NHL Imagines

Chris Kreider

Sitting on the couch, in a pair of underwear and a huge t-shirt, eating lucky charms and watching every reality show your TV will provide.

It's been a week since your heart was broken by an inconsiderate asshole who you dated for almost 2 years.

You came home from a business trip and saw him having sex with some whore in your bedroom. Since then, you've been staying at one of your best girlfriends' apartment and sulking. You told your boss you had the flu and he understood, but this was even worse than a stomach virus.

Your best friend, Brooke, has been trying to comfort you as best as she could, and despite all of her hopeful attempts, she fails to cheer you up even the slightest bit.

The only person you wanted right now was your BEST friend, Chris. You met Chris back in elementary school, and the two of you have been inseparable ever since. Right now, he was on a 9 day road trip with the Rangers, and you watched every single game on TV. It was towards the end of the road game streak, and you were expecting him back. You haven't told him yet, and you were slightly afraid to tell him. Chris warned you when you started dating your ex, that he was no good and he was a total douche. You of course, chose to ignore him because you are too blinded by so called love. Chris was gonna say 'I told you so', and you and your stubborn personality were going to have to suck it up and be wrong.

~~~

"Hey babe. How are you feeling." Brooke cooed softly as she walked into the apartment, dropping her many shopping bags on the floor.

"Emotionless." You responded bluntly, sounding much like an evil witch or something.

"I know, hun. I'm sorry to see you like this, and things will get--"

"I just want Chris to be here." You said, in a monotone voice, cutting her off mid sentence.

"Wait, you want Chris?! Will that make you feel better? Because I can totally do that for you!" She almost yelled with excitement. You haven't been the most pleasant person this past week, so any sort of communication was rare and appreciated.

And with that, she was gone. She left without saying another word and you haven't seen her in about 45 minutes. You were still laying on the couch, not quite sure if you should get up, or stay where you have been.

~~~

The front door opened and you heard two voices and feet shuffling. You heard one voice and you knew immediately it was Chris.

You couldn't quite make out what Brooke was saying, but you heard her whisper something to Chris.

"Hey kiddo." Chris said, quietly, walking over to where you were curled up on the couch. He sat next to you and began rubbing your back soothingly.

"Hi." You told him, not adverting your eyes from the floor.

"I heard what happened and--" You just broke down after those words. Sobbing. You weren't really a big crier, and this week wasn't spent with much tears.

You sat on his lap, his big, strong arms wrapped protectively around your fragile body, as your head was buried into his chest.

He knew you weren't really the emotional type, so he was bit taken back by your sorrowful actions, but nonetheless comforted you with all he had.

~~~

You and Chris sat there for about 2 hours, tangled up in one another's embrace, just talking about everything; life, hockey, love, childhood memories, dreams, and future plans.

All of a sudden, he shoved you off his lap and ran into your room to grab something. He emerged with a speaker and his phone, and nice, big goofy Kreider smile on his face.

Him smiling immediately made you smile. It always did. No matter the situation.

He typed something in on his phone and connected the speaker, before a familiar guitar riff was blaring through your friend's apartment.

Oh no, was all you could think when he looked up and had a mischievous smile, grabbing both your hands and pulling you onto your feet.

ACDC's You Shook Me All Night Long was playing loud, and all you could do was think back to 9th grade, when you and Chris became obsessed with this song and created a whole sequence of dance moves and listened to it every single day.

"Come on, Y/N. You have to" He said, while the guitar intro was coming to an end.

"I'm not doing it, Christopher." You said with a straight face.

"Oh yes you are!" He continued.

"I'm not in the mood it's not happening." And just as you said that, the first bang of the drums came on and you did your infamous air drum symbol and started doing the head motions Chris and you strategically choreographed.

You sang the first verse while Chris played his air instrument of choice, and visa versa for the second verse.

She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean, she was the best damn woman that I've ever seen!

You screamed the lyrics just as you usually would, forgetting about all the drama in your life.

She had the sightless eyes tellin' me no lies, knocking me out with those American thighs!

Chris threw his head back in laughter as you two danced around the room, acting like the big children you were.

The song continued and your mood was brought up by 1,000 times.

CAUSE THE WALLS START SHAKING THE EARTH WAS QUAKING MY MIND WAS ACHING AND WE WERE MAKING IT

And on cue, you and Chris hit the first drum note like you always did.

~~~

A little while after your kitchen concert, you were watching a movie, back at Chris' apartment, snuggled into his chest, wishing you could stay just like this forever.

"Hey, Y/N?" Chris asked, looking at you intently.

"Mhmm?" You responded, focused mainly on the movie displayed on the screen.

"I know this might be too soon but, I really like you and I have since the day we met." He confessed, pouring his heart out.

"Really?" You asked in disbelief.

"Yes." He said, smiling from ear to ear.

"I guess you could say the feelings are mutual." You spit out before crashing your lips onto his.