#I want Nate MacKinnon to die for this
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Haven’t done a Skinner Pookiepoops post in a bit so here’s some most recent bits of Jeffy Joy
🥰💕🍬🎀🌸🥺🍭💋💞🍼💓🥺🌸🎀🍬🥰💋🍭
🥰💕🍬🎀🌸🥺🍭💋💞🍼💓🥺🌸🎀🍬🥰💋🍭
(And he’s injured and I’m not handling it well ❤️🩹)
#I miss him so much it hurts#and he hasn’t even been out long#doesn’t matter tho#I miss his sweet precious smiley face#I love you so much#my pookiepoops#my sweet pookie princess#pls feel better soon my pookie pooks#sending you all my boo boo kisses#I want Nate MacKinnon to die for this#that bitch took my babygirl from me#jeff skinner#buffalo sabres
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for the ask meme sort of correlated to a number: talk to me about Devon/Cale from your fwb fic and PDA (with each other and/or other people).
OKAY I’M HERE AND I’M READY TO HURT MY OWN FEELINGS:
PDA with each other: they have these very strongly defined but very much negotiated without actually speaking boundaries where any PDA has to be through the lens of Just Bros because they’re semi-insane about not being found out…but because no one actually ever said the words “we can’t be affectionate in public” out loud, Devon’s constantly pushing up against Cale’s boundaries, either because he is drunk or he is horny or really just because at the end of the day, Cale is one of his best friends and he knows he can get Cale to smile by being a handsy goofball. So the PDA is both bumping shoulders in a manly way in the locker room and crowding too close in an elevator. For the most part they keep pretty unaffectionate physically, but Devon’s more like to see how far he can push Cale before Cale gets squirrelly.
Cale, bless him, is both extremely desperate not to be seen wanting anything AND starting to catch feelings….so towards the end of Devon’s contract, he gets a little looser, and without Gabe or EJ around and after the team finds out, they start slipping up more and Devon’s a little bolder about touching and Cale lets him
PDA with other people: Devon is way more likely to be handsy and affectionate with strangers in public bc a hoe never gets cold. Cale would again rather die than be seen wanting anything, so when he hooks up with other people, it’s almost mechanical how he touches them. Not like, unkind or gross or anything, but if Cale is hooking up with anyone other than Devon, the reason is probably because Devon is not physically present and Cale is performing a role, so any PDA he shows is very much because he’s performing a role as superstar hockey player.
In the future of the fic I’ve been turning around in my head, Cale catches feelings SO BAD by the end of Devon’s tenure on the Avs and he’s desperate not to show it, but because Devon is his best friend, Devon can read it, and it’s very like, rock and a hard place for Devon because while he loves Cale, he does not have romantic feelings about Cale, and he doesn’t want to hurt Cale. They don’t talk about it. When CMac offers him a discount contract that Devon might have taken a couple years earlier, Devon walks. Cale’s tender little heart cracks into a billion pieces when Devon tells him he’s signing in some hell franchise for more money and he basically goes Nate Mackinnon Sicko Mode for the length of Devon’s contract with the hell franchise. They win the cup the very next season! But it’s not like, a healthy win. Devon watches this go down with increasing concern for his friend’s wellbeing but since Cale doesn’t really answer his calls or texts anymore, he’s kind of stuck for a couple years.
This is a deep cut but there’s an insane series of photos of these two footballers Cesc Fabregas and Gerard Pique hugging after a quarter finals match when they’re on different teams (here’s one of them, there’s more but it’s all on the Daily Mail which I refuse to link), basically Pique comforting an upset Fabregas after their teams drew in the match. At the time I think it caused quite a stir but real ones (my two friends) knew. And I kinda feel like that’s how it would go down with Cale and Devon? Like Avs are making their usual postseason run, Devon, now in hell franchise doing surprisingly well, meets him in the first round, and his little engine that could team absolutely demolishes the Avs in four and at the end of the game when some random rookie defenseman who has stars in his eyes for both Devon and Cale scores the game winning goal past Cale with 5 seconds on the clock in 2ot, Devon doesn’t go to celebrate with his team, he goes to comfort Cale. It’s a true, pure moment of affection because hockey rules and bro rules dictate he should be with his team and save condolences for the handshake line, but he’s been heartsick watching his friend destroy himself for three years, so he goes to comfort Cale, who maybe hasn’t spoken to him in several months. And Cale clings to him in the middle of the ice and he’s not crying through sheer force of will, but Devon holds him and holds him and doesn’t let go for way longer than is appropriate for buddies or ex-teammates and it basically can’t be read as anything other than two men who love each other very deeply. The PDA to end all PDA, basically.
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if home is where the heart is, then i’m homesick for you
a/n: this is for breanna aka @fallallincurls who is absolutely amazing. noah graham mackinnon, nate's son belongs to her and she let me borrow him for this. i was inspired by the song "homesick" by kane brown and also the ridiculous question nate was asked after the avs lost game six to the knights.
~*~if home is where the heart is, then i'm homesick for you~*~
pairing: nathan mackinnon x reader
summary: after a brutal playoff loss, nate has to turn around and go on the road for a do or die game, all while missing you and your son like he always does whenever hockey takes him away from the two of you
rating: k+
i'm homesick
this feeling that i'm feeling no it don't quit
it's like half of me is missing heaven knows it
"homesick" - by kane brown
Nate really doesn't want to face the media, he knows he has to, that as a Hart Trophy finalist, as the face of the franchise but he doesn't want to. He'd rather do anything but this. The series isn't over, far from it, but this loss feels like all the ones before it. The dread and the doubt creeping in, hanging over him and weighing heavily on his shoulders as if he's the only one to blame as if he doesn't have 22 other teammates feeling the same way.
He can't help but look at the pictures tacked to the sleek oak of his stall; a picture of you from the pregnancy announcement shoot, your bump visible underneath a flowing off the shoulder floral patterned dress, Noah's first picture when he was about three weeks old in a crimson Avalanche onesie and matching hat keeping his head warm and then the picture of the three of you at the wedding almost two years ago.
The Cup used to be the be all and end all. Nothing else mattered except lifting the fabled trophy over his head and then he met you and while lifting The Cup was still his ultimate goal, his priorities began to change. He thought about Sid who had gotten married and how he had two little girls, Daisy and Violet and a third on the way and had hung up his skates a year ago and there was Gabe who had Linnea and Lucas, so he believed he could have that, too; a family and still want to win as badly as he ever had.
On nights like this, though, that was hard to remember.
He scrubbed a hand over his face, regulating his breathing like his sports psychologist had taught him when he heard a happy squeal followed by a throaty laugh. He turned toward the sounds and saw Autumn, EJ's wife, walking toward his stall and managing to keep hold of their squirming 18 month old.
Bruce was technically the little troublemaker's first name - after EJ's Dad - but he went by his middle name, Huck. He knew people called Noah his mini me and in so many ways he was, but Huck was nearly a carbon copy of EJ. From the same wheat colored hair to the mischievous twinkle in the matching cornflower blue eyes and dimples, not to mention his baby teeth had just barely begun to come in so he was still flashing the same wide, unashamed and toothless grin.
But Autumn was there, too. He had the same trail of freckles across his cheeks and nose that she did in the summer. He got her nose and chin as well.
Nate watched as EJ took the wriggling little rascal from Autumn and hugged him close. The perennial all star's stomach dropped while his throat tightened. While he would be turning 28 come September - when Huck would turn two - EJ had turned 35 this year and would probably be retiring soon. Time wasn't running out for him, but for some of his teammates - his friends - it was.
It wasn't a known thing outside of the core group of guys, but Autumn's pregnancy hadn't been easy and on the way there she had two miscarriages - one while the team had been in Calgary - and she and EJ were going to try for one more. If the IVF went smoothly and the baby was here within the next two seasons, he was going to retire.
And if they didn't get their acts together he was most likely going to do so without a Cup, and that just didn't sit right with Nate.
Another happy squeal and babbling from Huck makes Nate's stomach twist and tumble, his throat tight as Willow from media is suddenly standing at his stall, clearing her throat. Her heart shaped face is somber, almost sad like she hated that part of her job is wrangling them up to face the scrum after a brutal loss like this. Her big hazel eyes peer at him hesitantly from behind the square frames of her glasses and it's hard to believe the five foot nothing brunette is technically older than he is, even if it's only by a year.
But at least she and Comphy finally got their shit together.
"Let's get this over with," He says and he follows her out of the dressing room's door and down the hall to where media gets done.
"All right, thank you everyone. Thank you, Gabe. Next up is number 29 starting forward Nathan MacKinnon. First question goes to Woody Paige of the Denver Post." Her voice is strong and authoritative, directing the cameras to the aforementioned reporter while Nate takes his seat.
………………..
The questions are pretty standard and run of the mill, basically variations of the same questions Nate has been asked since he came into the league. He answers them the way he's been trained to and is ready for it all to be over.
He wants to hold you and Noah; breathe in your perfume and his perfect baby smell and not think about how he has to get on a plane to Vegas for a do or die game.
His brain starts to spiral, thinking about how they were up 2-0 after the first two games here and how the series had flipped completely, the Knights swarming him in the neutral zone forget if he actually made it across the blue line with the puck. He feels his jaw start to tick and it's almost like a sixth sense, he knows you're close, you and Noah.
Out of the corner of his eye he can see you standing by the entryway, waiting for him to finish, holding Noah who's wearing his home crimson MacKinnon jersey with a grey hoodie underneath to keep him warm. His blonde hair peeks out of his blue Avs hat, the same blue eyes both Nate and his older sister got from their Mom peering curiously at everything around him.
He's clutching his stuffed German shepherd, JJ, in his arms; teeth nibbling on one of the ears and then his little hand waves at him, and Nate settles.
"All right, final question goes to Adrian Dater of the Athletic and then we'll bring in Erik Johnson for his round of questions and we'll be wrapped up for the night. Your schedules for Vegas and seating arrangements for the plane will be available on your way out." Willow says giving the scrum a warm smile and then Dater steps up to the front so Nate can see him.
………………………
Nate's going to claw his own eyes out, like, with a spoon. The guy is rambling about him being a gamer - a gamer - and then he concludes his convoluted ramble by suggesting maybe the team is thinking too much and should stop thinking and if they stopped thinking, they would win the next game to force a game seven back here.
He can't help but roll his eyes, because seriously, he actually has to answer the dumbest question he's possibly ever been asked and he has to do so with all the poise he's been trained to.
When what he really wants to do… "Noah," He hears as he's about to say some stupid hockey cliche like gotta get pucks in deep or it's a do or die game, we all have to step up and he looks to see you frantically trying to get the little boy's attention, face panic stricken.
The next thing Nate knows is his son is crawling into his lap and the entire press corp is awwing over the sight. Willow covers her mouth with her hand, stifling her giggles as she motions with her other at the scrum of reporters, silently telling them to lower the flashes on their phones and cameras.
"Buddy," Nate says, unable to stop the smile from taking over his entire face, his flat but incredulous expression instantly transformed. "What are you doing up here? You're supposed to stay with Mommy, you know that."
Nate laughs as Noah wriggles and manages to stand up, he cups his little hand over his mouth as he whispers in Nate's ear, "You looked sad, Daddy. JJ and I make you not sad, so we're here."
Then the toddler turns and faces the scrum himself.
"S'cuse me, Mister Reporter Sir," More cooing and awwing bursts through the crowd as pictures of Noah are snapped. "My Daddy is the best hockey player I've ever seen and he always does his best and tries real hard to win. Like my Uncle Gabe and Uncle EJ do, too and so do the other guys like Misters Cale and JT and Tyson. You should be nice and ask him a good question so he can leave to tuck me in and kiss Mommy goodnight before he has to go on a plane to Las Veges."
The entire press corp starts to laugh, thoroughly charmed by the tiny blonde toddler. Nate can't help but laugh himself and when he catches your eyes, you're laughing, too.
"All right, that's a wrap for Nate and special guest Noah," Willow remarks and before she ushers them off of the podium, Nate says, "There's just one more thing Noah has to say before we go. What do we say at the games, buddy? When you're cheering real hard with Mommy and the crowd?"
Noah's little brow furrows before his blue eyes light up and he says into the microphone, "GO AVS GO!"
"Yeah!" Nate cheers and holds out his fist, which Noah bumps and the hardened reporters have basically been turned to mush by the three year old son of the Avalanche's star player.
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When Nate, with Noah in his arms, is walking off the podium, EJ's standing there with an almost asleep Huck in his arms. The older player shakes his head, laughing low in his throat while he reaches out to jostle the mini snapback on Noah's head.
"Lil Dogg's gone and stolen the spotlight," The Minnesota native teases. "I thought Lucas was our resident charmer."
"As soon as they see your sleeping baby, they'll forget all about Noah," Nate huffs, dropping a kiss to his son's forehead after pushing his hat back slightly. "Who knows better than to leave Mommy when he's supposed to be standing with her."
Noah's face is sheepish but it doesn't stop him from protesting, "But you were sad, Daddy. Mommy could tell just like JJ and I could, too! This isn't like the other times when you talk. I wasn't gonna let you be sad."
Nate gives his son a warm smile as Erik takes a seat to a chorus of heartfelt awwws at the sight of Huck - in his tiny jersey and baby joggers while only socks are on his feet - and his blonde hair covered by a crimson beanie, pom pom and all, clutching at his Dad's well worn team branded t-shirt. His back rises and falls, little face buried in Erik's chest and in the strong arms of his father who's 6'4 and 200+ pounds he looks positively tiny and completely oblivious to the flashes going off and the questions being directed at his Dad.
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"I wish I didn't have to get on a plane," Nate sighs heavily, wanting nothing more than to curl under the covers with you, touching your smooth skin as you move perfectly underneath him while he works through his frustrations over the loss by making love to you.
"Me, too," You admit softly, carding your fingers through the dark blonde hair on his head.
You knew the playoff schedule by heart and after the first two games in Colorado, the games were going to be played every other night. You thought it was stupid, that the boys should have at least two days between games, making them play 36 hours after such a tough loss didn't make sense to you. Just like watching your husband endure the media when they were all lobbing the same questions at him about why he wasn't playing better, what more could he do to score against Vegas like he had scored against St Louis, what was he doing wrong etc.
If you could have, you would've done what Noah did, but you doubted the press would have reacted the same way to you that they did to your son.
You bit down on your lip and Nate groaned, his forehead resting against yours while his large, rough hands settled on your hips.
"You can't do that," He whined. "When I can't give you a real reason to bite your lip. Especially dressed in those tiny shorts and that camisole."
"Well, you can't stand there in your stupid navy suit looking all…" Your voice trails away as you wave your hand up and down his broad frame. "Like that when you're getting on a dumb plane instead of staying here with me, so…"
"I'm going to miss you and Noah so much," He admits and your heart aches because you're going to miss him just as much. This part - the leaving, no matter how short the time you spent apart - was never easy and it only seemed to be worse since you had given birth to Noah.
It was like you were in physical pain watching him pack for a roadie, terrified he would miss something new as Noah was seemingly growing and changing with every breath you took.
But this was different, this was the playoffs and Nate needed a clear head as the Avs were on the brink, so you would shoulder it all; his aching heart and your own.
You stood on your toes, giggling as he bent, meeting you halfway as your lips softly touched. You let him anchor himself against you, knowing his mind couldn't be clouded with the frustrations of the loss and the mounting questions about his performance and if Bedsy was on the hot seat and was Joe going to blow it all up if they lost again.
When he broke the kiss, air a cruel necessity, you touched his bearded cheek and said, "Kick some ass in Vegas, Bubs."
"You know I will."
……………….
It doesn't get easier but harder every time Nate finds himself getting on the team plane for a roadie, regular season or playoffs. He hates leaving you and Noah, knowing he'll be thousands of miles away in mere hours and he needs to have a clear head, to use his favorite meditation app and sleep so he'll be rested but it's hard to focus on the game when he's so far away from both of you.
He glances around the plane after stowing his backpack in the overhead compartment, taking in the familiarity of the plane. Bedsy's in his usual seat near the front of the plane, silver head bent low over an iPad, most likely he's reviewing film or making up the schedule for the walk through in the morning.
Comphy and Josty are shoving at each other, JT's face as red as his hair which means Josty's teasing him about Willow until the Alberta native goes just as red as his best friend and his mouth snaps shut.
"You can dish it out but you can't take it, huh?" Comphy rolls his eyes. "Shut up, dude," Josty gripes. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but can you just make a move already? You and Jess are driving me crazy, man. She's, uh, into you, too."
"WHAT?" Josty all but squawks brown eyes wide and nearly everyone is staring at him as they get settled.
"You're hopeless, man. Text her after morning skate or when we get back to Denver. Do not text her when we get to the hotel, Boston's three hours ahead and she never shuts off her phone, and she has her…"
"Finals tomorrow. Yeah, dude I know. I don't know why she's nervous. She's, like, the smartest person I know."
Comphy fake gags and they're back to shoving at each other again until Gabe's "Captain" voice calls from two rows over, "Children," and they yell back sheepishly, "Sorry, Dad" and snicker as they put their own headphones in and fire up Josty's laptop, settling in for a movie.
Nate sits in his usual seat, which is the aisle seat next to Cale who is pocketing his phone after texting Gary and Laura, letting them know they're about to take off and he'll call them in the morning. Stuff like that, checking in with his parents, reminds Nate of how young Cale still is. He can't remember the last time he did that. Now they're constantly asking/gushing about Noah and if they aren't talking about him they're talking about Sarah's son, Zach who just turned four.
Every once in a while Graham might make a comment about his game, but it's such a rarity Nate sometimes forgets how to respond when he does.
Gabe murmurs something in Swedish and blows his phone a kiss, so his facetime with Mel is over and he puts his eye mask on. He squirms briefly before turning in his seat and his head falls against EJ's shoulder. The older defenseman rolls his eyes fondly before scratching at the Swede's thick hair like you would a dog's ears and Gabe mutters, "fuck off, Erik" despite leaning further into the touch and it's all so familiar until Nate hears Erik's rough and bone-weary voice say into the receiver of his phone, "We don't have to keep doing this you know?"
He turns up the volume on his airpods, not caring that it defeats the purpose of the app, after he hears EJ say, "Send me a video. Last time you tried to give yourself the shot, you ended up with a bruise the size of my hand. I'm not coming home to that again."
Even with the soothing voice from the mediative app in his ears, he still hears EJ say, "I hate this. But I love you so much, Aut, so until you tell me you want to stop, we'll keep doing it. Kiss the little rascal for me and, uh, send me pictures of the injection sight in the morning. I love you, babe."
And then the plane takes off and Nate's regulating his breathing and he falls asleep until he hears everyone start rustling and moving around as the pilot announces they're making their descent into Vegas.
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They're taking the ice for warm ups and Nate can't stop himself from looking for you and Noah. Where you two usually sit behind the glass at Ball Arena, Pacioretty's kids and wife are along with Fleury's. The kids have their noses pressed to the glass, watching their Dad in his flashy gold jersey as he shoots one timers and then wristers and back handers before he skates over to them, messing around with a puck as he flips it on the end of his stick back and forth, making them laugh and squeal.
Fleury skates over, sans mask and taps his stick against the glass and his kids rush toward him.
Nate turns away and nearly ends up falling after EJ suddenly appeared at his left side, seemingly out of nowhere. His cornflower eyes are somber, more grey than blue even under the bright arena lights and his lips are pursed into a flat thin line and before he can say it, Nate tells him, "I didn't hear anything."
"You're a shitty liar, Nathaniel" A brief twitch of his lips. "Thanks for not asking me about it." And then he skates back to the red line doing drills with Gravy.
"It's never going to be easy," There's Gabe's warm tenor, always charming smile on his lips as he skates up to Nate, movement as smooth as ever while he leans on his stick. "But for sixty minutes just sixty minutes, we need you here and not back at home. Y/N and Noah are watching with Mel and Autumn and he's having fun with Linnea, Lucas and Huck. They're fine and they miss you, too but they understand where you have to be. Focus, Nate," There's his Captain's voice, something he's always been extremely good at is knowing when to use it and Nate just nods, knowing he's right.
And what better motivation is there to win this game than getting to go home to Y/N and Noah riding high after a win to force a game seven and finally come one step closer to The Cup.
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It's the best pass of his career. Objectively he'll never be able to prove it and the experts will point to others, but with two minutes to go in a tie game and Stephenson, Reaves and Whitecloud all over him as he tries to advance the puck, he sees an open lane - like it's happening in slow motion - and Cale's at the top of the key, Mikko on his right and Gabe at the net while EJ patrols the space behind the net. The puck hits Cale's stick right on the tape, that perfect spot and he shoots high and to the right and Fleury moves, lightning fast as ever, but his catching glove isn't high enough and the puck whizzes past his outstretched hand and lands softly behind him.
The only thing Nate hears is the celly as Gabe wraps Cale in a bear hug, nearly lifting him off his skates as Mikko yells in Finnish. Next thing he knows, all five of them are hugging and slapping each other's helmets and tapping sticks.
They head to the bench for a line change and the last minute and a half is the longest of his life. Stone lets a wicked one timer go just as the clock winds down, but Grubi blocks it and Gabe sends the puck sailing down the other end and into Vegas' empty net.
They won. They did it. Unlike two years ago, there would be a game seven back in Denver.
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"Are you guys ready?" Willow asks Y/N, Mel and Autumn. Each of the women nod, their children in various Avs gear ranging from Noah's pajamas to Lucas and Huck's mini jerseys to Linnea's stylish outfit she picked out herself complete with crimson tutu.
"Daddy?" Huck asks, little fist rubbing at his eyes and Willow can't stop herself from letting out an aww. "Yeah, Hucksy we're about to see Daddy," Autumn murmurs, gently rubbing his back. "He's going to be on the TV right there and then he'll be home soon. We'll see Uncle Nate and Uncle Gabe, too."
"Papa!!! Papa!!!" Lucas yelps at the sight of Gabe, Erik and Nate filing into the media room and taking their seats. "Shhhh," Linnea hisses at her younger brother, flushing as Mel casts her a brief but pointed glare. "We're surprising Papa and Uncle Nate and Uncle EJ are getting surprised, too so we have to be quiet." Her voice is gentle and Lucas nods, mouth snapping shut.
"All right, it looks like our first question of the night," They hear Vegas' media rep say. "Is from Tony with the Swedish Newspaper Expressen and it is for Avalanche Captain, Gabriel Landeskog."
Mel stifles her laughter at Gabe's puzzled expression, strong brows furrowing and smooth lips pursing. She gently whispers in Lucas' ear, encouraging him to talk before the camera in the house turns to them so Gabe can see them.
"Papa!!" He squeals instead and she laughs along with Linnea and then Gabe is able to see them as they wave and he laughs, the familiar warm and bright burst making the ache at him being away from home lessen ever so slightly. The Swedish his sister Bea always teases about him losing having been in America for so long now is strong on his tongue, tripping up slightly as he addresses their children, crystal blue eyes shimmering with tears like her own brown are doing.
"God nat," good night Gabe tells Linnea and Lucas who repeat the phrase back and blow kisses and then Gabe addresses her and even after all this time, her cheeks burn and with one final wave, they disappear from the screen and it's Autumn and Huck's turn to give EJ a little bit of home on the road.
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"Next up we have Bruce from the Bloomington Register in Minnesota with a question for Alternate Captain, Erik Johnson."
Erik's sure he knows where this is going after Mel and his niece and nephew surprised Gabe. Especially given the "reporter's" name. But he doesn't let himself get his hopes up just in case he really is talking to Bruce from Bloomington.
Then there's Autumn's beautiful face filling the screen, her chestnut hair spilling around her slim shoulders, olive green eyes sparkling as she holds their son who's babbling and squealing and trying to reach for him. He wants to hold them both; Huck because he's never missed anyone so deeply that he feels it in his bones and his blood and Autumn because he's sick of her brave face about trying to have another baby.
For now, he'll let Huck's happy babbles and squeals wash over him like a balm and know Autumn is doing the same thing. But when they get back to Denver, he's going to do whatever it takes to make her believe she doesn't have to put herself through hell to give him another baby.
"Wow, Bruce," He says, bringing himself back to the here and now. "That is an excellent question; insightful, thoughtful," And when he hears Autumn's throaty laugh, his heart lifts and Huck squeaks, "Night night" and he waves before tucking himself into his Mom's chest and Erik can't help himself, "I feel you, Hucksy that's my favorite place to fall asleep, too."
"ERIK!" Autumn shrieks and the warm tint to her tan skin has him flashing his toothless grin, as wide and unashamed as ever.
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Nate laughs, happy that EJ - even with all that's happening with him and Autumn and trying to have another baby - can still be EJ. He doesn't think about Vegas' media rep telling him he'll be answering a question from Kathy from The Star-Metro Halifax and how Gabe and EJ were surprised by their families and how that's probably what's going to happen to him.
Then he hears it, your gentle voice, coaxing Noah to ask his question and then both of you are filling the screen; the soft smile on your face as you wave along with Noah going straight to his heart which rises because he can see your faces but falls because you're still miles apart.
"You played real good tonight, Daddy," Noah says tugging on JJ's ears as he squirms slightly. "Did you do somethin' special?" He asks, lisp tripping over the letter s the same way he remembers doing as a kid.
"Yeah, Nate," You echo, teasing lilt to your voice as your eyes sparkle. "Did you do anything special before such a big game?"
"I did what I always do," Nate answers. "I thought about you guys. I take down the only pictures I've ever had in my stall back home and I bring them on the road with me and hang them up in my visitor's stall and when I look at them, I know you're out there with me, that I'm doing this for you."
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Y/N feels her heart seize in a way it never has, like, it's growing too big for her chest. She didn't know Nate did that at all. She feels tears gather at the edges of her eyes because oh my god. She kisses the familiar downy hair on Noah's head, the same shade as Nate's was when he was growing up and holds him tight and when Nate explains one of the pictures he keeps in his stall and takes on the road is the first picture of Noah, she can't help but remember taking it.
You're amazed how even just after three weeks Noah has already changed so much. You still can't believe he's yours. The love you shared with Nate so deeply manifested itself into this perfect baby boy that you both loved more than anything in the world.
Nate's paternity leave had ended far too fast and you almost wished Noah could have decided to come during the off season so you both could have him here every second of every day. So instead of being here with you, he was on his way to St. Louis and then Nashville and Carolina.
You always hated him leaving for roadies, but this was different; he wasn't just leaving you he was leaving your son, too and you could see it on his face and in the weariness of his body. He didn't want to go, for the first time in his life he did not want to play hockey.
"Hey, little guy," You cooed as the glacial blue eyes Noah shared with his father peered back at you from inside your arms. "I think Daddy could use some cheering up and I know just the thing that will do it."
"And then my phone buzzed," Nate's voice brings you back from the memory. "And Y/N sent me the picture of Noah in the onesie and hat, and that night I scored two goals and grabbed a couple assists, if I remember right. So he's my good luck charm. I always make sure to put on a show for him. But uh, the other picture I keep is from when Y/N and I got married a couple years ago. We didn't think Noah would be there, but he was the best surprise/wedding present we could have asked for."
You laugh, shaking your head as your cheeks flush and you know the picture Nate's talking about.
It's so easy to remember your wedding day. Sidney had graciously offered his home for the wedding. EJ had built the archway that you and Nate would stand under to exchange your vows and Autumn, who he had married at the home he had in Orange County the year before, would take the pictures, her wedding present to the two of you.
The sound of her throaty laugh just before she took the picture you knew Nate was talking about echoes in your mind and you're right back there on the lake in Cole Harbour, the sun high in the sky and you and Nate were at the reception.
"Go head Noah," Autumn laughs. "Smash the cake right in Daddy's face like he did to Mommy."
The chestnut haired photographer coaxes your son who you can't believe is two years old now. You hadn't expected to get pregnant before the wedding but you also hadn't expected the Avs - after having their best season - to suffer such a brutal loss to the Vegas Golden Knights in the semi finals that year. And Nate had taken the loss especially hard.
So that night when he came home, you let him seek refuge with your body. You let him pour every emotion he was feeling into making love with you until he literally couldn't hold himself up anymore.
Then during your cake testing you had run off into the bathroom emptying your stomach and you realized you were late. And now here you were on this beautiful summer's day covered in lemon mousse and fresh berries and just as Autumn said, "Bull's eye," you turned and cake was smeared all over Nate's handsome face while Noah laughed, little body shaking in his father's strong arms.
And you were laughing, too and so was Nate as he gently smeared the mousse onto Noah's nose. Valiantly the toddler tried to lick the sweet dessert off his nose and huffed when he couldn't.
Autumn's camera went off again and again and then, she came up to you and Nate, camera around her neck and the blush colored gown you had chosen for your bride's maids swishing at her feet. "This one's my favorite," Her low but sweet voice says as she lands on the picture of all three of you, covered in cake and laughing.
Apparently it's also Nate's favorite and it makes you smile.
…………………..
Nate finishes explaining the picture from the wedding he has in his stall and then he talks about the third picture. He'll never forget that day Autumn following you and him around his hometown and all the places that made it home for him and all the places he took you to and how you would take your son there some day.
You were about six months pregnant and you had found out you would be having a boy and you wanted to do a pregnancy photoshoot.
Nate still remembers your shy suggestion of doing it in Cole Harbour. Using the house he grew up in if his parents said it was okay and taking pictures at all the places he loved as a boy and how you would show your son and tell him he would get to go there someday.
"The last picture is my favorite picture of Y/N. EJ's wife, Autumn did the pictures for the photoshoot and I still don't know how she did it," He laughs, shaking his head. "But she made Y/N look even more beautiful than she already was. Noah was kicking a lot back then and Y/N would have to walk and rub her belly so he would calm down and uh, that's what she was doing; walking around near the lake in this dress… It was blue and had tiny flowers all over. Her hair was in waves…"
Nate thought there would be more posing and staging or whatever, like, the way team media was done at the beginning of the season but Autumn wasn't interested in the two of you looking staged. Sometimes she would tell you to move closer or turn a certain way, but that was it.
The pictures were coming out great, though.
You were out by the lake walking through the grass barefoot, hands constantly moving over your bump as Noah - that was going to be your son's name - kicked up a storm.
The sun was setting, dipping below the horizon as the sky turned from blue to a mixture of oranges, yellows and reds.
The dress you wore was a royal blue that brought out your eyes and left your shoulders bare. Your hair that Nate loved to run his fingers through was styled in waves, falling down your back while one of the daisies that grew on the property was behind your right ear.
And the next thing Nate knew, Autumn was showing him the picture she had taken. The one he knew you didn't realize was being snapped and he didn't think it was possible but seeing you like that - so beautiful with your hands caressing your bump where Noah was growing - made him fall in love with you all over again.
"So I look at that picture, Y/N with her hands on her stomach looking more beautiful than should be possible and it reminds me of why I do this," You hear Nate say and you don't know how your heart is fitting inside your chest. "I do it for her, for Noah. For the family that's waiting for me every night whether we win or we lose. They'll be there and I know as long as I have them I can do anything."
And with you staring back at him, Noah in your lap - even if you are thousands of miles away, Nate doesn't feel so homesick any more.
After all, you'll be there waiting as soon as he walks through the door like you always are.
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mistletoe at the team christmas party with cale and nate please
Hello, my dear!
Prompt: mistletoe at the team christmas party
Prompt from @frostbeees advent calender prompt here
Send me a prompt!
Word count: 870
Ship: Cale Makar/Nathan MacKinnon
Other: There's pining and shenanigans and ridiculous friends and Nate is very stupid! All very expected for an Avs fic.
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“It’s the perfect time!”
“I’m not kissing him for the first time under the mistletoe at Landy’s house!” Nate whispered furiously. EJ was yelling, already way too many glasses of egg nog deep to be having a private conversation.
EJ scoffed. “When else are you going to get the balls to kiss him?”
Nate didn’t want to encourage him, but EJ was right. It’d been months and Nate hadn’t even begun to think about how to tell Cale how he felt.
“Who’s Nate kissing?”
Nate groaned. Sure it was his house, but did Gabe really have to just appear like that in the middle of every conversation. One teammate was bad enough, he didn’t need his captain as well.
“Cale,” EJ answered with a wide grin.
“Oooo,” Gabe smirked over the rim of his glass. “Did he finally man up?”
“Oh my God, I don’t want to kiss Cale under the mistletoe!”
“Good to know.”
Nate froze at the voice he’d recognise anywhere, turning to face the newcomer. “Cale.”
Cale nodded. “Nate.”
“Gabe?” Gabe added because he thought he was funny.
“Erik!”
Nate pushed them both away, because Cale was looking at him strangely, his usually open face blank.
After a moment of silence, Gabe coughed. “Well...this isn’t awkward at all. How about you two talk? How convenient! The sitting room seems to be open!”
He shoved them into the small room that was being used as a coat closet for the party’s attendants, and for once in their lives the other two read the fucking room and left them alone.
“So.”
“So.”
Nate took a sip of his drink, trying to ignore the fact that they had been shoved into a coat closet to ‘talk’. This never went well. “Having a nice night?”
Cale didn’t respond, instead sitting down on the loveseat, subsequently sitting on a pile of their teammates’ coats. He didn’t seem to care and set his drink on the floor next to him, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward. He sighed softly without looking up. “Are you mad at me?”
“What? Why would you think I was mad at you?” It was unfathomable that Cale thought Nate was mad at him.
“It’s just - you’ve been avoiding me.” And okay, yeah, Nate can admit that he was avoiding Cale. But it wasn’t Cale’s fault that every time he walked in the room Nate was knocked stupid and had taken to avoiding him. That was all Nate and Nate’s stupid feelings. Looking at Cale’s face, now, though, Nate wanted to go back in time and punch past Nate in the face every time he even thought about leaving the room when Cale entered. Anyone that made Cale Makar sad deserved to die, and that wasn’t an exaggeration.
Nate sat down next to him, because there was nothing more important than Cale knowing that Nate wasn’t mad at him. “Of course I’m not mad at you.”
Cale looked down at his hands. “Just...hearing what you said to EJ about not wanting to kiss me, I guess you figured out how I feel? And I don’t want to make things awkward, I won't try to like, pressure you, but you’re my friend and teammate and I don’t want it to be weird just because you know.”
“Wait - what?” Now Nate was absolutely gobsmacked. If he thought he was knocked stupid whenever he saw Cale, it was nothing compared to how he felt when Cale - feelings? What feelings? “Know what?”
“How I feel,” Cale said, like it was an obvious explanation. Like Nate’s brain hadn’t literally short circuited.
Instead of responding to that, all Nate could say was, “I’m not mad at you.”
Cale looked up with a small grin that didn’t fully reach his eyes. “That’s...that’s good.”
“I want to kiss you,” Nate blurted out.
Now it was Cale’s turn to gape. Nate reached out and grabbed his hands, tugging them into his lap.
“I’m stupid over you and I want to date you and kiss you all the time and I didn’t want to kiss you for the first and most likely only time in Landy’s house at a stupid holiday party we were forced to go to but now I kind of think it wouldn’t be the only time?” He was rambling, he knew it, but how else was he supposed to react? “But I still don’t want to kiss you for the first time under the mistletoe.”
“You want to date me,” Cale interrupted.
“Yes.”
“And kiss me,” Cale clarified.
“Yes,” Nate repeated.
“All the time.”
“All the time.”
Cale smiled down at where their fingers were tangled together. “Well that’s good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Because I’m stupid over you, too.”
There was more to discuss - way more to discuss - but Nate couldn’t help it. He leant forward and pressed a kiss to the apple of Cale’s cheek - something he’d been wanting to do since the day Cale made his debut; his blush was warm to the touch.
“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” Nate admitted.
“Cheesy.”
Nate shrugged because the only person he wanted to impress was holding his hand. “Not as cheesy as mistletoe.”
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Taken- Nathan MacKinnon
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Here we are with another instalment of the Up All Night series! I left this one until a little last minute, so if there are more errors than usual I apologize! Writing this absolutely wrecked me emotionally, because I would probably die for Nathan MacKinnon (dramatic? Yes.) Anyway! This is just angst and heartbreak. Blame One Direction not me!
But, all feedback is appreciated, thank you! Also flashbacks are in italics
Now that you can't have me, you suddenly want me. Now that I'm with somebody else, you tell me you love me
“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Nate was confused to say the least. He hasn’t seen you in over a year. Not since you left him.
~flashback~
“You can’t be serious right now?” The annoyance in your voice certainly not the reaction Nate was expecting from you. He was hoping for happy tears, maybe a squeal, something more positive than this. He feels stupid knelt in front of you, hands shaking as they clutch the small box. This moment went much more smoothly in his head. Nate loves you, and he wants nothing more than to marry you. Apparently though, you have other ideas about where the two of you stand.
“Nate get up.” Your voice is cold, as he scrambles to his feet. “We aren’t doing this, I can’t.”
“Y/n, I’m sorry I just thought-“
“Yeah well you thought wrong alright?” Was it rude? Yes absolutely, but you’re scared. So you leave. You have your brother go to your shared apartment the next day and get your things. Nate was blindsided to say the least. He thought he’d have you forever, but he didn’t even get the rest of the night.
~end flashback~
“I had to talk to you.” You’re out of breath, eyes heavy like you haven’t slept in weeks. You step into him. Nate takes a step back, anger flashing across his face.
“Then talk.” He spits back. So you do, you tell him you were wrong. How you never should have left him, and how much you regret it. Nate doesn’t say a word, he listens silently. Tears burning his eyes that he refuses to let fall, he cried enough for you over the past year.
I slept on your doorstep, begging for one chance. Now that I finally moved on, you say that you missed me all along
When you finally finish your rambling speech you look to Nate, awaiting a response. Hoping that after completely opening up to him like you just had, that maybe he’d at least let you both talk it out a bit more.
“You have absolutely no right to say that to me! I sat on the front porch of your parents for nine hours Y/n! Nine! And now you’re going to tell me it was a mistake?” Nate’s face is red as he clenches his fists. The action is to stop his hands from shaking, but it intimidates you nonetheless. Not that Nate ever gave you a reason to think he would ever place a hand on you.
“I’m sorry! Okay? I was so stupid Nate. It scared the hell out of me. Forever is a long time you know?” You’re yelling now, sure to draw a crowd, but you don’t care.
“I know how long forever is, and it’s what I wanted. Obviously you don’t feel the same, because you’ve had a whole year to figure it out. The fact you could go a year without speaking to me only proves to me that this was never what you wanted. You’re only back now because I’m moving on.” Nate’s voice is raised too, and you force yourself to look into his eyes. They are watery, and you aren’t sure when they started, but tears of your own have started slipping down your cheeks.
Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am?
~flashback~
“I love you.” Your whole body freezes. Sure, this was to be expected. Nate and you had been exclusive for six months now, that’s how relationships progressed. You go on dates, become exclusive, say those three words, move in together, get married, and have kids. Right? That’s how these things work. So why are you so scared. “Too soon?” His voice breaks you from your panicked state.
He is towering over you, but he looks so small. Face red, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looks anywhere but directly at you. “I’m sorry, just forget I said anything.” He groans placing a gentle kiss to your cheek. “Good night Y/n.” With that, he turns and walks down the hall. Leaving you standing in the doorway of your apartment, still not having said a word to him. Do you love him yet? Will you ever love him?
The questions make you nauseous. You know you care about him, but are you even close to being as invested as he is? Your mother warned you of this when you first told her about Nathan. She told you that he was looking to lock someone down. Looking for someone to jump when he said jump. He needed an all or nothing. Being a professional athlete could you blame him?
~end flashback~
What your mother hadn’t warned you about though, was your tendency to run. That was for you to come to terms with on your own. Figuring out who Nate was to you and what he wanted was pretty easy. Figuring out who you are and what you wanted, well that took time. Hence why you are now on his doorstep begging for forgiveness.
You only love to see me breaking! You only want me 'cause I'm taken. You don't really want my heart. No, you just like to know you can, still be the one who gets it breaking. You only want me when I'm taken
“I want you Nate. I want us. I always did.” You wipe aggressively at your face, trying to look less like an emotional fool.
“No you didn’t. You didn’t want to commit to me. You wanted the attention and the drama of being with me. You never wanted to be with me. I found someone who wants me now, so whatever you think you can accomplish here, forget it. You only want what you can’t have. But that’s just it. You can’t have me. That ship has sailed. Goodnight Y/n.” He places an eerily familiar kiss to your cheek. The apology never spoken, but felt on your skin as he closes his door.
Nate was probably right. You want what you can’t have, you miss the drama and the attention. What you really miss though, is how easy it was with Nate, and knowing someone actually loved you.
So maybe you can’t have Nathan like you had hoped for when coming here. You were leaving a new person though. Broken maybe, but a person who would never be scared to love again. Yes loving someone can hurt like a bitch, but the reward greatly outweighs the risks.
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Cutting Edge ~ Nathan MacKinnon Ch. 2
A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you are liking this story! I’m having fun writing it! I got carried away with this chapter, so it’s a little long. Let me know what you think, I love hearing from you! Enjoy!
Prologue
Ch. 1
“Are you joining us for strength training tomorrow coach?” Tyson asked. After his comment earlier, he had been trying to make casual conversation with you. You figured he felt bad and was trying to show you he was sorry for the way his comment slipped out. You were skating off the ice at the end of practice when he had caught up with you. You turned to answer him, but another voice cut you off.
“She’s a figure skater Jost. She can’t do our conditioning,” Nikita Zadorov eyed you, but it was stated more as a challenge than anything else. And you were not one to back down from a challenge, hence your Olympic gold medal.
“Says who?” you questioned, then turned to Tyson. “I’ll be there.” You smiled and walked off where you saw the other coaches heading to take off your skates.
“You know you don’t actually have to do the strength and conditioning with them right?” Casey Bond said, catching up with you. You remembered he was the strength and conditioning coach you had met earlier that day.
“Yes. But I want them to know that I’m here to work with them, not just because I was placed here for a program that may or may not succeed. I want them to trust me,” you stated simply. Bond nodded.
“You’re okay kid. If you feel like you are dying tomorrow, just tell me and I’ll make up an excuse for you to leave,” he said with a grin. You smiled back.
“I’ll just die in front of them. Make Zadorov feel bad for challenging me,” you laughed as you started to untie your skates. Bednar heard what had happened and he just shook his head with a disbelieving smile. At least you were trying to be part of the team. On the other hand, Tyson had announced to the locker room that you would be joining them in the morning because of Z’s challenge.
“You did what? Did you see how small she is? I’m surprised she never just snapped in half from falling on the ice.” Erik Johnson stated.
“Figure skaters have to condition too though right? It can’t be that different,” Andre Burakovsky stated.
“Ya, but we all weigh in around 200 pounds. She’s like what, 100?” EJ retorted. Unfortunately for them, you happened to be walking by outside the locker room on your way out and heard this.
“I’m (Y/Weight) actually. Thank you very much,” you shouted as you kept walking. The boys seemed to freeze for a second, listening as your footsteps got quieter.
“She’s fucking (Y/W) pounds! If she dies, it’s your fault,” EJ said to Z.
“She’ll be fine. I’m sure she knows her limits,” Gabe tried to soothe the conversation. “We’ll all just keep an eye on her. I know that won’t be a problem for some people.” He said the last sentence as he turned toward Nate slightly. The man in question busied himself getting his equipment together, though he knew he would have looked out for you regardless. You on the other hand, were determined to show the team what a figure skater could do. You knew it was your chance to prove to the team you weren’t something fragile, but one of them. Someone who wanted to work with them and earn their trust, and you saw this as your way in.
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You don’t think you had ever sweat so much in your life. You were keeping up with the team, but you were feeling your muscles already starting to shake. It wasn’t as if you have never trained like this before, you have just done different types of work outs. For figure skating, your work outs usually included ballet lessons and yoga sessions though. All of this was slightly ridiculous for a figure skater. You weren’t showing it though, again masking any emotion you were having with a smile.
When it came time to sprint a short distance, you lined up with everyone else in two different lines. “How are you doing coach?” a voice asked from behind you. You turned around and smiled, not noticing Nate had gotten in line with you.
“This is child’s play,” you joked, though you were sure you were as red as a tomato. Nate chuckled, admiring the fact you had hung in with them so far. When you got to the line, you hadn’t noticed Zadorov was in line next to you, and who you would be sprinting against.
“Ready to lose coach?” he taunted you with a smirk.
“I guess I haven’t told you something…” the whistle blew and you both took off. You pushed your legs as fast as they would go, and crossed the other line a second ahead of Zadorov. He looked at you surprised, catching his breath. “…I’m a fast sprinter,” you finished your comment from a few seconds ago. The team started to chirp him as some of the guys clapped you on the back as you walked back in line, proud of yourself.
That was your one shinning moment though. Another hour later when conditioning was finished and the team had a short break before going inside and getting on the ice for a light practice, you snuck off behind the rink and thankfully found a trash can. After depositing the contents of your stomach, you walked away from the trash and leaned up against the side of the building, slowly sinking down trying to regulate your breathing. You hoped that this showed the team you were here to work, because you didn’t want to think about having to go through that again. Hearing footsteps coming closer, you looked up and saw Nate walking toward you. He slid down next to you and handed you a Gatorade as he took a swig of his own. “Thought you could use this, you seemed a bit shaky,” he stated. You laughed half-heartedly.
“Oh God, did I really look that bad?” you asked, taking a sip and swishing it around your mouth as discretely as you could, embarrassed that he probably knew the real reason you came back here.
“Not at all coach,” he stated quietly. You turned your head to look at him, and those same butterflies appeared in your stomach as yesterday at the soft look he was giving you. You smiled and shook your head.
“You’re such a liar,” you joked with him, to try and snap whatever was happening in that moment. You knew it wasn’t professional to be feeling that way about him, especially with you just beginning to work with the team. “But thank you Nathan.”
“Nate,” he said, sticking his hand out for you to shake, and that’s when you realized you were never actually properly introduced yesterday.
“Y/N” you smiled, shaking his hand. After a few silent, but comfortable moments, Nate stood up and offered you his hand. You took it as he helped you up and both of you headed back to the front and walked into the rink. The cold air felt nice on your aching muscles as you and Nate went to your respected areas to change and put your skates on. Shortly after you were on the ice and Coach Bednar skated over to you.
“Good to see you in one piece,” he joked. You laughed and shook your head.
“Just barely.”
“Well, I heard some of the conversations as the guys came in, and you definitely impressed them. I can’t believe you actually decided to stay for the whole workout, but it seems you’ve earned a lot of respect from sticking it out,” he said earnestly. You smiled to yourself and nodded.
“That’s all I wanted,” you replied, overjoyed with what he had said. As the team started to take the ice, you added, “Do you think they’ll mind if I just sit on the ice the rest of practice?” Laughing, Bednar skated with you out to center ice.
“Honestly, probably not. Just say you’re getting a better view of their blades.”
“That’s a good one!” you laughed, and went to your corner to wait for your first group.
~ ~ ~
The week seemed to go by quickly after that. You had swapped out your coaching sweats for your practice leggings and felt much more yourself on the ice. You were also getting to know the team better and becoming fast friends with a few of them. Surprisingly, Tyson Jost was one of those people. You were only a few months older than him and after you had told him he had apologized enough to you for his ‘comment gone wrong’ as you jokingly called it, the two of you got along very well. It was still Nate who would give you butterflies though. And he was still equally intrigued by you.
Friday after practice ended and the Zamboni had cleaned the ice, you decided to keep your skates on and glide back out. No one was supposed to be there for the rest of the day, so you decided to take some time and skate for yourself. Gliding around the ice, you smiled and started to hum, warming up a few jumps and spins, completely enjoying your time in your favorite place. You had been in your own little world while doing twizzles around the edges of the ice that you didn’t notice a tall figure off to the side watching you. Once you stopped your twizzles and looked around though, you spotted Nate leaning against the boards. You glided over to him, fixing the loose strand of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail as he tried not to make it seem like he was watching you. “What are you still doing here? I thought everyone left?” you asked as you got closer, stopping a few feet in front of him.
“I was about to, but then I heard someone on the ice and wanted to see who it was,” he stated, rubbing the back of his neck. You nodded, unsure of what to say. Luckily, Nate filled the silence. “What you were just doing, that looked pretty cool,” he smiled at you.
“Oh twizzles! Yeah, they’re fun,” you returned his smile. “I realized I hadn’t skated for myself this past week. So I figured with no one here I would enjoy the ice.”
“I’ll let you get back to it then,” Nate went to walk away, but you spoke up without really thinking it through.
“Do you want to skate with me?” you blurted out, slightly embarrassed that you had just basically asked him to stay. What if he was busy and didn’t want to? Or felt obligated because you were technically his coach. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you added for good measure. Nate looked back at you and really took you in this time. You had put your hair up since practice, your cheeks red from the cold. He thought you looked adorable in your team USA tank top and skate leggings. He couldn’t help but smile and nod.
“Let me go get my skates back on,” he stated. You smiled back at him and watched him walk away for a second.
About five minutes later Nate stepped onto the ice with a few things. Though he stayed in his joggers that he had worn after practice, he brought out his gloves, some pucks, and two hockey sticks. You skated over to him confused. “What’s all that for?”
“You teach me some figure skating moves, and I’ll teach you some hockey. As a coach, you should really know how to at least handle a puck,” Nate looked over at you. You eyed everything apprehensively.
“Okay but like just a warning, I have no hand eye coordination what so ever. Why do you think I stuck to a sport that is primarily footwork based?” Nate chucked at your response as the two of you skated around the ice at an easy pace, allowing his muscles to warm back up from practice.
“You can’t be that bad,” he shrugged.
“Oh, prepared to be shocked,” you said with a laugh. Nate grinned at you as you started to twizzle again. As the two of you skated and talked some more, Nate was impressed by the way you could make every little movement seem incredibly graceful. After teaching him how to properly do a two foot and one-foot spin, he asked you about jumps. “I’ll teach you a loop. You don’t have toe picks so that one will probably be the easiest,” you suggested, showing him how to take off on the outside edge of his right foot while gliding backward. You demonstrated a single for him, and tried to give him pointers. “Not half bad,” you complimented while clapping as he did it.
“Show me what you can really do with that jump.” He was curious to see what he saw on the video in person. You laughed and skated a circle around him to gain some speed, then jumped into a triple-triple loop combo with ease. When you landed the second one and looked at him, Nate let out a low whistle and clapped.
“Nice coach,” he said. “And now that I feel totally inadequate as a figure skater, time for you to learn some hockey.” You rolled your eyes dramatically, but followed Nate over to the bench anyways. “Do you want a pair of gloves, or do you want to keep yours on?” he asked, eyeing your thin wool gloves.
“Can I keep mine on?” you asked and he nodded, then holding out a stick to you and throwing the pucks onto the ice. You stood there awkwardly with the stick, eyeing it suspiciously.
“It won’t bite,” Nate teased you.
“I’m not so sure about that,” you replied, but followed him as he pulled a net back onto the ice. Nate turned back to you, silently laughing at how apprehensive you looked.
“So first thing, which way do you think you would want to shoot. Right or left?” he asked skating to your side.
“Probably right?” you questioned. Again, Nate chuckled at your uneasiness. You were an Olympic champion, surely you couldn’t be this nervous to shoot a puck.
“Aren’t you friends with some of the Ducks? Have you honestly never shot a puck before?” he asked you.
“Yeah I’m friends with a few, but only because I would do charity events with them. I’ve never been to their practices or anything,” you defended your lack of hockey experience. “Also, how do you know I’m friends with some them? I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned that.” Nate’s eyes went a bit wide, realizing you hadn’t said anything about it. He only knew from hanging out with Tyson and Andre after practice the day before and Tyson decided to stalk your Instagram page.
“Um…Tyson found out and has a big mouth,” he decided that was the safest way to go. Not that Tyson stalked you to find out if you were dating anyone because Nate couldn’t stop making comments about you. He didn’t need to say they came to a conclusion that you were single.
“Oh, that’s why he followed me on Insta yesterday. That brat,” you laughed, having no clue behind the alterative motive. Nate chuckled nervously and decided to change the topic quickly before he said anything else that he shouldn’t. He started by showing you how to hold the hockey stick; where your hands should be placed. He showed you how to swing at the puck, and stayed a respectable distance from you doing so. He thought about skating up behind you and showing you everything with his chest pressed against your back, but he wasn’t sure it was a good idea. He honestly wasn’t even sure if you were actual friends yet, or still just his coach.
He was pulled out of his train of thought as you started to bounce up and down next to him and laugh to yourself. You had just shot your first puck into the net after a few failed attempts. And though it was no where at the speed that Nate had, you were still excited. He couldn’t help but smile at you adoringly. After a few more successful shots that had you grinning from ear to ear, Nate brought the pucks back over and stood in front of you. He got into a defensive stance and softly hit a puck toward you. “Now come at me,” he said. You stood there baffled for a minute.
“No,” you laughed in disbelief. Nate smiled and nodded.
“Come on. Try to score against me,” he encouraged you. You continued to stare at him, but when he didn’t budge, you semi-reluctantly gave in.
“Please don’t hurt me,” you muttered, to which he laughed.
“I’ll go easy on you Y/N,” he replied as you started to skate forward. Not having the best control of the puck, Nate took it from you easily. “Are you even trying?” he laughed.
“Hey! That’s just mean. I was,” you said, getting another puck. After you had failed a few more times, your competitive, stubborn side was starting to appear. You wanted to get past him so badly. You looked at him for a second, before skating forward toward one side, then doing a quick three turn toward the other, and to your surprise you were still in control of the puck and around Nate. You shot the puck into the net with an excited yell. Nate stared at you dumb stuck for a second, before a smile took its place as you skated back to him. “Did you see that!” you jumped on your toe picks.
“That was good,” Nate said, impressed. Yes, he wasn’t trying that hard to stop you, but he honestly did not see that one coming. “What did you just do?” he asked curiously.
“It was just a three turn. You guys do them too, just not as fluidly,” you shrugged.
“You should think about showing that to us then,” Nate suggested, gathering the pucks up. You nodded, not even considering that what you just did may be helpful. You helped him pick up everything, and the two of you took your skates off together. “So what do you think of playing hockey now?” Nate asked as you walked out to the parking lot.
“It’s not that hard. Maybe I should change professions,” you said with a smirk toward him. Nate let out a deep laugh and shook his head.
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t quit your day job any time soon,” he shot back with a wink. You played hurt.
“Ohh, that’s how it is. Well, it looks like you are skating extra laps on Monday Mr. MacKinnon,” you tried to be serious, but you couldn’t help break into a smile at the wide grin he was giving you.
“Do you even have the authority to do that Coach Y/L/N?” he asked. You thought for a second.
“I’m actually not sure. I’ll find someone who does though,” you laughed as you approached your Jeep, not even realizing he had walked you out to your car when his was in the other direction. “I had fun today Nate. Thanks for teaching me a few things,” you said as you got your keys out of your bag. Nate smiled down at you, debating with himself if he should ask for your number or not.
“Thanks for asking me to stay and skate,” he responded earnestly. You were both staring at one another, neither really wanting to say goodbye first. You caved though, not sure where to go from here.
“Have a good weekend Nate,” you said softly.
“You too coach,” Nate said, and turned around to walk toward his car. Before he got too far from you though, he stopped and turned back toward you. “Hey Y/N, can I get your number? You know, just incase I ever need to get ahold of a coach,” he wanted to cringe at his pathetic explanation for wanting your number.
“Don’t you have the other coach’s numbers?” you asked, challenging him. He met your stare, and decided to go out on a limb to test the waters.
“Can I get your number, so I can talk to you outside of practice than,” he said, a little nervous for your response. A blush then rose to your cheeks, that you were hoping was still hidden from the cold of the rink. You nodded though, accepting his phone when he handed it to you and putting your number in it. You handed it back and smiled shyly at him.
“See you later Nate,”
“Bye Y/N,” he said quietly, noticing that your cheeks had become a tinge pinker. He smiled to himself as he walked back to his car. Maybe you were just as interested in him as he was in you.
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#nhl imagine#nhl x reader#nhl fanfiction#nhl fic#nhl imagines#nathan mackinnon imagine#nathan mackinnon x reader#nate mackinnon imagine#nate mackinnon x reader#cutting edge
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I want to try edging with Nathan Mackinnon. Like edging him or him edging you or doing it to you so you do it back?? Idk. it just seems very hot and intense and passionate and oooh I am feeling things just thinking about the presence of mackdaddy
I very much agree with everything you just said
(smut below the cut)
nate was sometimes a bitch
whether it was in bed or out of it, sometimes he did really annoying things
so to get back at him for the stunt he pulled last night, you thought you'd give him a taste of his own medicine
you started it by acting like you were just going to blow him
it was honestly something he'd come to expect from you, so you wanted to make him regret thinking that
hollowing your lips around him, you sucked his dick into your mouth, licking at his tip whenever you pulled back
nate sat back, relaxed as ever, one hand in your hair as he helped guide your motions
the other hand rested behind his head and he looked down at you with a cocky smirk
just when you felt him get closer, you sucked particularly hard at his tip, pumping the rest of his length with your hand
"fuck babe I'm gonna come"
and that was all you needed before you pulled off of him
"woah, what are you doing?"
clearly not expecting you to stop so abruptly, he snapped his eyes open and glanced down at you with a confused expression
"are you forgetting what you did last night? did you really think I was just gonna suck you off that easily?"
apparently he had forgotten what he did last night as the wheels in his brain turned as he remember denying you an orgasm nearly four times
"baby don't do this to me right now. what do you want me to say? I'm sorry? Because I am"
acting like you were satisfied with his answer, you lowered your mouth on him again and felt him reach that peak quickly enough
pulling back for a second time, you crawled up his lap as he let out a loud groan
"I don't think you are sorry nate"
shuffling out of your pants, you slid onto nates dick in one fluid motion, his length stretching you out completely
you kept a slow pace, moving your hips to hit all the right spots in your body, not even thinking about nates pleasure
"please move faster babe, you're killing me here"
nates hands gripped your hips tightly and tried to move you against him, but you fought back
"I'm sorry, okay? I promise I won't do it again" he was nearly begging by now
letting his head fall back against the couch cushion in agony, you began to pick up your pace to one that you could both benefit from
"please don't stop now I'll die if you do"
you thought about stopping, just to fuck with him some more, but you were too tightly coiled and needed release
so you let both of yourselves fall over that edge until you went limp in his lap and leaned your forehead against his
"doesn't feel so good does it baby?"
"god you're in for it next time"
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16 from the random list with tyson jost please!
For as long as JT Compher has been your friend, it’s a bit odd you’ve never met the team.
At least, that’s what JT told you, one evening during a Harry Potter marathon.
“I always invite you, but you never come. That’s weird, Y/N.”
To be honest, it’s not something you’ve ever really thought about. You’re sure JT’s teammates are great guys, but you’ve got your own social circle and you’ve never been super interested in extending that circle. Sure, when JT walked into the coffee shop you work at, he kinda accidentally became your friend and you weren’t gonna turn him away, but you’re not praying every night that you’ll end up best friends with a whole hockey team.
However.
JT can really put on the puppy eyes when he wants to and that’s how you ended up meeting his team anyway, after a game you attended in some bar that’s just dodgy enough that nobody is likely to bother the guys.
Of course, you are right: the guys are great and between the relaxed vibe of the bar, the bottles of beer that seem to keep coming and the chirping you manage to slip right into, you find yourself roped into a bi-monthly “team hang” that seems to include half the team holed up in Nathan MacKinnon’s house, playing video games.
If you’re being completely honest with yourself, there’s one reason you let JT drag you to Nate’s get together, and that reason is currently sitting next to you on the couch, plastered against your side and eating literally all of the popcorn.
Tyson Jost is not only incredibly cute, he’s also really sweet, easy to talk to, and very funny. It turns out you have many things in common – growing up in a single parent household and accidentally becoming JT’s besties amongst them – and you knew about an hour after you met him that he was going to be a very important person in your life.
If only JT would stop smirking at you in that typical “you ain’t sly” fashion.
About halfway through the night and two beers in, you snap.
“Is there something you wanna say, Compher?”
The room instantly falls quiet; you already found out there’s nothing the Avs guys love more than a little drama, and Gabe is the first one that perks up.
“What is it, JT?”
“Oh, nothing,” JT drawls, one corner of his mouth lifted in a half smirk. “I just find it funny that my best friend hasn’t even looked at me all night.”
“Are you talking about Y/N or Josty?” Andre asks, innocently and not at all helpful.
“Both, it seems.” JT seems very proud of himself, but you simply glare at him.
“That’s cause Tyson is my favorite, J.”
Now it’s Tyson that perks up next to you. “Really? You met me yesterday.”
“Yes, and I would die for you. Next question?” you shoot in JT’s direction.
JT shrugs. “Nah, I think my work here is done.”
You sink back into the couch and watch someone – Nate? – murder Sammy’s character in game, and that gets the attention off you both; EJ makes a snide remark and suddenly everyone is chirping and yelling again.
It’s not til an hour later, that you’re standing in the kitchen to get another round of drinks, and there’s an amused voice from the kitchen door.
“Die for me, eh?”
You swirl around, pointing the top of the beer bottle at Josty and narrowing your eyes. “Don’t start with me. You might be my favorite Avs player now because JT is being a jerk, but it’s a close call.”
Tyson laughs and steps closer, taking one of the beers from the counter.
“How about if I take you out on a date tomorrow?” he asks, raising one eyebrow. “Would that put me pretty securely in first place?”
“Depends on the date,” you grin, quickly resting your hand on the top of his arm, and Tyson smiles.
“Guess I gotta bring my A game.”
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Describe your dream fic. The one thing you would die to read at this very moment.
oh, hmmm, i’m so bad at this--the worst part of any fic exchange is thinking about prompts.
But in general, I think I want more AUs? Like, I am an AU writer and reader to the bone, and I feel like in general hockey doesn’t do AUs much. But where is my space opera? Where is my fantasy epic? Where is my Ocean’s 11 AU? Something like that.
Actually, I’d love that--a heist fic! Any team would work--while the Pens I feel like would probably be competent, there’s a part of me that would really like the story of the ramshackle Avs heist team, who are all down on their luck or getting out of jail or out of the game, but then they’re brought together for the Big Heist and steal it all from the bad guys! (Featuring EJ, driver; Mikko, hacker; Tyson Barrie, expert grifter or maybe just a really good accidental seducer; Nate MacKinnon, point man, Gabe Landeskog, their fearless leader who certainly does not spend more of his time than he should glaring at the many many people Tyson is flirting with, and assorted young guns trying to make their names who have to learn what it really means to be a thief).
Alternatively, I will always want my grand fantasy Sid/Geno epic. Those two were just made for quests and undying loyalty and fight scenes and round tables and jousts. Arthur and his Lancelot; or maybe the greatest two knights of the round table, steadfast and chivalrous and true. But Sid, Geno knows, will always place his oaths above all else, and that includes Geno, and Geno, Sid knows, deserves more than what Sid can give him, when he can have all the fair ladies in the land...
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and the avs :)
ok magn, i’m a bitch who is lazy too and i only chose players that i could actually comment on – also links for you! enjoy!
tyson barrie: my son!; i love him and would die for him even if he does have the shortest sideburns in the nhl; also terrorizes friends w power tools! – i think about this daily!
erik johnson: big horny ‘horse girl’ ej; i just want you to meet my grandma ( @hockeybuns ) so she can bake u cookies to fit in between your tooth gap
sven andrighetto: sings! baby! as! a! karaoke! song!; small but would definitely kick my ass; THE! BOY! HAS! A! SILVER! MEDAL!
alex kerfoot: a harvard grad; tries to maintain his Frat Boy™ persona and all i can think about is this
blake comeau: my colorado dad – that is all
nikita zadorov: IS! SO! ADORABLE! especially w his kid which is so crazy to think about bc he looks like he’s 19 and not 23
tyson jost: ’my sweet boy let me show you the world’; also my son!
colin wilson: sings ‘shoop’ as a karaoke song; how Iconic™ amirite?; saved from the preds sorry magn
nate mackinnon: sid’s Summer Boyfriend™ and any boyfriend of sid’s is a friend of mine; my heart melts when i see him w dogs
jt compher: he could honestly get it from me any time, any day, and in any way
mark barberio: he is so very attractive and that’s purely the only reason he made it into my commentary
gabe landeskog: the sassiest swede whom i would sacrifice myself for
mikko rantanen: ’can’t knock [him] over with a pail of water’; a! finnish! puppy! dog! who! deserves! the! world!; additionally, i would die for him
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Beth! I must tell you my story: I used to think that Tyson Barrie was kind of weird looking and now, thanks to you and your love for him, I want to, like... Ride him
oh my god - you made my day with this, i kept thinking about it and laughing while grocery shopping and probably looked like an idiot but it’s FINE
and listen, i hope this ends up being my legacy on this blue hellsite, but falling in love with Tyson Barrie happens in several stages:
1. #RELATABLE - you discover Tyson Barrie in some gifset looking at Gabe Landeskog with heart eyes, describing frozen yogurt toppings in depth, or getting called out for hitting on all the boys instead of interviewing them. He refers to Landeskog as “a stallion” on camera, while blushing. You think wow, this is the first hockey player you can really relate to on a personal level, as you too, engage in at least 2 of the 4 above activities on a regular basis.
2. Smile City Bitch - it happens slowly, but you begin to realize that watching videos, looking at pictures of, or just seeing Tyson’s name brings a smile to your face. It’s weird, because he’s not even that good looking - you think - but you kind of just like looking at his face and the sound of his laugh. It’s fine, really. This is the part where you probably discover his epic friendship with Nate MacKinnon and you’re like… why do I find these average looking, ridiculous white boys so endearing? You don’t even like the Colorado Avalanche, you live on the other side of the country (or the world) and they aren’t winning games and… IT’S FINE
3. Hockey Shit - So now you’re an Avs fan, you’ve fallen in love with their rookies and know that there’s only one goalie that matters on their roster (it’s Bernier, for the record) and low and behold, Tyson is actually pretty good at hockey. Like, one of the team leaders in assists, top scoring defenseman, shit like that. It’s… it’s fine, okay, and it’s not like you have a competency kink or anything. Obviously.(Of course, Tyson also can’t play at worlds because he injured himself WRESTLING IN HIS HOTEL ROOM and you wonder if there’s something the opposite of a competency kink?? An incompetency kink??)
4. Oh no, He’s Hot - For me, it was this godforsaken video. Who knows what it will be for you, but you’ll just randomly come across a photo of Tyson and get this feeling low in your belly that only means bad, bad things. All of a sudden his smile gives you butterflies, and you could write sonnets about his eye brows and his cheekbones and the way his hair looks (sometimes lol). You don’t know if it’s his charisma or if you were just blind this entire time, but Tyson Barrie is hot, and you think that maybe everyone tricked you into thinking Gabe was the hottest Av.
5. #MARRIED - This is it, Beth Status. You’re listening to games, cheering when you get a notification on your phone that Tyson got a goal or an assist. You’re a little bit in love with half the Avs roster, but everything Tyson does makes you kind of want to die. Things like weird christmas work out videos, awkward boyband style photo shoots, game day suits, and being a dick to people on insta/twitter have you freaking out and sending links to your friends that you have dragged into this mess with you. You’ve reblogged every post featuring Tyson several times. You own at least one item of #4 Avs merchandise. You want to like, ride him. Welcome to hell.
#god im a mess#but like whatever#me and em created a specific category of hot#on our other blog#because of tyson#tbear#hockey#mine#mine:hockey#avs#tyson barrie#Anonymous#beth's got mail
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bEEE I l o v e the 'team kisses Sid for luck' and I want to combine that with the touch starved-turned-craving Sid AU to get the Team of All Cuddles who take care of their captain. Flower (yes, he is a Pen forever) sleeps on Sid in planes and buses and gives Sid sleepy kisses all the time, Tanger slings his arms over his shoulders, Phil gives the snuggliest, softest hugs and shoulder rubs until Sid is practically purring, and the result of the boys follow suit. The rookies are a bit weirded (1/?
out, because that's their captain draped across two guys on a coach with another petting his hair (duper or haggy), but then Sid gives all the rookies forehead kisses and they're ready to die for him. Jake and Olli sit at Sid's feet or between his legs when he talks, like puppies, and even other teams or players that know Sid well join in. (Hence Ovi stealing a good luck kiss and Sid's "summer (not)boyfriend" Nate Mackinnon jumping on him for piggyback rides). But Geno is the most protective (2?
and the most possessive- he's constantly touching Sid, resting his hands on his back, moving him where Geno wants him to go, smacking his ass, hooking his chin over Sid's shoulder, demanding hugs, tangling their feet together, stealing two or three good luck kisses with tongue and ALWAYS calling snuggles or pulling Sid into his lap. Because at the end of the day, Sid loves all the affection from his boys, his team, but Geno's the one he loves, who he comes home to and wants touch from most (3/?)
Cue Geno taking care of Sid- sweet, soft snuggles with Sid's head in Geno's lap or just being soft boys in general, but also. Geno eating Sid's ass till he cries, playing with him and leaving dark bruises everywhere to lay Geno's claim on Sid. You better believe there isn't an inch of Sid Geno hasn't had his hands (or mouth) all over, and he does like to remind everyone on occasion that Sid is thoroughly his. Sid knows it, too, knows Geno is hopelessly devoted and snuggles him all the more.(4/4-
this is the kind of shit i love
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do you have any good fic recs? like maybe auston/mitch? i dont seeenough of it outside ur blog :(
yes i’m always good for recs! i’m highkey fucking picky about what i read though but i guess that’s good?
anyway yes here we go (in order of ratings G - E) ((also under a cut bc it got Long oops)
heart in the hands of the city - theundiagnosable (rated G)
this one is…… so good lmao! i wanted to write a fic like this but i read this and now i will not bc this is …. amazing. it’s so cute like sappy and hilarious some bits made me genuinely laugh out loud, which i don’t do that often
Hey Batter Batter - ConfusedPumpkin (rated T)
i love cafe/bakery aus. i loveeeeeee different sports aus. guess what? this is both. this is actually a jo drouin/nate mackinnon fic but with a healthy side helping of auston/mitch and it’s really cute tbhhhh like….. achingly sweet !!! defs a feel good fic i love it sfm
the a-to-z of you and me - capebretons (rated M)
WOW this one gave me Depression but in a good way??????? i love love love this author’s works so fcking much and this one was so….. sweet and lovely and i couldn’t help myself from crying a lil when i first read it it’s so.. good lmao i went and reread the start as i was figuring out which fics to put on this list and lmao i cried
knees were breathin’ heavy (and so were we) - absention (rated E)
HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG THIS ONE>…………………. made me ship auston/mitch lmao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love their size difference and this……………. fucking………… fic………………………………… is so hot i fucking cannot even write more just. wow
someone that loves you - capebretons (rated E)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay so this one is actually kind of a sequel to a mcstrome fic but ?? read it anyway it’s so fucking good holy shit…………….. the way the author wrote mitch i really cried he’s so soft and i wanted to protect him so much i love,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, this fic so fcking much i die every day thinking about it
okay ya that’s the Best auston/mitch fics out there imo,,,,,, there’s plenty of other good ones on ao3 in their tag i’m just a picky bitch and these r my faves
also a lot of the people i follow post a lot of mitch/auston but i’d recommend following any of the hockey blogs i follow and having a squiz bc most of them looove the baby leafs
blogroll here
#q and a#this is so long bye idk why#Anonymous#also lmk if you want other ships i have soooo many good fics saved/in my history
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