#chris kreider fluff

[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.

[cuylleed]

NHL players

I only write for the New York Rangers, I write on both tumblr and Wattpad, just message me on here for the player and scenario, and if you want smut or fluff, only if you want me to write someone

[skjeinon]

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

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

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

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

“please take me back to the house…”

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

“yes i do…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[chukys-mouthguard]

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

Party’s Over

Words: 3.49k

Featuring: matt rempe x female reader

Genre: angst, fluff; enemies to lovers

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

“So, guess what Braden just told me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

knock knock

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

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

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

“Okay, thoughts?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be right back, bathroom.”

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

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

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

“Hey beautiful, you here alone?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”

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

“Can I-” “No, I got it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Doing what?”

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

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

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

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

knock knock

“What!”

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

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

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

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

“Matt….how did you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[leafsbabe]

…𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝒉𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒔, unfortunately i'm unable to escape the passage of time so i've recently turned twenty-five. to make the whole ordeal a little sweeter i want to celebrate with you in the only way i know how: silly little writings. so there's going to be twenty-five different things coming your way.

𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 ♡

♡ Vince Dunn - smut

♡ Sidney Crosby - nsfw alphabet

♡ Tyler Glasnow - breeding kink headcanon

♡ Thomas Bordeleau - sex headcanon

♡ Sidney Crosby - smut

♡ Matthew Tkachuk - nsfw alphabet

♡ Patrik Laine - boyfriend headcanon

♡ Vince Dunn - fluff

♡ Jeff Skinner - nsfw alphabet

♡ Matt Martin - breeding kink headcanon

♡ Matt Martin - sex headcanon

♡ Tyler Glasnow - smut

♡ Travis Kelce - nsfw alphabet

♡ Matthew Tkachuk - smut

♡ Justin Herbert - smut

♡ Jeff Skinner - smut

♡ Travis Kelce - smut

♡ Travis Kelce - sex headcanon

♡ Nico Hischier - breeding kink headcanon

♡ Andrei Svechnikov & Sebastian Aho & Teuvo Teräväinen - fluff

♡ Chris Kreider - nsfw alphabet

♡ Jake Walman - sex headcanon

♡ Aleksander Barkov - smut

♡

♡

♡ 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚

[wildrangers]

Millennium Falcon // Will Cuylle

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: A belated, fluffy Christmas tale

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, barely proofread

What is the best holiday gift you have ever received?

As Hanukkah wrapped up and the countdown to Christmas began, you figured this would be the perfect question to ask the boys at practice. As you secured your phone in its tripod, you heard boisterous voices approaching from the locker room. You glanced up to see Alexis and Artemi reading the white board and you rolled your eyes as Bread made eye contact with you, mischief in his eyes, as always.

You’d started as a social media intern for the New York Rangers a couple of seasons ago and had happily accepted a full-time position upon graduation. While Panarin enjoyed teasing you, he was also a fan favorite and knew it. So, you weren’t surprised when he walked over with a big grin, “Flip phone.”

“I’m shocked, Bread, truly” you teased, earning you a giggle before he skated onto the ice. Alexis, like many of the guys, said hockey sticks while they were growing up.

Jonny approached with a smile and you were curious what gift was making him so happy to think of, “Me and my younger brothers got paintball guns when we were younger.”

“Do you still have them?”

“Back at my parents’ house, probably. Why, did you and your boo want to borrow them?” he teased and you felt your skin grow warm at the comment.

“Hey now!” you heard a voice call from just behind Jonny and you felt your nerves settle as Mika’s smiling eyes met yours. He nudged Jonny onto the ice before responding, “Xbox maybe?”

You mouthed him a quick thanks before he glided onto the ice. As the guys cycled past, most humoring you with an answer, you finally saw your boyfriend emerge from the locker room. You watched as his eyes skimmed the whiteboard, a small smile quirking up the corner of his mouth.

“Star Wars Lego” he said confidently, drawing a laugh from your lips. Your giggle seemed to make him falter as he continued, “Ugh…yeah.”

You met his eyes with a quirk of your eyebrows, daring him to continue.

“…Millennium Falcon!” he finished, earning him another laugh and shake of your head as he retreated to his teammates on the ice.

“What was that about?” Kreider asked, head quirked.

“I guess he’s taken up manifesting, because that’s all he asked for for Christmas this year” you replied and Chris laughed, promptly going onto the ice to chirp Will.

***

A few months ago, just as the weather was starting to cool, you’d surprised Will with a trip to the Lego store in Times Square. As much as he complained about the crowds, his eyes had lit up like a little kid once you were actually in the store. It hadn’t taken long for him to locate the display Millennium Falcon and he’d glanced back at you, eyes wide in excitement.

“Can we get it?” he asked and you laughed at his request.

“This may shock you, but you’re an adult and can get whatever you’d like” you teased, lightly pinching his side beneath his coat before settling your hand there. He hummed in thought at your response and flipped the box around to check the price.

“Holy shit, that’s highway robbery” he sighed, placing the box back on the pile.

“Maybe Santa’s elves will get word to the big man ahead of Christmas” you’d joked, honestly surprised yourself at the price.

“Do you think so?” he’d kidded back but you’d also seen the hope in his eyes that maybe he’d end up with the set beneath the Christmas tree after all.

***

As the holidays grew closer, you’d gotten more pleased with yourself for going back the next day to get it for him. The brief holiday break wouldn’t give him enough time to travel home to Toronto and his family wasn’t able to make the trip to New York until New Year’s. This would be his first year not being able to see his family for Christmas and you knew it was hitting him harder than he let on. Of course, the Lego set wasn’t the same as his family’s presence but you hoped it would bring him joy nonetheless.

Christmas morning, you were woken by Will snuggling deeper into your side.

“Merry Christmas baby” you mumbled, kissing the top of his head. 

“Merry Christmas” he responded, half-heartedly.

“Presents?” you asked and he chuckled before looking up at you.

“Presents” he agreed and you two quickly scrambled out of bed.

As you approached the tree, you noticed his eyes scanning for a box big enough to hold the Millennium Falcon set. You smirked as you leaned down to grab a small box to hand to him as he settled on the couch. “I know we agreed to keep it simple this year, so I hope you like it.”

“Baby, I’m going to love it” he promised, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as you sat down beside him. He carefully peeled back the wrapping paper and opened the small box with the note inside: Find me under the bed. His confused eyes met yours and you shrugged, feeling suddenly shy about him finally opening his gift.

“What are you up to?” he questioned, ruffling your hair gently as he retreated to the bedroom. “Babe!” he called and you grinned at the barely restrained excitement in his voice.

“Yeah?” you giggled as he re-entered the living room, giant box in his arms.

“You didn’t” he laughed, tearing into the wrapping paper as soon as he set it on the table. “Babe! We said we were keeping Christmas small!”

“I mean, I kept it to one gift…” you mumbled, nervously chewing your bottom lip at his shocked expression.

“The best fucking gift ever” he argued back, scooping you into his arms as you held on, giggling. “I can’t believe you did that; you didn’t have to, baby.”

“I wanted to and I’m glad I did” you replied, connecting your lips together once he stopped spinning around in his excitement. “I love you.”

“And I love you” he replied quietly, warm brown eyes locked on yours. “Now I don’t have to worry I over did my gift.”

“William!” you teased, hopping down from his grip. “You shouldn’t have gone too crazy.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” he chuckled, pointing at his Lego set and you had no response to that except to sigh as he settled you on the couch, telling you to close your eyes. You did as instructed, holding out your cupped hands, waiting nervously until a small piece of metal nestled into your palm. You opened your eyes in confusion, taking in the delicate metal key on a silver chain in your hands.

“I’m confused” you admitted, eyes rising to see his deeply reddened cheeks.

“Well, your lease is up in February and I’ve crashed at the Trochek’s long enough…would you want to get a place with me?” he asked, nervously scratching the back of his head.

As his words sunk in you squealed in excitement, shooting up to wrap him in an embrace, “Yes, of course!” you pulled away just enough to cup his face in your hands. “You didn’t need to get so nervous, silly.”

“I mean, it’s a big step, I didn’t want to assume…” he mumbled and you quieted him with a soft kiss. His large hands gently landed on your hips, pulling you flush against his frame and you lost yourself in the feel of him. He pulled away for air, resting his forehead against yours. “I can’t believe it” he said quietly and you smiled.

“I know, our first place together!” you said excitedly only to follow his gaze to the box on the living room table. “…you meant the Lego set, didn’t you?”

“Babe, it’s the Millennium Falcon!”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, thanks again to the lovely anon who requested Mr Cuylle 💕 I'm including the TikTok that inspired this below for anyone who missed it. I am slowly recovering from COVID so I am going to actually continue my 1989 Vault Track series now…

~The inspo~

[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

*

“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.

[ao3feed-hockey]

Hearts will be glowing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Br3lhTQ

by NYRfan_JustPassingThrough

There’s much mistletoe-ing at the team Christmas party this year. And it sets some other things in motion.

Words: 6733, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mika Zibanejad, Chris Kreider, New York Rangers Ensemble

Relationships: Chris Kreider/Mika Zibanejad

Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Getting Together, Pining, Mistletoe, Coming Out, Nostalgia, Alone on Christmas

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Br3lhTQ

[princessphilly]

For your Valentine's Day Lyric Prompt Blurb: Chris Kreider with Romantic. Your love is bright as ever Even in the shadows Baby, kiss me Before they turn the lights out Your heart is glowing And I’m crashing into you Baby, kiss me - Beyoncé - XO Please

Your love is bright as ever

Even in the shadows

Baby, kiss me

Before they turn the lights out

Your heart is glowing

And I’m crashing into you

Baby, kiss me - Beyoncé - XO

It was the little things that counted the most. 

You pressed the single rose to your heart with a soft smile. Unfortunately, this year the Rangers had a road trip during Valentine’s Day. However, Chris had ensured that you had a gift waiting for you when you woke up. 

Your gift consisted of a single red rose, artisan chocolates, and a bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal Brut 2008. The card simply said: Te amo, mi amor. 

Going about your day, you treasured your gifts even as you planned your own gift for Chris. However, when you went to connect on FaceTime, he was unavailable several times. You pouted as you drank a glass of your new champagne, adorned in your new lingerie set from Agent Provocateur. Then the door opened and you smiled, now aware why you couldn’t connect with Chris.

Sauntering out of your shared bedroom, you smiled at your man as he put down his bags and hung up his coat. 

When he turned around, you smiled at the awestruck look on his face. Then you launched yourself at him, bringing your lips to his in a welcome-home kiss. 

[going-full-shmoo]

Um, who would give like the best hug? Like the best bear hug that makes you feel safe and warm?

@likeshootingstarsinthenightsky oof there’s quite a few…

Tyson Jost (is my bias showing)

Jamie Oleksiak

Joel Edmunson (per my last ask)

idk why but Nolan Patrick…maybe its the height

Brandon Montour aka Shmoo

Adam Henrique looks like he gives good hugs

Nathan Mackinnon / Gabe Landeskog / Mikko Rantanen

Chris Kreider

Anthony Beauvillier

Brock Boeser / Elias Pettersson maybe

That’s all I can think of right now

[breezymichelle99]

Just Call Me Captain ⭐ | Chris Kreider

Summary: After waiting what seemed like a lifetime the New York Rangers FINALLY Name Chris Captain. They call you to be there when he finds out.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff. Slight mention (more of a hint at) of sexual activity if you really like look really really hard. Some cursing.

Chris was the longest tenured Ranger at this point. He had seen teammates and friends come and go but regardless he loved being a Ranger. He loved his teammates, playing at Madison Square Garden, the rush he gets when he steps out onto the ice, the energy the team always gets from the fans, and the fact that it's where he met you. Being on this team meant so much to him, it was like his family.

When the season began the two of you nervously awaited the announcement of who would be named Captain this year, if they decided to name one at all. There was no person more deserving then Chris; you knew that, his teammates knew it, the fans knew it but for some reason the organization just did not want to give the man what he deserved. "Babe no matter what happens, no matter if there is a C on that jersey or not you are and will always be the leader of this team and I'm so very very proud of you, no matter what." You say kissing his cheek gently and squeezing his hand that he had placed on your thigh. "Thank you babe." He says quietly as he gathered his thoughts. You knew how bad he had wanted this.

"The New York Rangers announce they will have four Alternate Captains this year." Opting to forgo the captaincy again. "Mika Zibanejad, Jacob Truba, Artemi Panarin, and Chris Kreider." You heard Chris sigh next you. Alternate Captain wasn't bad and the guys named with him were exceptional players, but you knew in your heart that Chris deserved better, and though he would never show it you knew he was upset. "I'm gunna call the guys." He says. Kissing you on your forehead as he left the comfort of your arms and headed into his study. You texted Mika and the boys to Congratulate them. You had a feeling this was going to prove to be a difficult season. You let Chris be knowing he'd confide in you if he needed. Giving him space right now, you knew was the best thing you could do.

The next morning you woke to a fury on social media. Fans from everywhere in an absolute uproar because Chris had not been named Captain. "Trust me guys, I feel your pain" you say scrolling through the messages. "Anything good on there?" Chris asks rolling over to pull you into his arms, kissing your neck gently.. He wasnt much of a social media guy, so you knew hed never worry about any of this stuff that was online. You put your phone down, giving all your attention to him, who seemed to be in better spirits. "Absolutely nothing of importance, my love." You say kissing him gently. He runs his fingers through your hair deepening the kiss. "I hope you know how much I love you." He says pulling his lips away slowly. Rubbing his nose against yours. "Of course I know babe, I love you more than anything, I hope you know that as well." You whisper. "Even though I'm not captain." He joked a huge grin on his face. You laugh. "Alternate Captain will just have to do for now." You say with a laugh at his scrunchy face he was making. "I'll take it I suppose." He smiles getting out of bed. "Going somewhere?" You ask. "Gunna hit the ice with some of the young guys today, mika and i." He says as he gets dressed and kisses you goodbye. "Yet they still refuse to give that man what he deserves." You grumble following his lead, and getting out of bed.

The season would begin. And as you thought it would prove to be a difficult one. The team was struggling both on the ice and in the locker room. Tensions building between a few players, one in particular causing massive drama, going as far as getting into a fight with Georgie. "Enough is enough guys." Chris says breaking it up. "We need to squash this, and refocus." He demands knowing the team was much better than this. The following morning the troublesome player was released from the team, to the joy of players and fans everywhere. Chris would get everyone together and get the team back on track. Following this regroup the team seemed to be getting back on track. Everyone feeding off each others positive energy. They won several games in a row.

Chris was working hard with the guys on and off the the ice. This was nothing out of the ordinary. He always went the extra mile to make sure the team was living up to its potential regardless of what the organization thought. But what he didnt know was that they had finally realized what they had. What an exceptional leader, teammate, and person he was. Years of hard work, determination and a little nudge from teammates and fans was finally going to pay off for chris.

"Can you come to the stadium around 4?" Mika texted you. There was a game tonight but that was early for you to show up. "Of course what's going on?" You ask. "Cant tell you lol, dont tell Chris you're coming, please" okay Mika cryptic much. You laugh. "Of course I'll be there, and your secret is safe with me." You laugh wondering what could be going on. But obviously you did what you were told. Chris had left hours ago but still he texts you. "Miss your face. Cant wait to see you in the stands tonight.💋" he writes. "I'll be there with bells on my love." You respond. Attaching a pic of you in your Kreider jersey. "I can't believe how good you look in my jersey babe🥰." He responds. Stahp it chris. You think to yourself. "I love you, baby. Good luck tonight. 😘." You text back as you throw your phone in your bag and head to MSG as requested.

When you get there you text Mika and let him know you are there. "Coming to get you." He responds a few minutes later he appeared and you followed him back to the locker room. "You planning on telling me what the heck is going on?" You ask looking at Mika begging him for answers. "just cool your jets. You're gonna freak. Just trust me." He smirks. You hated not knowing what was going on but you trusted Mika.

The guys had started to file into the locker room and you were beginning to wonder what the hell you were doing there. Coach Quinn joined the guys. He winked at you. "Alright what the hell. Where is chris?" You began to think. "Alright everyone I have a big announcement to make, can someone find Kreider please." He says Mika runs out and grabs him. They come in talking, and laughing he looks up noticing you immediately. "Babe?" He questions walking over to you. "What are you doing here, in the locker room?" You just kind of shrug because you have no idea. "I asked her to come early, I figured she'd want to be here for this." Mika smirks slapping is buddy on the shoulder. "For what?" Chris says looking over at Coach Quinn.

"You have given your all to this team year after year, you've shown leadership beyond your years time and time again. You continue to show poise and class and some times a little aggressive behavior but regardless of that you always put this team first, so chris with much admiration and hope for the future and the future players of this team we've decided deservingly so to name you Captain." Coach Quinn says as mika hands him his jersey with the C on it. You gasp covering your mouth. Finally. You are in tears. After all these years after everything they finally saw in him what you had all along.

Chris couldn't believe what he was hearing. Finally. He was captain. The boys all surrounded him. High fives and hugs all around. Shouts of absolute joy coming from everyone. "We will be announcing it to the fans tonight, get ready Captain its gunna be a wild night." Coach says shaking his hand. "Thank you sir, I'm beyond honored and humbled." He says blushing. "You more than earned it, Chris." Quinn says "I'll let you guys celebrate for a few then it's time to get serious." He winks as he leaves the team in the locker to celebrate with their new captain.

"Thank you for believing in me." Chris says coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. "Are you kidding, you 100% earned that without my help. However I am proud of you." You lean into his lips kissing him gently. "I dunno if it wasn't for you pushing me, letting me leave early in the morning, and stay at the rink late, and never getting pissed at me when I missed something or had a game..." you shut him up with a long passionate kiss. "Baby you did this all on your own, I'm just happy I get to be on this wild crazy ride with you." You smile. He looks down at you so lovingly you thought you might burst. "Take this time with your teammates, I'll get you later Captain. " he blushed. "Guess we have to get you a new jersey." He smirked. You looked down with a little smile. "I guess we will." You kissed his cheek and began to walk away.

"Hey babe." He called after you. You turn around. "I love you!" He says. "I love you too, you know where I'll be, Good Luck Captain" You blew him a kiss and headed to your seat. You knew this MSG crowd was going to go insane when they called Chris's number tonight. You settled in your seat and waited, it wouldnt be long now.

The lights dimmed as they begin to come out onto the ice calling numbers as each player hit the ice. Here it comes. "And last but not least MSG is pleased to present for the first time your new 2021 Captain number 20 chrisssss kreiderrrrr" he stepped out onto that ice in that fresh jersey, the C hed only dreamed of proudly on his chest. The crowd went absolutely insane. "Finally." Chants filled Madison Square Garden. You looked down at him from your seat as he took it all in. That was your man and you absolutely could not be prouder. He locked eyes with you, giving you a little wink and a smile and the game began.

"THE RANGERS WIN!!!!!!" echoed throughout Madison Square Garden. Cheers and chants filled the air. Chris had scored two goals, Mika scored one and Artemi had gotten the other. They looked amazing out there. You left your spot in the stands to meet Chris by the locker room. You knew it would probably be a while since you knew he'd have a lot of talking to do post game. You still hadn't stopped smiling. 45 minutes later he exited the locker room. "Exuse me Captain Kreider, do you think I could have a minute of your time." You joke. He pulled you into his arms kissing you wildly. "You can have all the minutes you'd like, my love ." He smirked as he kissed you again. "I got something for you." He grins pulling something from his bag. "Me? You didn't have to get me anything, plus when did you have time..." you went silent as he held up your very own Krieder Jersey with the captain C. You start to cry as you take it from him. "I had to." He says kissing you again. "Thank you, you know I will wear it proudly." You say wiping a tear from your eye.

"I expect that will have nothing on under it tonight." He winks. You blush. "Christopher James." You swat at him giggling. He always had a knack for ruining a perfectly good moment. Both of you laugh for a minute. "I'll see what I can do for you, captain." You swoon pulling him in for a long passionate kiss. He melts into you. "God i love you." He smiles that gorgeous smile of his that makes his whole face crinkle. And you melt knowing you'd give him absolutely anything and everything he ever asked of you. He takes your hand and leads you out of MSG into a crowd of "CAPTAIN." Chants. This was by far the greatest night of his life. ⭐

[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.

[welllpthisishappening]

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by the lovely @the-girl-in-the-band-tshirt and I am somehow still waiting on people to respond to my emails, so I am happy to once again shout about things on the internet. Plus, this time I actually do have some legitimate WIPs in addition to all those things I horde!

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Hey, hey, hey @shireness-says @optomisticgirl @spartanguard @ohmightydevviepuu @thejollyroger-writer tell me what you’re writing. And you! Person on the internet, tell me what you’re writing!

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Christmas Eve Magic | Chris Kreider

surprise! double post today for Christmas Eve! I was literally watching a christmas movie while writing this. enjoy a little bonus Kreids tonight! this request had gotten thrown in a tiny little bit with Kathleen’s, but an anon had requested it too, so here’s a longer version of it. there’s even less plot in this than usual, literally just fluff. 

19. watching Christmas movies

length: 450 words

It had been a tradition for as long as you’d been dating Chris. You’d both wake up early on Christmas Eve, build a blanket fort on the couch, and then spend the entire day in your pajamas, watching Christmas movies. There was hot chocolate and gingerbread, presents underneath the tree, and best of all, a day full of cuddles with your boyfriend.

This year Chris with a fresh mug of coffee in bed. He also threw a new pair of pajamas (matching the ones he was wearing, of course) at your head. Well. At least you had coffee.

“Chris, what on earth?” you asked. “It’s Christmas Eve, babe!” Chris said. He was still hovering by your side of the bed. “C’mon, we gotta eat breakfast and get started.”

“The movies aren’t going to start without us, Christopher,” you told him, but you climbed out of bed. 

By the time you made it into the kitchen after changing into your new pajamas, Chris had already started on breakfast. He had turned on a Spotify playlist of instrumental Christmas music, but it didn’t stop him from singing along quietly while he made eggs. You leaned against the counter and sipped your coffee, watching him with a smile.

He burnt the toast, but that’s beside the point. 

After breakfast came dragging every blanket you had in the apartment to the couch. And because you were always cold, and Chris had a habit of spoiling you, there were quite a few blankets. It took nearly twenty minutes before Chris decided that the nest was arranged to his liking, before he remembered that he’d forgotten to make hot chocolate and he jumped out of it again.

Another ten minutes for Chris to make hot chocolate and put way too many cookies on a plate to snack on, and he was settled next to you again. You had your collection of Christmas movies spread out in front of you: Rudolph, Elf, Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town, The Muppet Christmas Carol, Frosty, the list went on.

“Alright, what are we starting with this year?” Chris asked you. You weren’t sure you’d ever managed to watch all your movies in the same order.

You leaned your head on Chris’ shoulder. “Hmm. Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town? It’s one of my favorites.”

“Yeah, I know,” Chris laughed. “You only say it every year.”  He got up with the DVD, though, disturbing your blanket nest once again.

“Okay, I’m not getting up again,” he said, as he crawled back onto the couch next to you.

“What about when this movie ends?”

“Shh,” Chris said, putting his whole hand over your face. “The movie is starting.” 

You rolled your eyes and snuggled closer.

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[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

Ugh this social distancing thing really got me thinking about going to Chris Kreider’s house in Connecticut or maybe back to his hometown and just the two of you spending time away from the city and just reading and snuggling and cooking and yeah I’ve been drinking what about it. I’d die for some fluff about maybe the two of you cooking together or walking around a small town or anything like that thanks love xxx

“I thought I was the one making dinner?” Chris teased, watching as you stirred the sauce on the stove. You shrugged your shoulders, not really sure how to explain that this whole ‘social distancing’ was making you stir crazy. It was necessary, but that didn't make it any easier. 

“I wanna help.” You settle on answering. Chris just smiles at you, knowing without you having to say what actually was bothering you. Still, he had offered to make you dinner since during the season you usually cooked for him since he was so busy. “Chris, what—”

You were startled by him taking the spoon out of your hand and setting you on the counter, a safe enough distance from the stovetop but close enough he could lean over and give you kisses as he cooked. 

It was a nice distraction, and you were glad that the weather would be nice enough the next day for you to plan a walk around the neighbor.

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