Note: updates are inconsistent 'cause I got stuff going on life
NHL Imagines and One Shots. This may contain smut so yeah (every other story is smut, by the way.) Idk what else to say here. Have fun reading.
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-Nathan's POV-
I exited the arena and sighed as I walked to my car. Another loss. Another game that should've been won, but wasn't. All because of me. Another drive back home down the the dark Denver roads. What else is new?
My headache worsened after I got in the car and I shook my head as I put the keys in the ignition. I normally don't feel this bad after losing a game—after all, it's just a game—but tonight was different. I haven't been playing my best the past couple games and it's shown in the result of each one.
I know everyone gets the shanks sometimes, but this is just sad. All of our recent victories have been close, and so have most of our losses. Just knowing that the outcome could've been much better if I did just one thing differently, or maybe thought a little longer.
I was about to keep thinking when I realized I should probably focus on driving and not on whatever the hell happened tonight. After all, Y/N clearly wouldn't want me to get distracted and get in a car accident on the way home. Or at least I hope so.
As much as I love hockey and being an NHL player, I sometimes wish I hadn't gone this route. Games like tonight make me feel so angry at myself. Sometimes the highs are too high and the lows are too low, I guess.
I was almost at our neighborhood when I approached the local convenience store. Hesitating, I tried not to drive there but I gave in. I walked toward the door and paused before making up my mind. Fuck it. I got inside and bought some beer before taking it back to my car and continuing to drive home.
A few minutes passed and I found myself pulling into the driveway. It was pretty late so I made sure to be quiet while entering the house. I put my groceries and stuff away before walking down the hallway to see if Y/N was still awake.
I opened the bedroom door to see that my girlfriend was asleep so I closed it and went about my business in the living room. I was left alone with my thoughts and I opened one of the cans of beer and drank away as I sat on the couch. Why I felt compelled to drink right now? I don't know. I rarely ever drink. But tonight was different.
I kept thinking about the past few games. Win or lose, I haven't been doing my best. Every new thought I thought I was treated with another sip, another gulp. One can turned into two, two turned into more, and pretty soon I felt myself getting really drunk.
-Y/N's POV-
I got out of bed and picked out some clothes then walked to the bathroom to take a shower. The door was partially closed so I opened it completely to see my boyfriend slumped over the toilet. He was making some strange noises and it really seemed like he was struggling to stay awake. I crouched down and gently caressed his neck.
