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princessphilly · 2 years

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Personal Lock and Key

This is for @fallinallincurls who requested:

They have specified that they like to read about the following players and genres: Mathew Barzal, Nathan MacKinnon, Sidney Crosby, Tyler Seguin, Anthony Beauvillier, Tyson Jost. fluff, smut (18+ only), hurt/comfort. Reader Insert.

She has Nathan MacKinnon and some fluffy fluff. I wanted to give you some smut but my health isn’t letting me write like I want to right now. ilysm sweetie!

WC: 1697

“I want you.”

Nate saw his whispered words create frost on the cold windows. His eyes were on you, your brown hair whipping around you like a halo as you played with Linnea. There was a fresh snowfall on the ground and you exclaimed that it would be perfect for playing in the snow. Nate had chosen to stay inside, feeling a bit out of place.

He was Nathan Fucking MacKinnon. Former first-overall pick, super star, star for the Avs. But every time he saw you, the babysitter for the Landeskogs, Nate felt like a pimply-faced, tongue-tied teen again.

“Staring again?”

Nate turned around to see Mikko giving him a knowing glance. “Like you wouldn’t.”

“She is pretty. Linnea was asking her if she could make her hair like hers but she said that she would braid Linnea’s hair and she’d wear braids too,” Mikko remarked. “Bubbles’ sweet. Stop being a punk, Mac.”

Nate punched Mikko on the arm as Mikko laughed. As if they could hear from outside, you and Linnea turned towards them and Nate inwardly groaned. You waved and then a random snowball hit you in the head. Turning around, Nate smirked as you yelled at Josty before Linnea tackled him.

“You’re going to have to save Nate from himself.”

You groaned at Tyson before you took a sip of your Boba tea. “I’ve sent him so many signals, I can’t get too obvious.”

“Nate is dense. Sorry, Bubbles.”

“So, I need to like, wear a t-shirt saying, ‘I like you and want to do all kinds of things with you, Nate’? That’s kinda embarrassing. What if he’s not interested and he’s just pretending. I am only Linnea’s babysitter,” you fretted.

“Linnea’s babysitter and future speech pathologist.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you knew that big word,” you teased as Tyson threw a fry at you.

There was a short companionable silence before Tyson jumped up and waved. “Over here!”

You turned around to see JT and Cale coming in. As they made their way to your table and sat down, Cale commented, “Nate would be boarding you in practice tomorrow if he saw you here with Bubbles.”

“Oh, so he’s so obsessed with me but if I smile at him, his cheeks turn red and he starts stammering,” you complained.

The guys shared a look before Tyson got a devious look on his face. “I have an idea.”

“Uh oh, Tyson got an idea? Time to hide,” teased JT.

As Tyson threw a fry at him, Cale commented, “If this idea takes everyone out of their misery; it’ll be worth it.”

“Let’s hope so,” you grumbled before the guys started to talk shop about hockey. It was really getting annoying. You liked the reddish-blond himbo from the first moment you met him. You always thought it was mutual but the boy couldn’t take a hint to save his life. You knew he said he wasn’t romantic but you believed all men weren’t really romantic until they met the one.

Whenever you two were at the same place, you could feel Nate’s eyes on you. If you needed something, he always rushed to get it, to everyone’s amusement. But other than that, he clammed up like the shyest boy ever whenever you tried to talk to him. You sighed before stealing one of Tyson’s fries. As you munched on it, he pushed the rest to you.

Tyson’s idea better work, you thought, or you were going to permanently shelve the idea of dating Nate and move on to the next person.

You had to give Tyson credit. It was definitely ingenious and a reminder of the different parties and mixers your sorority had in college. Tyson set up a Lock and Key party. Each person had either a lock or a key and they had to find the matching lock or key.

Also, there was a mixture of people. Tyson had to have gotten his girlfriend to invite some of the people she knew because the guys weren’t all his teammates. But the vibe was friendly. However, Nathan MacKinnon was nowhere to be found.

“Hey, so do you have a lock or key?”

You smiled at the boy. His name was Derrick and he had a pair of kind green eyes. “I have a lock,” you murmured.

His eyes lit up. “I have a key!”

As you held out your lock, he tried to fit his key in it. Unfortunately, it didn’t fit. “Aw, that sucks,” he good-naturedly complained. “Someone else is going to be lucky to have a key that fits the prettiest girl here’s lock.”

“I hope so, but if not, you can always come around, Derrick,” you flirted. Nate was nowhere to be seen yet and you weren't going to stand around waiting for him.

“This is the stupidest theme for a party yet,” Nate complained on the phone as he pulled on a pair of sneakers. Tyson and his girlfriend had decided to play matchmakers with a lock and key party. The whole idea was so fucking stupid to Nate and he didn’t even plan to go. “Let me guess, she’s trying to hook all her friends up with a player of their own.”

“Bubbles is here and she’s having the time of her life,” Cale simply stated.

Nate paused, glad he was talking into his Airpods and not holding his phone. Bubbles, the one girl who said she outgrew parties when she graduated from college, she was there. The pause was long enough for Cale to call out, “Mac, are you there?”

“Yeah… I’m here. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

Nate frowned as he looked at himself in the mirror. His fit was fine but fuck, the idea of Bubbles matching up with another guy at Tyson’s party pissed him off. Feeling his face already turning red with anger, Nate took in several calming breaths. It was going to be alright.

An hour had passed and you were having fun. So far, no matches but for a party with twenty-somethings, it was pretty chill and laid back. Then you felt a prickle of awareness on your spine. Turning around, you saw Nate, his cheeks ruddy as he hugged Tyson’s girlfriend. Then your eyes met and while Nate smiled, something was different this time.

It seemed like time went slow as Nate made his way around the party, a key in his hand. You felt a sense of dread as you realized exactly what Tyson did but you hoped it would turn out okay. However, a little part of yourself began to mock you. He’s never been interested in you, you were just making it up. Mentally, you told that part to shut the fuck up as you smiled at another group of Tyson’s girlfriend’s friends.

Nate grinned at the girl, his key not working in her lock. He was actually having fun even though now, he had an idea of what was going on. Part of him wanted to rush to Bubbles right away and try his key in her lock but the idea of failing right away made Nate decide to move around the party at first. But now, he watched as you exited another conversation, smoothing your hair around your ponytail. As always, you were popular and Nate wanted to push all the other guys away from you. His eyes lazily followed your figure as you made your way to the bathroom. The group chat was blazing with the boys mocking and encouragement, different guys calling him a punk for waiting. However, Nate was ready to try.

Splashing water on your face, you blinked before taking out a brush and smoothing down your hair before pulling it back into a ponytail. It was starting to get hot in the house and your hair was starting to frizz. You were also ready to go home, eat some Chubby Hubby ice cream, and reactivate Tinder. Well, maybe not reactivate Tinder. Sighing, you opened the door to see Nate standing against the wall.

“Hey Nate! Have you been waiting long? I’m sorry,” you said, glad that you didn’t trip over your words. There was something that he did to you when you two were by yourselves.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Bubbles.”

You gulped as he smirked. “Is that a bad thing,” he teased.

“No, I just realized these are the most words you ever said to me without running away.”

Nate sucked in a breath at your quip. “I’m sorry, Bubbles. Kinda hard to talk to the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Don’t want to make myself look like an idiot.”

You bit your lip, Nate had given you the perfect opening to make a smart remark but you decided not to take it this time. The strains of dvsn’s song, “Body Smile” played as you two locked eyes.

Now that you know, You were better than I was ready for, oh

“Do you have your lock,” Nate asked, breaking the silence. You silently gave him the lock, hoping against hope it was going to work.

Nate’s hands shook as he held onto your lock, carefully sliding his key in. Twisting it, your lock popped open, showing that it was a match.

“They set us up,” you murmured, looking down at the floor.

Scratching the back of his head, Nate realized it was now or never. “Then maybe, if you’d like, we could go out next weekend. Dinner, we have an off night-”

You touched Nate’s face, a soft smile on your lips. Intending to peck him slightly on the cheek, Nate turned his face to where your lips met his. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as you realized that was your first kiss with Nate. “Sure,” you whispered.

Fifteen years later

“So mommy, how did you and Daddy get together again?”

You linked eyes with Nate as your inquisitive daughter looked up at you. Your boys rolled their eyes as they played their video games but you knew they loved the story too.

Nate mock-groaned as you began, “Once upon a time, your mother was in grad school and your father played for the Avs…”

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huggybug · 2 years

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50 for Nathan MacKinnon? Happy dilf day!

happy dilf day!

50. “Why did you teach them that?”

Nate was a good dad. Sure, he wasn’t around all the time and it definitely wasn’t easy but he tried his hardest to make sure he was there for your daughter. His constant facetime calls on the road were a highlight of Scarlett’s day and you knew Nate loved it just as much. However, despite his commitment to her during the season, nothing compared to when he was home.

Nate loved taking your toddler to the park or out on little excursions and he was always making sure you were getting enough time away from the house if you wanted. All in all, Nate was a great dad and a wonderful husband... for the most part.

Walking into your house, you can hear that a few of the guys are over and guessing by the cars in the driveway, it was Gabe, EJ, and Cale. You aren’t attacked in a hug until you reach the living room, Scarlett jumping off of Nate’s lap to waddle over and give you a giggly hug as you say hello to everyone.

“How was lunch?” Nate asks with a smile when you cross the room to sit with him on the couch.

“Good, my mom wants to invite us over for dinner soon”

“Yeah sure that’d be great”

“Show Y/n what Scarlett can do!” EJ chimed from the other side of the room with a big smile.

“Oh yeah this is cool” Nate smirks. “Scar? Can you get Daddy a drink?” You watch as your daughter obediently hops up and wanders into the kitchen. You hear the fridge open and shut before she emerges with a cold beer in her hand.

“Nathan!”

“What?” His eyes went wide, not liking being on the receiving end of your scorn.

“Why did you teach her that?”

“It’s funny” He shrugs and you sigh loudly.

“Our three year old serving you alcohol is not funny” You turned to Gabe and Cale who were laughing. “I trusted you two to be responsible” You waved a finger between them but your words only made EJ let out a squawk.

“Hey! Why just them?”

“Erik Johnson if you think I would trust you with anything-”

“Okay no reason to be rude” You roll your eyes at the dramatic display.

“Just at least promise me you won’t teach her how to open the can?” You turn to Nate who smirks before nodding and cracking open his fresh beer.

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ghstandpucks · 2 years

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6's to 9's ~ Nathan MacKinnon

Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you all have a wonderful day and stay happy and healthy! Requests are open still. Hope you like this one bestie!!!

Request: Hiiiii bestieeeee,

If you’re not working on any fics, can I request a fic?? No rush! But Nate recently was listening to this song on spotify and I’ve been addicted to it. 6s to 9s by big wild. He’s also played them on a stream. Anyways, kkbyeeeee ☺️💕☺️

Word Count: 2,565

Warnings: implied sex, a few curse words, nothing terrible

Master List

I want you to hold me Come and lay with me Set aside your problems with me, baby Save your conversation for the basement (yeah) I want you speaking in tongues You know what they say about those

You were at a charity event with Nate on a Saturday evening, keeping an eye out for him as you talked with a few other of the Avalanche’s significant others. You spotted Nate, trying to sneak away from a conversation but also not wanting to come off as impolite. You caught his eye and could see the hidden pleading look he was throwing at you to get him out of the conversation. Excusing yourself from the group you were catching up with, you made your way over to Nate. Latching onto his arm, you smiled kindly at the elder men in front of you. “I’m so sorry but I need to steal this one for a moment,” you said and they chuckled, shooing the two of you away.

“I love you,” Nate whispered into your hair as you both walked away.

“I know,” you smiled up at him. You walked out of the banquet hall and into the hallway, knowing Nate wanted to get away from prying eyes and redundant conversations. “You good?” you whispered in your dark corner, not wanting to ruin the finally peaceful atmosphere. Nate sighed, lowering his head and capturing your lips with his. One of his hands gripped your hip as the other braced himself on the wall behind you. He bit your lip slightly and you gasped, Nate then breaking away and trailing kisses across your cheek till he was at your ear.

“Can we go home yet?” he mumbled huskily and you wanted to melt into him right there.

“When can you leave?” you asked, slightly breathless. Nate smirked and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the building behind him. You were slightly concerned at what the others would say about the two of you disappearing, but one look into Nate’s eyes as he held you close silenced all those thoughts.

Ooh, they come together, look we're together You can't let them slip away You can't let them slip away Ooh, a good thing together, so unpredictable But one thing I know for sure

Laying in bed with Nate later that evening you were playing with his fingers; unlocking and relacing your hand with his. Nate’s breathing was even, a slight snore that always made you smile as a reminder that he was there and not miles away on the road. The peacefulness of the moment was not lost on you, and you tried to cuddle into Nate’s side even more though that wasn’t entirely possible as he was holding you tightly against him. It wasn’t in a suffocating way, but a comfort that only he could provide you with. You were so lost in your own train of thought that you hadn’t realized that the snoring had subsided. “Why are you still up?” Nate’s sleep laden voice drifted to your ears.

“No reason,” you shrugged, continuing to play with his hand. Nate held tight to yours when you relaced your fingers with his and brought it to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.

“What’s on that pretty mind of yours?” he said, waking up a bit more and maneuvering himself so you were both on your sides facing each other.

“Nothing,” you smiled softly at him. He rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“You never have ‘nothing’ on your mind Y/N. You’ve always had something to say.” You giggled at Nate’s reference to your past; one that had always included him since you were both eight.

“You were always so easy to spur into an argument,” you teased him.

“Because you were always a know it all and really annoying when we were kids,” Nate chuckled, kissing your forehead.

You had known Nate since you were eight, attending the same elementary school. When you had moved, you thought you could make friends by showing everyone how smart you were. All it did was piss Nate off though. You had an answer for everything, and would constantly challenge the boy in your class who would send you annoyed side glances. He thought he was so cool because he was good at hockey, you would show him you always thought.

No one would have bet that the two of you would one day get together. When he came home after his rookie year, he did think a lot of himself. When he ran into you at a bar though, that changed. He almost didn’t recognize you, though you knew exactly who he was. One smart remark out of your mouth though and it was like he was transported back to being eight. One of the only things that had changed at that moment though was that he found you attractive this time, and your challenging of him thrilling after being able to get whatever he wanted because of who he was now. You had left the bar annoyed at the star rookie, and annoyed with yourself that your crush seemed to be forever intact.

By some miracle, or curse as you like to put it to tease Nate, he bumped into you again the following morning at a coffee shop. This time though, the two of you seemed to have your first civil conversation in your lifetime which to both of your confusion ended up with Nate asking you out. His mom teased him mercilessly for dating you that summer. It definitely came as a shock to old friends when you posted a picture of you and Nate on your Instagram account alluding to time spent together. Your banter easily turned into flirting though, and the two of you became inseparable; only spending the following season apart before Nate asked you to move to Denver with him the following year.

You let go of Nate’s hand and placed yours on his cheek, leaning up to kiss him deeply. Draping your leg over his hip, you were easily able to make him fall back onto his back and straddle him. Nate moaned as you trailed your lips down his jaw and onto his neck. “Am I still an annoying know it all,” you whispered breathlessly in his ear. Nate chuckled and quickly held you to him as he shifted, now being the one who hovered above you with your back on the mattress.

“You’ll always be a pain in the ass babe. But you’re my pain in the ass,” Nate said, silencing your playful protests with a searing kiss.

You turn my sixes to nines Frequently fly, we can't deny, no This feeling tonight I know I weaken when I When I look in your eye And you're holding me tight We're in love, you and I You turn my sixes to nines You turn my sixes to nines

Waking up that morning, you smiled softly at the feeling of warmth that encompassed you. Laying on his chest, you turned and kissed Nate’s shoulder sleepily. You smiled to yourself, thankful for the rare day off. “Morning baby,” Nate yawned and stretched.

“Good morning my love,” you smiled sleepily at him. The both of you laid there a while longer in peaceful silence, enjoying the slow morning. Nate eventually grabbed his phone off the nightstand and chuckled when he saw some of the messages he had ignored the previous evening. “What?” you asked, propping your head up on your hand.

“Nothing. Just getting some shit for leaving early yesterday,” Nate shook his head, but his smirk was ever present.

“No one saw us, did they?” you asked, growing embarrassed that the team may have realized the reason behind the two of you sneaking off and leaving.

“No,” Nate replied, sitting up and getting out of bed. You admired his toned body as he walked around the foot of the bed and eyed something on the floor. “Not hard to imagine why we left though,” Nate smirked at you. You leaned over the edge of the bed and saw what had caught his eye, your dress haphazardly discarded into a pile.

“Well that’s going to be embarrassing next get together,” you flushed slightly, even though you knew you weren’t the first couple called out for disappearing early for the night. You adored how close the team was, but sometimes you just wished they would all mind their own business.

“Naw, it’ll be fine,” Nate reassured you, knowing you were over thinking it.

“How are you so sure?” you got up and took a couple steps to get over to him. Nate wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him.

“Cause I’ll beat their asses if they say anything and they know that,” Nate dropped his forehead to yours and you giggled.

“Okay Mr. Tough Guy,” you responded sarcastically. Nate began to tickle your sides as you tried to squirm out of his grip. “Okay, okay, I believe you!” Nate placed a kiss on your forehead as he went about getting dressed, and you couldn’t help but smile at this man that loved to act tough, but was a big teddy bear around you.

I want you to hold me Ride this with me Search inside your inhibitions maybe Sometimes when it feels right (feels right) Maybe it's alright (alright, alright) I want you speaking in tongues Know what they say about those

A week later the team was out at a bar after a big win. You were talking with Mikko’s girlfriend when a tipsy Mikko pulled her away from you. You laughed as she shrugged and followed him as you felt a strong pair of arms encase your waist. “See. We won’t be talked about any more,” Nate chuckled in your ear. You spun around and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“It was kind of fun being center of attention,” you shrugged and Nate raised his eyebrows, questioning your statement. “I’m kidding,” you laughed and gave him a chaste kiss. Nate seemed to exhale whatever breath he was holding and smiled down at you

“Okay know it all. Do you want to get out of here though?” he asked in all sincerity.

“The evening just started though. Are you feeling okay?” you asked, placing your hand on his cheek. Nate turned his head to press his lips to the inside of your palm, and nodded.

“Just want to be alone with my girl,” he said honestly, and you could see the tiredness in his eyes. This wasn’t like last week, no lust or wanting. Just a pure desire to be curled up at home with one another as a sitcom played out in the background of a soft conversation.

“Let’s go then,” your whisper was drowned out by the loud music, but Nate heard you. You both said your goodbyes and headed home. Once there, you changed and curled up on the sofa with Nate, discussing plans for the upcoming holidays with both of your families.

Ooh, they come together, look we're together You can't let them slip away You can't let them slip away Ooh, a good thing together, so unpredictable But one thing I know for sure

Thanksgiving was here, and though not everyone on the team was American, the Landeskogs decided to throw a Friendsgiving since it was a day off. When you showed up with Nate, you went straight to the kitchen to help Mel with whatever you could. As the day carried on, you would hand things to Nate without him asking and he would do the same in return. It wasn’t anything crazy, but something that the older couples liked to constantly tease you two about. “You’re just so in sync with each other,” Mel commented after you had handed Nate the foil without him even mentioning it.

“I mean, we’ve been together for about six years now,” you laughed off her comment.

“I know. It’s just nice to see even after all these years,” she continued.

“We did meet when we were eight,” you said as Nate, Gabe and Erik walked into the kitchen.

“And she was annoying as all hell at eight,” Nate said, kissing your cheek. You smacked him away with the spatula that was in your hands.

“Like you were any better,” you giggled.

“Okay children, play nice,” Erik said, stealing a piece of bread as you stuck your tongue out at him.

The evening continued and you genuinely enjoyed your time with everyone. On the way home Nate held your hand while talking about something that Andre had told him. You smiled at him fondly, feeling entirely lucky to have this man in your life. “Why are you staring at me?” Nate asked with a laugh when he stopped at a red light close to home.

“No reason,” you smiled and he shook his head.

“Out with it,” he mumbled, glancing at you with a soft smile.

“I just think it’s so funny how we annoyed the crap out of each other when we were younger, and now look where we are,” you said quietly as Nate started to drive again. He nodded, a larger smile gracing his face.

“You challenge me like no one ever has,” he stated simply.

“In a good way?” you asked, though you knew the answer. Nate pulled into his parking spot and turned to you after turning off the car.

“Best way possible.” He answered with a quick kiss. The walk up to your apartment was silent, and he turned to you again when the door closed behind the two of you.

“What else?” he asked.

“I just hope you continue to think that way,” you said honestly, not knowing what you would do if he one day decided he didn’t love you anymore. Nate swept a piece of hair behind your ear and cupped your cheek.

“Today,” he said, kissing your left cheek. “Tomorrow,” kissing your right cheek. “Six years from now,” your forehead. “Nine years from now,” the tip of your nose. “Twelve years from now,” finally your lips as you giggled.

“Are you just counting by threes?” you smiled and Nate rolled his eyes.

“Just shut up and let me kiss you,” he grumbled.

“Okay,” you smiled against his lips.

You fell asleep that night next to the love of your life with a smile on your face and a beautiful diamond ring on your left hand. Nate hadn’t planned on proposing that evening, having wanted to wait till Christmas when you were with both your families. The moment just felt too right after your conversation though that he couldn’t wait anymore. He pressed a tired kiss to your forehead as you snuggled even closer to him, more than thankful to have you in his life.

Frequently fly, we can't deny, no This feeling tonight I know I weaken when I When I look in your eye And you're holding me tight We're in love, you and I You turn my sixes to nines

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breezymichelle99 · 3 years

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You Had Me From Hello l Nathan MacKinnon

Part 2 of The First Hello

Summary: After dating for a while, Nate wants to bring you to a team function where the team finds out about your little game day routine, and Nate discovers he can get a little jealous.

Warnings: A curse word or two. A little jealousy. Mostly fluff.

Author's Note: I appreciate everyone who reached out and wanted a part two to The First Hello. @hockey-racing-fubol I hope this lives up to your expectations, and the idea that you had. 😉 @avsfans95 I hope you also enjoy this part 2.

After meeting Nathan at "The Daily Grind." Coffee shop Across the street from the arena the two of you had become inseparable. Despite rumors that he wasnt romantic he had been a perfect gentleman and the two of you had finally made it official.

Over the last five months you and Nate had been spending every second that he had off together and even when he had a game you were always there cheering him on. The two of you had gone skiing, you’d been to several road games with him, the pair of you had checked out every coffee shop and bookstore in the area. You spent hours in the park just sitting on a bench talking, laughing, watching the hustle and bustle of people around you. You walked hand and hand with him down the busy streets of Las Vegas on a road trip. Even spent a few days inside with him teaching you how to play his favorite video games. The two of you had really been enjoying the time spent getting to know each other.

It wasn’t until last month that Nathan had asked you to be his girlfriend. It seemed trivial to worry about labels since you knew at this point that you were pretty much his girl. But it was important to him that you and everyone else knew that you were his.

You had spent the night at his house after a game. He woke up to a rather delicious smell wafting about his apartment. He got out of bed to find you making breakfast in his kitchen; you were wearing his shirt. He smirked.. “What smells so good in here?” he asks, stumbling into the kitchen in grey sweats and no shirt still half asleep. You eye him, enjoying the view. “Pancakes.” you whisper. He laughs. “Don’t think those are part of my nutrition plan.” he says, wrapping his arms around you as you stand in front of the stove, lips gently trailing down your neck.

You couldn’t help but smirk because you knew better. “Your trainer won’t kill you I promise, they’re oatmeal banana.” you say with a chuckle. He couldn’t get the smile off of his face, you knew him so well. “Anything else, sir.” you playfully chastise him. There was silence for a second. “Nope, just going to shut up.” you both laugh as he begins to set the table. “Mmhmm that’s what I thought.” you hum as you bring the pancakes to the table and you begin eating.. laughing , joking, talking about plans for the day.

As you cleared the table you could tell he had something on his mind. “What is it?” you ask as you hand him the final dish as he stands over the sink. He turned to you, putting his large hands on your hips, pulling you to him. You put your head on his chest, and you can hear his heart beating. “What is it, babe?” you ask again looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“So uh...I want to ask you if you might wanna be... my girlfriend, you basically are anyways at least I feel like you are and we practically and I just want to Officially…” you stopped him with a kiss mostly because he was rambling but also because you already knew the answer. You pulled your lips away slowly with a smile. “Yes Nate.” you whisper. He leans into your lips kissing you again pulling your body back to his once more. His hands falling to your hips and then down to your ass. You couldn’t help but giggle into his lips. “Sir, I think you’re going to be late for practice.” you say pulling your lips from his. “Uh huh and your point?” he says, grabbing you and pulling you back to him. You protest but you give in, kissing him. “Uh huh I knew you couldn’t resist me.” he smirks. Smacking your ass and walking towards the bedroom to get changed for practice. “TEASE!!!” you shout after him. You can hear him laughing from the back room.

The two of you easily fall into a routine with each other and more days pass turning into months. You spent more time at Nate’s then your own place so you ended up moving in with him at his request. “I just want to be near you babe, please.” he begged, knowing you’d never be able to resist those eyes and his perfect smile. “Alright alright.” you say giving in just like he knew you would. “I also need one more favor.” he says, pouting again. “Oh boy you are asking a lot of me today..” you joke. “What is it, babe?” you ask him dying to kiss those pouty lips. There was a moment of silence. “Nate?” you say.

“The team is having a get together, and I was uhhh wondering if you would want to come with me?” he asks. He knew all his teammates would most likely be there and probably their wives or girlfriends and he just really wanted to bring you to show you off as his girl. He had always been a private person in his relationships but something about being with you, something about you in general, made him want to tell the world what a treasure he had found. Plus no one had really met you as his girlfriend even though they all knew.

You run your fingers over his cheek. “I would love to come with you, baby.” you say giving him a gentle kiss. He smiled. "When is this shindig?" You ask. He was still holding you. "Saturday, the team has an off day, so one of the guys thought we should have a little team get together before playoffs begin." He says his long fingers dance over your skin. You melt into his touch. "Sounds good to me." You say giving him an excited smile. He kissed you gently and both went about your days.

Saturday was quickly approaching. The Avs had two games that week and they would win both, only boosting morale for this upcoming get together and obvious playoff run.

"Babe are you almost ready?" He calls for you as you appear in a short light green sundress at the top of the stairs. He gasped at the sight of you. You took his breath away. "You look gorgeous." He manages as he takes your hand and pulls you to him. "Thanks babe." You whisper, kissing him gently. It was an unusually warm day in May for Colorado but you were both taking advantage of it.

The Avs Captain Gabriel Landeskog was hosting today's party. When you arrived plenty of the team and their significant others were there. You take a deep breath. Nate sensed your nerves and leaned over to kiss you. "Don't worry babe, everyone will love you." He says pulling his lips away slowly and giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You appreciated the reassurance.

You stepped out of the car, Nate waited patiently to help you out, you graciously took his hand with a smile and together you headed up the driveway to join the party goers. Nate never let go of your hand as you entered the busy backyard.

Everyone's eyes on the two of you. And soft whispers began. "See I knew they were together." "She was always at every game." "I wondered when they would show up to a function together." You blush as you hear some of the whispers. Nate squeezes your hand tighter letting you know he's got you, no matter what.

The two of you began to mingle. Nate happily introduces you as his girlfriend. You couldn't help but smile. The look on his face as he did so melted your heart. Several of his teammates had gathered around you now; Ryan Graves, Erik Johnson, Tyson Jost, Brandon Saad, Mikko Rantanen, and Cale Makar. Everyone quickly embraces you and Nate and asks questions immediately about your relationship with him.

"So we've seen you around a lot. But this is the official first meeting, how did you guys meet?" Ryan asks. You blush thinking about your literal run in with Nate. He happily takes over. "It was at The Daily Grind." He says. You feel his hand on the small of your back and melt into the gentle gesture.

"I wasn't Paying attention and I ran into him." You add. "Probably felt like you ran into a brick wall." Tyson laughs. You smile. Nate elbows him. Everyone laughs. "Pretty much." You tease him. "I was actually on my way to the game that night." You say. "Yeah little miss superstitious over here." He teases you back. Those gorgeous blue eyes looking down at you with so much love. "Ohhhh really? We definitely have to hear this one." Erik chimes in. "More superstitious than this guy, I don't believe it." Brandon says, slapping Nate on the shoulder.

You couldn't believe he was about to spill the beans on your game day superstition. You were sure the more people he told the less power it held but you let him anyway because he loved the story. "So tell us." The boys insist.

"Alright." You say giving in. "When I moved to Colorado and started going to games I stopped at The Daily Grind to get coffee beforehand. Well the Avs always won and Nate always scored at least one goal when I did, so I decided not to tempt fate so every time I went to a game from that night on I always stopped there and ordered the same exact thing that I ordered that night, and it's worked ever since." You say looking over to Nate with a smile.

"So then they called her name at the counter and she wasn't Looking and she ran right into me, and like the gentleman I am." He paused because everyone was laughing. "I caught her and the rest is history. We dated for a while and then I asked her to be my girl and here we are." Nate says leaning down to kiss you.

The crowd of teammates awed and you couldn't help but smile into his lips. "Well we are happy for you both." Several guys say, together. Everyone, falling back into casual conversation now that all the questions about your relationship were answered.

"I'm going to grab something to drink. Do you want something?" You ask him. "I can come with you.." he says, not wanting to leave you. "It's okay babe, just tell me what you want I'll grab it and be right back, hang out with the guys." You say giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"Alright. I'll have a beer then." He says. You nod and head to the cooler. He watches you leave. "Bro she is wonderful." Nate blushes as he looks over at you standing beside the cooler chatting with Gabriel.

"You must be Nate's new girlfriend?." Gabe asks, sneaking up beside you. You turn, knowing him immediately. "Guilty." You say looking over towards Nate who is watching you. "You must be Gabriel Landeskog, thank you for inviting us." You say with a smile. "Please call me Landy, everyone else does. And you're welcome, glad to see Nate with someone finally, he deserves it." He says pulling you in for a hug.

Nate spotted you, Landy's arms wrapped around you in an innocent hug. He knew it was just a kind gesture towards the host. But something inside him ached. Though his Captain was a devoted father and husband he couldn't help but feel like he was jealous of another man's hands on you in a hug that seemed like it lasted too long. Was this what jealousy really felt like? If so, he wasn't a fan.

He watched you laughing. He knew it meant absolutely nothing at all but something inside him raged. As he watched you bounce back to him, beer in hand. You hand him the cold beer and notice immediately that something was off but you didn't press him. You stood beside him lost in conversation with someone's girlfriend not even noticing that he had left your side to go sit down with some of the guys around the fire pit.

Weird for someone you hadn't wanted to leave your side he certainly wasn't acting like that now. Every once in a while you would look up from your conversation to catch him looking at you but seconds later he would look away. Now you knew something was wrong.

"Would you excuse me?" You say politely as you head over in Nathan's direction. You sit down in his lap. Usually he would immediately wrap his arms around you and pull you into his massive body but he did not this time. "Please tell me what's wrong." You whisper in his ear quietly, your arm around his neck.

You knew him too well. He thought. How was he going to explain his bad attitude to you? How would he explain that even though you had done nothing wrong he was upset? How could he tell you he was jealous, afraid to lose you even though he knew with every fiber of his being that you were his? “How was he going to tell you that an innocent hug between you and his Captain; who is happily married with a family, sent him spiraling.

Maybe he should brush it off, forget it ever happened, wrap his arms around you, pull you close, and take you home. Or he could talk to you, let you know what he was feeling instead of letting a maybe or a what if make him crazy. He’d never felt like this for someone before, the way he felt about you and these feelings he was experiencing were new to him.

The soft touch of your fingertips on his forearm pulled him from his thoughts. “Hey!” you say softly. “What’s going on in there?” you added. Kissing his cheek gently begging him to let you in. you knew he had always been a private person and that these types of feelings were newish for him but you both were grownups and you both knew communication was key. So why wouldn’t he just talk to you?

By this time most of the team had either gone home or were all standing around the yard playing cornhole or trying to find some way to get their girlfriend out of the conversation she was having with someone else’s wife/girlfriend so they could head home.

Finally Nate wrapped you up in his arms.. But a loud sigh came from his lips. “I don’t know what to say, I feel like an ass for feeling like this and honestly it’s kind of stupid but when Landy was hugging you.” he paused because he saw you were about to protest. “Yes I know he’s married and has kids and all that but that still didn’t stop me from feeling something about seeing another man with his hands on you as innocent as it was.” he says.

You couldn’t stop the smile that crossed your lips. He was jealous. “What’s so funny?” he says, stopping mid-sentence, getting slightly annoyed. “Baby you were just a little bit jealous, it’s not a bad thing.” you whisper, kissing him gently. “It’s not?” he asks. You chuckle. “No baby it’s not, it just means that you care and don’t want to lose me, which might I add you will never, you’re stuck with me. Not even Sidney Crosby himself could take me away from you.” you joke knowing that was Nate’s friend. He rolled his eyes.

“It’s okay to feel like that. I feel like that sometimes too. It’s healthy, babe, a little bit anyway, just as long as you don’t start throwing punches at the next guy who hugs me, or opens a door for me, I think you’ll be just fine.” you smile. He leans in to kiss you. Finally he had made it back to you. “I didn’t know you got Jealous?” he says, placing a gentle kiss on your nose. “Sometimes you just can’t help it.” you say. The two of you getting up from the chair you were in, getting ready to leave. He looked at you for a long moment. Blue eyes dancing over your body. The look he had for you was so loving, so happy.

“You know you had me from hello.” he whispers.. Pulling you into his body and kissing you once more, this time longer and more passionate. His long fingers cupping your cheek as he deepens the kiss. You pull your lips away slowly. “Clumsiness and all.” you joke. He takes your hand. “Clumsiness and all.” he says. As he leads you out of the back yard.

You say your goodbyes and thank you’s and head home. That sparkle had returned to Nate’s blue eyes and you knew everything was going to be alright. As the two of you would prepare for the Stanley Cup Playoff run and a future together that was bright from the very first hello.

The end 💖

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matthewtkachuk · 3 years

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i’m sorry if i took you for granted - nathan mackinnon

nate begins to take you for granted, spelling the end of your relationship

pairing: nathan mackinnon x reader

warnings: angst, unresolved angst, it’s not a happy ending, alcohol, breakups

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this was supposed to get a happy ending, but it’s been months and i dig the unresolved ending. for @officialgritty for helping me end this thing

Sometimes you miss him even when he’s right there with you, it’s like he’s still thousands of miles away even as his hands find your waist in the dark.

You press your lips to his, but it’s like kissing stone. His hand on your thigh is warm, but it lacks any sort of purpose, more akin to a coincidental place for his hand to rest than an intentional hold. You don’t know what you’ve done, but his eyes don’t shine bright with love for you anymore. Rather it’s something like familiarity and comfort, but you don’t want comfort you want love and fire and passion. You want to look at him and positively feel his love wash over you, want to see adoration reflected back to you alongside an easy grin. It’s not there, and it hasn’t been there for months. Despite your best efforts to rekindle the flame, the coals of your love are cooling, the scent of a blown out candle lingering in the air.

He won’t break up with you, though. You know it, and he knows it and everyone around you knows it as they beg for you to put yourself first and end things when he won’t. But you love him and you think if he would just put the barest amount of effort in too he would remember that he loved you once. That once your smile lit up his whole world, that once coming home to you was the best feeling in the world, better than hoisting that elusive cup.

He doesn’t try anymore and you don’t know why. Date nights don’t happen, and even when they’re planned, without fail he breaks those plans. Too busy with the boys or hockey or prior commitments or his family. Yet every time you trust that this time he’ll show up for you. You dress in new lingerie sets that he never gets to see, pull on your prettiest dresses, wear your hair in the way he likes it, and apply his favourite shade of lipstick on you. You wear the earrings he got you for your birthday and the necklace he gave you on your anniversary and the bracelet you’d gotten two Christmases ago.

Once he waits long enough to cancel that you’re just finishing the last touches, placing delicate gold hoops in your ears as he bursts through the doors with the boys in tow. Your heart falls into your stomach as the familiar feeling of disappointment floods your veins and you know Cale and Josty see the way your face falls even if Nate doesn’t. “You don’t mind, baby, do you?” he asks, and like the dutiful girlfriend you say of course not, but you storm out of the apartment and call your best friend to meet you for dinner and drinks instead. You pay with his credit card because goddamn it if he’s not willing to take you out he’s going to pay for it. He doesn’t text you at all that night, not even when you slip into your best friend’s bed beside her rather than your bed at home as you cry onto her shoulder.

He doesn’t try anymore, when they’re gone on roadies he barely texts, never facetimes. In the beginning of your relationship, he was on you like glue, calling you every night before bed to see your sweet smile. He used to send you pictures of dogs because they reminded him of you, but if you were to look in your phone the last message you got from him was a noncommittal response to ‘do you want anything from the grocery store?’

He doesn’t try anymore, and yet he’s surprised when he returns from the west coast to find your things gone. All that’s left is your keyring on the table alongside the earrings he got you for your birthday and the necklace he gave you on your anniversary and the bracelet you’d gotten two Christmases ago.

He thought that next offseason he’d take you home with him and propose out on the lake and if you could just get through this season he would give you the attention you were looking for. He’s not an idiot, he knew he wasn’t taking care of you the way he should have, but he kind of just always thought you’d be there. After a disappointing end to last season, Bednar was on all of their asses and he had to focus his attention there. Then there were the rookies that he had taken under his wing - homesick and young in a city they didn’t know, he felt like he was the guy to be there for them. There was always drama with his family to deal with, and he felt bad that he couldn’t be there for his mom whenever she needed him and so that took his attention too.

He was so comfortable with you, in your relationship that he incorrectly wagered that you would be able to weather the storm together until he could get it all together. And maybe if he had confided in you just how full his plate was, maybe you would have understood. But as it stood, you felt just like those rookies, all alone in a city where the only people you knew were associated with him, miles away from your family because you had followed him so that he could live his dream.

It’s heartbreaking, the feeling of an empty apartment now totally void of your overwhelming presence. Your candles are gone, and so is your fuzzy blanket that used to hang over the loveseat. Your half of the closet lays empty except for the jerseys he’d gifted you, and there’s no fruity smelling shampoo in the shower.

You go home to Nova Scotia, tail tucked between your legs as you finally do what everyone who loved you had been begging you to do, dreading the inevitable wave of ‘I told you sos’ that never come. Your mom smooths down your hair like you’re a child again, and your dad grumbles that he never liked that kid anyway even though he’s lying. Your brother threatens him which is just comical considering just how much bigger Nate is, and your little sister shares her Ben and Jerry’s ice cream with you which means more to you than she’ll ever know. You scrub every mention of Nate and the Avalanche from all your social media pages and block the number of every person associated with him and the organization except for Cale. Sweet Cale who checks on you and makes sure you’re okay without ever mentioning Nate or hockey or overwhelming you. You don’t watch hockey, but you know they get knocked out of the playoffs first round, and you know that Nate will be making his way home soon. The thought sickens you, anxiety washes over you at the thought of going grocery shopping and running into the man who had stopped loving you.

You spot his mom in a bookstore of all places, she’s shopping with Nate’s sister, and your fight or flight instinct has you abandoning a cart full of books in favour of sprinting out the exit. You’re pretty sure she spots you, but you can’t face the woman you used to call mom who once told you that she couldn’t wait for it to be official.

It takes a while, but your friends manage to get you to go out with them a few months after your return home. You go on a few dates, but none of them stick until you let a friend set you up with her coworker. His name is Josh and he’s all blonde hair and blue eyes, soft edges and kind eyes, and the opposite of Nate in every way. It’s not fire or passion, and it feels a lot like the comfortable love you had been trying to avoid, but he pays you attention and buys you flowers and it’s nice to feel wanted after the love of your life let you fall off his list of priorities.

You’re sitting on the patio of your favourite restaurant with Josh, a pitcher of your favourite white sangria between the two of you when Nate sees you again. You’re letting some blond douchebag hold your hand and there’s a smile on your face that he hadn’t seen in months, long before you’d left him. It sends a chill through his entire body as he watches you be happy with someone who isn’t him. Cale had said you were doing okay, but Nate didn’t think you were this okay. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go - you should have been walking tucked into his side right now, your right arm around his back and your left hand resting on his chest. You’d still be unused to the giant rock he would have put on your finger, softly smiling every time it caught the light and reflected against the clear stone. But Nate never got the chance and he never would. He’d taken you for granted and now some idiot had his hands all over you. He stands there long enough for you to make eye contact, your smile dimming slightly, but then you blink twice and refocus your attention on your date, pretending like you wouldn’t take it all back if he asked. He thinks about approaching you, calling your name, and begging to make things right. But the thought of being the reason that smile on your face dims is enough to have him shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away from you once again.

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kailyn-writes · 2 years

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Valentine's Day/Birthday Blurbs

I am fully aware that Valentine's day is only a week away and I have like 15 prompts so I will be including my birthday in this. The list below has dialogue prompts that I have compiled from here on Tumblr. There are a mixture of birthday prompts and Valentine's day prompts so just send me a number and a name and I'll whip something up!

"How did you manage to do all of this?" w/ Nathan Mackinnon

"You guys make me sick."

"We get it. you're in love. go make out over there or something..." w/ Mat Barzal

"if you don't hurry up and ask them out, i will." w/ Nathan Mackinnon

"Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Yes. Is it working?

“Have you ever been in love?”

“I’m in love. I’m in love and I hate it.”

“This isn’t how I pictured our first Valentine’s day.”

Happy birthday!" "My birthday was a month ago." "Yikes."

“I’ve got frosting in my hair and I’m having the best time of my life,”

“You’re missing your own party,”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone it was your birthday!?” w/ Nathan Mackinnon

“I hope a cupcake is a replacement for normal cake,”

“I’m sorry if the party didn’t turn out like you wanted it to,”

“You planned this whole party for me?”

“Come on, you get the first swing at the piñata,”

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puckngrind · 3 years

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Leave Her Wild: Chapter 13 - N. MacKinnon

Summary: Nathan and MacKenzie ring in the new year then head to St. Louis before the All-Star festivities

Warnings: swearing, smut, family dynamics, more smut

Word count: 5,012

Series masterlist / Puck ‘n Grind’s masterlist

Home.

“Nate! Uh, Nate, babe? Nathan!” Kenzie almost dropped her phone jogging from Nathan’s room to where he was making coffee. “Did you get named captain for the All-Star game and didn’t tell me?” Kenzie holds up her phone to her man's face.

“Why do you have clothes on?” Nate swings his hips so his length swings like a pendulum over his thighs, holding the coffee pot in hand.

Unfazed by his tempt with fate while pouring coffee in the nude, Kenzie continues, “Did you tell me and I didn’t hear you or did you just not tell me?” She sucks her lip into her teeth while her eyes search his.

"Why do you have clothes on? Well, I'm guessing just my shirt." Nate ignores her line of questioning, gracefully places the pot of coffee down to scoop her up in his arms. Kenzie kicks her legs violently.

"Aaaahhh!! Let me down!" She squeals.

"Answer my question!" Nate nips at the oversized shirt covering her breasts.

"Answer mine first." Kenzie demands as he gently places her back on the ground. He holds her hips under his shirt while she holds his face in her hands.

"I did, Christmas Eve. I may have left out the captain part..." Nate pushes his nose to hers. "Now, why do you have this shirt on? When I left you in bed I was expecting you to still be there when I brought coffee before I wore your thighs as earmuffs again." Nate's chest rumbles.

"Habit from being in at least every natural disaster once, yeah. So, I always have a shirt or robe in reach. Plus, I never know who may be here. Anyway, why did you not tell me they named you captain of your division? Nate, that's a big ass deal." Kenzie kisses his lips.

"It's whatever. I'm more excited about getting to really meet your family." Nate's creep further up Kenzie's waist. "I know the schedule of everyone that has access to my place, so I would never let you be compromised in that way because of my services and job. I know that soun... wait, every natural disaster?" Nate processes her answer with a gulp. His Adam's apple swallowing the information.

“Yup.” Kenzie pulls away making Nate's hands drop as she grabs her cup of coffee and sips.

“Tornado, flood…” Nate places his hand on his head while Kenzie affirms. “Hurricane?”

“Tulane, ‘member?” Kenzie smirked remembering her first hurricane party.

“Earth-fucking-quake?” Nate’s voice echoes off his high ceilings.

“16 years old, staying at my aunt and uncle’s outside of St. Louis. The entire house shook but no damage.” Kenzie’s voice was calm and quiet.

“Holy fuck, Kenz. Is there any more natural disasters? The blood isn’t flowing to my brain right now.” Nate’s hand gestures to his erection.

“How? We are talking about natural disasters and you are hard as a rock?” Kenzie giggles.

“I cannot explain it. I…” Nate abandons words as Kenzie places her coffee cup back down on this almost bare counter. He pulls her to his body.

“Haven’t you had enough of me already?” Kenzie’s fingers run the lines of his chest as Nate pulls her shirt off from behind her head.

“Never, now am I fucking you here or would you like soft surface?” Nate pulls her tighter so her hand is now trapped between their chests.

“Counter works.” Kenzie closes her eyes realizing how quickly she answered. “But I don’t think you can bend me over it. I’m too short.” She bites her free thumb nail.

“Oh, Princess, don’t worry about that.” Nate’s deep voice reverberates through her. She feels herself getting wetter just with the idea of what he could do to her.

“Princess? Really? Are we using new pet names ‘cuz if so, Captain fuck me, please?” Kenzie breathes out knowing if he kept talking she might orgasm just at the thought of him touching her. Nate presses Kenzie into the counter. His hands pull her thighs apart and up. Kenzie’s ass resting on the edge of the counter top. Nate pauses then kisses Kenzie’s lips. She reaches down between them to line up his cock with her entrance and pulls him into her with her legs.

“Fuck Kenz!” Nate growls biting at her lip. He adjusts his hands over her ass and steps back. Kenzie rolling her hips up as she presses harder into him.

“Wait.” Kenzie whips her head back then looks down. “Hot, this. Hot.” She wraps her arms tighter around his neck then lifts up, crashing her lips hard into Nate’s. “Fucking hot my captain.”

“Damnit.” Nate grunts with snap of his hips he released deep into Kenzie clawing at her ass, pulling her further into him. “Oh. Fuck. Kenz.” Nate’s whole body quakes. He swings her body so her back is pressed against the refrigerator door. He rolls himself up into her again.

“Talk to me. I’m so close.” Kenzie takes her finger nails across his back then presses her heals into his lower back feeling her orgasm ready to explode.

“Come on, Love. You feel so fucking good.” Nate kisses her while snapping his hips with focus.

“Yes.” Kenzie screams out, pressing her hands on his shoulders for leverage. “Nate!” She starts to let it go, Nate pinning her tightly to his fridge sucking at her collarbone. “More. Talk.” Kenzie begs.

“You take me so good. So tight for me.” Nate moves to her neck still snapping his hips upward the best he could as Kenzie grinds down. “I love you.” Nate whispers causing Kenzie to release with a scream of his name then a laugh. Nate’s confused eyes meet her blissed out hooded ones. She giggles again sending goosebumps through both of their bodies.

“Care to explain the laugh as you climaxed?” Nate pulls both of their bodies up from leaning into the fridge then slides out of Kenzie but keeps her legs wrapped around him. His grasp unlike the strong yet tender way he normally holds onto her.

“Sorry, actually I’m not really because that orgasm was intense and amazing.” Kenzie kisses his lips. “The laugh was my brain processing.”

“Processing what?” Nate’s voice was low and annoyed.

“Can we continue this grilling in the shower before we have a bigger mess to pick up.” She squeezed her thighs as she eyes the sweat print on the fridge door. Nathan complied only dropping MacKenzie to her feet when they were both under the warm shower spray.

“Okay, I thought what we did was hot and I assumed you agreed until you laughed.” Nate’s soft, insecure voice returned.

“Nate, Baby, it was so hot. Never in my craziest sex dream…” Kenzie caresses his wet skin as she speaks.

“Sex dreams, eh?” Nate smirks. “About who?” The glimmer of mischievousness in his eye made Kenzie laugh again.

“Gabe.” She could hardly get out her answer before Nate had her over his shoulder! “Ah! Nathan Raymond you are going to get hurt. Let. Me. Down!” Kenzie squealed.

“First you laugh at me during sex then you tell me my captain, who is sexy, so I’ll give you that, is in your sex dreams only.” Nate slowly moves her down but holds Kenzie up so her toes are barely touching the shower floor.

“Fine. I only have sex dreams about you… and Ryan Reynolds.” Kenzie bites her cheek.

“Good lie there, and the laughing during sex?” Nate’s eye brows lower then raise as he lets her slide down his wet body.

“I don’t remember exactly what you said but it wasn’t us. I needed you to say…” Kenzie turns to turn off the water then steps out without another word. Nate follows her, grabbing the towel from Kenzie to wrap her up like he always does.

“What did you need me to say to get you to, you know, get there?” Nate lowers his still dripping wet forehead to hers. “Kenz, talk, please?”

“I needed you to… well…” Kenzie looks up at him. All the love and desire for her swirled around his eyes. “I love when you talk to me while we are having sex. It’s sounds stupid, I know but I feel more, I don't know, maybe, connected to you when you do it.” Kenzie inhales sharply.

“But? There is a but, right?” Nate finally grabs his towel to dry off giving Kenzie the space she needed.

“I mean, Nate, I don’t need you to tell me things you think I want to hear. Like I take you so good or whatever shit that isn’t us. I need the man I love to tell me how fucking in love with me he is.” Kenzie pulls her towel covered fist up to attempt to cover her face but Nate’s strong, large hand stops her.

“Say that last part again?” Nate’s smile spreads from ear to ear.

“I need you to tell me how in love with me you are?” Kenzie repeats with a puzzled look.

“Nope, before that.” Nate’s grin was plastered and his hands held Kenzie’s face.

“The man I love? That?” She questions as Nate violently nods. “Nathan, I love you.” Kenzie realized in that moment that she wasn’t sure if she ever just said it. If she ever told Nathan she absolutely was in love with him or if she just skirted around the idea since he proclaimed his love in Chicago. “Maybe I need to tell you I love you more?”

“I’ll never ever get tired of it and I’ll try to just say what I’m feeling when we are being intimate, m’kay? Now, can I get you back in bed and deliver on a promise of wearing your thighs as earmuffs?" She laughed then lead Nate out of the bathroom and in to bed.

For New Years Eve, Kenzie set up a love nest of sorts in her living room with pillows and blankets. When Nate arrived at her door after his game he was in shock to find the transformation.

“At least one of us is romantic.” Nate kissed her lips gently. The weight of the loss apparent in his actions.

“Nate, you are so damn romantic. Please give yourself some credit.” She moved here necklace from side to side then pressed up to kissing him with more intention. “I’d love you even if you didn’t have a single romantic bone in your body.” She whispered as she stripped him down to his undershirt and boxers. Kenzie led him to curl up in her blanket nest. They made out, kissing each other as if Nate had been on a roadie and not in her bed that morning.

“Are we staying here until it’s 2020?” Nate asks as he pretended to watch the television.

“I mean, we don’t have to we can cuddle in bed until we fall asleep.” Kenzie nestles her head under Nate’s chin. She listens to his heart race. “Your heart still beats fast when you think of sex even after almost three months.”

“That sounded like a statement but maybe a question too?” Nate plays with her curls.

“It was a statement. Your heart is racing right now, Baby.” She tilts her head up a little to kiss his jawline. When Kenzie returns her head to his chest she sees sports is being discussed on the news. “Is your bestie coming into town soon?”

“That was a drastic change in topics.” Kenzie points to the tv. “Oh, yeah, no. You mean Sid? Or Tyson?” Nate questions.

“I meant Sidney Crosby… and when you say Tyson, you mean???” Kenzie sits up. Nate made a disappointed noise.

“Sid most likely not traveling with the team so that will have to wait.” Nate states.

“So when I’m in Pittsburgh shall I give him a ring, have lunch?” Kenzie scrunches her nose up.

“No. Well, I don’t fucking know. Damnit, when is this?” Nate stammers.

“Not planned yet but need to head there and maybe Toronto too. Thought I might try to work it around your schedule.” She smirked. “Is Tyson maybe Tyson Barrie? And doesn’t he play for the Leafs currently? Convenient.” Kenzie seems to have taken over the conversation with herself. Nate slides his hands under her shirt then pulls her on top of him.

“First of all, that’s sexy as fuck that you want to work your work schedule around mine. Second of all, can we stop the shop talk ‘cause it’s almost midnight and I would very much like to make you orgasm at least once more in 2019.” Nate makes good on his promises to Kenzie that night and into the morning. He was lucky that the first was an off day because of how late they stayed up.

The first few weeks in January flew by. Before they knew it Nathan and MacKenzie were on a private jet to St. Louis for the All-Star game. Kenzie was questioned by their media team about how much of a spotlight she wanted. Lots of talk about camera editing and having Nate walk the media line alone. All decisions she honestly didn’t know how to answer. Nathan had always told her it was up to her. Part of Kenzie just didn’t care and part felt the spotlight was too much for their, in her eyes, new relationship. She asked for time and while she didn’t think it would come in the two days they were spending with her family, she also didn’t want to give a firm yes or no.

Nathan found Kenzie stewing to herself while she waited for him to return with the rental car key. “My girl okay?” He lifted her chin to look her in the eyes. As she nodded, the insecurity she felt manifested itself in a rouge curl bouncing in her face. “I call bs but I’ll let it slide for now.” Nate snaked his arm around her waist to lead them to the rental. The drive to her parents was almost silent beyond the few directions Kenzie gave. As they pulled into the familiar driveway, Kenzie’s emotions broke through in tears. “MacKenzie, are you crying? Sweetie, why?” Nate rubs her leg.

“Not. You.” She swallowed enough emotion to push out the words.

“Kenz, what is it? Should I drive around the block again? Wanna go find somewhere to park and talk?” He holds her hand and with the other wipes her tears.

“Too late.” She sniffled trying convince herself to stop. She looked up to see her dad leaning in the doorway.

“How did ya? Wow. I hate that you are crying and I have no idea what to do to help you.” Nate leans over to kiss her now tear stained cheek.

“Don’t worry, they won’t think it’s you. Plus I think Dad is just home.” Kenzie unbuckles as Nate pops out, jogs around to open her door. His hand is already cold as she puts hers in his. “St. Louis cold hits different, doesn’t it?” She smiles up at Nate.

“Wait until I take you to my home land!” Nate winked then releases her hand to grab the small bags for this first part of their trip.

“There’s my girl!” Oliver’s voice booms as always even when Kenzie and Nate have closed the distance. Kenzie drops Nate’s hand to hug her dad.

“You remember, Nate, right?” Kenzie gestures towards the oddly confident looking man. The two shake hands before Oliver invites them in. He shows Nate to his guest room while Kenzie open and closes her bedroom door quickly to toss her bag in.

“Oh, is that like a time capsule of Kenzie Lou?” Nate sing songs behind her. Kenzie’s dad already gone downstairs.

“My middle name isn’t Lou you know?” Kenzie deflects.

“But Remy calls you that?” Nate’s brow furrows.

“He told me I needed a proper Southern name and Lou just got added organically.” Kenzie shrugs her shoulders as Nate dips down to kiss her lips but tries to open the door behind her. “Sneaky but no.”

“Nathan, son, how about we come talk and let MacKenzie freshen up before supper?” Oliver’s voice came barreling up from the base of the stairs.

“Did he hear us kiss?” Nate mouths making Kenzie snicker softly. “Yes, Sir. Coming right down.”

Kenzie slowly walked down the steps hearing Nate and her father talking in the family room. She stops in the spot she always did to ease drop as a teen.

“Our Kenzie girl is something special but I think you already know that don’t you?” Oliver questions. Kenzie wishing she could see his face.

“Of course, but I don’t know, Sir, any advice?” Nate’s voice she knew. The soft, emotional side of Nate was speaking openly to her father.

“Advice?” Oliver chuckles. “I'll be honest with you. MacKenzie doesn't need me to tell you how to treat her." Oliver cleared his throat. "But, young man, don’t try to put her in a box or make her something she’s not. She needs to be left wild.”

“Wild?” Nate questioned.

“Yes, my daughter is phenomenal.” Oliver starts.

“I know this.” Nate agrees.

“But, don’t try to tame her. Don’t expect her to fit that mold your business has set for the women involved with players. That’s not her and I don’t imagine it will ever be her.” Oliver’s words swirled in Kenzie’s brain. She could hear a shuffle and wished the picture frame still had glass in it so she could see.

“Mr. Blackwood, sir, I'm going to be bold here. Kenzie, well sir, she’s the love of my life. I fell in love with the wild, as you say. Kenzie is unpredictable but in a good way. I love the always adventurous, sweet, kind, and funny women she is. If she let’s me, I think I’ll eventually be here asking you a different question.” Kenzie gulped knowing exactly what he was implying as she hears her father laugh lightly.

“Well, when that time comes. We can talk with her mother too.” Oliver states. “Speaking of, she should be back shortly.”

“Maybe I’ll see if Kenzie wants to take a run before she returns then.” Nate replies. “I’ll go find her.” Kenzie quickly runs to the stairs pretending to come down, turning to see Nathan's face.

"Hey!" She bounces off the last step to stand in front of him. Nate looks behind him then back to Kenzie.

"Soooo..." He points back and forth. "Wanna take a run before your mom gets home?" Nate narrows his eyes at her.

"Yeah, sure! That sounds good." Kenzie leans up to give Nate a peck before running up to get redressed for a run. They headed out to Kenzie's familiar path. She ran it so many times she could make turns with her eyes closed.

"Kenz, were you ease dropping?" Nate finally blurted out.

"When? Huh?" Kenzie slows her stride to run in step with Nate.

"When I was talking to your dad, did you hear anything?" Nate huffs out.

"Oh, no. I mean I heard your voices but not what you were two were saying." Kenzie stops in her tracks. Not by her white lie but the car at the intersection.

"Um? Kenz, I have no idea were we are so..." Nate states about her no longer leading but turns around to see her standing still. "MacKenzie?" Nate walks back to her. He follows here eye line. "Do we know the owner of the red SUV turning?" Nate questions.

"That would be my future sister-in-law, Cameron's fiancée." Kenzie waves as the car passes.

"Do we not like her, because I thought..." Nate starts to chase Kenzie around the corner.

"Aaliyah is great. Seriously. I enjoy her and she's good for Cam." Kenzie breathes out.

"Okay, so why that reaction?" Nate reaches out to grab Kenzie's hand and spin her around.

"She's perfect. As in everything my mom wanted for me, Aaliyah fits. You will see..." Kenzie bounces on her toes. "Speaking of, we need to cut this run short because I need to look presentable for dinner." Kenzie presses upwards to kiss Nate's rosy cheek.

"Shorter? You mean we were going to run you longer loop? Fuck." Nate groans as Kenzie laughs.

Back at the Blackwood home, Nate was leaning against the wall when Kenzie emerged from the bathroom. "Well, Love." Nate eyes her.

"Shut up." Kenzie pats him on the chest.

"Uh... uh... noted." Nate wraps his arms around her. "I love you." He whispers before kissing her lipstick stained lips.

"You might change your mind after dinner." She swipes the lipstick off his lips. "I love you too, by the way." She winks at him before leading Nate down the stairs.

Dinner was exactly how Kenzie expected. Her mom, Evelynn, questioning Nathan about everything under the sun and talking about how amazing Aaliyah has been. Kenzie stabbed a pea that went flying hitting Cam square in the forehead. This of course made Nate, Cam, and Oliver laugh hysterically.

"Hopefully that's not me in the skills comp." Nate chuckles.

"What are you competing in?" Cam pipes up.

"Fastest skater, and yeah... I know I'm not winning but I'll be shooting for the goalies comp too." Nate answers then lowers his head.

"I heard the Tkachuk boys are doing the new competition." Oliver adds as Kenzie's hand finds Nate's thigh to squeeze it.

"Yes, Sir. I believe both Matt and Brady are." Nate answers grabbing his wine glass to finish it off. Luckily for Kenzie, Cam was asked about graduation and wedding plans which took the spotlight off Kenzie and Nate. After dinner, Kenzie and Nate cuddled up on the couch watching tv until her parents announced they were ready for bed. Her parents watched as Nathan closed his guest room door first and Kenzie her door before they retired to their master suite. Kenzie laid in bed long after she was sure her parents were asleep. She grabbed her phone to text Nathan.

Kenzie: You awake?

Nate: Yup. You?

Kenzie: Funny. Get you ass over here. Don't step on the third plank outside of your door.

Nate: Why?

Kenzie: Just get over here!

Nate: Coming.

She opens her door, leans out to see Nate counting. She holds in her laughter as he looks over at her. Kenzie holds up a three to remind him. Nate steps over more than the third plank as he entered the hall and toed his way to her door. Kenzie pulls Nate into her room quickly. Shutting her door slowly then pressing herself into him. Reaching up to grab at his neck.

"Why couldn't I step on the third plank?" Nate breaks away from their kiss.

"Every single time Cam would sneak in late he would get caught. I figured out quickly that some how that plank made a creak at my parent's door. So when you return later, don't step on it. M'kay?" Kenzie pulls Nate to the bed.

"Am I allowed to look at the walls?" Nate starts trying to see in the moon's light.

"No, just fuck me." Kenzie bluntly whispers.

"Excuse me?" Nate's mouth drops open.

"I want you to make my toes curl into mattress as I hold in my screams." Kenzie hisses into his ear.

"Kenzie!" Nate looks at her. "Are you for real? Your parents are just down the hall. Don't get me wrong, so many fantasies about this exact scenario but I was planning on not getting out of bed with you tomorrow after we checked in to our hotel suite."

"Yeah, they have a sound machine on I bought them after they took a trip to Denver plus a humidifier and diffuser. I'm telling you as long as you are quite, you can fulfill at least that fantasy of having sex in my childhood bedroom. Now, get naked please and thank you." Kenzie pulls as his shirt while Nate jumps into action. The two find themselves naked under her comforter. Nate's hands roaming all over her skin. Kenzie wraps her legs around his thighs. "Nate, it's okay. We can be quiet. Please." She reassures him feeling his apprehension. Slowly he dips fulling into Kenzie. She gasps looking up at Nate. The moon light peeking though the blinds highlighting his face. He just stays there. His hand coming up to swipe the curls off her face then he kisses her lips passionately while he snaps his hips up and back. Kenzie bites his lip out of pleasure. He keeps it up until Kenzie moves her hand to her mouth feeling her orgasm coming. Nate bites her shoulder while both their bodies quake. Nate holds there before kissing her shoulder and moving up her neck then to her lips.

"Kenz." He whispered.

"Yeah, I know." She whispers back. He moves to spoon her in the still of the night.

"So are we gonna talk about the hardware in your room, or..." Nate breaks the silence after a few moments.

"Not tonight, Babe." Kenzie flatly replies.

"Sure. And how long can I stay?" Nate kisses the shell of her ear.

"Dad will be up at 4:45 so before then." Kenzie looks at her analog clock across the room seeing that it was now a little after midnight. "Stay until one then head over." She shifts to snuggle into him as he combed his fingers through her hair.

The next day, the couple had breakfast with her parents before doing some sight seeing in her hometown. This included a stop at her dad's rink. Nate and Kenzie skated around a few laps. Nate commenting on several occasions how it's about the only place he could out run her. Kenzie saw her dad watch them twirl and race around the ice. They eventually made it downtown to check in to the hotel for the All-Star festivities.

"Kenz, our media team needs an answer about how much you want to be involved." Nate looks up from his phone as Kenzie types away on her laptop working.

"What do you want me to do?" Kenzie answers him looking up momentarily.

"I want you to be by my side for everything you can but I get if that's not your comfort level yet." He crossed the room and lands on the bed next to her. "This reminds me of Washington." She looks at him.

"Except you are gonna get lucky when I'm done working." Kenzie rubs his thigh. "And I'll be by your side for all the things. Just maybe not in the WAG jacket thing I know if in your bag for me." Kenzie types away not looking at him.

"How did you... okay, so yeah, the girls got you a jacket and I told Gabe I would bring it." Nate flips around and Kenzie closes her laptop. "Top secret work there?" She kisses him.

"Just done." Kenzie places her computer on the night stand then turns back to run her hands over Nate's bare chest. A noise comes out from her throat.

"That wasn't a please fuck me sound, was it?" Nate's fingers run down her jawline.

"Good call." She answered wincing.

"Whatcha worried about Kenz?" Nate places two fingers under her chin to force her to look up at him.

"I'm worried about so much if I am going to be honest but the current issue pushing it's ugly self to the fore front is if I'm good enough to be on your arm for all the press pictures." Kenzie swallows her emotion. Nate kisses her cheek softly. "It's not the press that I'm worried about."

"Well nothing else matters but you and me Sweetheart." Nate's voice was soft and sweet. "Nothing, I love you and want you to experience all this with me. This is my fourth appearance and the first with someone by my side."

"That doesn't add any more pressure or anything." Kenzie groans.

"Shit, that's not what I meant. I mean, I want to experience this with you. Normally it's just me hanging out with the guys that I'm normally playing against but this year I have a C and my girl... It's somethin' special." Nate sits up pulling Kenzie easily to his lap. "Look, we are going to have fun doing this in your hometown then we will head home for a day to repack, you can do your office check or whatnot, and then off on our first vacation together."

"Yeah. Sounds nice." Kenzie looks over at her phone lighting up.

"And you are actually taking vacation next week, right?" Nate nips at her ear. "Take that and then it's my time." Nate presses her into his growing member.

"I can let it go to voicemail." Kenzie shifts to sit on his thigh. "Yeah, I need some captain MacKinnon." Her response made Nate growl pulling her hips towards him.

"That's what I like to hear." Nate kisses her neck.

"Oh, Nate." Kenzie moans out.

"Oh, I like that better... much better." Nate continues. "Let 'em all here ya."

"Don't ruin my orgasm." Kenzie muttered, sliding back and forth on his thick thigh. "Oh, fuck." Kenzie bucks her hips into his thigh feeling her orgasm crash over her.

"That's my girl." Nate encourages her keeping his hands tight on her hips. "Now can I show you how fucking much I love you being here?" Nate asks.

"Yes, please. We can be tired tomorrow, right?" Kenzie crosses her arms to pull her shirt off.

"Um, it's the All-Star weekend... I don't have to have sleep. Plus tomorrow is just lunch and press." Nate slides his hands in her soaked shorts.

"So I get to hear them call you Captain over and over?" Kenzie bites her lips.

"Wanna prep me for that now Baby?" Nate's voice was low.

"Okay, so Captain, how do you feel about a repeat of the standing kitchen performance?" Kenzie giggles as Nate starts to move.

"Oh, very doable. Fuck yeah, doable!" Nate attaches Kenzie to his body as he stands. "Yeah, I'm gonna like this All-Star break." He smiled then started kissing his girl with all the emotion he could.

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Turn The Lights Off, Carry Me Home with Nathan MacKinnon (feat. Erik Johnson) - part two of Feelings and the Final

a/n: I mean, was there really another gif I could use? 😂 congrats to the Colorado Avalanche! hope you guys enjoy this one. the part about Gabe is completely true and comes from the most recent episode of Spittin Chiclets where they interview EJ lol. obviously for legal reasons the part about Nate and EJ is fiction lmao!

warnings: swearing, alcohol, nudity, allusions to / jokes about smut but nothing graphic

word count: ~1,200

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Nate was crying again. Tears of joy again, for which you were grateful. You couldn’t imagine the alternative… except, after last season, you supposed that you nearly could.

But this year, he had done it. The man who had disgustedly announced that he “hadn’t won shit” after last season’s crushing end, had now, indeed, won shit.

Your husband had won the damn Stanley Cup.

And here the two of you stood at center ice at Amalie, his frame towering over yours in his skates as he held you with every ounce of strength he had, sniffling as tears tracked down his face. His cheek rested against the top of your head, and you couldn’t even muster up a joke about his sweaty beard mussing your hair because of the desperation you felt radiating from him.

In the moments where he felt his world was crumbling around him, when he felt himself buckling under the weight of infinite expectations, none heavier than his own – Nate needed you in those moments. He needed you to be his anchor, to hold him together when he knew he could fall apart at any second.

And in the moments where he felt so light and buoyant and joyful that he was afraid he may just float away – he needed you in those moments, too. Like this one, right here. He needed you to ground him even in victory, even in his relief. Having you in his arms was his only clue that this was, indeed, real life.

He eventually drew a deep breath and stood up straight, settling his eyes on you. He shook his head in silence, still trying to find a grip on this reality.

As you pressed your hands to his cheeks, you only wanted to know one thing.

“Was it worth it?”

As a smile slowly turned up the corners of Nate’s mouth, you knew he knew exactly what you meant.

Was it worth it? Waking up at 4 a.m. as a kid to travel two, three, or more towns over to practice on free ice. Moving away from home at 15. Not attending university like the rest of the guys he’d grown up with and feeling like he was missing out. Was it worth it? Rarely getting to travel home to see his family during the season for more than 24 hours, if that. Birthdays and anniversaries and weddings that absolutely broke his heart to miss. Having to leave you at home for long road trips. The injuries and heartbreak and doubts and sweat and blood and tears. Was it worth it?

Nate nodded, then kissed your forehead.

“It was,” he assured, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Thank you for believing in me.”

You wrapped your arms around his sturdy waist and leaned against his chest.

“Until the world stops, baby.”

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You’d stumbled into your room, a handsy Nate pressed against your back, no earlier than 7:30 the next morning after a good 10 or so hours of partying with the team and their families. He’d barely let you tap your key card to open the door, in favor of mouthing hungrily at your neck and jawline as you fumbled with the door handle, giggling all the while. Eventually, somehow, the lock had clicked open, and before you knew it, Nate had ushered you inside and pushed you against the closet door, his lips on yours as he pushed the beer-and-champagne-soaked denim “29” jacket from your shoulders and tore the maroon silk camisole from your skin.

No, he literally tore the seam.

You scoffed and playfully smacked his shoulder. “Nathan!” you gaped accusingly, but he could see the mischievous glimmer in your eyes.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he muttered before hoisting you upward, your legs automatically wrapping around his hips. He took a few long stride with you koala’d around him, dropped you onto the mattress, and took his fill of you until neither one could keep your eyes open for another second, drifting into a glorious, blissful haze.

You’d assumed you’d been asleep for hours when you heard a knock at the door. You blinked bleary eyes to peer at the alarm clock on the bedside table: 9:16.

You groaned and flopped back onto your pillows, knowing you’d put the privacy card outside your door for the entire stay. Whoever it was would have to wait. You burrowed back under the covers and pressed yourself into a still-sleeping Nate’s chest. For a few more seconds. Until the knock came again. Louder this time. You let out a growl, which finally stirred Nate.

“What’s happening?” he moaned, voice hoarse.

“Nate,” came the voice from the other side of the door.

“EJ, I swear to god, I’m gonna murder you,” Nate called back, pulling an extra pillow over his face. “Go away. Go to bed.”

“Why? Are you guys having sexual intercourse?”

“Erik!” “EJ!” You and Nate both sat up in bed as you shouted your warnings.

“I won’t look, just open the door,” Erik promised. “Trust me.”

Nate rolled his eyes, pulled the covers up to shield your bare chest, threw on a robe from the closet, and opened the door… to find Erik Johnson butt-ass naked with the Cup in his hands, covering his… manhood. An enormous, toothless grin on his face as he peered into the room over Nathan’s shoulder.

“First of all, you said you weren’t gonna look,” Nate pointed out, rubbing his forehead. “Second… what the fuck are you doing?”

EJ pushed his way past Nate and let himself into the room, placing the Cup on the TV stand.

“First of all,” EJ mocked, gesturing to where you lay in bed, “she’s all covered. Unfortunately.” That last addition earned him a backhanded smack to the chest from your husband. “Oww! Jesus. And second, this is how Gabe delivered the Cup to me this morning, so I wanted to keep the tradition going,” he shrugged. “She’s all yours!” he exclaimed, squeezing Nate’s shoulder as he headed for the door, pausing at the closet. He turned to you.

“Can I borrow your robe?” he asked, glancing at the garment.

You sighed then made a sweeping gesture with your arm.

“Have at it,” you said dryly.

EJ nodded enthusiastically, taking the robe from the hanger and wrapping it around himself.

“Thanks,” he said simply. “Okay, I’ll leave you three alone. See you later. Love you.”

With a loud kiss to Nate’s cheek and one last grin your way, he was off, the door shutting itself behind him. Nate simply looked at you and shook his head, laughing quietly.

“What a fucking nut job,” he giggled, then glanced at the Cup. “But this is pretty sweet though, right?”

You nodded, then gestured for him to bring the trophy closer. “Might as well make the most of it,” you said. “C’mon, let’s take some naked, messy bed selfies to embarrass our kids with someday.”

Nate beamed, shedding the robe. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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hockeyboysiguess · 3 years

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three french horns -> three goal horns | n. mackinnon

a/n: and like clockwork, here is fic number three in my 12 days of christmas series! i wrote this one a while ago and i hurt myself re-reading it to proof it, so i hope you all like it! rest of the christmas series linked here.

word count: 4,037

warnings: alcohol, drinking

“Hey, Nate?” you called out from the living room when you heard the back door open, signaling his reappearance in the house after letting the dogs outside.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked as he stomped his boots on the mat, shaking the last bit of the early Denver snow off.

You asked the question you’d been asking him since two weeks after his birthday, the same question you’d been asking a variation of for the three months before his birthday. “Nate, what do you want for Christmas?”

The sound that left Nate’s mouth was barely human, a groan coming from deep within, from the place that never knew what he wanted for any major gift giving holiday of any kind. You tried to be original, get sentimental things, but it was hard to buy for someone who could literally buy anything they ever wanted. Nate didn’t have big, expensive wishes, so if he wanted something, he often just bought it on the spot and you were none-the-wiser until it showed up at his house. This penchant, this bad habit, carried throughout the holiday season; it was a perpetual state of being for Nathan MacKinnon. This meant that items Nate ordered for himself were as likely to show up December 24th as any other day of the year, which was eternally infuriating as a person in his life trying to buy him gifts on the semi-regular basis.

“I don’t know,” he answered you, like he did every other time. “I’ll like it because it’s from you.”

That response was sweet the first, second, and half-sweet the third time he’d used it on you. Now, that response was worn out like an old pair of jeans, with holes in the thighs and the knees hanging together by a thread, absolutely unusable at this point in time really. Yet Nate continued to say it, like that string of seven words didn’t light a fire in your stomach completely unlike the kind crackling under the stockings on the mantle right now.

“Nate,” you groaned, all too similarly to how he had when you asked your question. Spend enough time with a person and you pick up their habits. You and Nate were a completely unoriginal example of that. “You know I hate when you say that.”

Nate rolled his eyes and shrugged, “Well, I don’t really know. A hat trick? But you can’t get me that, I’ve got to get that for me.”

The infamous illusive hat trick. While it wasn’t those dreaded seven words, you were pretty sure you had heard about this hat trick that was alluding him every other day at this point. In all fairness to Nate, the amount of times he had scored twice in the first two periods of a game this season and been held off the scoreboard in the second was absurd. Commentators were joking about it, his teammates were chirping him over not one, not two, but three missed empty netters that would’ve sealed it, even though Nate liked to say those didn’t really count as hat tricks. Greater than all of that, Nate was starting to incredibly frustrated with himself and his performances. You knew Nate was a competitive guy before you even went on your first date with him, but his competitiveness ran deep and honestly you weren’t sure your relationship would work if you were even an ounce more competitive than you were. Nate had to win, he had to achieve his goals. This goal was quite simply just three goals, but it continued to be just out of reach this season and coming up on the holiday season, pushing the halfway mark, Nate was starting to think it might not happen this year.

“You’ll get one, Nate,” you sighed. “You’re so close and you’re too good not to get whatever you put your mind to.”

“I got a good feeling about the game tomorrow,” he replied, sliding up next to you on the couch to throw a Christmas sweater-covered arm around your shoulders. “My good luck charm is going to be there, right?”

Nate wasn’t superstitious in the slightest, but he said he always scored more whenever you came. Statistically, a complete lie, but it made you feel special all the same. He kissed your temple softly as he relaxed into the couch cushions next to you.

“So, what are we watching? Classic or trashy Christmas?”

That question itself somehow encapsulated every single reason you loved Nathan MacKinnon, despite his pension for buying his own Christmas presents, his overly competitive nature, and the difficulty that came with trying to buy him a present. Nate didn’t love Christmas movies; he wasn’t a hater like some people you’d dated before, but you adored them, both classic and trashy alike. Nate jumped on board with whatever you liked, no questions asked. He always said you didn’t sign up to date all of his teammates that walked through the door scrounging for homemade food or the long hours alone, the least he could do was be as supportive of the things you liked as you were about hockey for him. Nate’s support came in casual, steady waves of constantly and consistently showing up, no matter how tired he was, no matter how long the day before had been. He might fall asleep twenty minutes into the movie, but Nate was here and active and present for as long as he could stay awake. He’d cross deserts and move mountains for an hour with you, and some days that’s what it took, but Nate showed up and jumped on board, which made him the easiest person in the world to love in spite of everything else. It made him the only person you wanted to spend this Christmas and every other one in the future with.

The next day, with his last name on your back and a Santa hat on your head, you found yourself in a position that felt all too familiar this season. You were watching the ice with eager eyes among the other wives and girlfriends. Your breath caught in your throat halfway through the first when you saw two seconds after him that there was nothing between Nate and the net but open ice and a goaltender. You slowly stood up, leaning forward as if those all important inches would help you see the ice better. You didn’t miss the puck sailing over the blocker’s side of the goaltender, or the eruption of cheers from everyone around you as the goal horn rang out, hopefully the first of three for Nate this evening. Mel hugged you, as if you had anything to do with Nate scoring. You adjusted your hat, pulling at the fluffy white edge until it sat a little less haphazardly on your head as you cheered.

“Two more, right?” Mel waggled her eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes.

“For my sake, I hope so,” you laughed.

Going into Christmas break without this elusive hat trick meant the next four days would be spent with Nate’s mind half at the rink, trying to scheme and plan and game his way into a hat trick, as if the part he was missing was anything other than luck. Maybe he didn’t need regular luck though, maybe just a little bit of Christmas would do the trick tonight. Your third beer in, a vain attempt to calm your nerves with alcohol, and five minutes into the second, on the power play, you watched as Nate easily sailed in his second goal of the game from the high slot, causing the ever familiar cheers and the ringing of the Avalanche goal horn to sound out across the arena.

Two down, and hopefully one to go.

“Hatty watch,” one of the other girls sang out from behind you, giving your shoulders a squeeze.

You let out a loud, long breath, causing a wave of laughter to ripple across the other women around you. Mel teased you about it; they all did. Nate’s quest was well known among the group, something they were equally supportive and teasing about.

“He’ll get one,” Mel assured you with a comforting pat to your leg. “He’s too good not to.”

You really thought he had it. You watched as Mikko and Nate peeled off from the defenders caught on an odd change, leading to a two-on-one with a lone opposing forward doing his best, but poor, impersonation of a defensemen. Mikko passed the puck to Nate, which Nate passed back easily and set himself up for the perfect slap shot on the return. The quick passing had sent the other team’s player sprawling over the ice. It was just Nate and the goaltender, who was frantically shifting his eyes from Mikko to Nate, tilting back and forth on the ice. Mikko’s pass was perfect, right on the middle of Nate’s tape and Nate was ready for the pass. It was tracking high glove side, exactly where Nate wanted it to go, right into the back of the net. The goalie was facing Mikko, two key seconds behind the actual action. Except out of nowhere, the Grinch stole Christmas and Nate’s hat trick when the goalie’s glove suddenly appeared in the path the puck was taking and wrapped around the puck, just on the wrong side of the goal line for Nate.

The referee blew the whistle and signaled no goal. Nate’s hands dropped down, stick hanging low. His head tilted up toward the ceiling of the arena and you could practically hear the groan rise from deep in his chest. It was absolute robbery at its finest and the entire arena knew luck wasn’t on Nate’s side that night. You slumped down into your seat, preparing yourself for yet another two goal game and a frustrated Nate waiting for you in the tunnel when it was over. There were another twenty minutes left in the game, but if the first half of the season had taught you anything, third periods weren’t where Nate racked up anything other than wins and assists, both of which he loved, but he just wanted a third goal, just once. Mikko and Gabe each having one already this season, all six goals involving Nate as either the primary or secondary assist, didn’t help either.

“I think you need to pray or something,” Mel told you with a laugh. “Pray to anything and anyone out there at this point.”

You cleared your throat and looked up at the ceiling of the Pepsi arena, “Santa, I know this isn’t how you take requests,” Mel and the girls around you were already laughing, “but please, pretty freaking please, can we just get some Christmas miracle magic vibes in here? It’s all he wants for Christmas. Please and thank you and I hope you have a Merry Christmas.”

“Are you supposed to say amen if you pray to Santa?” someone behind you asked.

“Look I’m not opposed to it,” you sighed. “It just didn’t feel like the right ending when I was asking for a Christmas miracle.”

The girls all laughed and you just stared up at the ceiling. Maybe Santa might grant your unorthodox request delivered via an even more unorthodox method. Maybe you should’ve written him a letter and dropped it into one of those charity red mailboxes at Macy’s. Maybe Nate just wouldn’t be getting the one thing he wanted for Christmas and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. You knew he was joking when he asked for a hat trick for Christmas, but joking or not, it was the only thing he even sort of mentioned wanting. If sending out a Christmas wish audibly in the middle of the Pepsi arena was what it took, you were more than happy to do it.

You grabbed your fourth and fifth beer together during the intermission, knowing full and well that you didn’t want to miss a second of one of Nate’s shifts in case something good happened. If after all of this time, all of this waiting, all of Nate’s back and forth debating, if you missed his hat trick goal because you were grabbing another beer, you would have to guess that higher powers didn’t exist and the hockey gods loved laughing at you and maybe Christmas wasn’t that magical after all.

The third period was half over when you finished your fourth beer. Your right leg had been bouncing on the concrete since the period started. Nate was getting some good looks, and added another assist to his point tally for the night, but you and everyone knew what he actually wanted tonight. A slashing call with eight minutes to go put the Avalanche back on the power play, and you knew Nate was going to fight to play every bit of those two minutes he could get, which meant you were about to be in for a mentally exhausting two minutes. Mel offered her hand to you, already knowing you would need her to ground you through this.

The first shot on the power play from Mikko ended up in the opposing goaltender’s glove. Nate lined up for the next face-off and you swore you didn’t breathe as soon as the puck left the referee's hand. Nate swept it back easily to a waiting Gabe. You gripped Mel’s hand hard, grateful you both did this for each other often enough that she didn’t mind. Nate slid up through the low slot and you saw the stars aligning as Gabe sent the puck perfectly in Nate’s direction. Nate was already ready for it when it came, the puck on his stick for less than a second. Your eyes went wide and you felt like you were about to break Mel’s hand as the goaltender shrugged his shoulder up to block Nate’s shot, but he came up short and the puck hit the back of the net.

You were screaming as you jumped to your feet, arms wrapping tightly around Mel as someone else hugged you from behind, again like you’d done anything other than practically give yourself a heart attack watching it. Nate was surrounded by his teammates on the ice, earning a swift pat on the top of the head from Gabe. A glance up at the Jumbotron showed you the wide, bright smile on his face, filling with relief and absolute joy. Mel grabbed your hat by the pom pom and chucked it down towards the ice, making you laugh and a smile that rivaled Nate’s come across your face.

“Finally,” you breathed out a sigh of relief as the arena calmed itself, calming you with it.

You plopped back down into your seat, hatless with half a beer and your pride in Nate left to coast you through the next ten minutes. You knew Nate was going to be in a good mood, and you just wanted to get through the next ten minutes of the game to get to him and congratulate him yourself. The score was heavy in favor of the Avs and they weren’t in any danger of losing this game, so you got to drink your beer and let out a long breath you’d been holding since Nate first came home after back to back two goal games in October without a hat trick in sight.

You were practically bouncing on your heels as you waited in the tunnel for him, fingers fussing with the frayed edge of your denim jacket to get out some of your anxious energy. The second he rounded the corner, a wide, gorgeous smile on his face, you ran toward him. Nate wasn’t the type for large public displays of affection, but satisfaction from your incredibly competitive boyfriend was a hell of an influencer and he opened his arms wide for you. You jumped into him and he stumbled a second before catching you easily, one hand guiding your legs around his waist, the other supporting the back of your thighs.

“Congratulations,” you mumbled in his ear as he laughed at your openly shared excitement for him.

“Thanks, baby,” he told you, the smile he was wearing evident in his voice.

“Proud of you always,” you reminded him as you untucked your head from his neck.

You said it after every single game, win or lose, five points or no points, goal or no goal, you told Nate you were proud of him after every single game. The stats sheet didn’t matter to you. You loved him and you saw the grueling work he put in every single day, every single second he was on the ice. You were proud of him no matter what, and it was one of the thousands of reasons he had come to love you for. Your support, your pride in him and the work he put in never wavered. It was steadfast, something hard to come by in a life as crazy as he lived. You were his rock, his home, and he felt it like the gradual, comforting warmth from sitting by the fire on Christmas Eve, when the world seemed a little more good than it actually was, when you told him you were proud of him.

Nate smiled as he pressed a soft, quick kiss to your lips before gently guiding your feet back to the ground. He pulled you in tighter, collapsing you into him as he let out a long breath that had been holding his tension for months, caught in the hollows of his chest, finally working its way out into the open air. It had been haunting him, like a ghastly Halloween hangover that dared to last until Christmas. Thankfully, it was December now and Nate felt lighter and freer than he had in months.

“You got what you wanted for Christmas,” you mumbled into his chest, causing his chest to vibrate with laughter.

“Guess I sort of did, yeah.” He kissed the top of your head softly. “Ready to go home?”

“Ready for four days of you and me time?” you teased him a little.

Despite your teasing, his response was entirely genuine, “Been looking forward to it for weeks now.”

Your smile in response to his words stuck with you the entire way home. Nate loved you in actions, but sometimes it was nice to hear words from him as well. You kicked off your shoes at the front door, just in the knick of time before the dogs could come and greet you both.

“Want me to crack a bottle of wine or champagne?” you asked Nate as he dropped his bag by the front door.

“Champagne,” he told you before dropping a kiss to your temple. “We’re celebrating tonight.”

You slid into the kitchen, dogs hot on your heels, as you made a beeline for the champagne in the fridge. You’d slid it in before you left for the game on the chance Nate finally got his hat trick tonight. You hadn’t wanted to drink warm champagne if that was the case and now, holding the cold bottle of champagne and two flutes, you knew you had made the right decision betting on your boyfriend tonight. He rounded the corner into the kitchen a few moments later, game day suit still on, jacket and tie lost back in your shared bedroom.

“Glad you got yourself what you wanted for Christmas, Nate,” you smiled teasingly at him as you started to fuss with the gold foil over the champagne cork.

“Before you pop that,” he told you, reaching a hand out to place over yours as you worked on the foil covering the cork, “I, um, I have something for you.”

“Nate, it’s December twenty-third,” you sighed, setting the bottle down on the cool stone counter. “Can’t it wait a couple of days?”

Nate smiled softly at you, a smile that seemed to mean he knew more than you in this exact moment, “I’ve actually been holding on to this gift for a long time and I think tonight is the perfect night to give it to you. Are you okay if I blow up Christmas a little bit?”

You sighed again and gave Nate a stern look up and down, but the softness in his blue eyes and the innocence in his lazy smile pulled you in and had you nodding in approval. Your nod caused nerves to dance in Nate’s eyes and his hands to slide into his pockets, fidgeting with their contents. He shifted softly from one foot to the other. His eyes dropped to the floor for a moment to watch his feet move before he slowly lifted his head back up in time with a bounce on his heels.

“Okay, here we go,” he mumbled softly to himself.

He cleared his throat before speaking, “I told you I don’t know what I want for Christmas. Hell, I told you that I didn’t know what I wanted for my birthday and that was back in September. The truth is I’ve known what I’ve actually wanted the whole time. The hat trick was nice and all, but it wasn’t really what I wanted.”

“Whatever it is, you could’ve told me,” you chided him a little.

Your words were met with an anxious smile and more shuffling of his feet across the floor. He shook his head softly and let out a tight breath before continuing.

“The only thing I want for Christmas is something you can give me, but you can get it for me,” he told you softly, his voice shaking as he spoke, the nerves in his eyes and his feet and his hands tightening and constricting his voice resonating in his chest.

Nate slowly pulled a hand out of his pocket before purposefully, and painstakingly slowly, dropping down on one knee in front of you. Your hands flew over your mouth on instinct and your eyes clouded over instantly. Nate smiled softly at your reaction, trying desperately not to let what he hoped your actions meant take over and make him too hopeful of your answer to his question to prevent him from asking it. He carefully opened the small black box in his hand to show you your early Christmas present, a beautiful ring nestled among the black velvet inside.

“For Christmas, I’d like for you to say you’ll be my wife,” he continued slowly and as steadily as he could. “The thing I’m most proud of, of everything I’ve ever done, is being your partner. I love you so much more than I say, but I hope I show it enough that you want to sign up for me forever because it’s just you. It’s just you forever, for every single day, every single holiday, every single moment. I want to spend every single Christmas for the rest of my life with you. So, what do you say? Will you be my wife? Will you make my Christmas wish come true?”

The cliches hung thick in his words, but the emotions behind them, the sentiment was so true you could feel it in the very core of who you were. Nathan MacKinnon saw you, faults and gifts and everything in between and loved you in the steadiest, most true way you had ever known. In the light of the Christmas tree, in the home you built together, with the life you build together palatable around you, Nate was asking you to build the rest of it together. You didn’t have to think about your answer.

“Yes, Nate. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Nerves gave way to relief which even more quickly gave way to joy on Nate’s face as he slowly slid the ring he’d had tucked in the back drawer for months onto your finger where it belonged. Nate let out a long breath at the sight of it finally on your hand before slowly standing up in front of you, his hands reaching out to cup your face gingerly.

“Best early Christmas present ever,” you told him with a wide smile on your face.

He smiled back just as widely and happily as you grinned at him, “Merry Christmas, my future wife.”

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provokedgoalie · 2 years

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drowning | nathan m.

I was listening to Taylor Grey – Poison. I also wanted to write asshole!Nate ꈍᴗꈍ (reader & nate have a toxic relationship, but reader is still with him.)

• bold sentences are from this post.

*update 10/08/22: listened to this playlist while finishing this fic up*

Moments like this made you forget your relationship was unstable— his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as you leaned your head back against his shoulder, laughing at what your friends were saying over cups of cheap beer; it almost made the things that were said and done swept under the rug.

Almost.

“Everyone told me you were going to break my heart. I should’ve listened to them.” You hurled the words at him, like the picture frame that was now broken at his feet.

He took a step towards you, palms up, coaxing you into his arms— like so many times he's done when a fight occured.

This time you wouldn't give in.

“Don’t you dare touch me.” Your teeth gritted as you recoiled from him, eyelids closing when you noticed his eyebrows furrow and jaw harden.

His hands dropped to his sides, clenching and releasing as he struggled to keep his breathing under control; in a situation like this, you would've soothed circles into his back, murmuring apologies into his neck as if you were the cause of his explosive nature.

You didn't dare to comfort him now.

“You'll never leave me, you know,” he spoke in a convicted whisper, nodding to himself when you turned to walk out the door.

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princessphilly · 2 years

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Howwww about:

Nate MacKinnon and he and the reader are hiding that they are dating/screwing (whichever fits better)

- @himbos-on-ice

CW: smut and ooooops it’s and OC

“You have to be quiet,” Sarah hissed. But Nate laughed, his blue eyes sparkling as he flipped over your skirt.

Whistling, he said, “No panties, I love it.”

“And you’re still too loud,” sarah whispered, trying to glare as Nate kissed her inner thigh.

It was supposed to be a secret. Sarah wasn’t supposed to be doing anything with Nate, one of the besties of her cousin Nina’s husband. She were supposed to be leaving the nerd alone.

For the past five months though… Sarah had the dork who nicknamed himself Nate Dogg in her bed, in a cabana, on a boat, anywhere she could sneak some time with that dick of his.

As his tongue licked her pussy before fucking her entrance, Sarah let out a soft moan. This was almost worth getting caught.

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huggybug · 2 years

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happy dilf day! #19 with nate mack? thank you so much <3

happy dilf day!

19. “You’re doing great buddy!”

“Daddy, I’m scared” You had to bite your lip to keep in your laughter. Nate had been fighting you for months now about getting your son out on the ice. You argued that he had to be at least three before you let him out there but Nate was adamant on it being sooner. Since the argument had been going on since Kaden learnt how to walk, you comprised at two years old.

“Don’t be scared, I got you” Nate was crouched over, trying to keep your son upright as he took his first steps onto the ice. You were standing a ways away with Mel, clinging onto her for support since you were terrified of him falling. The fear only growing when EJ whizzed by with Linnea in tow, almost knocking your son over.

“Erik Johnson get away from there! Gabe!” You whined and Gabe nodded, chasing after EJ and his daughter. With you attention back on Nate, you watched as Kaden started to get the hang of it.

“Keep going! You’re doing great buddy!” Nate cheered him on, skating backwards so that Kaden could reach out and grab him if he felt like he was falling. Once he got a bit of practice in, Nate picked him up and you skated towards them, leaving your safety spot with Mel.

“Good job K! Was it fun?” Nate wrapped his free arm around you as you fell into a conversation with your son. Nate just listened to the two people he loved the most talk about skating and the need for hot chocolate (that was mostly you) and he was so invested, he didn’t even hear the social media team’s camera shutter as it took pictures of your little family to share on Instagram.

#nate mackinnon #nate mackinnon imagine #nate mackinnon x reader #colorado avalanche #hockey writing #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl players #happy dilf day!#dad au

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ghstandpucks · 3 years

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Teacher Appreciation Part 3 ~ Nathan MacKinnon (4+1)

Here it is! Part 3 (and last) of Teacher Appreciation! I'm so thankful for all the comments and love, thank you to everyone who has read it! Let me know what you think of this part! Shout out to @cozynightscandle for asking about a part 3 and providing some inspo, as well as @avsfans95 for always letting me bounce ideas off of her!

Also, sixth grade is still considered elementary in my district, so I kept it that way for purposes of the story!

Summary: The four times Nate surprised your class, and the one time your class and Nate surprised you.

Warning: mentions of the pandemic (not the main focus, just touching on how teaching was during that time as I spent the beginning of my teaching career pretty much online)

Word Count: 4,634

Master List

Your first year of teaching sixth grade was actually more successful than you would have thought. It was a different type of bond you were able to build with your students. Instead of having to tie shoes and clean boo-boos, you became someone that your students would come talk to if they were too stressed. They told you their dreams and aspirations; all the while still relying on you to calm their fears when math became overwhelming. Long story short, you absolutely loved it. Yes, some were taller than you, and on more than one occasion Nate would lose you among your kiddos when he would come to help in your classroom. Still, you built connections that you didn’t think were possible after always working with the younger kids. Nate loved seeing how excited you were, and loved when you would come home and tell him all about what your kids did that day.

And yes, home was now with Nate. During a bad snow one evening, you were panicking about having to get back home so you could change just in case school wasn’t cancelled for the next day. Nate, off-handedly, suggested that it would be easier for you to just move in, since you were over all the time anyways; his office half taken over with craft supplies already. You agreed with a sarcastic laugh, thinking he was joking, but woke up to him clearing out space in his closet. During winter break, you officially moved in. Now it was your second year in sixth grade, and a handful of your kiddos from third grade when you first met Nate were back in your class. And if you thought third graders were intrusive, they just got worse, especially when they already knew you.

“Miss Y/L/N, could you not give us homework tonight? I have practice,” Steven asked right after the morning bell rang and you were checking over last nights homework.

“Steven, I already don’t give you much homework and you have time to usually start it in class. Use your time wisely kiddo,” you said, stamping his paper as he groaned.

“But Miss Y/L/N…”

“But nothing, do your work,” you responded, making a face at him that caused the young boy to huff out a laugh. You had only been in school for a month now, but have been having a great time with your kids. Today, the Avs would be on campus talking with the fifth graders as they do every year about the presidential fitness test. Last week when your students caught word that the hockey team would be there, half of them pleaded with you to get the team into your classroom. Little did they know that you had a different surprise planned for them. During recess, Nate ran into your classroom as you gathered your PE supplies. “Do they know yet?” he asked, giving you a quick kiss and taking the kickball from your hands.

“Not a clue,” you giggled as he retreated to his teammates and you went to get your kids from line. Leading your students into the gym as you had PE after recess, they all started to shout and jump around when they saw who was joining them. You waved as Nate came into view, accompanied by the entire Avs’ line up.

“Hi Teacher Dad!” Alexa squealed over the commotion, and you swore your face was beat red. She hadn’t used that term yet this year and to be frank, you had forgotten about it.

“Alexa,” you started as the guys laughed.

“Hi Alexa,” Nate called out, smiling at you with a look that told you not to get upset. Looking back at the girl, she sent you a sweet smile and you just shook your head with a laugh.

“You know better,” you said and she giggled. “Alright, ladies and gentleman gather around please! Today we will be continuing our game of….”

“Kickball basketball!” your kids yelled, running off to their teams and taking their positions. “Wait wait wait. Before we get started, would someone kindly explain the rules of kickball basketball to our newcomers,” you gestured towards the Avs who looked completely confused at your fusion of the two ballgames.

“So one team pitches the ball like in kickball and the other team has to kick it. Then they skip around the perimeter of the basketball court and have to make it back home before the other team can get the ball and shoot it through the hoop,” Justin explained.

“There are also no bases so you can’t stop. You aren’t safe anywhere unless you make it back home,” Kalel added.

“This is really a game now?” Andre asked you and you nodded.

“And it is our favorite. So I have my kids playing odds vs evens based on their class numbers. I think you all can split up that way too,” you said, gesturing for the guys to join their respective teams. Nate watched as you settled the argument about who the pitcher would be between three of your boys, not handing the ball over till they figured it out diplomatically.

“She wasn’t joking when she said her students were taller than her, was she?” Andre laughed from beside Nate as he chuckled along. You stood on the sideline, cheering and calling out foul balls for the duration of the game. The Avs took it easy with your kids, just laughing and having fun. Your kids were ecstatic, being able to call some of the guys their teammates; getting high fives and being cheered on by the pro athletes. You PE time was about to end within another five minutes as the teams switched sides after the evens got three outs on the odds. You saw Isaac hand Nate the ball to make him pitcher, smiling as Nate gently rolled the ball to Kiely. After she kicked it and almost made it around, Steven was up.

“Miss Y/L/N, will you kick?” he called out to you, and your class started to cheer. It was no secret that you played PE games with your kids from time to time. A chant of your name was started as you laughed and put your keys and walkie talkie off to the side.

“Teacher Mom vs Teacher Dad, yaaaasss,” Alexa cheered and you shook your head.

“Alexa,” you called and she smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry!” Nate laughed and turned his attention back to you. He rolled the ball slower than you knew he could, but that didn’t stop you from kicking it with all your might. Your kids (and the Avs) on your side were cheering loudly as you skipped around the perimeter laughing, coming back to home a second before Tyson got the ball in the net.

“Evens win!” you called out, then made your two teams shake hands with each other and collect the equipment as it was time to head back to class. As your class was saying goodbye to the Avs, Nate walked over and bumped his arm into you.

“You know I went easy on you right?” he asked, ever the competitor. You laughed and smiled sweetly at him.

“You know you shouldn’t have, right?” you shot back, laughing as he rolled his eyes. “I’ll see you back home. Love you,” you whispered.

“Love you,” he whispered back. You gathered your class and ushered them out of the gym and back to your classroom. The rest of the day went well as your class was floating on cloud nine from their interaction with the Avs.

One Thursday afternoon before Winter break, you came home with several bags of potatoes in hand. Opening your apartment door, you walked in on Mikko and Andre watching a basketball game with Nate; your boyfriend automatically getting up and taking a few bags from you. “What’s with all the potatoes?” Mikko asked.

“We’re mummifying them tomorrow in class,” you answered casually, walking off into the kitchen as Nate sat back down on the couch while Mikko and Andre looked entirely confused.

“Did what she just said not phase you at all?” Andre asked Nate and the center shrugged.

“I’ve been hearing about this project for like 3 months now,” he said casually. You walked back into the room and sat on the edge of the couch near Nate.

“Mummifying potatoes?” Mikko asked, looking slightly horrified.

“Yeah, we’re learning about ancient Egypt. We’re going to wrap the potatoes in foil and decorate them with plastic jewels like they were death masks,” you explained in an excited tone.

“How?” Andre asked, now completely more interested in what you were talking about than the game.

“I’m going to cut large slices of potatoes so ever student gets a handful. Then we’re going to pour baking soda and salt on them to dry it out like the Ancient Egyptians would dry a body. Then we are going to wrap it in tin foil like a sarcophagus and decorate. When we get back from winter break, we’ll ‘excavate’ them by unwrapping the potatoes and see how we did with drying it out, documenting changes and what we see like archaeologists,” you explained. Nate smiled up at you as Mikko and Andre tried to figure out if the project seemed cool or crazy. They settled on cool.

“Can we help?” Mikko asked and you laughed.

“Nate’s coming in tomorrow to help. The two of you can come with him if you want,” you said and the guys nodded.

The following day, Alexa answered the door when there was a knock as you were starting to explain to your class what they were going to do with their potatoes. “Teacher Dad! You’re here!” She said quietly as to not get in trouble by you. Nate chuckled, nodding as Mikko and Andre planned on chirping him later for how comfortable your class was with him if they were calling him teacher dad like it was no big deal. It was one thing when they were younger, but took on a different comfort level as they were older.

The guys helped you pass out the materials and made their own sarcophagi as you circled the classroom making sure your students were staying on task and not just goofy around. A few of your sports obsessed boys clung to the hockey players and copied their every move, decorating their sarcophagi to look similar. You laughed, passing by Nate’s and adding an extra jewel because you wanted to make it more sparkly. He narrowed his eyes at you, but let you keep adding jewels until you were content and circled the class again to see how your kids were coming along. Mikko and Andre snickered; only you would be allowed to touch anything of Nate’s and not have him explode on you.

“Mr. MacKinnon?” two of your girls came up to Nate with little giggles. He looked at them confused, but answered.

“Yes?”

“You and Miss Y/L/N are dating right? Like you’re here all the time. Ever since third grade,” Audrey asked in a hushed tone while Cierra continued to giggle. Nate flushed, not sure how to answer them.

“You must really like her. Like, marry her like her,” Cierra added as Nate cleared his throat and his teammates started to laugh. Before Nate could formulate a sentence though, you were calling for your class’s attention, letting them know it was time to put their ‘sarcophagi’ on the back counter and clean up for the day. As you circled the room again, you noticed Nate looking a bit red with the two forwards trying to hold in their laughter.

“You okay?” you asked him quietly.

“Fine,” he shot you a smile, and though you were skeptical, you returned to your class.

“Yeah Teacher Dad Mackinnon. When are you going to make her Teacher Mom MacKinnon?” Andre chirped quietly, muttering a sorry when you shot him a look having heard his voice, but not what he said. Truth be told, Nate had already thought about it and had plans for an off-season proposal.

Campus was quiet on a Thursday after school. You had made copies and stapled a few packets together, graded math tests, and prepared a social studies test for Friday. One task led to another and you kept walking around your room hanging up new student work. Sitting down, you started working on going through your students work from the week to check for understanding and participation. As you were stamping and writing comments, you heard your door being unlocked. Figuring it was the custodian, you kept on plugging away. “Hi Ms. Kay,” you said cheerfully, before looking up and jumping in shock. “What are you doing here?” Nate looked at you incredulously.

“Why are you still here? Y/N I thought something happened to you,” he walked over to you and pulled you up and into a hug. Was he worried about you?

“No, I was just getting some things done. How did you get in?” you asked as he let go of you.

“Ms. Kay gave me your room key when I ran into her in the parking lot. Why the hell are you still here? I tried to call you like ten times,” Nate said, obviously worried, but you still weren’t sure why.

“I have bad reception in my room, I’m sorry babe,” you said, grabbing his hand. “Why are you so worried. Is everything okay?”

“You don’t know what time it is, do you?” Nate asked you, laughing humorlessly.

“It’s only like 4:30,” you said, looking at him confused.

“Hun, no,” he said, showing you his watch. “It’s 7:30.”

“Oh my gosh Nate. I am so sorry! One thing led to another and I wasn’t paying attention and…” you rambled.

“Hey it’s okay,” Nate tilted your chin up with his forefinger. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, realizing you had worried him. Nate smiled softly at you, giving you a quick kiss before grabbing your backpack and keys.

“Let’s go home,” he tugged on your hand but looked back when you didn’t budge.

“Nate I have so much to do. I don’t know how I got behind this week but I need to get all their work together and sent home in their Friday folders,” you rushed out, starting to feel overwhelmed that you didn’t have all the time you thought you had.

“Then they can get them on Monday. You need to come home and get some rest,” Nate tried to reason patiently with you.

“Nate, they’re called Friday folders for a reason,” you said.

“And I’m sure if they get them late one week no one will riot,” he responded.

“You don’t know that.”

“I know your class adores you as their teacher. Now let’s go home and you can finish them tomorrow if you’re going to stress over it,” Nate started to pull you along.

“But…”

“Leave it.”

The next day you were running on pure caffeine and more thankful than usual that it was Friday. The unfortunate part, your schedule had no room for you to work on your Friday folders. Figuring you would skip lunch to get it done, you went about your day as usual. You were helping Noah with dividing fractions when there was a knock at your door. As you continued to help your student, Justin got up and answered. “Mr. MacKinnon!” he yelled and your head shot up.

“Justin, that is not an appropriate classroom tone,” you said as your class was all trying to get a better look at Nate. “Get back to work you guys. I’ll be right back Noah. Try number 12 by yourself,” you suggested, getting up and walking over to Nate. “Everything okay?”

“What do you want me to file?” he asked.

“What?” you asked, confused by his question.

“You were stressed yesterday about your Friday folders and they still look empty,” Nate gestured toward your hanging files on the wall with all the student’s folders in them. “I figured I would stop by to see if you needed help.”

“Are you my room mom for the day?” you laughed quietly and Nate nodded. Checking the time, you shook your head.

“You just got out of practice. I appreciate the help, but I’m sure your tired. Go home and rest,” you said, feeling guilty that you had worried him yesterday.

“I’m good. Where should I start?” he smiled.

“Please let him stay Miss Y/L/N. I love making my brother mad that Nathan MacKinnon spends time in our class instead of his,” Isaac said from behind you. Turning around, you laughed looking up at the tall sixth grader.

“Why are you up?” you asked.

“Oh! I need help on number 15,” he showed you his messy paper.

“We’ll go over everything right now. But did you flip the second fraction and then simplify?”

“No….”

“Ohhh, I would start there,” you smiled.

“Yes ma’am,” Isaac saluted you and went back to his desk. You laughed softly, shaking your head and turning back to Nate. “If you’re sure you want to stay, their work is all ready to be filed and it’s sitting on my desk. Thank you.” You smiled at Nate with a sigh of relief. He squeezed your arm reassuringly for a moment, then walked over to your desk to grab the stack he needed. “Alright my crazies, let’s go over our keep, change, flip.”

This wasn’t actually happening, was it? There’s no way this is real. These thoughts swirled in your head on a Friday in March. The school was closing for an extended spring break due to an outbreak. COVID-19 was closing your school. Nate’s season was just postponed, and now school. You went home in tears that day, not knowing what was going to happen next.

Over the next two weeks, you prepared Google Classrooms and work to do digitally as your school year was called. A month in a half online, then summer. Nate was getting agitated, not knowing what to expect with hockey and also worried for the both of you in the city. “I’m getting us a flight to Coal Harbor before they close the borders,” he mentioned one night during dinner.

“Nate, I can’t leave. What if I need to get back into my class? What if my kids need me?” you asked, your anxiety heightening.

“Then I’ll find a way to get you back here as quickly as possible. I just think we would be safer at home with more space, not an apartment in the middle of Denver,” he explained.

“I don’t have anything to teach there. At least here I have a white board, I can’t take that on a plane,” you rambled. Nate reached across the table and grabbed your hand.

“I already ordered you one for there. It’s being delivered tomorrow. You can turn one of the spare rooms into your classroom, or you can take my office and I can do things somewhere else. I just want to go back home, and I’m not comfortable leaving you here,” he said, wiping a tear off your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You weren’t sure if you were stress crying or worried crying at this point. He did have a point though, and you were online for the remainder of the school year. You nodded.

“Okay.”

~ ~ ~

Three weeks later you were laughing at a story one of your kids was telling you over Google Meet. You had to give it to your class, they were very resilient and working hard to finish the year off. Deciding that you wanted to do something fun for PE, you roped Nate into a low-key training session. You told your kids to come to class that morning in their favorite sports gear and be ready to move. Opening your meet, you appeared in your MacKinnon jersey. “Of course you have a MacKinnon jersey Miss Y/L/N,” Cierra said laughing. You looked at her shocked.

“Who else should I have?” you laughed with her.

“Crosby,” Kiely unmuted herself quickly.

“I heard that Kiely!” Nate yelled from somewhere in the hallway. Your kids started laughing and you smiled at them, thankful to have them all healthy and safe in front of you, even if it was through a screen.

“Okie dokie kiddies. I have something fun planned for us today. Are you all ready to meet our special guests?”

“We know Mr. MacKinnon is there Miss Y/L/N,” Steven unmuted himself and laughed.

“I said guests as in plural Steven. But if you don’t want to meet him, I guess I can just send him back home,” you shrugged, starting to turn around in your chair.

“No no no! Steven stop talking. Miss Y/L/N, who is it?” Noah called, practically bouncing out of his seat.

“Hey, be nice Noah. Alright ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I would like you to meet your PE coaches for the day. Mr. MacKinnon you already know, but say hi!” your kids all unmuted themselves to say hello to Nate as he walked into the room. “Okay now, drumroll please! Your other PE coach, Mr. Crosby!” The screams of your kids had you pressing ‘mute all’ really quick. If only there was a mute all in real life. Sidney waved at your kids while Nate laughed as Kalel fell out of his chair in excitement. You saw parents running into the rooms of your students, all waving and excited themselves once they saw there was no danger.

After a 30 minute workout with Nate and Sid demonstrating and counting for the kids, you let them have time to talk with your class. They had been working so hard, you figured some time missed from learning to enjoy themselves in this hectic experience was needed. Friday was half day for you online, so after a math review and reading time, you said goodbye to your kids as they all started to log off. Waving till the last one left, you sunk back into your chair as you ended the call. Nate came into the room and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for doing that today,” you said, smiling at your boyfriend.

“Of course. I would do anything for you, you know that,” he said simply and you smiled. “I am mad at Kiely though. Why should you have a Crosby jersey?” Nate made a face and you giggled.

“She just wants what’s best for her teacher,” you teased him, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss and then standing up to head to the kitchen for a snack.

“Yeah sure,” Nate said, then comprehended what you just said. “Hey!” he ran after you, circling his arms around your waist while you laughed and tried to get away from him.

It was the last day of school for the year, and you were watching a movie with your kids on Google Meet. After the meet you talked about the summer and what they hoped to do if they could. You had them also talk about what their favorite part of the year was and what they look forward to in Junior High. “You guys know that I will always be here for you. I know you will all be awesome seventh graders and I can’t wait to run into you all at the grocery store one day and have you all tell me about it,” you said, starting to get choked up with having to say goodbye to them after such an insane year.

“I’m gonna miss you Teacher Mom,” Alexa unmuted herself and you almost broke. Even though you would get after her when she would call Nate Teacher Dad, you loved being her Teacher Mom.

“You’re going to make me cry,” you said, tearing up and laughing as your kids all started to unmute themselves to tell you not to cry.

“Miss Y/L/N, can you call Mr. MacKinnon into the room please?” Kiely asked softly and you nodded, figuring she wanted to say goodbye to him too. You called for Nate, laughing at a joke one of your boys told you while he walked into the room. Seeing him through the camera, you turned around in shock.

“What’s all of this?” you said to all the little presents and cards Nate was holding and placing down on the desk beside your laptop.

“We all wanted to get you something, so my mom emailed Mr. MacKinnon to plan how to get it to you!” Isaac shouted.

“Email?” you asked Nate, not knowing they had his email.

“Instagram,” he whispered. Your actual room mom DMed Nate.

“You guys! This is too much! Thank you,” you gushed, looking at the outpour of love from your class. “You’re all the best and I love you guys,” you said, not helping the tears that came to your eyes.

“Love you Miss Y/L/N!” a few of your girls shouted while your boys just laughed.

“There is also one more thing,” Nate muttered to you, rubbing the back of his neck. “You guys ready?” he asked your class, and you could hear the nerves in his voice. Why was he nervous? Your kids all nodded, big smiles on most of their faces. “Okay, hold them up.” You watched the screen as your kids held up colorful posters with different sayings on them. Confused, you started to read them.

“Teacher Mom + Teacher Dad”

“Congratulations!”

“Mrs. MacKinnon’s Class!”

“Say yes!” … Kiely’s had a picture of a ring on it. Your jaw dropped as your heartbeat sped up.

“Turn around!” Alexa yelled through the speakers. Spinning in your chair, you came face to face with Nate kneeling in front of you, a beautiful ring in his hands.

“I had a whole speech planned out, but I’m forgetting it now,” he chuckled and you giggled with him, more tears filling your eyes. “I know this time has been crazy, and I didn’t plan on purposing to you during a pandemic, but I didn’t want to wait any longer. I love you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I’m thankful everyday that those kids brought you to the rink that day three years ago. I love having crafts all over my desk because you need more space, and I love being Teacher Dad; more than I thought I would. But most of all, I love the peace and steadiness you bring to my life, even if you’re running in circles yourself. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Say yes!” shouts came from behind you on the computer screen. You smiled, nodding your head.

“Yes, of course,” you said, tears falling. Nate smiled at you and slipped the ring on your finger, standing up and bringing you into a hug. He wanted to kiss you, but knew you would get mad that it was in front of your class. Cheers erupted from the meet, and you turned to see not only your students but their parents also. Laughing, you showed your class your ring quickly.

“Yay Teacher Mom and Teacher Dad!” Alexa shouted and you couldn’t get mad at her this time. After they all calmed down and you said your final goodbyes, you ended the meet and found Nate laying on the couch. You lowered yourself on top of him and kissed him.

“How did you get them to do that?” you asked, referring to the signs.

“When Isaac’s mom messaged me, I brought it up. She coordinated it all with the other parents,” he said and you laughed.

“I love you,” you said, kissing him again, Nate wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“I love you too, future Mrs. MacKinnon.”

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The First Hello l Nathan MacKinnon

Summary: Meeting Nate for the first time before an Avs game.

Warnings: None. Fluffy cuteness. Maybe a curse word or two.

You stopped at the little coffee shop across the road from Ball Arena; a typical activity you did before heading over to the arena to catch an Avs Game. You were standing in the line waiting for them to call your name, your nose shoved in your phone as you waited, definitely not paying attention.

“Y/N” The barista calls. Barely looking up from your phone you step towards the counter to grab your cup, but before you reach the counter you run right into someone. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry…” your words trail off as you look up into a gorgeous pair of blue eyes.

“Nathan Mackinnon.” you whisper quietly. Holy Toledo. You think to yourself, your heart racing. He smiles that gorgeous smile of his. “Guilty.” he says with a cute grin. “I’m really sorry.” you say knowing better than to have your face shoved in your phone. “No worries, I’ll give you a pass, given the jersey.” he smirks. “Going to the game?” he asks. You blush. Totally forgetting you were proudly sporting your Nathan Mackinnon jersey.

“Umm yes, just stopped to Grab a coffee before I head over, like usual.” you say stepping back from him, finally getting a good first look at him. He was dressed nicely; tight dress pants, white button. Looking like a dream.

“You Stop here before games?” you ask. Kind of upset that you had never “accidentally” run into him here before. “Pretty much before every game, surprised I haven’t run into you before… I know I’d remember a pretty girl wearing my jersey.” he flirts. You blush. No he did not.. You were at a loss for words. Your hockey crush had literally just called you pretty and you were losing your shit.

He checked his watch. “Ope gotta go.” he smirks. “I’ll see you at the arena.” he winks at you turning around once more before he hits the door to get one last look at you. Your friends were definitely NOT going to believe this when you met up with them at the arena.

Nathan was at the arena getting ready now, thinking about the pretty girl he had just met at the coffee shop and kicking himself for not getting your name or giving you his number to meet up after the game. “What a dumbass?” he thought to himself as he laced up his skates; hoping he would see you in the stands.

You practically threw yourself into your seat. You were beaming. “What’s up with you?” the girls ask. All staring at you. You sigh a deep sigh.

“I met him.” you say your eyes lighting up, face turning a soft shade of pink. “Who sweetie?” they all say in unison. “Nathan Mackinnon.” you giggle. “WHATTTT?” everyone says turning to you all at once. “Mmhmm at the coffee shop.” you say recalling every single detail of your “literal.” run in with Nate. “you mean in that stupid little coffee shop you insist on going to before every game we go to? You actually met Nathan Mackinnon?” your bestie asks.

You give her a look. “First of all… don’t hate on my superstitions okay.. Every time I’ve gotten coffee there before a game the Avs have won and Nate scored at least one Goal and second of all YES! And he called me pretty…” you say feeling like you were about ready to run through a wall as you recalled the details of what happened to your friends.

The lights and the music started and you knew the Avs were about to hit the ice for pregame.

Your heart was racing. “I can’t wait to see what happens.” they say looking at you and then looking out to the ice to wait for Nathan to skate out.

You and the girls had decided to splurge and buy tickets for the seats right behind the boards; Avs bench side, so there was no way you wouldn’t see Nate and…There he was. All your friends' eyes on you!

As soon as he skated out onto the ice he saw you and he smiled. THERE YOU WERE. he thought to himself. The two of you locked eyes with each other and he gave you a little wink.

“Oh My God, you weren’t kidding.” you hear from beside you. You give him a little wave and he does the same. “HOLY CRAP.” your bestie shouts elbowing you. You couldn’t get the smile off your face. You watched him skate around doing puck drills and getting ready for the game.

When warm-ups were over he skated over to you and tossed you a puck with a wink. You catch it gracefully with a smile and a thank you and he heads off the ice.

Holy Cow!! You couldn’t stop blushing or smiling as they showed you receiving your puck from Nate on the Jumbotron.. Oh god why. You flush embarrassed.

The game began and you settled down, enjoying the sight of Nate on the ice. Your girlfriend elbows you. “Check out loverboy.” she says looking over to the bench, you catch him looking back over at you. “Maybe he’s not looking at me.” you say looking away. “Oh honey he’s definitely looking at you.” all your friends all chirp together. You shake your head with a smile, trying to ignore them

The game would fly by. Half of it you hadn’t even seen because you had been in a whole different world but the Avs had won and Nate had scored a goal and had an assist.

Coffee tradition, still intact.

You watched the team skate off the ice and then you and the girls filed out of the arena with the rest of the fans to the car park. 100% of your thoughts on Nate. Those blue eyes, those arms that so graciously caught you as you crashed into him.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” you say leaving the girls as you get to your car.

Nate was leaving too. Wondering if he’d ever see you again. Certainly he’d see you at the coffee shop or at another game but was he willing to risk never seeing you again. He needed to clear his head. He walked out of the arena and onto the busy street. Luckily the coffee shop stayed open late for people leaving the Avs games; he often found himself here after a game, especially when things hadn’t quite gone his way. He walked in, the place was a little busy but he didn’t mind.

You stood in line trying to figure out why you were having caffeine at 11pm but you knew you probably wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight anyways. You placed your order, waited for your drink and then grabbed a table. You looked in your bag and saw your newly gifted puck; a smile crossed your lips.

What are the odds that a chance meeting in your favorite coffee shop would have your thoughts racing a million miles a minute; hoping only to run into him again and not just when he’s skating by on the ice at Ball Arena.

“Fancy meeting you here.” a familiar voice says. You had been so lost in your thoughts you hadn’t seen him walk by or stop dead in his tracks when he recognized you! You look up almost immediately into a pair of perfect bright blue eyes. “Nathan.” you whisper. “You have me at a disadvantage darlin, you know my name but I don’t know yours.” he smirks. Smooth Mackinnon, very smooth.

“Y/n.” you whisper. “Would you like to join me?” you ask, gesturing to the seat across from you. He smiles. “I’d love too, Y/n.” he says putting his big body into the seat across from you.

The two of you sat there talking and laughing for what seemed like hours; like you had known each other for years “Excuse me, Mr. Mackinnon.” one of the baristas says. He looks up from your eyes, noticing the two of you were the only two left in the coffee shop besides the staff.

“Yes.” he says quietly. “I'm so sorry to interrupt but we are about to close.” the young barista says smiling at the two of you. You check your watch. Wow, look at the time. You think to yourself. “Oh Gracious, we’re so sorry, lost track of time.” he says with a smile that literally almost melted you. “We’ll get out of your way and let you get home.” he says, getting up from the table, extending his hand to you, helping you out of the seat. The barista nodded graciously.

Nate placed a $100 bill in the tip jar with a smile as you left. You couldn’t help but smile. As you walked out you noticed he hadn’t let go of your hand and was still casually holding it like you two had been dating for months. You couldn’t help but smile, you left your hand in his not even thinking about it.

“Did you drive here or walk from the arena?” he asks looking down at you with a sweet smile. “Walked.” you say. “I thought it was too nice of a night to pass up.” you say. “I thought the exact same thing.” he smirks. “Would you mind if I walked you to your car?” he asks politely. “I would love that.” you say with a giggle.

He squeezes your hand and off you went strolling down the street hand in hand. “Hey y/n.. Can I ask you something?” he says. You’d almost reached the car park. “Of course, Nate.” you say looking up at him with curious eyes.

“When I met you this afternoon you said you always stop at this coffee shop before a game… is there a reason? Or is it just a favorite spot?” he asks curiously. You blush. You wanted to say just because it was close to the arena and not let him in on your little superstition but you thought what the heck.

You smile. “Well funny story.” you begin. “When my friends and I first started going to Avs games I stopped there before the game and then the Avs won and you scored two goals that night.” you blush “So everytime we go to a game I stop there, I order the same thing I did that very first time and then head over to the arena and every time I've done so the Avs won and you score at least one goal, so I decided not to question the universe..” you say with a sweet smile as you look up at him and he’s looking at you like you hung the moon and you never want to leave this moment with him. “That’s fantastic.” he says with a smile.

Proud that you understand the superstitious world of hockey. “My friends think it’s silly but if I hadn’t kept up with it then I probably would have never met you.” you say looking down at your feet. “Well that and if i wasn’t so darn clumsy.” you laugh and he smiles; loving the sound. “This is me.” you say reaching your car not wanting this night to end.

He sighed also not wanting his time with you to end. “Do you think I could call you sometime?” he asks shyly, his fingers playing with yours nervously. You smile. “I think you might be able to do that.” he hands you his phone and you put your number in it for him. “I'm really glad I met you.” he says, taking his phone back and sending you a text so you would have his number as well. “Me too.” you say nervously.

You lean up on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek. “See you around, Nate.” you say with a shy smile. “Goodnight, Y/n” he says quietly. “Goodnight.” you say closing the door. He watched, making sure you left the car park safely before heading to his own car.

You couldn’t get the smile off your face.

You had a feeling after that first hello you just might be becoming a permanent fixture at Ball Arena.

The End 🖤

Part ² "You Had Me From Hello."

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