lauren sagged in her chair after she said her piece. Chris looked at her, his brown eyes narrowed. There was an extended pause before Chris finally said, “I, I have to think about it. I’m not going to tell you that’s great without seriously thinking about it.”

Nodding, Lauren felt her heart drop to her feet. But it was good that Chris said he had to think about it; it would be worse if he automatically said it was okay.

The rest of dinner seemed to drag as they tried to talk about other subjects. Then Lauren finally said, “I’m going to go.”

Chris automatically got up but Lauren added, “By myself, tonight, Chris.”

“I’m going to at least make sure you get home safe.”

Once Lauren was home, she placed her hands in the pockets of her jumpsuit. “Good luck, Chris.”

“Thanks, Laur.”

Chris smiled before giving her a soft kiss.

**

Three weeks later

“Why don’t you want kids? I mean, kids are amazing and don’t you want a legacy?”

Lauren gritted her teeth as she stared at Collins. Like a man, he didn’t get it but he didn’t have to do the hard work. Lauren was there after Jamila gave birth to Maya. There was the after birth bleeding, the stitching after the emergency c-section, the pain Jamila went through as her incisions didn’t heal right the first time. It was so much that Lauren witnessed, not just as a friend but as a lawyer, that it was a no. A very hard no. She smiled at Collins and said, “Some of us are just not wired to give birth.”

Inwardly, she rolled her eyes as her fellow partner started talking about his great children. It was easy for a man to have kids; usually there was a wife or other partner to take the slack of raising children and running the household. After dealing with Peter’s incompetent ass, Lauren decided her career was more important than having children. A bout of pelvic inflammatory disease caused by getting chlamydia from dirty dick Peter pretty much ruined Lauren’s ability to carry a child so she had her tubes burnt.

The rest of the business dinner went pretty much uneventfully until it was time to go. Collins felt the need to touch Lauren on the small of her back and before she could say anything, Lauren felt eyes on her. It was Chris, he was back in town with a very inscrutable expression.

**

After getting home, Lauren poured herself a glass of wine as she waited. From the look in Chris’ eyes, she felt like he was going to come by and when she read the text, she knew she was right. Within a moment of responding, she felt his knock on her door. Putting her wine down, Lauren let him in. In a matter of seconds, Chris had her in his arms.

“Did you let him touch you there?”

A soft press of Chris’s fingers on the junction between Lauren’s shoulder and your neck made her shudder. His fingers trailing down her back upped the ante. “Or is that still just for me?”

Lauren’s eyes closed as she felt his fingers cup her breasts through her shirt. Then he murmured, “Hmm?”

“Maybe I let him,” Lauren replied. “You aren’t the only man around here.”

Chris pulled you closer into him, letting you feel just how hard he was for you. “Such a tease, Schätzchen. You love driving me crazy.”

Lauren let out a sardonic laugh before Chris nipped her ear. “You didn’t even let me tell you my answer before you decided to find another man. Were you that sure I’d say no?”

“Yes, yes I was,” Lauren managed to say. Something swelled up inside of her at his words and she struggled to stamp it down.

Chris maneuvered them to where they were standing in front of a floor-length mirror. “любимая (my darling), I’ve waited years to finally see you again. I’ll gladly be the world's best uncle instead of being a dad to be with you, Schätzchen.”

Lauren peeled away. It was almost too good to be true, she thought before saying, “He’s just my coworker, Chris. But you say that now but you’ll change your mind. Wait until the media starts talking about your fat girlfriend and-”

The look in Chris’ eyes sent shivers down Lauren’s spine. “I’m tired of how you’re always self deprecating yourself, Lauren.”

Before she realized it, Chris had pulled her into his arms again. “Chris-“ Lauren began before he interrupted her. “No, you seem to think you’re too big for me and that you’re not good enough even though you are absolutely amazing. You are a talented lawyer, a loyal friend, and from what I’ve met of your family, a loving sister. I don’t know what your ex said to you but I want to beat the hell out of him for making you feel so insecure.”

“But I’m not skinny, blonde, and white. Irma is amazing but I know the kind of women that are expected to be hockey significant others,” Lauren argued. “One of my besties got shit and she’s amazing.”

“One, I don’t give a fuck about what is expected from me. I hadn’t realized it when we first met but I realized when I literally found you again, I had been waiting for you. And if it’s a problem with the team, I’ll fucking retire.”

Lauren stared at Chris with wide eyes. His face was dead serious. “Hockey is a sport. You are forever.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Chris replied. “You’re worth it all, Lauren.”

**

Summer

“I’m still surprised you decided to stay here instead of going away for the offseason.”

Chris shrugged at that. They were in bed on a Sunday morning. Lauren’s curves were pressed into his side as they looked out at the early July sunrise from his place. “I wanted to be with you. Plus the commute to my trainer isn’t that bad since he’s in Greenwich.”

“Nice.”

Delicate fingers caressed his chest before trailing lower. Catching Lauren’s hand, Chris warned, “I’m not trying to cum like I did the last time you jerked me off.”

“Not my fault,” Lauren laughed. “But I want to feel you in my mouth before you go away.”

Chris licked his lips as Lauren straddled his hips. “Or maybe I want you deep inside of me instead.”

“You can have whatever you want,” Chris vowed, as Lauren began to slide down on his cock. They both grunted when she bottomed out, the feeling almost too much as they made love again.

**

“That is beautiful,” Irma breathed.

It had been a sudden purchase when Chris saw the ring at a random jewelry store in Stockholm. It was a pink sapphire solitaire set in platinum. Some would say it was too early but this was Lauren’s ring. Chris stated, “I had to buy it, it’s her.”

“So you’re going to propose?”

Chris nodded as he looked at his best friend. “Yeah, Mika, she’s it, despite it all.”

“Then I can’t wait to be best man at your wedding.”

**

Fall

It seemed like the longest wait.

It had been about three weeks since their last date and outside of exchanging pleasantries and pics, Lauren really hadn’t had a chance to talk to Chris. Part of it was because Chris decided to visit Mika in Sweden. Lauren was unable to go because of work.

During the time away, Lauren had gone on a couple of dates with some women she had matched with on Tinder. She had let Chris know and he told her to have fun. So far, she hadn’t hit it off with anyone really. Now, it was almost time for Rangers training camp so Chris was back in NYC.

Lauren had expected that he would have come over but Chris had asked her to meet him at The Strand on Broadway, the one they had met for the first time years ago. Lauren decided to leave work a little early, walking to the train.

After getting off the train, Lauren made her way there. Browsing through the shelves, she meandered towards the foreign languages section. Chris was there, flipping through a copy of War And Peace. “Hi Chris.” “Hi Lauren.”

Chris bent down, kissing her forehead. Lauren was glad she wore her five inch high wedges today instead of the pumps she usually wore to work. She felt a bit off kilter but in a good way.

“Remember when you bumped into me here,” Chris began.

Lauren chuckled. “That’s still embarrassing to think about.”

“Schätzchen, I knew you were the one even then but I was too shy to really think about it. Then you disappeared. And because of a puck, I got to finally see you again. Despite what happened, last season was the best season of my year. So it felt fitting to come back to where it all started,” Chris stated.

Lauren’s eyes grew wide as Chris went down to one knee. Gasping, she whispered, “Oh my god…”

“Lauren Nguyen Huang, will you marry me?”

Chris opened the ring box, showing Lauren a perfect pink sapphire solitaire ring. Two tears slipped from her eyes as she said, “Yes, yes, fuck yes, I will.”

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“Is everything okay” and/or “Isn’t this what you wanted?” with Chris Kreider

prompts off of this list

“Is everything okay?”

You looked away from the candlelit dinner Chris had set up for you as a surprise and met his gaze with a watery smile. He looked surprise as your reaction, to say the least. The last thing he expected from you as a response to his anniversary dinner he set up in your apartment was tears.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked softly, taking a step closer as the first tear fell down your cheek. Your smile widened, and you nodded emphatically.

“Everything is perfect, and it’s absolutely what I wanted.” You assured him, arms coming to wrap around the back of his neck.

“Happy tears?” He asked with a grin, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders. You chuckled at his question, relishing in the feeling of his finger brushing away the wetness on your face.

“Happy tears.” You affirmed, once again. The words to express just how happy you were with him failed to come to mind, so you decided to just show him. Connecting your lips, you felt Chris tug you closer with his hands settled securely on your waist. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He mumbled against your lips, not wanting to get too far away from you. You pulled back slighty to smile at him, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek.

“Come on, Romeo. Let’s eat before dinner gets cold.”

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Situation Prompts: Kisses: 8.Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss + Chris Kreider if it hasn’t been requested 💓

Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss 

We shouldn’t be doing this.

Your words were cut off by Chris’s lips pressed against yours. Your back hit the brick of the restaurant you were supposed to be in. You pulled away, catching the way your engagement ring hit the only light in the alleyway. You wanted to rip it off, chuck it into a trash can and pretend your fiancé wasn’t sitting inside that restaurant. You didn’t plan for this to happen, but Chris was irresistible to you. He was addictive, and no matter how guilty you felt you always kept coming back to him.

“Your fiancé is an idiot,” Chris scoffs, pressing his lips to your neck and gripping your hips tightly, “He’s not going to catch us.”

“And what if he did?” You ask, the question was heavier than it was supposed to be. You thought about it all the time, what if you just left him? You didn’t know if it would be the same with Chris.

“I could take you out, and take you home,” Chris murmurs against your skin, his deepest secret finally slipping through his lips, “I’d still be here.”

“Good to know,” You muse, smiling and pushing him away with a clearer head about what you needed to do.

“Does that mean what I think it does?” Chris stops you, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

“Do you want it to?” You ask, biting your lip and looking at his hand. Chris nodded, pushing you to the door and telling you to hurry because he had plans for you.