detroit red wings imagines *slow updates*

just relax - moritz seider

request for @HolyCheeriosBroski

opening the door to silence should be slightly unnerving with a boyfriend that lives with you, but after what seemed like the longest day of my life, it was perfect.

i took off the shoes that had been caging my feet in pain the whole day and sighed in relief as my feet could relax. i made my way our room and changed out of my uncomfortable work clothes and pulled on a pair of sweats and one of mo's shirts.

i lay back on my bed and take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment. that's when i hear the door open and slam close seconds after. a couple of storming footsteps come closer and soon mo is standing in the room.

i open my eyes and lift my head to look at him.

"stressed?" i asked

"yeah. you?" he asks.

i nod my head before plopping it back down on the pillow. i knew mo was going to be pretty stressed out these next few days. after their losses against toronto and buffalo, it was common knowledge they were going to be pushed hard in order to start producing.

there's silence for a bit, only some shuffling and drawers opening and closing before i feel the bed dip beside me. mo's arms reach over and fall across me.

"we just need to relax, eh?" i joke, noting that we're both so stressed out. i look over at mo, who's eyes are closed.

"we should go to a spa" mo mutters. i want to laugh at the image of mo in those clay masks with cucumbers over his eyes, but the thought of a spa day doesn't sound too bad.

"i have some skin care stuff at home, you wanna have a spa day?" i ask. his eyes open with a little glint and a small smile breaks out on his face.

"will you put those funny masks on me?" he wonders. i nod with a smile as we both move to get out of the bed.

"you go the living room, put a movie on or something i'll be out in a second." mo nods and leaves the room. i go to our shared bathroom, pulling open a drawer where i keep everything.

i enter the living room with a collection of sheet and clay masks, scrubs, and any other possible gadgets that could be used. i set them on the table in front of the couch and plop myself beside mo.

"choose what you want, i'll pick mine, and then we can put it on each other and maybe we'll do massages i don't know," i ramble. mo starts by picking up a small container filled with a green clay mask.

"this one." he says. i laugh lightly.

"why this one?" i ask curiously. mo shrugs, "cause when you put it on me, i'll look like an alien." i let out a loud cackle at his reasoning, but agree to put it in his face nonetheless.

after pushing his hair back with a spare headband, i open the container and gather the mask on my fingers, then spreading the mask across his face. he's surprisingly still as i apply it.

"alright, all good." i say once i've finished covering his face completely. he opens his eyes and smiles. i pick up the mask i want and hand it to him.

"please don't get it everywhere," i plea. "i'm not going to." he declared. i feel the cool mask spread across my face and i hold in a giggle.

i feel mo's hands leave my face as he finishes. "turn your back to me." mo says and i nod, shifting my body around on the couch.

his hands come up and land on my shoulders, slowly massaging the knots out of them. i make a slight noise in satisfaction as the tension leaves.

after a while i tap his hands to let him know he can stop. "we should probably go wash these off now, mines all dried up." both mo and i walk to the bathroom, taking turns washing off the masks until our faces were clear.

"man, i really needed this." mo says, smiling at me through the mirror. i nod, drying my face off.

we return to the couch once we're both done, plopping down with each other. my body finds it way closer to his and curls into him. his arms rest around me, soothingly rubbing back and forth along my back.

"thanks for doing this mo," i say, feeling my eyes start to droop.

"you're welcome baby," is his response. it was only a matter of time before i dozed off, comfortable beside him.