T | 20’s What’s up!! I have hockey players sitting in the driver’s seat of my brain all the time so I thought I would channel some of that energy here. The Avs are my ride or die, but I like a LOT of players around the league (and a HUGE soft spot for goalies/players that don’t get talked about a lot). Imagines on the way!
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Summary: Alex hosts scary movie night and invites his neighbor and best friend Y/N. An admission changes the course of their relationship forever.
A/N: can y’all tell I love this man with my whole heart? I’m v much a Newy truther. I wrote this over a year ago, don’t even remember why or what for, so I lightly proofread for your viewing pleasure! Happy Halloween pookies!!
CW: fluff everywhere, slightly insecure reader, scary movies, SMUT (virginity loss, p n v, fingering, pretty soft overall)
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“What are we watching?” Your voice traveled through the entryway, a chorus of excited voices greeting you back.
You met Alex, Cole, and Arber while trying to lug a rather large and awkward ottoman from the elevator to your apartment, all the way at the other end of the hall. The boys offered to help, and you paid them back with a visit to your favorite coffee shop, friendships blossoming from there. You had just moved to Montreal, and really didn’t know anyone yet, so people to talk to was a major plus. You hadn’t quite put together who they were until one night when their faces ended up on the tv, everything about their funny schedules and hard workouts coming together. They never treated you any different though, the same old friends you had come to love. That was about a year ago, and your bond had only gotten stronger.
Alex was your next door neighbor, Cole and Arber living on the floor beneath you two. You spent a lot of time with Alex when you two could find a moment away from your busy schedules, just by virtue of him being so close. You spent the whole hockey season cheering them on, plus little adventures around Montreal when they were home. You had never laughed harder than when you were with them.
When Cole and Arber started dating their girlfriends (who you love, and have actually formed friendships with as well), they would text you for gift ideas and silly questions. You and Alex got to play the singletons, you joining him as a plus one for Habs events. You had brief flutterings of feelings for him bubble up every once in a while, but you tried to quell them as much as you could to keep your bond intact. You would hate to lose what you have with the boys because of a crush.
Cole caught on too quickly, however, so he would prod you for information about how you were feeling from time to time. He promised he would never tell Alex, but you worried about it. One night, after a few too many with your coworkers, you accidentally admitted you were a virgin, causing Cole to lose his mind. You were nervous to take that step, and the right person hadn’t come along yet, so you waited. He bothered you all summer over text about it, leading you to October, where he continued to subtly tease.
Alex invited you over for a scary movie night, something to wind down in the days between preseason and opening night. Cole, Arber, and their girlfriends were coming over as well, so there would be no shortage of fun. You always loved scary movies, all kinds, so this was right up your alley. The autumn was never truly complete without a good scary movie marathon for you, so you were happy to share in the festivities this year.
“We were waiting to pick until you got here Y/N/N.” Cole said, his distinct giggle traveling from the living area.
“That’s sweet, but you guys know I’ll watch anything scary, so choose whatever. I trust your judgement.” You said, making your way into the kitchen where a small ice chest full of drinks sat.
There were waters, hard ciders, and some other boozey canned drinks for you to choose from. One caught your eye, the silliest looking, bright orange can of pumpkin spice hard cider. Now that you had to try. You turned on your heel with that and a water in your arms, smiling at the group in front of you.
Everyone was in pajamas, snacks and drinks scattered about among the blankets and bodies. Cole and his girlfriend were cuddled up on one side of the sectional, Arber and his girlfriend on the other side, and Alex by himself on the cushy loveseat you had helped him pick out. He was clad in a soft gray t shirt and flannel pajama bottoms, a blanket cast over his legs. You made your way over to the love seat, falling down next to him and grabbing the blanket to cover your lower half with.
“Okay, I’m sorry, but what the hell is this concoction?” You asked, cracking open the orange can.
Alex laughed, swinging his arm onto the couch behind your shoulders. “Funny eh? We saw it at the grocery store and thought it was worth a try.”
You took a sip, the spicy sweet flavors going down with a warm sensation, “that’s not too bad! A shame the can is so ugly.”
“-What about paranormal activity Y/N? Arber’s never seen it before.” Cole asked, eyes focused on the tv where Paranormal Activity was pulled up.
“Good with me! you’ll like it Arbs, it’s a good one.” You said, turning to the couch in the other corner where he sat. he let out a hum of approval.
Cole hit play, the tv lighting up with what looked like camcorder footage. You sat back against the loveseat, tucking your legs up under you and setting a little bowl of popcorn and candy in your lap. You could feel Alex’s warm arm just barely grazing along your back, doing plenty to distract you from the mockumentary footage in front of you.
“I like those pajamas, very on theme,” Alex said, leaning over to quietly talk in your ear. Your eyes fell on your black tank top and fluffy orange shorts, little bats scattered all over them.
“Thanks, these are my favorite, I whip them out all year long.” You admitted, causing him to chuckle.
That movie rolled into the next, and the next, lots of laughing at other people getting scared and snacking on popcorn. You thoroughly enjoyed watching Arber process the movie, him holding onto his girlfriend when he felt a jump scare coming. At some point, Alex’s arm had fallen behind your back, you adjusted so you were leaning against him. You noticed Cole and his girlfriend whispering and glancing at the two of you in your periphery, but you were too wrapped up in the movie to care. Alex was always like a personal space heater, keeping you warm and comfortable. The third movie ended, the credits rolling as everyone stretched.
“I think it’s time for us to head out, Newy.” Cole said, standing and grabbing his girlfriend’s hand.
“Us too, I promised Guhles I would work out with him tomorrow morning,” Arber murmured, stretching his arms high in the air.
“No problem guys, thanks for coming over. I’ll see you guys at skate on Thursday.” He confirmed, unwrapping you from him and propping you up on the couch to see everyone out the door.
You half hugged, half leaned into them one by one as they left, too cozy to get up from your spot. Once Alex shut the door, he returned to the living space, standing above you.
“Looking pretty comfy there, Y/N/N.” He said, laying a hand on your head.
“I am, this blanket is so warm.” You admitted, eyes fluttering closed at his touch.
“Here, bring the blanket, you can crash in my room, I’ll take the couch.” He said. “We can have a sleep over and get breakfast tomorrow.”
“I can’t kick you out of your room! I’ll sleep here.” You argued, already making a makeshift pillow.
“I mean, we can… share? If you’re okay with it?” He suggested, you nodding slowly.
“I think we can handle that.” You joked, pulling the blanket around you and standing.
You both made your way to his room, immediately entering the connected bathroom so you could get ready for bed. He bent into the cabinet for an extra toothbrush, handing it to you before wetting his own and starting his nighttime routine. You both did your things, washing faces and brushing teeth, before shutting off the light and pulling down his covers to his absolutely massive bed.
“Goodnight, Alex.” You murmured, snuggling into your blanket from the couch.
“Sleep well, Y/N.” Alex muttered, sliding into his spot and pulling the covers for both of you.
You fluffed up your pillow and started to get comfortable, flipping on your side facing away from him. It was slightly weird for you to be sharing a bed, you never really do. Anyone you dated in the past didn’t last for very long, or you were too young to share a bed per your parent’s rules. Nowadays, you had no hookups, no dates, nothing. You spent time with the boys or with your coworkers, never really focused on ‘putting yourself out there’. Besides, your crush on Alex, in the moments it would flare, kept you plenty occupied with feelings of longing.
Now your mind was reeling, and the tiredness left you piece by piece. He was next to you, not touching you, but close enough to do so. You had spent the whole night laughing and essentially cuddling. You could feel your feelings begin to bubble, a flare of embarrassment reaching your cheeks and ears. You shuffled away, slowly and quietly, trying to make it so he couldn’t feel your body heating up.
“Are you comfortable? You’re doing a lot of moving over there.” He murmured, raising his head off the pillow a little.
“Y-yeah I’m fine, just not used to having someone in bed with me.” You said, hoping that he would drop it and fall asleep.
“Really? Like, not at all?” He questioned, causing you to flip to your other side so you were facing him.
“Yeah, like not at all.” You confirmed, and he gave you an unreadable face.
“So, what? People you hook up with just leave after? Or?” He questioned, a normal question for a typical early 20s person, but for you was a nightmare.
“Uh, no not really,” you admitted, your voice getting quieter, “there just… aren’t… hookups.”
Alex had brought up his hookups once or twice when the subject came up in conversation, complaining that his experiences were dead ends. It always sent a stab of jealousy through you, immediately followed by embarrassment, so you tried to stay out of it as much as possible. No need to put yourself in an awkward situation with someone you really, really liked. You stayed completely silent on the subject until your little slip up with Cole.
“So like, dates then?” He asked, the moon creating a halo over his body as he propped himself up on his elbow.
“Nope, no dates either. I’m just not really focused on it I guess.” You said, and his face turned unreadable again, like he sank back into his own head, “plus, no one ever wants to ask me out.”
“What do you mean? You’re kind, and funny, and you work hard, not to mention you’re a total rocket.” He rambled, looking around the room.
“You don’t have to be nice like that Alex, I’m used to it. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest.” You said, looking away like it would calm the crimson on your cheeks and ears.
“I’m not trying to just be nice Y/N.” He said, his gaze meeting yours, “I mean it, you’re the total package, anyone would be lucky to have you.”
The words you had to defend yourself left your mind in an instant. His eyes held yours in a gentle but firm gaze, trying to convey the truth to you. You had never seen this from him before, the two of you were always joking and laughing together, never anything earnest like this. Your heart was beating out of your rib age at his sweet words, but your mind continued to tell you he was just giving you pity.
You could feel the covers moving as he moved his hand from under them, coming to caress your cheek. You were catapulted out of whatever corner of your mind you were trapped in. There was nothing other than the present moment, you, him, his massive bed, and the moon. Your eyes fluttered closed at the contact, letting him feel where you were sure was still warm from blushing so much. This touch felt different from all the others, too, like he was trying to send a message through his fingertips.
“I’m willing to bet I can add soft lips too…” he murmured, his chocolate eyes slipping between your lips and your eyes.
You tried to cover up your nervousness with newfound bravery; he practically put the invitation in your hands, “I’m not sure, you can find out… if you want, of course…”
He leaned in, slotting his nose next to yours, before pressing a tender kiss to your lips. It was soft and slow, dragging out a moment you wanted to last forever. The hand that was still on your cheek slid back, caressing the back of your neck and bringing you closer to him. You both moved together into the center of the bed, the blanket falling over your torsos as you kissed more and more. His tongue ran along the seam of your lip, causing you to let out the softest, sweetest noise. Alex wanted to bottle up that sound and keep it with him.
“God, I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He said, his forehead coming to rest against yours, “I’ve been trying to gain the courage to come out and tell you how much I like you for like, so long.”
“You should have talked to Cole, he’s been bothering me about you for months.” You said, giggling as his mouth dropped open in a silly smile.
“Damn! You’re telling me I could have had this months ago?” He said, leaning in for another kiss before you could respond.
“That’s okay, we have time to make up for it, I think.” You said, letting him kiss over your cheek and down your neck.
You spent what felt like hours there, letting yourself relax into his touch and his warm kisses. He left little nips along your neck and collarbone, soothing them with his tongue as he went along. Your hands found his brunette locks, gently carding them through and grabbing a fistful when a kiss or a nip felt particularly good. One of his hands remained on the back of your neck, the other slowly snaked down your body. His fingers danced over your ribs, then waist, then hip, before rounding around your ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze, getting you to make a sound again. His hand continued along, before finding its way under the waistband of your shorts.
“Mmm- hang on a second,” you murmured, bringing his face back up to yours so you both could see each other again. God, this felt so awkward, “I need to tell you something.”
“Anything,” he said, his hand falling against your waist, pupils blown wide with desire.
“When I said there weren’t hookups, I meant… ever…” you forced out, your eyes falling away from his gaze.
“Ever? As in… you’re a virgin?” He asked, not judgmental, just curious.
“Um, yeah. I understand if that makes you uncomfortable but I really needed to tell you before we started anything-“
He leaned in again, planting a soft kiss on your lips, “babe, that doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all. Thank you for telling me.” His thumb began skating circles over your exposed flesh on your waist, “is there… anything you have done?”
“N-no, not really. I mean, kissing obviously, but it’s always stopped there, maybe some heavy petting?” you admitted, feeling more exposed with every word.
He propped himself up, leaning over you and giving you a slow, open mouthed kiss, “it’s okay, we’ll figure it out, if you’ll let me. I want you to know that you’re in the driver’s seat here; if you say stop, we stop, no questions asked. It won’t be embarrassing, it won’t be bad, just say the word and we ease up. Cool?” He asked, and you nodded, “we don’t have to do anything tonight, but I wanna hear you say it.”
“Yes Alex, thank you,” you said, pulling him back in for a thankful peck.
He stayed hovered above you, his hair falling around his face as he moved to kiss your neck again. He slowly shifted over, keeping some of his weight off of you so you weren’t crushed, but enough that you could feel the cords of muscle shaping his body. You never allowed yourself to appreciate how attractive he was fully, and now that you had the chance you couldn’t stop.
“I-I wanna keep going, if you do.” You said, and he smiled into a gooey kiss on the lips.
“How about this, let’s take it one step at a time, and see how we do, okay?” He asked, and you nodded, “can I take your top off?”
“Yeah, please.” You said, sitting up as Alex hooked his fingers under the hem of your tank top.
He began to pull, slowly and softly, the material inching its way up your torso and over your breasts. You put on a soft black bralette to see the boys for the comfort before coming, so you weren’t completely exposed yet. Once the tank top was completely off, Alex directed you to lay back down, his hands finding your waist again. He dipped his head, your eyes following, as he began to kiss under the band of your bralette. He almost looked like he was praying, head bent and kneeling in front of you.
“I wanna see you too,” you muttered, pulling him up by his gray t shirt.
“Oh yeah?” He teased softly, causing that now familiar flush of pink to crawl through your skin.
He sat up, pulling the t shirt off by the collar in the way that the boys do. His chest was broad, chords of muscle leading into his massive shoulders and down his arms. He was carved like a statue. You had seen clips of him shirtless over his career, but never like this. His chest was flushed with pink, his breathing even and sure. Something about that grounded you a little, giving you a sense of calm.
“Up to your expectations baby?” He asked, his hand coming up to scratch over his pec.
“Beyond.” You said, sitting up so you were very close, almost chest to chest.
You let yourself really look at him. You could get lost looking at him like this, your heart was melting, and your breath was growing more ragged by the second. His hand came down to grab yours, bringing it up to press into his chest. You let yourself touch him, ghosting your fingers over the hair on his chest, finally feeling his beating heart underneath. Strong and quick, the excitement now palpable.
“Feel that? That’s how you make me feel,” He said, leaning forward to capture your lips again, a soft sound escaping your throat “God, you’re killing me Y/N,” he huffed, laying a hungry kiss on your lips, “can I take your bra off?”
You nodded, your voice vanishing along with his kiss. He hooked his fingers under the band of your bralette, pulling it up and off, exposing your top half to him. You laid back, watching his face scan you. The corners of his lips twitched up in a hungry smile, his chocolate eyes growing even darker. Suddenly you felt hot, like the whole world was watching this little exchange. Your arms came up to cross in front of your chest, your eyes everywhere but on him. He immediately leaned down, bringing his hand up to your chin and pulling your face towards him.
“You ok? Are we going too fast?” He asked, his eyes burning into yours with sincere intensity.
“No, I’m just… nervous. No one’s ever seen me like this.” You admitted, Alex giving you an understanding nod.
“I think you’re beautiful, and you deserve to feel good no matter what. It’s all about you tonight.” He leaned down to place another kiss on your forehead, “it’s perfectly okay to be nervous, but I want you to know that I’m here to make this good for you. So if that means slowing down, we’ll slow down.”
“Just… be nice, okay?” You huffed, not entirely sure why he wouldn’t be nice, but it was what you were feeling.
“I promise I’ll be nice.” He affirmed, grabbing your wrists and moving your arms out of the way, holding your wrists together above your head, “I’m gonna let go, but keep ‘em there for me please.”
He let go, and you kept them there like he asked. You looked down as far as you could, finding him dipping down to press kisses to the valley between your breasts, his hands wandering up your sides and around the outside of your breasts. The tips of his long hair were tickling your skin as he dragged his lips down, causing you to arch your back. He let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused with how reactive you were. His thumbs came around, stroking over your nipples so they became stiff and sensitive. You let out a soft moan, your head lolling to the side.
“God baby you’re so beautiful. I can’t stop kissing you…” he murmured between kisses, “and the sounds you make when I kiss you… god I never want it to end.”
Each word was like a warm knife sliding through your defenses, tearing down each piece of insecurity. Your hands slowly fell away from the pillow, folding through his hair. His hands caressed your waist, his lips slowly trailing down and down, now sitting just above your belly button. He let his teeth drag along the skin there, making you choke on a moan.
“And your cute little bat shorts; when you walked in I wanted to kick everyone out and have you all to myself.” He rambled, “I can’t believe I got to cuddle you all night.”
His fingers find their way back into the waistband of your shorts, skating along your hips with a soft reverence, “can I take your shorts off baby?”
“Y-yeah, please.” You muttered, letting him sit up again.
You expected him to yank your shorts off, getting right down to seeing you in your almost naked glory, but instead he stood, shucking off his pajama bottoms. He had on black boxers that had a little tear between the elastic band and the fabric near his hip. That, again, brought you back down to earth. It’s just your sweet best friend standing there. He took the half step back to the edge of the bed, watching you earnestly. He offered his hand, pulling you up to your feet. His fingers found the bow in the tie holding your shorts up, pulling it apart, then pulling them down so they pooled at your ankles.
His hands found your arms then, dragging up and leaving goosebumps in their wake. You let your eyes trace over his chest again, up the column of his throat till you met his eyes again. They looked almost black now, the low light from the window and his desire blowing his pupils wide. He finally had the girl he was after, in his arms, just underwear keeping them apart. He couldn’t recreate this feeling if he tried.
“Will you do something for me?” You asked, his hands ghosting over the sides of your neck while yours laid over his ribs.
“Anything.” He admitted.
“Will you go sit, and let me look at you for a while?” You asked, his body relaxing under your palms.
“Of course I will baby.” He assured, leaning in to kiss your forehead, “where do you want me?”
“The bed please, however you’re comfortable.” You said, watching him prop himself up against the headboard, pillows supporting his back.
You climbed up onto the bed after him, straddling his legs so you could see the broad expanse of his chest and arms beneath you. He had this soft, love drunk look on his face, leaning his head back so you had more room. It was like a whole new map of treasures beyond anything you had ever known unfolded before you. You brought both hands up, letting your fingernails drag over the sides of his neck and down, moving ever so slowly over his shoulders, then pecs. He said nothing, but observed as you concentrated on him. He could practically feel the warmth from the spotlight you were putting on him.
Your fingers felt like feathers to him, lightly tracing every dip and curve of his defined muscles. In this moment he felt like all of his training really paid off, without even mentioning the actual hockey part. Your eyes were soft and curious as your fingers continued to drift over his skin, ghosting over his abdomen and his happy trail. Goosebumps erupted over his skin.
“You can touch me too, y’know,” you murmured, watching his fingers twitch from where they were glued to the bed beside him, “I’m not gonna break.”
“I know, I know, I was just enjoying my view too much to do anything else.” He joked, his hands coming up to rest on your waist. “Scoot up a little bit baby…”
You let him slide you up his legs, until you were chest to chest, face to face. You could feel the bulge growing underneath you, your core beginning to warm and throb at the thought of him being this excited for you. His hands began to drift like yours had done, lightly ghosting over your curves. You fought the desire to lay down on his chest and let him caress you into bliss, exploring sounding more enticing. He leaned forward, placing small kisses over your face and neck as his hands traveled back down, playing with the waistband of your panties.
“I really want to touch you Y/N, can I please?” He murmured between kisses, a small yes escaping your throat. One of his hands slid between you both, his fingers going beneath your underwear till he found your clit, making you jump a little “oh my god, you’re so wet.”
He began to move, his fingers softly rubbing your clit. He tried to find the right rhythm for you, keeping it soft. Your squirming and gasping only made him want you more, if that was even possible. You fell forward, using his broad chest to ground yourself. Little shockwaves shot up your spine with every movement, warm tingles spreading all over.
“Does that feel ok?” He asked, his lips coming to kiss the shell of your ear
“S-so good, please keep going,” you said, involuntary gasps interrupting.
“Can I put a finger in baby? I want to relax you as much as I can if we’re going to do this.” He asked, his fingers slowing. You nodded immediately, ignoring the slight pang of fear you felt. “If you don’t like it, say something to me and I will stop.”
His hand moved backward, his middle finger teasing around the edge of your core, thumb now rubbing gentle circles over your clit. Soon, you could feel his finger slowly pushing in and curling ever so slightly, causing a whimper to tumble from your mouth. He found that sensitive spot inside quickly, your body melting into putty on top of him.
“You like that, huh?” He teased, you nodding through the fog of pleasure he had placed you in, “I’m gonna try another one.”
He added another finger, both curling and hitting just the right spot to make you moan and writhe, “that’s it babe, just relax and let me take care of you.”
“Don’t stop please, I think— I think I’m close,” you babbled, his hand keeping the same pace, the knot in your lower belly tightening with every pass.
“Cum when you’re ready baby, don’t hold back,” he encouraged, twisting that knot tighter and tighter, “god, you’re such a dream baby,”
The knot suddenly snapped, your body shaking with your release as he brought you over the edge. He kept his pace, letting you shake and moan, and feel all of the pleasure. The hand that wasn’t busy came up to caress your back, pushing you so you were leaning against him fully. It was beginning to edge on pain, so you grabbed his wrist and pulled so he would take his hand away.
“You okay Y/N?” He mumbled into your ear, the words sounding fuzzy and distant.
“So, so good.” You said, feeling him place a kiss on your temple, “how was that, for you?”
“That was just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He raised his hand up, still covered in your juices, and licked it clean, “and you taste so good.”
You could feel how painfully hard he had grown, every movement causing him to gasp. You began to kiss over him slowly, down his chest and over his happy trail, the piece of him that was quickly becoming your favorite part. Your hands found the waistband of his boxers, teasing along the skin. His breathing was growing ragged underneath you, his fingers carding through your hair.
“Baby, don’t tease me please.” He said, his head falling back against the headboard as you kissed up his happy trail.
“Can I take them off?” You asked, doing your best to sound sultry.
“Y-yes please.” He practically begged, an ‘oh my god’ spilling from his lips as you pulled his boxers down and off.
Now, you had seen a nude man before. You weren’t a complete saint of a person. But this was on a whole new level. He looked statuesque sitting there, raw and vulnerable and only for you. His muscles were shifting as he readjusted on the bed, hair falling down around his face carelessly, eyes molten with want, cock hard and desperate for something, anything. He was beautiful.
Wordlessly, you stood off the side of the bed, and let your panties drop to the floor. The energy in the room only thickened then. Now there was nothing between you, him, and a whole new beginning.
“God, you are really something Y/N.” Alex muttered, his eyes tracing every inch of skin he could find.
“Look who’s talking.” You responded, causing him to smile and reach a hand out to you.
You took his hand, and he gently pulled you over him so he could roll over on top of you. He kissed you with a new hunger, slow and all consuming. Your hands found his back, something to keep you grounded.
“I really wanted to blow you…” you admitted quietly, and he let out a soft chuckle.
“Next time baby, next time. If you blew me right now I wouldn’t be able to hold on.” He reasoned, sucking a mark into your collarbone.
There was a next time.
You could feel his hips begin to move against you, grinding against you slow. Moans fell from both of you. He wasn’t in you yet, just rocking back and forth along our warm entrance. The haze of pleasure was beginning to seep back in with every brush against your clit.
“D-d’you have a condom Alex?” You asked, breath ragged and dripping with need.
He didn’t answer right away, a groan coming out first, “yeah, hang on babe.” He whispered with a soft peck on your forehead.
He reached over to his nightstand, digging around blindly before coming up with a little square package. He eased himself up, sitting back on his strong legs. He ripped the package and rolled the condom on, the realization that this was happening right here, right now, hitting both of you.
“I meant what I said earlier, if something doesn’t feel right, say something to me baby.” He whispered, coming back down to hover over you.
“Is this how you want me?” You asked, taking a quick glance down at your bodies.
“I want you however you want to be baby, I want you to be comfortable and enjoy this.” He admitted, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, “are you happy in missionary? Or do you wanna try something else?” He asked.
“I think… this is fine, for now at least. I’ll let you know if I need to switch over.” You promised, and he leaned down to give you a sweet kiss. “Don’t be afraid to tell me if you want to switch, either,” you laughed, and he nodded with a giggle.
Alex readjusted till he was comfortable, cock resting right where it needed to be. He quickly checked you over, looking for any sign of apprehension or regret. He found none, you were pliant and relaxed under him, exactly how he wanted you to feel. Nothing compared to having you like this.
“You ready babe?” He whispered, scooting that much closer to you.
“Yes, please,” you sighed out, your desperation dripping off your lips.
He pushed, only slightly, till the head of his cock was inside. You both moaned at the feeling, a pulse of pleasure warming you from the inside out. He slowly eased forward, giving your body time to adjust to the foreign feeling. There was a stretching ache as he continued inside that turned into a feeling of fullness, maybe even completeness. Your eyes fluttered closed, letting him help you along with kisses and sweet nothings.
“That’s all the way Y/N… oh my god you feel so good — so tight.” He rambled, “are you feeling okay so far?”
“Yes, it feels so good, so full.” You admitted, causing him to groan. “You can move.”
He said nothing, but slowly pulled almost all the way out, only to push back in at a slow, extremely deep pace. Those pulses of pleasure returned, erupting with every pass of his cock against your core. Your body knew exactly what to do, head tipped against the pillow, back arched up into his strong body, legs coming up to wind around him. The fuzzy feeling returned in full force, making your mind swim with thoughts of doing this over and over into oblivion.
Your mind dissolved into only thoughts of him. Not just how handsome he was. It was the way his eyes lingered on you and the way his hands molded to your body like they were built to do so. The way he cared about your comfort and the way he kissed away any doubts in yourself. This was perfect, just the way it was.
Alex watched as you practically melted underneath him, the sight almost pushing him over the edge already. Everything about you in this moment was perfect, your moans, the way your hair fell in a halo around your head, the way you were squeezing him more and more with every pass. He could die a happy man.
“My perfect girl, doing so good for me,” he mumbled into the shell of your ear, “so responsive, you’re gonna— fuck— ruin me.”
“Feels so good, n-need more.” You huffed out between moans, feeling Alex’s lips curl in a smile.
Without a word, he reached down and pressed two fingers against your clit. The pressure of his fingers and the rhythm of his thrusts were sending you hurdling towards the edge, that knot in your stomach returning. Your moans rang out louder and higher. Alex could feel you begin to tighten around him, almost impossibly so.
“Come for me baby, I’m right there with you,” he said, his thrusts falling out of rhythm as you both chased your highs, “don’t hold back, just let go.”
Suddenly, a wave of deep, powerful pleasure washed over you, you orgasm hitting you hard and fast. Wave after wave of toe curling pleasure took over, your legs shaking with the force. Alex followed right behind you, only a few thrusts later. The moans falling from his lips dripped with molten desire, something you could have only imagined in a far off dream.
The room felt soft and hazy, to the point you barely registered Alex sliding out of you and padding his way to the connected bathroom. He brought a warm washcloth back with him after a minute, wiping down your face, then chest, then between your legs, careful to not overstimulate you more. He threw the washcloth into his hamper before crawling back into bed. He laid on his back and pulled you against him, you head on his chest while he ran a hand through your now ratty hair.
“How do you feel…?” He asked quietly, not wanting to break the peaceful bubble around you two, “I thought I lost you there at the end…”
“I feel…” you mumbled, the sound of his heartbeat helping to bring you down, “the most wanted I’ve ever felt…”
“I always want you to feel wanted with me.” He said, placing a kiss on top of your head. “Did everything feel good baby?”
“So good you have no idea.” You mused, feeling his chest rumble with a laugh under your ear.
“I think I might have an idea,” he admitted, “would you want to talk more about this… about us… over breakfast tomorrow? I don’t want you to think this was a heat of the moment thing or something like that…” he asked.
“Please… fair warning, I’m gonna want pancakes…” you whispered, sleep taking you away quickly.
“Good thing I make great pancakes,” he agreed, “Goodnight, my perfect girl.” He said, placing a lingering kiss on the crown of your head.
Now you could dream of him, and believe he dreamed of you, too.
Summary: The time Alex helped you, and the time you helped him.
A/N: forgive me for the long hiatus!! Writer’s block is crazy. Anyway, I’m a Newy truther, so here’s a little fluffy thing for you :). I guess it’s a 1+1? This one suits a sequel so I might do that too!!
CW: SFW! strangers to lovers, accidental injury (nothing insane), being uncomfortable at a bar, alcohol, fluff, fluff, more fluff. Not edited at all. Hopefully you like it!
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To you, there was nothing like a hike in the springtime.
It was the perfect temperature outside, sun shining, birds just beginning to chirp again. The flowers along the trails were beginning to bloom, the colors creating a mosaic at your feet. The irresistible smell of pine and flora invaded your nose as you walked. Virtually nothing could make you happier.
It was your New Year’s resolution to get out and hike more regularly, and you had somehow not only stuck to it but fell in love with it. Usually, you hiked this trail with your roommate, the two of you lightly talking as you walked, but she had gone to her parents' house to deal with something urgent. It was you and the world around you for today.
This hike was maybe 45 minutes to an hour outside of Montreal, scenic but not too remote. It was a shorter hike, only about 3 miles all the way around, with a lot of flat ground and minimal obstacles.
You didn’t bring much with you, a small fanny pack with a few protein bars and a tiny first aid kit the only things in there. The dirt crunching underfoot set a rhythm for you as you walked, your mind quiet and peaceful in a rare moment of bliss. The occasional person passed by too, smiles and waves exchanged. Only about half a mile in, and you were already fully immersed in the beauty all around you.
The path bent around a corner covered by a massive group of trees, then began to climb just a little bit, with little ledges made of rock and tree roots sticking out to make the incline easier. You stepped up and up, watching your footing as you went. You had hiked this patch of path about 50 times, the path always steady and unwavering. You made it up to the final rock ledge, allowing your weight to rest on it.
Suddenly, the rock gave way, sending you sliding down the incline. It was a blur of dust and branches, breaking the peaceful bubble you had been building. You landed at the bottom of the incline, twigs poking your skin through your clothes and your ankle throbbing. You doubled over, your hands finding your leg in an adrenaline-fueled attempt to stop the pain shooting up from your ankle.
“Owww fuck!” You hissed to yourself, willing the pain to ebb so you could at least stand and get off the path.
“Oh my god, are you okay?!” A masculine voice sounded from in front of you.
You found it somewhere within you to look up and acknowledge whoever it was, finding a young, handsome, brunette stranger staring at you with worry covering his features. You paled at the thought of this stranger seeing you take the world’s hardest fall. He squatted down to your level, examining what he could.
“Yeah, yeah, yes, totally. I just need to walk it off…” you rambled, attempting to stand up, touching your toe down on the ground, “see? Totally fine!” You gritted through your teeth.
“Okay, you are definitely not fine. Let’s get you to the side of the trail at least.” He said, reaching for your arm so he could act as a crutch. “I think we need to get that boot off."
Before you could really register what was happening, he reached for your laces and began to pull the bow apart, pulling the laces out as far as he could before pulling your hiking boot off. The pain was extraordinary, hot daggers shooting up from your ankle. As he peeled your sock down, as gently as he could, you noticed how swollen your whole foot was already. Your ankle looked like a purple baseball.
"Shit, that's not good." you murmured, mostly to yourself.
"Hang on, I have a first aid kit," he said, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a large bag labeled with the cross. "Let's at least stabilize this thing and go from there, okay?"
You nodded, the pain causing hot tears to pool in your eyes. He worked quickly, pulling out the little plastic splint with a bandage. Your ankle was stable before you knew it, tightly bound and elevated on his backpack. He even tied your discarded boot to the strap of his backpack, your sock stuffed into it. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off, causing a dull ache between the sharp stabs of pain at any minor movement.
“Do you have someone I can call for you?” He asked, pulling out his cell.
“No, my roommate isn’t available till tomorrow at the earliest.” You murmured, trying to ignore the throb, “plus, we don’t have cell service.”
"Okay, let's hang out for a moment till we can figure out how to get you back to the trailhead." He said, coming to sit next to you on the ground with a huff, “your arm’s bleeding a little bit…”
He reached into the first aid bag, pulling out a cleaning pad and a bandaid. He gently grabbed your arm, wiping the dirt away before pressing the little pad into the scrape. The sting from the alcohol pad prickled your skin, but it was over before you knew it
"What's your name, stranger?" You were going to blame the awkward transition on the adrenaline wearing off.
He smiled, offering a large hand, "I'm Alex, nice to meet you."
"I'm Y/N," you said, taking some comfort in his warm hand, "I'm really sorry about all of this, hopefully you can finish your hike."
"Don't be sorry! I'll do it some other day. For now though, we need to get you to an urgent care." he said, standing up and swinging his backpack over his shoulders, setting your injured foot down gently, “ready to try? It's only about a half of a mile to the trailhead from here."
Nerves ran through you at the thought of trying to fumble your way all the way back to your car without doing any more damage. You took his hand, letting him pull you up. He swung his arm under you on your injured side, letting you get settled. You both took slow steps, his strong frame acting as a support. Every few feet, you had to stop, adjust, and start again. Over and over and over again.
“Okay this isn’t working.” You rushed out, frustrated, sitting down on an old stump next to the trail. You were both out of breath, not even 100 feet into your journey.
Alex set his backpack down, crouching to take a breather, “what if you wear my backpack and I carry you? It isn’t that far.”
“I can’t let you do that! I can just crawl, or limp, or something-“
“I’m not letting you crawl to the trailhead Y/N. I promise I can carry you.” He deadpanned.
You eyed him suspiciously, finding nothing but certainty, and relented. You pulled his surprisingly light backpack over your shoulders, before using his wide frame to stand and hop onto his back. If your roommate saw you in this moment, you would never hear the end of it.
“Alright, hang tight.” He said, stepping out onto the path.
Surprisingly to you, this was working better than you thought. Alex was obviously very strong, not even breaking much of a sweat. You relaxed, not as worried about the journey anymore. You could feel his muscles moving underneath you, steady and strong. Even his breathing was even.
Selfishly, you took him in, finally finding a moment after all of this chaos. His hair was deep espresso brown and soft looking. His eyes were equally as brown, concentrated but friendly still. He had a bump on the bridge of his nose with a slight scar to match, full lips, and coarse stubble. He looked slightly familiar, like a distant memory of someone. If only you had met him some other way, literally any other way but this.
“You okay back there? You’re a little quiet.” He said, shooting a glance back in your direction.
“Oh! Um, yeah, just trying to focus on not moving my ankle.” You deflected, licks of hot embarrassment erupting in your stomach, “thank you, by the way, for doing this.”
“No problem, always happy to help.” He said, turning back to the path, “we’re already almost there, look.”
You could see the roofs of cars quickly coming into view, the trailhead marked with a display case of the local wildlife and a box of maps available to the public. There were benches to sit on and picnic tables to eat at, lots of families out to enjoy the beautiful weather. The sight of your car felt like seeing the promised land.
“My car’s the SUV right there.” You said, pointing to your beloved car. Luckily, your keys were within reach inside your pocket, so you reached down and clicked the unlock button.
Alex set you down gently, grabbing your passenger car door and swinging it open as far as it could go. You took a seat, your legs dangling outside of your car. Your toes, only on your injured foot, looked like little sausages poking out of the splint from all of the swelling. Absolutely mortifying.
“Let me go put my stuff away, then we can go to urgent care.” He said, same bluntness as before.
“Okay, really, I can’t let you keep doing things for me, you’ve already done so much.” You tried to reason, Alex shaking his head before you even finished talking.
“I’m not letting you drive like that, I’ll take you in your car and uber it back here once you’re all taken care of.” He explained, already sticking his hand out to take your keys.
Again, you reluctantly offer your keys up, and he grabbed them from you with a cheesy smile. He turned on his heel with his backpack in tow, unlocking a nicer looking black Audi. He tossed his backpack in and whipped back around, this time going to the drivers side and sliding the seat back to fit his larger frame. Soon enough you were on the road with the closest urgent care pulled up on your maps. Your current playlist was warbling out of your speakers on a low level, Alex’s fingers drumming on the steering wheel.
“So, Y/N. What do you do outside of hiking and twisting your ankle?” He joked, causing a chuckle to bubble out of your throat.
“Well, I only like to twist my ankle in front of cute guys so they come to my rescue.” You joked back, a wide grin curling his lips up, “but other than that, I’m currently working in a non profit for underprivileged communities.”
“Only cute guys huh?” He said, a blush creeping up your neck at the realization, “that’s really awesome, all jokes aside.”
The conversation flowed from there, the two of you talking about anything from your favorite color to your most irrational fear. In seemingly a blink, the urgent care building was in front of you, Alex hopping out before you could.
“I’m gonna go see if they have a wheelchair, stay here.” He urged, disappearing into the building and coming back out in a flash.
You gently maneuvered yourself into the seat, letting him push you inside where the receptionist was waiting with a clipboard. She handed them off to you, and Alex wheeled you right beside a row of seating, setting himself up right next to you. He was staying? After all he had done already?
“You can go get your car if you want, Alex, I’m sure I’ll be fine to take it from here.” You said, eyes not leaving the form in front of you.
“I really don’t mind, unless you really want me to leave. Your roommate isn’t here to help and there’s no way you can drive with that foot.” He reasoned, just as the nurse called the two of you back.
After lots of questions and an x-ray, the doctor came to see you, “so, your ankle is definitely sprained, a pretty severe one, but you haven’t broken anything. Youre going to have to be off of your foot for a few weeks at least, with lots of rest, ice, and elevation.” She explained, jotting down notes on a take-home sheet, “your boyfriend can go pick up some over the counter pain meds for you, and if anything gets worse don’t hesitate to call back here.”
“He’s not my-“
“No problem, doctor, thank you for seeing us so quickly.” Alex interjected, not at all phased by the insinuation that the two of you were anything more than acquainted. “I’ll make sure she’s all settled in a pain free.”
The doctor pulled out a form fitting splint and some heavier duty bandages, making a snug splint that kept you comfortable. You were simply observant, watching how she fit everything together so you could do it for yourself later on.
“If that’s all settled, you two are free to go.” She said, showing you both out. “Oh, and Newhook? Bring home that playoff ticket, eh? Do Montreal proud.”
Playoff ticket? Doing Montreal proud?
Alex had a strange, sheepish look on his face as the two of you wheeled out of the urgent care, this time with crutches in your hand. He opened the passenger door again, you sitting without hesitating this time. He silently started your car, letting it roar to life before reversing out of his spot. Soon enough, your address was pulled up on maps and your music was warbling through the sound system again.
You could practically hear the gears turning in his head as he let out a curt sigh “I’m really sorry Y/N, I swear I wanted to acknowledge my job at some point but I really didn’t want to come off as a hotshot douchebag and now I feel totally stupid-“
“That’s where I’ve seen you before! I couldn’t put my finger on it earlier!!” You said, a chuckle escaping you, visible relief washing over his features.
“So you do know me? At least a little?” He asked, thick eyebrow raising.
“Well, kind of I guess, I don’t watch every single game but I do enjoy one every once in a while.” You said, “besides, I know even more about you outside of the hockey stuff, kinda goes against the hotshot douchebag thing.”
“Like what?”
“Oh you know, the typical Prince Charming stuff. Handsome, kind, gentlemanly, funny, all that.” You joked.
Before he could come back with anything, you were in front of the parking lot of your building, your ruined-day-turned-fun coming to a close. He pulled into your parking spot after some directions, and switched your car off, two of you taking a moment to breathe. He picked up your phone, which was unlocked and sitting in one of your cup holders, and quickly typed something out.
“Here, in case you need a Prince Charming again.” He said, handing you back your cell with a new contact installed.
He held the door for you so you could awkwardly crutch your way into the lobby, and sent you a wave before pulling up the Uber app.
~*~ two months later ~*~
The night air was warm and buzzing with activity as you walked the downtown Montreal streets, searching for the bar your coworkers were currently in. The non profit you worked for had just secured some major funding for a youth program, so everyone was going out to celebrate. You were in your nicest going out outfit, Your hair was done perfectly and your makeup perfectly highlighted the look. The best part: no more splint and no more scooter-thing that your coworker Lisa had lent you. As cool as that was.
It had been a couple of months since your fateful fall on the trail and your day with Alex Newhook, who you now knew was number 15 on the Canadiens, and once upon a time number 18 on the Colorado Avalanche. You started to pay attention every time the Canadiens were playing, and your heart skipped every time you saw him flash into the zone. You even found yourself cheering, alone, in your apartment when he scored in playoffs. You were genuinely sad watching him and his team shake hands with the caps, making their exit in the first round.
Since that day you had texted him. A few times.
And he had texted back, a few times. Even sent a couple of silly selfies of him and his teammates in the gym or absolutely destroying a plate of chicken parm. As playoffs got closer, the texts tapered off. By this night, you hadn’t talked in over a month. To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t you or him in particular, it was both of you.
You wanted to reach out after the playoff exit, but the mortifying thought of being the awkward and clumsy girl he rescued reaching back out after weeks of virtually nothing turned you against it. You were positive him and his team were getting plenty of condolences from their actual friends and family. He would be okay. And so would you.
You finally reached the bar, not too far from your little apartment, and stepped inside to see it absolutely packed with an ocean of people. You recognized your coworkers all the way in the back, already drinking cocktails and laughing. The music was, somehow, not too loud, and the lights were just right for a fun and lively atmosphere. You spotted Lisa, laughing with a few of the marketing people. She seemed to spot you, waving over her head with a wide smile.
“Hi guys!!” You exclaimed, giving hugs to people you hadn’t seen in a while, “how are the cocktails?” You ask Lisa, noticing her sex on the beach complete with a little umbrella.
“They are sooooo good, you gotta go get one Y/N.” Lisa says, a slight slur in her voice telling you she’s definitely tried a couple.
You look over to the bar, and notice an absolutely massive crowd, all surrounding the bar, or rather people at the bar. Most of the crowd is women, talking to each other and trying to get the attention of the bartender. Screw it, you feel like you need a little something to start the night off. You make your way over, behind a mountain of people. Just by observing, it’s clear that most of these people aren’t even ordering anything. You begin to push your way in, weaving between people.
“S’cuse me, pardon.” You say over the music, ducking under people’s arms and around others.
“Y/N!! Baby, come here! I’ve been looking all over for you!!”
You know that voice. And the Prince Charming attached to it.
Alex Newhook was sat at the bar, with what looks like some teammates on his left, and a few women to his right, but one in particular looks like she wants to eat him alive. Alex looks severely uncomfortable, leg bouncing and arms crossed over the bar counter. He was dressed to the nines, a crisp button down with the sleeves rolled up and perfectly fitting slacks.
And he just called you baby.
“Hi baby, how was the bathroom, I missed you.” He said, pulling you practically into his lap and smacking a kiss right to your hairline.
Your jaw would have hit the floor if you hadn’t caught the “help me” eyes he was giving you.
“H-hey babe, it was fine, saw an old friend in there, we caught up for a few minutes.” You said, imagining Lisa in your mind as the ‘friend’, “who have you been talking to?” You said, glancing at the women who now looked less ravenous and more pissed.
“Oh, um, ladies, this is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, ladies!” He announced, gesturing between you and them.
“Hi ladies… having fun…?” You ask, awkwardness seeping into you. You were still fully seated in Alex’s lap, mind you.
“Mmhm, yeah, plenty… ooh, I think I hear our friend calling! Bye Alex.” The most intense looking one dismissed, waving her friends away with a huff at the cockblock.
After a moment, you felt Alex breathe out, visibly relaxing. Luckily the crowd had almost completely dissipated, leaving you some room to slide off his lap and steady yourself on the ground. You turned back to him, finding him and his teammates looking at you. The first thing that popped into your mind was to wave, so you gave an awkward one.
“Who’s this Newhouse?” The one you thought was Cole Caufield said.
“This is Y/N, remember the girl I helped a few months ago?” He said, all of his teammates’ eyes lighting up.
“Oh my god you’re the one with the sprained ankle!” Kaiden Guhle shouted, and everyone made a noise like they connected a whole web of dots.
“Luckily no more, I just stopped using my scooter a few weeks ago.” You said, gesturing down to show you could stand just fine in heels now, no more sausage toes or baseball ankles.
You noticed Kaiden, Cole, Juraj (who had been the one destroying chicken parm in the photos you got), and Jake Evans. They all seemed to know who you were at least, even if it was just as sprained ankle chick. They all turned back to their conversations after waving at you.
“I definitely need to buy you a drink, thank you for rescuing me.” He said, twisting the newly opened seat next to him so you could sit.
“You looked like a hostage, it’s the least I could do.” You said with a chuckle, sitting down close enough that your thighs were touching.
“Yeah they were not letting up at all.” He said, waving the bartender down from the other side, “hey, it’s really good to see you, I’m sorry I haven’t texted much.”
“It’s completely okay!! I knew you were super busy.” You said, giving the cocktail menu a once over, “I’m sorry about the playoffs by the way, you guys played great.”
“So you watched us huh?” He said, a blush creeping up your neck.
“Well I had to, after I figured out that Prince Charming was on the tv regularly, I couldn’t just let that go.” You joked, causing him to laugh too.
“What’ll ya have miss?” The bartender interrupted.
“Could I have the peach mule please?”
“Sure thing, do you want to start a tab?”
“It’ll be on mine, this one and whatever else, under Newhook.” Alex interjected, causing another blush to rise, “so, tell me about your life the last few months, you know about mine already.”
You updated him on all of the going’s on in your life, everything you could think of. He was so attentive, listening the whole time and responding with genuine feeling. He really was a breath of fresh air. The two of you sat (thighs still touching) until about midnight, when Lisa came and tapped you on the shoulder to wish you a good night, and all of the boys had disappeared.
“Well, princess charming, I think it’s time to go.” He said, stretching his card out to the bartender, who took it, “I’ve had a really, really good time.”
“Me too, it was…. Unexpected? But very enjoyable.” You answered, letting him get up and turn your swivel chair around.
“Maybe… you would want to do something more expected? Like maybe a coffee or dinner?” He offered, the two of you walking out into the warm night air.
“I would really like that, Prince Charming.” You murmured.
“Let me walk you home? I remember it not being to far from here.” He said, pulling you in by the shoulders to lean into him. He pulled up his uber app and had you type your address in, so it would arrive to pick him up close to when the two of you returned to your complex.
“Yes please.”
The two of you walked and talked, any stumbles or sways caused by laughter rather than booze. He even grabbed your hand, enveloping yours in warmth and softness. The door to your complex came too quickly. You never wanted this little string of moments to end.
“Here we are.” You said, turning around on the step so you were almost as tall as him.
“I’ll text you, okay? I promise not to let it go this time.” He said, “goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight Alex.”
He pressed a soft, honey sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth, and turned to duck into the uber.
Summary: Nathan and Y/N have a date planned, but a nasty cold gets in the way.
WC: 2K
CW: Sick fic! Bad communication, slight insecure reader, so the tiniest little bit of angst. Tooth rotting fluff, Nathan is a sweetheart. Confessions, swearing, lightly proofread. Let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: Hart trophy and best boyfriend award goes to this fella!
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You let your phone ring and ring, then go silent, the third call coming through and going to voicemail.
One thing everyone knows, you, his teammates, the media, basically the whole hockey-enjoying public, is that Nathan MacKinnon is a health nut. Like, twenty-four hours a day, never shuts off kind of health nut. In the few months you had been exclusive, he had maybe three cheat days, and had never seen you sick. So when you woke up with chills, a fever, a cough, and a head stuffed to the brim with pressure, you decided to let Nate’s calls go to voicemail and curl up in your cocoon of blankets.
He was leaving in a few days for a long, important road trip, and you were not going to be the reason Nate couldn’t play. A cold was absolutely unacceptable to pass along to him. No amount of phone ringing or anything else could convince you otherwise. You would just have to instacart some NyQuil and some soup and tough it out solo. You were not going to bother him with your issues when he had much more important things to be worrying about.
The problem was, today was Nate’s off day, and the original plan was to meet up at your favorite cafe for a light lunch, then take a trip to Red Rocks. There was absolutely no way that was happening now. You hoped he would just assume you were tired and make his own rain check of the date. You didn’t let the thoughts swirl too long before falling asleep.
Nathan was completely and utterly worried.
You had never blown him off like this, not once in your year-ish long friendship or your few months of dating. He knew you always had your phone on you, and there really wasn’t a good reason to not have it. He was calling from the cafe, now 15 minutes past your arranged meet time. After dialing you about five times, he dialed Miles Wood instead, who happened to live in the same complex as you.
“Hey Dogg,” Woody answered, “what’s up man?”
“Hey, um, have you seen Y/N? I’ve called her a bunch, we were supposed to meet up but she isn’t picking up the phone.” Nate explained, hearing a faint hmm on the other end.
“I haven’t. I’m a ways out from home otherwise I would go check for you. Maybe she forgot?” Woody offered, secretly hoping it wasn’t that because of the awkwardness that would ensue if that was the case.
“Ok, I’ll go check on her. Thanks Woody.” He said, and hung up the phone after their goodbyes.
He threw on a cap and his sunglasses, making sure he had all of his essentials before locking up and getting in the car. You had given him a spare key in case of anything, so it was going to be no problem getting in. He just hoped for the best, but still assumed the worst secretly. He had a nasty habit of doing so sometimes.
Once he arrived at your complex, admittedly speeding a little to get there, he found your car still parked in its reserved spot. That was slightly relieving. He basically skidded into the guest spot and hopped out, locking up quickly. He chose to take the stairs up to your floor, deeming it faster than waiting in the lobby for the elevator. Your door was locked, understandably, the irrational thoughts slowly leaving his anxious mind. He slid the key into the lock, twisting and opening the door softly to a dark apartment.
Not a single light was on, the only light coming in from the window in the living space. It was very, very quiet, unusual for the space when you were in it. He loved how you lit up every room you graced. Things were tidy and normal, so no crazy robbery and kidnapping. He roamed around, looking for a sign from you in the kitchen, the living space, and the balcony, finding nothing.
Finally, he came to your bedroom, slowly twisting the handle in case you were inside, he didn’t want to startle you if you were. He noticed the black out curtains drawn, the room completely dark save for your salt lamp in the corner. Your floor was messy, tissues littering the ground and stacked high in the trash can. Your phone was on the nightstand, plugged in face down. Your bed was an absolute mountain of blankets unlike anything he had ever seen, just a tuft of your tangled hair sticking out the top on the pillow.
“Oh, baby.” He muttered to himself, a pang of guilt washing over him.
Now he understood. His girl was sick and sleeping while he was definitely ringing her phone off the hook. He stepped closer, trying to find you under all of that fabric. Your head was poking out onto your pillows, hair a mess and cheeks blazing red. You had a crumpled tissue in your hand. He stuck his hand out, running the back along your forehead. You were roasting under there, but he could feel your body shivering from the chills. You stirred, but didn’t wake.
He quickly stood straight, leaving you with a quiet click of the door. He locked up, dashing back down to the car and speeding to the local Walgreens. He filled his basket with all sorts of cold and flu necessities: medicine, cough drops, peppermint tea, your favorite Gatorade, a few of those crackable instant cold compresses, and a thermometer. He hoped no one would stop him in here, wanting to be as fast as he could. Luckily it didn’t appear that anyone knew or cared that he was there, shouting a thanks over his shoulder.
The next stop was Whole Foods, so he could grab some chicken noodle soup that was remarkably close to how his own mother made hers, when Nathan or his sister were sick as children. He threw in a sandwich for him to eat later, an extra couple of your favorite drinks and a chocolate croissant for you when you were feeling up to it. He checked himself out, making his way back to your apartment as quickly as he could. He walked back in with everything, trying to be as quiet as possible. He quickly set up a little tray of soup, medicine, and gatorade. He heated up some water in your kettle and steeped a couple of the tea bags. He cracked the cold compress and wrapped it in a paper towel before making his way back to your room.
He set the tray down on your desk, walking over to your window to crack it under the curtains, airing out the stuffy, overheated space. He checked the thermometer, making sure it was calibrated and working. Now he could finally sit down on the edge of your bed, and start the Nathan MacKinnon recovery plan.
He placed the thermometer on your forehead, dragging it across and down, 102.2F flashing back at him when it stopped thinking with a beep. That made him worried, more than anything else. He grabbed the cold compress, resting it on your forehead so, so softly. You stirred again, this time waking up. The throbbing pressure in your head had only gotten worse, the pain now rattling your jaw and your teeth. You were sweating under all of those blankets, but so impossibly cold at the same time. You groaned in pain before rolling over into a heavy mass that was dipping your side of the bed. Nate’s hand found your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek in feathery dashes.
“N-Nate?” Your voice coming out hoarse and patchy. “No, no you need to get out of here.”
“I’m not going anywhere, babe. You need to break this fever.” He said, his hand sliding down to brush over your shoulders.
“No, you can’t get sick because of me. You have so much to worry about right now, I’ll be fine.” You insisted, watching his face slide into a sad frown through sleepy, delirious vision. “I’m just gonna instacart s-some meds. Go home before you catch this.”
“I beat you to it already. I’m not leaving so you can stop trying to convince me.” He crouched down, “do you think you can sit up to take something?”
You nodded, gingerly sitting up, trying to keep the pain from getting any worse. The blankets slid down as you sat up against the head board, now noticing that you had slept until 3:30pm. You guys would have been enjoying the beauty of Red Rocks by now. Nate grabbed the tray of goodies from your desk, setting it down gently. He popped the two gel caps out of the package, silently asking for your hand before unscrewing the cap to the Gatorade.
“We need to keep you hydrated, so keep taking sips of that,” he mentioned, watching you weakly swallow the cold medicine. “I hope you like chicken noodle soup, it’s very good.”
He picked up the spoon, taking some and guided it to your lips, letting you take a few bites. It definitely helped to settle your stomach, but chewing was painful. You honestly had no strength for more than half of the little bowl of soup, so Nate picked it up and returned it to the desk, placing the Gatorade next to you again. This time, Nate rounded the bed, climbing in and grabbing the remote, earning little hoarse nonononono’s from you.
He didn’t listen, of course, just adjusting so your head was resting in his lap, pulling a couple of the endless blankets up over your shoulder. He laid his hand gently over the cold compress, keeping it in place, while he picked an easy watch kind of show. Finally he sent a text to Woody, letting him know you were ok and that they were going to have a sleepy day in. His hand found your head, dragging his fingers through the tangles so you wouldn’t have to brush a huge birds nest out of your hair when you were back on your feet.
“Nate, please go, I can’t even imagine getting you sick. You guys have h-hard division rival teams coming up, they need you more than-“ you tried to reason.
“I told you already that I’m not leaving. Your fever was pretty high, and you needed to eat and drink something. I’m here to support you, whatever that looks like, and today it looks like this.” He explained, calmly and softly like it was the easiest decision he had ever made, “plus, I’ve been with you the last two days, slept here, and I haven’t gotten sick. And if I do get sick, I’ll figure it out with the staff. I’ve done it before.”
“I ruined the whole day, and my body hurts, and I don’t want you to have to deal with me right now.” You said, your eyes beginning to mist up with frustrated tears, “please, I promise I can deal with it.”
He realized you had begun to cry softly, a couple of tears dripping onto his shorts, “oh baby, you didn’t ruin anything!” He turned your body so you were laying face up, his hands coming to brush away your tears, “Also, I’m not dealing with you, I want to be there for you when you’re struggling. I don’t want you to handle it by yourself. This is just what you do when you love someone.” He rambled, the words coming out quicker than he could think.
He… loves you?
That’s the first time either of you had said it. He had planned to take you on a nice date, give you flowers, wine and dine the hell out of you, before finally telling you he loved you. Of course he knew he loved you, so he gave up the momentary wave of apprehension and went with it. No time like the present, even if that present was stuck in bed with a brutal cold.
“You love me?” You asked, choking on the words a little bit.
“Yeah, I do.” He said, looking deep into your eyes for any sign of rejection, “and I want you to be ok, so rest. We can talk about it more when you’re ready to.”
You turned back towards the tv again, Nate grabbing the cold compress to put back on your head. You close your eyes, feeling sleep call you. Nate returned to carding his fingers through your hair, keeping a slow and steady pace. Every once in a while he would run the compress over your neck and shoulders, trying to cool your burning body. The meds were already helping to bring the fever down. He could feel your breath begin to even out against his leg.
“Nate?” You asked, almost too quiet to be heard.
“Hmm?” He hummed, leaning down to hear you better.
“I love you too.” You admitted, feeling his lips press into your head before sleep overtook you again.
Thank yall so much for 100 notes on this!! Writing here has been so much fun and I’m happy you guys enjoy it!! Sequel maybe? Lemme know if you’d enjoy that! :)
Y’all why does EJ have to be Mr. Nepo Nephew right now. I know, republican hockey player fork found in a republican NHL kitchen but ughhhh. The Avs are falling apart and now this 😭.
(If you aren’t up with it, EJ was at the inauguration and his uncle is Tr*mp’s new secretary of transportation. Barf.)
((I am begging American NHLers to just shoot puck and stay away from problematic shit. Just once. That’s all I want. But alas))
Summary: Nathan and Y/N have a date planned, but a nasty cold gets in the way.
WC: 2K
CW: Sick fic! Bad communication, slight insecure reader, so the tiniest little bit of angst. Tooth rotting fluff, Nathan is a sweetheart. Confessions, swearing, lightly proofread. Let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: Hart trophy and best boyfriend award goes to this fella!
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You let your phone ring and ring, then go silent, the third call coming through and going to voicemail.
One thing everyone knows, you, his teammates, the media, basically the whole hockey-enjoying public, is that Nathan MacKinnon is a health nut. Like, twenty-four hours a day, never shuts off kind of health nut. In the few months you had been exclusive, he had maybe three cheat days, and had never seen you sick. So when you woke up with chills, a fever, a cough, and a head stuffed to the brim with pressure, you decided to let Nate’s calls go to voicemail and curl up in your cocoon of blankets.
He was leaving in a few days for a long, important road trip, and you were not going to be the reason Nate couldn’t play. A cold was absolutely unacceptable to pass along to him. No amount of phone ringing or anything else could convince you otherwise. You would just have to instacart some NyQuil and some soup and tough it out solo. You were not going to bother him with your issues when he had much more important things to be worrying about.
The problem was, today was Nate’s off day, and the original plan was to meet up at your favorite cafe for a light lunch, then take a trip to Red Rocks. There was absolutely no way that was happening now. You hoped he would just assume you were tired and make his own rain check of the date. You didn’t let the thoughts swirl too long before falling asleep.
Nathan was completely and utterly worried.
You had never blown him off like this, not once in your year-ish long friendship or your few months of dating. He knew you always had your phone on you, and there really wasn’t a good reason to not have it. He was calling from the cafe, now 15 minutes past your arranged meet time. After dialing you about five times, he dialed Miles Wood instead, who happened to live in the same complex as you.
“Hey Dogg,” Woody answered, “what’s up man?”
“Hey, um, have you seen Y/N? I’ve called her a bunch, we were supposed to meet up but she isn’t picking up the phone.” Nate explained, hearing a faint hmm on the other end.
“I haven’t. I’m a ways out from home otherwise I would go check for you. Maybe she forgot?” Woody offered, secretly hoping it wasn’t that because of the awkwardness that would ensue if that was the case.
“Ok, I’ll go check on her. Thanks Woody.” He said, and hung up the phone after their goodbyes.
He threw on a cap and his sunglasses, making sure he had all of his essentials before locking up and getting in the car. You had given him a spare key in case of anything, so it was going to be no problem getting in. He just hoped for the best, but still assumed the worst secretly. He had a nasty habit of doing so sometimes.
Once he arrived at your complex, admittedly speeding a little to get there, he found your car still parked in its reserved spot. That was slightly relieving. He basically skidded into the guest spot and hopped out, locking up quickly. He chose to take the stairs up to your floor, deeming it faster than waiting in the lobby for the elevator. Your door was locked, understandably, the irrational thoughts slowly leaving his anxious mind. He slid the key into the lock, twisting and opening the door softly to a dark apartment.
Not a single light was on, the only light coming in from the window in the living space. It was very, very quiet, unusual for the space when you were in it. He loved how you lit up every room you graced. Things were tidy and normal, so no crazy robbery and kidnapping. He roamed around, looking for a sign from you in the kitchen, the living space, and the balcony, finding nothing.
Finally, he came to your bedroom, slowly twisting the handle in case you were inside, he didn’t want to startle you if you were. He noticed the black out curtains drawn, the room completely dark save for your salt lamp in the corner. Your floor was messy, tissues littering the ground and stacked high in the trash can. Your phone was on the nightstand, plugged in face down. Your bed was an absolute mountain of blankets unlike anything he had ever seen, just a tuft of your tangled hair sticking out the top on the pillow.
“Oh, baby.” He muttered to himself, a pang of guilt washing over him.
Now he understood. His girl was sick and sleeping while he was definitely ringing her phone off the hook. He stepped closer, trying to find you under all of that fabric. Your head was poking out onto your pillows, hair a mess and cheeks blazing red. You had a crumpled tissue in your hand. He stuck his hand out, running the back along your forehead. You were roasting under there, but he could feel your body shivering from the chills. You stirred, but didn’t wake.
He quickly stood straight, leaving you with a quiet click of the door. He locked up, dashing back down to the car and speeding to the local Walgreens. He filled his basket with all sorts of cold and flu necessities: medicine, cough drops, peppermint tea, your favorite Gatorade, a few of those crackable instant cold compresses, and a thermometer. He hoped no one would stop him in here, wanting to be as fast as he could. Luckily it didn’t appear that anyone knew or cared that he was there, shouting a thanks over his shoulder.
The next stop was Whole Foods, so he could grab some chicken noodle soup that was remarkably close to how his own mother made hers, when Nathan or his sister were sick as children. He threw in a sandwich for him to eat later, an extra couple of your favorite drinks and a chocolate croissant for you when you were feeling up to it. He checked himself out, making his way back to your apartment as quickly as he could. He walked back in with everything, trying to be as quiet as possible. He quickly set up a little tray of soup, medicine, and gatorade. He heated up some water in your kettle and steeped a couple of the tea bags. He cracked the cold compress and wrapped it in a paper towel before making his way back to your room.
He set the tray down on your desk, walking over to your window to crack it under the curtains, airing out the stuffy, overheated space. He checked the thermometer, making sure it was calibrated and working. Now he could finally sit down on the edge of your bed, and start the Nathan MacKinnon recovery plan.
He placed the thermometer on your forehead, dragging it across and down, 102.2F flashing back at him when it stopped thinking with a beep. That made him worried, more than anything else. He grabbed the cold compress, resting it on your forehead so, so softly. You stirred again, this time waking up. The throbbing pressure in your head had only gotten worse, the pain now rattling your jaw and your teeth. You were sweating under all of those blankets, but so impossibly cold at the same time. You groaned in pain before rolling over into a heavy mass that was dipping your side of the bed. Nate’s hand found your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek in feathery dashes.
“N-Nate?” Your voice coming out hoarse and patchy. “No, no you need to get out of here.”
“I’m not going anywhere, babe. You need to break this fever.” He said, his hand sliding down to brush over your shoulders.
“No, you can’t get sick because of me. You have so much to worry about right now, I’ll be fine.” You insisted, watching his face slide into a sad frown through sleepy, delirious vision. “I’m just gonna instacart s-some meds. Go home before you catch this.”
“I beat you to it already. I’m not leaving so you can stop trying to convince me.” He crouched down, “do you think you can sit up to take something?”
You nodded, gingerly sitting up, trying to keep the pain from getting any worse. The blankets slid down as you sat up against the head board, now noticing that you had slept until 3:30pm. You guys would have been enjoying the beauty of Red Rocks by now. Nate grabbed the tray of goodies from your desk, setting it down gently. He popped the two gel caps out of the package, silently asking for your hand before unscrewing the cap to the Gatorade.
“We need to keep you hydrated, so keep taking sips of that,” he mentioned, watching you weakly swallow the cold medicine. “I hope you like chicken noodle soup, it’s very good.”
He picked up the spoon, taking some and guided it to your lips, letting you take a few bites. It definitely helped to settle your stomach, but chewing was painful. You honestly had no strength for more than half of the little bowl of soup, so Nate picked it up and returned it to the desk, placing the Gatorade next to you again. This time, Nate rounded the bed, climbing in and grabbing the remote, earning little hoarse nonononono’s from you.
He didn’t listen, of course, just adjusting so your head was resting in his lap, pulling a couple of the endless blankets up over your shoulder. He laid his hand gently over the cold compress, keeping it in place, while he picked an easy watch kind of show. Finally he sent a text to Woody, letting him know you were ok and that they were going to have a sleepy day in. His hand found your head, dragging his fingers through the tangles so you wouldn’t have to brush a huge birds nest out of your hair when you were back on your feet.
“Nate, please go, I can’t even imagine getting you sick. You guys have h-hard division rival teams coming up, they need you more than-“ you tried to reason.
“I told you already that I’m not leaving. Your fever was pretty high, and you needed to eat and drink something. I’m here to support you, whatever that looks like, and today it looks like this.” He explained, calmly and softly like it was the easiest decision he had ever made, “plus, I’ve been with you the last two days, slept here, and I haven’t gotten sick. And if I do get sick, I’ll figure it out with the staff. I’ve done it before.”
“I ruined the whole day, and my body hurts, and I don’t want you to have to deal with me right now.” You said, your eyes beginning to mist up with frustrated tears, “please, I promise I can deal with it.”
He realized you had begun to cry softly, a couple of tears dripping onto his shorts, “oh baby, you didn’t ruin anything!” He turned your body so you were laying face up, his hands coming to brush away your tears, “Also, I’m not dealing with you, I want to be there for you when you’re struggling. I don’t want you to handle it by yourself. This is just what you do when you love someone.” He rambled, the words coming out quicker than he could think.
He… loves you?
That’s the first time either of you had said it. He had planned to take you on a nice date, give you flowers, wine and dine the hell out of you, before finally telling you he loved you. Of course he knew he loved you, so he gave up the momentary wave of apprehension and went with it. No time like the present, even if that present was stuck in bed with a brutal cold.
“You love me?” You asked, choking on the words a little bit.
“Yeah, I do.” He said, looking deep into your eyes for any sign of rejection, “and I want you to be ok, so rest. We can talk about it more when you’re ready to.”
You turned back towards the tv again, Nate grabbing the cold compress to put back on your head. You close your eyes, feeling sleep call you. Nate returned to carding his fingers through your hair, keeping a slow and steady pace. Every once in a while he would run the compress over your neck and shoulders, trying to cool your burning body. The meds were already helping to bring the fever down. He could feel your breath begin to even out against his leg.
“Nate?” You asked, almost too quiet to be heard.
“Hmm?” He hummed, leaning down to hear you better.
“I love you too.” You admitted, feeling his lips press into your head before sleep overtook you again.
