NHL Imagines

Carey Price - #31 Montreal Canadiens

Hellooooooo everyone! So this one was sparked by my brother benching Price in his NHL 15 game because of a 5-4 OT loss. (I was pissed at my bro but it's not my game so watcha gonna do) So here is Price!

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"Babe! I'm home!" You hear Carey yell through the house as he closes the front door behind him.

"In here!" You yell from the living room as you switch the TV from the Tennis network to the NHL network. You hear him slide his shoes off and walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. You hear a beer open and the top thrown away. "Can you get me one?" You yell through the house. You hear the fridge open again and a second beer open and the top thrown away.

"Here babe," Carey says as he hands you a beer and sits down next to you on the couch. You take the beer from your boyfriend, in a suit, and take a sip. "Did you watch the game?" He asks, leaning back on the couch and looking at you.

"I did. I wish you guys won though," you answer curling up next to him. You put your hand on his chest and he moves his arm around you. The Canadiens lost 3-2 to the Florida Panthers.

"We didn't play well," He says quietly, taking a sip of beer and rubbing your back.

"I'm sorry Carey," you say sadly, rubbing your hand over his chest. "Is there something that I can do to cheer you up?" You ask, setting your beer on the coffee table in front of you.

He nods his head no but then says, "Wait. Actually could you make me some of your really good chocolate cake?"

"Of course Babe. Lemme see if we have all of the stuff I need," you say grabbing your beer, getting up off the couch and heading to the kitchen. You hear Carey follow you and then see him sit down at a bar stool at the counter. You check the fridge and luckily everything you need is there so you pull it all out. "Do you want it super chocolatey?" You ask already knowing he will say yes. You know after they lose a bad game, he always wants a piece of your home made chocolate cake.

"Yes please," he says excitedly. "This is already making me forget how bad I was tonight."

"Carey, you weren't bad tonight. Your defense sucked, no offense, so you had way too many shots on goal that you needed to block," you say starting to crack eggs and whisk with butter.

"But I shouldn't have to rely on having a really good defense every night to block shots. I should be able to do that on my own," he says somewhat annoyed, rubbing his hands on his face while his elbows stay on the counter.

"To be able to win the cup and consistently win, you need to have a good defense and depth to block shots and get in plenty of shots on their goal. Right now, you guys don't have that," you explain as you mix all of the ingredients together.

"I can't deal with this criticism right now! I already feel bad enough that we lost I don't need you telling me how much we suck!" Carey explodes before he walks angrily up the stairs to your shared bedroom. You hear him slam the door shut.

"I was just trying to make you feel better about yourself," you whisper as you bake the cake. After it's done baking and cooling with a large amount frosting on it you cut a piece, putting it on a plate and grab a fork. You walk up the stairs to your bedroom and take a deep breath before slowly opening the door. "Carey?" You ask as you step into your room. You see him laying on top of your sheets, on his side of the bed, playing on his phone while it charges. At the sound of his name he sits up and turns off his phone.

"Hey," he says quietly. "Look I'm-" he starts.

But at the same time you say, "Carey I'm-" you both chuckle slightly and blush.

"You first," Carey says politely.

"Okay. I'm sorry for telling you that your team sucks. It doesn't. I was just trying to make you feel better by explaining to you that it really isn't your fault. But I don't think I did it the best way. And I made your cake," you say before handing him the piece of cake and the fork.

"Thank you (Y/N)," he says taking the cake from you and setting it on his nightstand. "I'm sorry too. I was being a jerk. You were just trying to cheer me up and I was being a full on asshole to you. You don't deserve to be treated like that. It wasn't your fault that we lost," Carey admits.

"And it wasn't yours either," you say as you kneel on the bed next to him. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him. "You better eat that cake. I made it special," you say as you wrap your arms around his neck, your elbows resting on his shoulders.

He laughs and says, "Only because you made it special," he chuckles more. "Of course I will Babe. Thank you."

"You're welcome," you respond smiling.

"I love you," he says staring into your eyes.

"I love you too Carey," you say before you touch your lips to his. The kiss is passionate but short because it is cut off with an incoming call to his phone.

He looks over and picks up his phone to see who it is. "Crap, (Y/N/N). Its Subban. I'm sorry I need to answer this," he says regretfully.

"It's fine," you smile. "I'm going to go cut myself a piece of that cake," you say happily as you stand up off the bed and head downstairs. You pull out another plate and another fork and cut yourself a piece of cake. You take a bite and say, "hmmmmm. Mhmmm that is some good cake." You continue to eat it until there's only a few bites left. Carey comes down the stairs from his phone call, cake plate in hand with half of it gone.

"This is delicious," he says as he sits at the counter. You both finish the cake in silence. You set your empty plate and Carey's in the sink and then walk around the counter, sitting down next to him in a chair. "Babe, I honestly don't know what I would do without you and your amazing cake," Carey says happily.

You laugh and say, "Well, maybe you'll never have to know." You wink and then get up and walk towards the living room leaving Carey in the kitchen surprised but smiling. He follows you in a few moments later and sits next to you in the couch. "What do you wanna watch?" You ask as you flip through the channels.

"Let's watch a feel good movie," Carey says.

"Okay, what about The Blind Side? That's always a good one. We both like that," you say trying to decide on something.

"Yes let's watch that," he responds as he gets comfortable on the couch. You turn on the movie and curl up next to him. The movie starts and Carey wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to him so that your bodies are always touching. "I hope I'll never have to know," he whispers in your ear referring to the comments exchanged before the movie started.

You blush and whisper in response, "me neither." Carey puts one hand on your neck turning your face to his. He leans in and presses his lips to yours delicately yet lustfully. You break apart after a few moments and say, "let's turn the movie off and head upstairs, yeah?" Carey nods his head, grabs the remote and turns off the tv. You both stand up and he grabs your hand in his, leading you up the stairs to your room. He opens the door for you and you know that the rest of the night and hopefully the rest of your future is going to be magical.
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FYI (Y/N/N) is your nickname if you don't know that. Anyways what did you think? I got a little more scandalous in this one. Let me know if you like it more this way or not. Thanks!!  Don't forget to request any if you want a specific person otherwise I'll just do the guys that I like.
-S