"It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?"
― L. M. Montgomery
Imagines about our beloved hockey players.
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Warnings: Pouty Alex, that should be enough of a warning.
Word Count: 1.8K
Requested: Yes.
Your eyes follow the line of trees, the sun shining brightly from above. It's the peaceful, quiet days like these that you appreciate the most. You look to the left, a smile appearing on your face when you catch Alex already looking at you. His hand finds yours, giving it a slight squeeze. "You see something you like?" you ask him, sending a wink his way. Alex just laughs at you, shaking his head. "Maybe, maybe," he says, a sly smile on his lips.
You cock your head to the side, eyebrows raised in question. "Oh, do you need to look a little longer?" you ask, stepping in front of him. Alex stops walking, his hand cupping your face. "Maybe I do need to look a little longer at you. Do you mind?" he asks, thumb brushing over your cheek. You shake your head at him, softly pressing your lips on his. "I don't mind at all, you can look for as long as you want," you whisper against his lips.
Alex wraps his arms around your shoulders, hugging you close to him. His lips brush over your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body. "Last one to reach the top has to do the dishes tonight," he whispers against your ear, before swiftly turning you around, and running off.
You stand there for just a second, completely dumbfounded by what just happened. "Oh shit!" you curse, running towards the direction Alex took off in. "That dude thinks he's so freaking smart," you mumble underneath your breath. He's smart, you don't doubt that at all, but apparently he forgot you run 5 miles almost every day. He might be the hockey player here, but he certainly isn't a runner.
It takes you less than a minute to catch up with Alex. He really made this harder for himself than he should've, carrying the heavy bag containing the food and stuff for the small picknick you had planned. You run past him, flashing him a wide smile. "See you at the top, baby!" you yell, pushing yourself to go even faster. You can hear Alex cursing from behind you, which only makes you laugh harder.
You're the first one to reach the top, throwing your hands up in the air. "That's how we do it!" you shout into the open air. You turn around, only to come face to face with Alex and his pouty bottom lip. "Oh no, don't do that," you beg, knowing he'll be like this the rest of the day. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he mumbles, shrugging his shoulders.
You reach out, grabbing his pouty lips between your fingers. "Don't pout like that, baby. You were the one who wanted to race," you tell him, letting go of his lip. Alex sighs, his hand brushing through his hair. "It's just not fair, y/n!" he whines. You try your hardest to keep the laughter bubbling inside of you at bay. "You were the one who turned me around and ran off, Alex!" you laugh, no longer able to hide your grin.
Alex grumbles something under his breath. You simply shake your head at him, he's adorable when he loses so you aren't really bothered by his childish behaviour. "Let's find a place to eat our food, okay?" you ask him, trying to lighten up the mood a bit. Alex nods his head, looking around for the perfect spot.
