#Nathan mackinnon blurb

[mikkomacko]

blurb with nate mack, make it soooo sweet please ❤️🥰☺️

His eyes had been following you all night long. From the moment you met him outside the locker room of Ball Arena, tucked into your white Avs hoodie and leather jacket ready to face the Colorado cold, Nate had stars in his eyes.

He’d put his game-day suit back on, but the top buttons of his shirt were undone and he now wore a wool coat instead of the suit jacket. A beanie that always got left in his car was pulled over his head but his damp blond hair was peeking out from under it, curling up towards his ears like wings.

“Hey,” he simply greeted, right hand coming up to straighten out your necklace. It was a thin gold chain with his number, the 29 now resting comfortably between your collar bones.

You slipped your arms around his waist, stepping into his chest and that right hand now found your lower back, holding you closer.

“Hi,” you replied, tip toeing in your boots to peck a kiss to his lips. “Think you can score that goal a little earlier next time?”

A teasing smirk lifted your lips and you watched the way his eyes followed it, the comforting blue of them lighting up with your smile. “Lucky I didn’t make you wait until a shoot-out.” He replied, knowing how you couldn’t stand the anxiety of watching them.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his little chuckle as he took you by the hand and led you back through the arena to the players parking lot. Most of the guys had left by then, already heading to the roof top bar one of the wives picked for tonight’s celebration. Nate always took the longest to leave after a game, following his diligent and relaxing recovery routine.

By the time the two of you joined the rest of the team downtown, they’d already established a large string of tall tables together and Mikko was drinking champagne straight out of the bottle. He saved two seats for you and Nate, sitting your boyfriend right next to him and letting you sit by the end so you could chat with Mel and Gabe. Of course Gabe and Mikko flittered around, squishing between other chattering teammates or delivering drinks from the bar.

Nate only got up once, kissing the top of your head before heading to the bar. He returned with an espresso martini for you and some light calorie beer for himself. Other than that, he was stuck to his seat with an arm stretched out behind you.

Throughout the night he sipped on his one beer, still sticking to his in-season diet. Even when you needed another martini, he’d send Bo with instructions to put it on his tab, not even sparing the younger boy a glance as he did so.

No he kept his eyes on you. You could feel his gaze on your mouth when you raised your voice over the music to answer Mel or when you laughed along with Susana at the expense of her drunk boyfriend. He watched you fiddle with the number on your necklace, straightening it out or simply rubbing your fingers over the cool metal. But his gaze was never heated, at least not with lust.

It was warm with love.

A glow of morning sun across your cheeks, the rays waking you up after a long night.

“You ok?” You asked him after Susana disappeared to the bathroom with Mel, turning your body towards him until your knees pressed into his spread thighs.

Nate hummed, turning to face you as his eyes flickered over your face like he couldn’t decide where to look. He rested his left elbow on the back of his chair, his foot locking around the leg of yours and he drug you closer.

“Perfect,” he finally replied, fingers finding the loose strands of your hair. He twirled his finger around a lock of curled hair, twisting it around his fingers mindlessly. “You?”

Cheeks flushing with heat, you leaned forward until your nose met his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“You’re being sweet tonight,” you comment, pleasant goosebumps rising on your arms as he continued to play with your hair.

“I’m always sweet.”

You laughed. “Extra sweet, then.”

His chest fumbled with laughter, the breath of his chuckle hot on the crown of your head. Nate stayed quiet and you left him to his thoughts, closing your eyes to simply enjoy the feeling of his body against yours.

You don’t how much time had passed before he pulled you back by the collar of your leather jacket, nudging you to look up at him. Compliant, you met the warmth of his gaze and noticed the way he just seemed to glow extra tonight.

“I love you,” he said, lips curling with a smile. “I don’t think I say it enough but yeah. Love ya kid.”

Giggling, you cupped your hand behind his neck and drug his mouth down to yours.

“Love you more, kid.”

Sealing your lips together, you decided that he does say he loves you enough. But you’ll never complain for him saying it extra.

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[fallinallincurls]

I ADORE Noah MacKinnon you don't understand 🥹 can you write a little something about Nate being a good husband and turning off the monitor and your alarm in the morning to go get Noah up for you and making you breakfast in bed?!

i am LOVING the requests for nate and little noah omg. here you go!

nate wakes up by the familiar sound of cries and whimpers coming through the baby monitor. the clear sign that noah is awake. nate rolls over, gently pulling his arms away from around your body and sees the 5:42 time glaring back at him on the alarm clock. he rubs a hand over his face and before you stir at the sound of your son's cries, nate turns off the baby monitor and your alarm before getting up. you could use the extra sleep so he is going to make sure that happens.

after pulling on a pair of gray sweats, nate pads down the hallway to the nursery and carefully opens the door to see little noah sitting up in his crib, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"hey, bud. good morning." nate murmurs softly, picking the one year old up and holding him close to his body. noah's cries begin to quiet the moment he settles against nate's bare chest. a tired, but loving smile blossoms over nate's lips as he starts bouncing to soothe his little boy. "we're not gonna wake mommy, okay? let's go get you some good and make breakfast for her, yeah?"

noah starts babbling happily, all his tears have dried up and the cutest smile appears on his adorable face. nate kisses the top of his downy reddish blonde hair before heading downstairs. nate moves around the kitchen put noah's breakfast together and then settles him into his high chair.

"alright, noah. eat your breakfast and we can go surprise mommy." nate says, his voice is quiet but full of happiness. noah giggles, reaching for the fruit and cut up pancakes on the tray of his high chair. nate continues talking to noah as he makes all your favorite breakfast foods and pours coffee to make it the way you like as well.

an excited squeal comes from noah, signaling he's finished his breakfast and nate chuckles to himself. he never thought he would be a dad, let alone love every minute of it, but he wouldn't trade this life for anything.

settling his son against his hip, nate carries the breakfast tray upstairs carefully. noah starts playing with the hair at the back of nate's neck and is babbling until nate goes "shushhh!" playfully before walking into the bedroom.

you're sitting up against the headboard and nate can still see the traces of sleep on your face. but you offer him a beautiful, sweet smile and nothing else exists outside of this moment.

"hi bubs! and hi little man! look at the two of you." you greet them both, taking in how amazing nate looks shirtless with your son in his arms and breakfast made for you in the other hand. his hair is still tousled from sleep and the smile on his face is gorgeous.

nate puts noah down on the bed and he quickly crawls over to you as nate places your breakfast on the nightstand and settles next to you. "morning, baby." he whispers, kissing you deeply.

"good morning, bubs. thank you for getting up and getting noah. and for breakfast. you didn't have to do that." you say before pecking his lips one more time. nate shrugs as if it's no big deal but blush colors his cheeks pink. "i love you."

"i love you more. it's the least i could do." he replies, pulling you in closer to him as noah settles in his lap. yeah, nate wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

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[laurenairay]

and prompt 1 with nathan mackinnon!! can’t wait for these! thank youu

I really enjoyed writing this softer side of Nate! Thank you for choosing him for this one, Bre, and I hope you enjoy it!

“You know it’s only you who makes me like this.”

Words: 655

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“Surprise!”

You flinched at the loud shout from your boyfriend, hand clutching over your heart as you stared at him with wide eyes.

“Nathan MacKinnon, you are the worst!” you gasped, batting at his chest with a hand.

“I missed you too,” he snickered.

You rolled your eyes fondly, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him hello, unable to stop yourself from sighing happily as Nate quickly deepened the embrace, one of his hands cupping your face as his tongue slipped past your lips. He’d been gone on a 10-day roadtrip, not due back until – you thought – this evening, but here he was way ahead of schedule. Not that you were complaining, certainly not with the intensity in his kiss.

Eventually you pulled away, head spinning and lips throbbing, Nate looking just as affected as he took a step backwards to give you a little air.

“I thought you wouldn’t be home until tonight?” you said, frowning slightly as you looked up at him.

“There’s a storm due in the time we originally were meant to fly back, so the team managed to organise an earlier flight schedule to get us all back safely. I thought it would be nice to surprise you, with these,” he explained.

And as he pointed to his left, into the kitchen, you raised an eyebrow and wandered into the room…only to stop in your tracks at the sight of the most beautiful bouquet of pale pink peonies, at least two dozen of them bright as anything. They were your favourite flowers without a doubt, and the fact that Nate had remembered that? And wanted not only to buy some for you but surprise you with them? Wow.

“For someone who says he’s not a romantic, you do remarkably well with proving yourself wrong,” you said softly, smiling widely up at him where he was hovering behind you.

“It’s nothing really,” Nate shrugged, although the pleased smile on his lips let you know exactly how much he liked that compliment.

“Nate, please stop selling yourself short. This is incredibly romantic and I love it okay? Almost as much as I love you,” you said firmly, lips still quirked in a smile as you turned to face him.

His small smile spread into a grin, such a rare thing but so genuine, and he ducked his head a little as if to hide it. “I love you too. So much.”

6 months ago he would never have been so open with his feelings. Hell, even 2 months ago he wouldn’t. But the day he finally told you he loved you was a day you’d never forget, and you treasured every moment as much as he did when he was open with you.

“You know it’s only you who makes me like this,” Nate murmured.

“Like what?”

“Soft. Vulnerable. Every other synonym.”

“Someone’s been learning their word-of-the-day calendar.”

“Babe I’m serious,” Nathan said, huffing out a laugh, “I don’t get to be this way around everyone. Mostly because I built up so many walls, pushed everything down, just so I could put my everything into hockey. But you helped me realise I could have both, you know? That I could have everything. So thank you.”

Oh your sweet, sweet man.

He may not feel comfortable expressing his emotions in front of many people, but the fact that he was growing so open and honest with you? It was everything.

With tears stinging at your eyes, you could out a laugh through your smile. “No thanks necessary, okay? You deserve everything and more.”

Nate shook his head fondly, moving to circle his arms around your waist.

“Maybe we both deserve it, hm?” he said simply.

“Maybe we both deserve each other,” you added.

“I like the sound of that,” he grinned.

As he leant down to kiss you again, you couldn’t help but think that you liked the sound of that too.

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[spine-buster]

That Which We Are, We Are | Nathan MacKinnon | Prologue

A/N: HERE IT IS!!!!!  I’ve been waiting so long to post this and I’m SO excited to get this story going!  Though it’s only the prologue, I hope you enjoy!  Let me know what you think!

Nathan MacKinnon would rather be in Halifax than anywhere else in the world, but at this particular moment, he would have rather been playing in the Stanley Cup Playoffs.

That dream was clearly not meant to be this year.  Despite a strong showing and a hard-fought effort, he couldn’t get it done.  He blamed a lot of the failures on himself.  Though he was part of a team – a very good team, filled with friends and mentors and guys he considered his brothers through the ups, downs, and battles they faced together – the pressure he put on himself was immense.  Because of this, he thought it was his responsibility, and his alone, to get it done.  To advance in the playoffs.  To get over the hurdle of the second round, which it seemed his team was perennially stuck in.  Alas, he came short.  As was the story nowadays.  The Colorado Avalanche couldn’t get it done.  Nathan MacKinnon couldn’t get it done.  

Being back in Halifax was always his favourite part of the year, because he loved his hometown and city with all his heart.  But this time around, things stung a little bit more.  Things hurt.  Not anything to do with the city – the city was beautiful, and in the summer, it was even better.  Mentally, things hurt.  The mental weight of not being able to get it done lay heavy on his chest and in his mind.  It started the second his flight landed.  It continued as he passed through customs, got into a taxi to his parents’ house, and walked through their door.  It continued as he woke up in his childhood bedroom the next morning, got into his Range Rover, and drove to his house on Shubenacadie Grand Lake.  It continued as he stood in his house, alone with his own thoughts and deafening silence, not knowing what to do with himself.  

There was only so much he could do.  Plus, he could only wallow for so long until he became a caricature.  It would be on the back of his mind the entire summer, until he got back to training camp and his mind reset – he knew that.  But he also knew he needed to find happiness somewhere.  An equal balance.  Something to focus on other than hockey and his shortcomings.

It would be hard.  

Hockey consumed him.  It was his life.  He was like one of those racehorses with blinders on, not being able to truly see anything around him – especially during the hockey season.  Part of it was that it was how his mind worked; the other part of it was that he knew he needed to be that way.  People like that succeeded – they were able to attain the highest level of glory, which he wanted.  Sid certainly did, which people liked to remind him of constantly.  He reminded himself of it constantly.  Sid already had a Stanley Cup by his age, and was on the road to getting his second and third, which he would win by the age of thirty.  He, at twenty-six, still had more than most – he’d won a Memorial Cup, the Calder and the Lady Byng, and a World Championship – but he hadn’t won the Stanley Cup.  That was Nathan MacKinnon – always coming up short of the ultimate prize.

He stayed in his house alone for a few days, eating whatever healthy food his parents had stocked for him when he told them he was flying home.  He took calls from only them and his sister – his agent knew to leave him alone, as did his nutritionist, trainer…basically everybody else.  It would take a while for him to feel normal again and want to communicate.

It was only after he’d been home for a few days that he ventured to go back outside – to Halifax, specifically, and its downtown core.  Despite it being busy, with people out for work lunches and the like, he flew mostly under-the-radar.  It was why he liked Halifax so much.  People knew who he was, so they left him alone.  They took care of their own.  Of course people still came up to him occasionally, especially people with kids (and he always accommodated the kids), whenever he was back in Halifax, he was left to live his life.  He had parallel parked his car on Bedford Row and began walking with no end in mind.  When he didn’t like the look of the buildings, he walked a block down and found some he did like; when he couldn’t see the water, he walked south so he could see it as the blocks opened up.  

He was wandering.  And he was a guy who didn’t exactly wander.

His stomach began to grumble, so he knew he needed to find a place to eat.  Not willing to go into a restaurant and blow his cover, he slipped into a tiny, unassuming café on Granville Street, along the cobblestone streets of Granville Mall.  It was in a very artsy area of town, near the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design, so he knew being recognized was slim.

He got a table alone.  His waitress was nice, and he ordered a grilled chicken sandwich with fries, and he just kept to himself and his own thoughts.  The café wasn’t too busy – he’d say about half full – and it was only when he was about half-way through his meal that he noticed his waitress interact with another person – a woman, alone just like him, sitting closer to the front display counter and till.  His waitress gabbed enthusiastically with the woman, who had a head of long, long curly hair that was impeccably kept and styled.  She wore a fashionable outfit of a long, sleek blush-coloured blazer (currently hanging on her chair), black dress pants, and a white shirt.  On her feet were a pair of flat, ankle-laced shoes.  Nate was in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and kept his baseball cap on inside.  

Every member of the staff was kind to her.  They all approached her to say hello, apologized about distracting her from her work (she had an iPad Pro perched on the table behind her plate) stayed for a quick little chat, then went on their merry way.  

“What are you working on now?” one waitress asked.

“I’m still working on curating the upcoming exhibit I mentioned last time,” the woman said with a smile.  “It’s almost done!  I’ve been working on it for so long now – I feel like it’s my baby or something.”

“My friends and I are going to get tickets.  When it was announced, we were so excited!”

“Good!  It’s going to be great, if I may say so myself.”

Nate felt like he recognized the woman’s voice.  There was something about it that made it sound familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on where he’d heard it before.  Then, she turned around in her chair to get something out of her purse, and he was able to see her face.  Even her face looked familiar.  Fuck.  She had makeup on, but not so much that it completely covered her features – it was well-done and professional.  He swore he’d seen her somewhere before.  He swore he knew her.

But he couldn’t figure it out.

Nate continued to eat and continued to listen to her interact with the waiters and waitresses.  When he was done and it was becoming socially unacceptable to just be sitting around at his table listening in on conversations while he tried to pinpoint exactly where he knew her, he got up from his seat to approach the till and pay for his meal.  As he waited for someone, he looked over at the woman.  She didn’t notice, as she was focused on her iPad.  He did it a few more times until he was able to tap his card.  He left a hefty tip and put his wallet back into his pocket.

He was supposed to leave.  He was supposed to walk right out the café doors.

Instead, he approached her.  

“Um, excuse me?” he said softly, just loud enough to get her attention.  When she looked up at him from her seat at her table, her eyes were wide and beautiful.  “Hi, I—I’m sorry to bother you,” Nate stuttered out.

“That’s alright,” she said in an equally soft yet confident voice.

“I just—I—do I know you?” he asked.  

“Nope, but I know you!” was what he was expecting to hear.  Everybody said it to him, because he was home in Halifax, because, well…mostly everyone knew him.  But this woman, whoever she was, looked him dead in the eye and shook her head.  “No,” she said definitively.

Nate was slightly taken aback by her directness.  He couldn’t help but let out the slightest of chuckles, mostly out of nerves.  “Sorry, I—I swear I recognize you and your voice, but I don’t know from where.”

The woman smiled – grinned, really, since she showed no teeth.  “I must have one of those faces or voices,” she said politely.  “Sorry I’m not who you’re looking for.”

Nate accepted the reality.  He nodded his head quickly, bringing his hand up as if to wave off his own behaviour.  “Sorry to bother you,” he apologized.  “E—Enjoy the rest of your lunch.  Have a great day.”

“You too, sir.”

Sir.  He’d just been called sir in his hometown.  He wanted to shudder.  

He left the restaurant without another word.  He knew he was in an artsy part of town – and the woman was clearly involved in art, since she was speaking about curating something – but Nate still found it a bit odd that she didn’t recognize him.  Most people did, even if they were polite about it and pretended not to, or only showed they knew who he was at the end of the conversation by calling him by his name or Mr. MacKinnon.  But she didn’t do any of that.  She denied knowing him, didn’t recognize him, had no ideas who he was.

But he was determined to remember where he knew her.

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[eightmakar]

NSFWEEKEND !!! Yayyy ! Thanks for doing it ! Can you please do " if it’s friends to lovers: them knowing exactly what the other likes and doing their best to like do those things" with Nathan Mack! 😘😘

of course!!! i love doing these and i'm so excited!!

this is definitely not based on a friend of mine no definitely not

nsfweekend!!!!

nathan mackinnon going from your best friend to your boyfriend was truly the greatest thing that could've ever happened to you.

he hovered over you, filling you up, letting you clench over every vein and ridge of his cock. he moved slowly, but with intention, looking at you with his brows furrowed as he tried to read your face.

he noticed you flinch after a particularly deep thrust, and he froze. with one of his large, rough hands, he grabbed your smaller hand and tangled his fingers with yours, and with the other, he softly cupped your face in comfort.

"are you okay?" he asked, softly dragging his finger along your cheekbone. he caressed the back of your hand with his thumb, the way he's done for years when he knows you're stressed.

"that one hurt a bit," you told him. "i think we need more lube."

nate was already reaching for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. he carefully pulled out, squirted plenty of lube onto himself, and used his fingers to spread some of the excess over your pussy. he slowly slid back into you. you arched your back up at the contact, enjoying it much more.

"much better," you said with a soft smile.

"good," nate replied, leaning down to kiss you. he tangled his fingers in yours, held your hands over your head, and captured your lips once again as he reestablished his slow, intentional pace.

it was heaven.

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[taking-shots]

broken walls | n. mackinnon (18+)

warnings: this is literally pure filth, idk what else u want me to say

word count: 769 (this was also not proofread in the slightest so pls don’t come for me)

a note from the author: boy oh boy have i been saving this one for a rainy day. i hope u enjoy this as much as i did besties <33

it’s about half past 2:00AM the night of the downtown parade when you and nate finally stumble into his front door.

he’s had too many beers to count, and ej managed to make him take god only knows how many shots of tequila. you’re not so innocent either; the amount of truly’s you had would send a sorority girl into kidney failure, and cale would only take shots if you agreed to too, not to mention the mimosas you, mel, and ashley consumed at breakfast this morning. you don’t know much by this point, but you are for sure horny and so is your boyfriend. the more alcohol he consumed, the more touchy-feely he got, which was extremely rare for his stoic personality.

by the time you left everyone, nate had started full on making out with you while grabbing a handful of your ass. on the ride home, he kept slotting his hand between your thighs, which made you grateful you had chosen the denim shorts to wear this morning instead of the white skirt you originally picked out. your uber drive was young, and he didn’t need to see the avs’ star centre fingering his girlfriend in the backseat. he was already getting a show enough because of nate’s nipping and sucking on your neck and jawline only when you had to pull away from lips to breathe. fast forward to actually getting inside nate’s luxury home, he throws you on the bed and quickly strips himself of the sweat and alcohol champion t-shirt. everything is normal up until his cock is finally freed.

“baby,” he moans, rubbing himself through your soaking lips. “get inside me.” you whine, bucking your hips forward in an attempt to finally feel the familiar feeling of nate deep inside you. “look at me, please.” he practically begs, keeping one hand on his weeping cock. you open your eyes and look at the man in front of you. he’s practically in tears, but you’re not sure from what. “hey, nate, what’s wrong, baby?” you ask concerned, immediately sitting up and softly cupping his cheek. “we don’t have to do anything, we can just go to bed.” nate automatically melts in your touch and relaxes. “no, it’s not that.” he sniffles. “i just…can you…can you just take care of me, please? just for tonight, i promise-“ he starts to ramble and apologize, but you quickly cut him off by pressing your lips onto his.

you kiss him for a moment before gently taking his hand off himself and softly stroking it with your own. he breaks apart from your mouth, nearly releasing right there in your hand. “i’ve got you, sweet boy.” you assure him. “lay back for me.” nate wastes no time in complying, getting comfortable on his side of the bed. “whatever you need, you tell me, yeah?” you tell him softly, straddling him. he nods his head but doesn’t say anything, too focused on how his tip is just begging to inserted inside your soft, warm cunt. “nathan.” you tell him firmly, making his blue eyes look into yours. “tell me you understand.” he knows that you won’t let him inside until he verbally acknowledges what you said. “yeah. yes, i understand.” he tells you.

you slowly sink down on his thick shaft, taking it inch by inch, not used to the feeling of being on top. once your pubic bone is resting at his base, you place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. you stay like that for a moment, thinking about your next move. you’ve been on top for with a few of your exes, but this was different; it wasn’t just about riding him. he needed to know how loved by and special he was to you - he needed to feel it. “you feel so good, baby.” you sigh, beginning to move your hips. “my champion…no one deserves it like you do.” your words were having an affect on nate something serious as his eyes were screwed shut, and his hands gripped the sheet so hard you thought they would rip at any moment.

you knew this wouldn’t last much longer. in fact, you probably wouldn’t even get an orgasm tonight, and that’s was okay with you. nate struggled so much to let people in and tell them how he really felt, so the fact that he finally felt safe enough to ask you what he had obviously wanted for a while now was pleasure enough for you. (besides, you knew nate would undoubtedly wake you up tomorrow with the best morning head.)

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[burkymakar]

hi!! for that prompt list you reblogged, could i request kissing prompt numbers 8 & 20 with nathan mackinnon please?? thank youu 🥰

omg thank you!

Request: 8. "God, i love you" Kisses & 20. "Just woke up" Kisses

You opened your eyes slowly, blinking away the sleep, and it was still dark out. You wanted to go back to sleep, but instead did your morning routine of checking the space next to you, with a flail of your hand.

Nate loved to get up early and go workout, or had to get up early to get to the team plane. Unless it was the offseason, you didn't get the chance for a lazy morning with your boyfriend. Sometimes, though, you patted the empty space and his spot was still warm under the covers.

But this morning, there was no warm spot, instead a warm person.

Your bleary eyes struggled to focus as you turned on your side. In the rising sun, there was Nate still in bed, eyes closed.

"Nate," You greeted sleepily, smiling.

His eyes opened and he smiled back, "hey babe." He leaned over, both of you now on your sides, and kissed you. Who cares about morning breath when he's in your arms?

"I'm so happy you're here." Scooting closer so you can cuddle, you curl in tight. Now that he's still here, he's not allowed to leave. "Normally you're gone by this point."

With a chuckle, he said, "It's early, but daylight saving's, I think. I still gotta go in half an hour."

"But not yet." You confirm, and throw an arm around his torso and kick a leg to intertwine with his. "We can stay here for a bit and enjoy the morning."

But even as you said this, your eyes drifted closed. Damn your sleepy self!

Nate didn't seem to mind, and he instead leaned over and kissed the crown your head. "God, I love you," he murmured, and you fell back asleep in his arms.

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[matthewkniesys]

hellooo!! can you pls do “rubbing comforting circles into their skin” from the what are we? prompts with Nathan MacKinnon? thank you :))

warnings for anxiety, panic attacks

You're sitting on the bathroom floor when you call Nate. It was finals week and you were feeling incredibly stressed and anxious about it . Not knowing where else to turn, since Nate is pretty much your only friend in Denver, you picked up the phone and called him sobbing. You can't really get any coherent words out but he understands. You want him to come. You were there for him when he needs you so he was more than willing to do the same for you.

After calling him, it wasn't getting any better. Your mind was spiralling out and you couldn't stop crying.

After 20 minutes, your front door opens. You knew it was Nate cause he's the only person who has a key.

"Y/n, where are you?" You hear Nate's slightly frantic voice call out. You can't bring yourself to answer him. He'll find you soon enough.

When he does, he comes rushing into the bathroom and scoops you into his arms. You've slightly calmed down because just his presence in your house has made you feel better.

The both of you just sit in silence for as long as it takes for you to come down. He rubs slow, soft circles into your shoulder. It's moments like these where you really realise how much Nate means to you.

Claire's prompt week

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[miracleonice87]

Can you please write a blurb about a domestic and romantic scenario with husband!Nathan MacKinnon, I love your writing! 🥰😘❤

first of all, thank you so much. I can’t tell you how much that means to me! ❤️

OUCH y’all i hurt myself w this one in the best way! 10000% everything i wanna say to Nate right now. congrats to the Dogg – cannot even wait to watch him in the big dance.

combining this one with a request from my lovely @fallinallincurls who asked me to write a blurb about Nate coming home from Edmonton. I hope you both enjoy 😘

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Feelings and the Final with Nathan MacKinnon

After watching Nate practically bounce down the Rogers Place hallway with an enormous grin on his face after sweeping the Oilers, you expected him to be just that bubbly and ecstatic when he got home. Instead, a handful of hours later, he came through the door to find you in the kitchen, grabbing another glass of wine as you waited up for him… and his demeanor wasn’t at all what you had anticipated.

Instead, you barely greeted him with a soft, “hi, bub!” before he easily, wordlessly lifted you up onto the kitchen counter and wrapped his arms around your waist, tucking his face into your neck.

You smiled to yourself – the adrenaline from the win and the celebration seemed to have worn off, and you assumed he was now just tired.

And he was – there was no doubt about that. But there was something else brewing within him, too, and after standing in your arms for a few long moments, still not speaking, you felt a wetness on your shoulder and heard soft sniffles escaping him.

You tightened your grasp on him, arms tightly wound around his shoulders.

Since he was a kid, Nate had felt every emotion more deeply and intensely than most people – when he was happy, he was elated; when he was mad, he was incensed; and when he was feeling sentimental, as you sensed that he was right now, that emotion, too, was to the highest power.

“Let it out, baby,” you whispered, hoping to ground him. “You’re okay.”

Hearing your voice vibrate in your chest brought him more comfort than he could ever explain, more than you would ever know – he couldn’t express his emotions like this around anyone but you. You were his safe place – his haven. Which is why he knew he was bound to break down the moment he saw you, no matter how triumphant he had been in his postgame interviews and on the flight home. You were the only person with whom he could express every emotion that this long-awaited win had brought.

He only needed a couple of minutes, then he was drying his eyes with the back of his hand and sighing deeply, a sign that he was ready to let the feeling go. He stood up and kissed your forehead.

“Thank you,” he said simply. “I’d be lost without you.”

You beamed, smoothing a hand over his lapel. “You’re welcome, baby,” you responded, cupping his cheek as he kissed at your hand. “I’m so proud of you, Nathan – you’re going to the Final!” You squealed, making him giggle and then shake his head in disbelief.

“I know… man, that’s crazy, huh?” he asked rhetorically. Then, he turned serious again. “But, I mean, it doesn’t mean anything if we don’t pull it off.”

You knew that was coming. You slid your hands up his shoulders and around the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you, then pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“I know you believe that. And that’s fine,” you said when you parted, your fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. “But I don’t believe it. I think this was a huge step for you – for all of you. You have worked your fucking ass off for so many years, and look where you are now. Center stage. All the eyes in the world are on you. That is where you thrive, baby,” you reminded him, giving him a gentle shake. He offered a small smile. “And I, for one, cannot fucking wait to watch you live your dream. You’re playing for the Stanley Cup, Nate. I want you to remember that. I want you to enjoy it.”

He nodded, eyes fixed on you, knowing you were right – as always. He smoothed his hand over your hair and leaned in to kiss you.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips, earning a wide grin from you.

“I love you, you whispered back. You snaked your feet around the backs of his knees, now completely trapping him in your grasp. “Listen, I know it’s late, but whattya say we-”

“If you’re about to say ‘go upstairs and celebrate,’ then you don’t even have to ask,” Nate filled in, his lips never moving more than a millimeter from yours.

“Okay, just checking,” you said before he lifted you off the counter, deepening your kiss.

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[harlowhockeystick]

mean!nate with “did you really forget, or are you just saying that?”

february prompts | mean!nate x reader | this one is short :/

"it's been fifteen minutes, where are you?" you ask, sitting in the restaurant, looking like a fool. it was a sad sight, waiting for him at the dinner table that was set for two. this was the third night in a row that you've been left hanging by him.

"what do you mean?" you scoffed, flagging your waiter down from across the aisle of tables. you tap your fingers against the table and you keep reminding yourself it's pathetic to cry over a man who can't even remember a simple dinner date.

"nate this is the third date-"

"shit- i forgot," he admitted through gritted teeth.

"did you really forget or are you just saying that? nate this is the third time, do you know how silly i look sitting here alone?" you open your wallet and hand the waitress a twenty dollar bill before walking out, wrapping your coat around you.

"well if you wouldn't fuckin schedule these in between road games then maybe i'd be able to go," he spat on the other side of the phone. you can just picture nate now, sitting on his couch watching hockey film while you were sitting dolled up at the second best restaurant in that side of denver.

"so you're turning this on me, nathan? no, no way. nate until you fix this i'm not going out with you again." you hung up the phone before he could say something snarky back at you. picking up an uber to go to your place, you saw nate's car sitting in your driveway.

you knew he was going to try his best to make it up to you and because you're not as strong as you'd like to think you are, you will eventually give in. only to have nate forget another date.

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[fallinallincurls]

Nate introducing his girlfriend to Sid :) maybe she spends her first summer with him in Nova Scotia and Sid comes over for a bbq or lunch in the sun to meet her? And her being really nervous but Sid just being so amazing and welcoming.

“babe, he’s like a giant teddy bear. you have nothing to be nervous about, really.” nate reassures you and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“yeah, but he’s also sidney crosby! your best friend and idol! face of the nhl and a generational player!” you exclaim, nerves taking over again as you begin to pace.

“okay true, but forget all of that. he’s just a regular guy who’s my friend and is really excited to meet you. i promise there’s nothing to worry about. he’s gonna love you.” nate tells you, gaze never leaving yours as he pulls you in for a hug.

it’s your first time spending summer back home with nate in nova scotia and although you’ve been living every moment of it so far, you knew this time would come. meeting sid. you’re excited, but also beyond nervous about meeting someone so important to nate.

just then, the doorbell rings and you let out a big breath. you nod against nate’s chest before he breaks the embrace and heads for the door. the familiar sound of happy hello’s and bro hugs can be heard as you round the corner to join nate.

“alright nate, get out of the way. this is who i’m really here to see.” sidney chirps your boyfriend as his eyes settle on you and he offers you the biggest grin. “hi, i’m sidney. or sid, whichever you prefer, and you definitely know that already.”

“it’s so nice to finally meet you, sid. this one here never shuts up about you.” you giggle, pointing at nate who rolls his eyes affectionately while smiling. “i’m y/n.”

“it’s nice to meet you too! i’ve never seen nate so happy before and it’s good to know who’s behind it.” sidney smiles with a laugh that you can’t help but reciprocate. all the nerves you were feeling have completed melted away. nate was right. there was nothing to be worried about. sid is the kindest person you’ve ever met and he’s so welcoming.

“alright enough. you two are just gonna make fun of me all night anyway so let’s get dinner started yeah? sid, anything to drink?”

as you all head towards the back porch to make dinner and enjoy the sun together, you feel a smile tug at the corner of your lips.

“he loves you, you know?” sidney whispers. as if you didn’t already know that. “and i can already tell you’re exactly who he needed.”

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[laurenairay]

party with you - N. MacKinnon

The third of five fics to celebrate The Avs winning the Stanley Cup!

Word Count: 759 words

A/N: No more Mr ‘I haven’t won shit’ – YOU’VE WON NOW NATE! Heart and soul, Nate Mac scoring the tying goal in the final game? *chefs kiss*

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As the countdown to the final buzzer began, you could barely hear the rising chaos around you, your blood rushing in your ears as you watched with bated breath. This was it. This was really happening. This wasn’t just a whisper of a dream anymore.

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

THE AVALANCHE HAD WON!

You found yourself yelling alongside everyone else, happy tears trailing down your cheeks, hands clutching at the nearest people, barely seeing straight as you heard the arena explode with noise, eyes swimming as the boys, your boys, poured out onto the ice. They’d done it. They’d really, finally, done it.

Nate had really, finally, done it.

Time faded into a blur as you drank the champagne pressed into your hand, laughing, hugging and crying everyone and anyone, knowing that it was only a matter of time before you could go down onto the ice to congratulate your boyfriend yourself. Fuck. After all this time, after all the self-deprecation, after all the comparisons and haters and injuries and everything, Nate was a Stanley Cup champion.

That hopeful feeling, dangerous and tempting, had been fizzing away in your blood from the moment that your Nate had scored the tying goal, and you hadn’t even cared that his mom had practically crushed your hand as you all jumped up and down cheering – but you hadn’t dared let that hopeful feeling come out of its fragile cage until the dying minutes of the game. You’d spent too long, too many painful seasons not seeing Nate’s dreams come to fruition, and you knew that if they’d lost this time round, that it would’ve been the most crushing of all.

But they hadn’t lost.

They had won.

The Colorado Avalanche had won the Stanley Cup, and you could only imagine how good your boyfriend felt right now.

Eventually all the family and friends were guided through the arena, and you could finally carefully shuffle onto the ice to congratulate the man who held your heart.

“Nathan!”

You grinned so hard that your cheeks hurt as Nate basically slammed into his dad, hugging him tightly, your laugh a little watery just like his mom’s was, and you let her hand go with a soft squeeze when it was her turn to step forward to hug him. The joy on his face, in his whole being, was everything. It was genuine and raw and perfect, and your heart felt even fuller than normal as you watched his happy smile.

And then it was your turn.

All but throwing yourself at him, arms around his neck and face buried in his throat, Nate just laughed, spinning on his skates in a tight circle as his arms crushed you into his body to keep you off your feet, making you laugh in turn. You could see his parents’ amused smiles out the corner of your eye but you didn’t care – it was all you could do not to start bawling again, just clinging to him to anchor your emotions. You didn’t even care that you were in front of all of the team, the cameras, the crowd, still being held tightly against him with your feet off the ice – this was everything.

“Baby, baby, I did it. We did it,” Nate said happily, squeezing you a little tighter.

By the shaky note in his voice, you could hear that he was barely holding himself together either, and that was enough to encourage you to lift your head to look at him properly.

“I am so proud of you Nate,” you said, eyes stinging with happy tears.

He let out a happy sound, giddy expression not hiding the hope in his eyes. “You are?”

“So incredibly proud. You’re amazing!” you nodded, laughing a little incredulously, “How could I not be proud of you?”

If it was even possible, Nate’s smile spread even wider, and you barely had a moment to smile at him in return before he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply and earnestly. You froze slightly, just slightly, before you melted into his arms, happily kissing him back. He so rarely engaged in public displays of affection like this and there was no way you were going to waste this moment. You lost yourself in his embrace, just letting the joy flow between your bodies, before he eventually slowed the kiss to a few soft pecks.

“I probably have to get back to team stuff – raincheck?” Nate murmured, resting his forehead against yours.

“Raincheck,” you agreed, nodding.

You’d hold him to that.

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[spine-buster]

That Which We Are, We Are | Nathan MacKinnon | Chapter 1

gif credit @/joeydaccord

A/N: I’m so happy that the prologue of this story got such a positive response in terms of notes!  As always, thank you for liking and reblogging -- I love reading your reactions, especially your tags LOL.  The more we learn about Sorcha, the more canon questions you can ask!  Hope you enjoy Chapter 1!

Nate’s mom had made the cardinal sin: she accidentally let it slip that he was already back in town, breaking his cover.  She told one friend, who told his other friends, and soon, his phone was blowing up like fireworks on the fourth of July.  It was constantly buzzing and making sounds – so much so he had to turn it on silent.  He waited one day longer before answering anybody.  Then and only then did he confirm that he was in town and make tentative plans.

Things were still on his mind about the playoffs, and about how he’d come up short on his goal.  He’d finally found the courage to tune into a few games, but when he did, he found himself turning off the TV after only five minutes.  Clearly, he still wasn’t over it.  Despite some time passing, it still stung.  To see his peers still playing, working towards the ultimate goal…he didn’t like it.  He wanted it to be him instead.  He wasn’t scared to admit that.  He wasn’t necessarily jealous of them, but he definitely resented the situation.  It made the feeling of disappointment increase tenfold.

Plus, there was a new situation at hand too, even though it shouldn’t even be a situation.  Ever since he wandered alone through the streets of downtown, he couldn’t stop thinking about the incident at the café and what an idiot he’d been.  The girl was nice enough about it, but it stayed on his mind regardless.  He was still sure he knew her from somewhere.  The curly hair especially.  Plus, her voice sounded too familiar for him to not know her from somewhere.  But he digressed, and let it go…or at least tried to.

Until he thought of something.

His friends wanted to go out for lunch.  And she was clearly a regular at that café.

What if he showed up again?  And what if he remembered?

***

Nate had some friends since childhood; he had some friends he made in high school, which slightly overlapped with his junior buddies, since he was lucky enough to play for the Mooseheads; and he had some pro hockey buddies he’d see on and off, depending on where they were living or where they were going to be at any given point in time.  Each group had a unique influence on him and how his personality developed.  Each group helped him grow in some way.

This afternoon, he was meeting with his mix of high school friends and junior buddies – Alex Kehoe, one of his best friends from high school (and the reason he passed his math classes); Lucas Garcia, another one of his best friends from high school (and the reason he passed his science classes); and Noah Davis, a teammate from the Mooseheads who now worked as a real estate agent in Halifax.  When he met them in the parking lot downtown that they’d agreed on, Nate noticed one more person walking with Lucas and Noah from behind Alex, who was rushing towards him.  He recognized the extra almost immediately as Shane Johnson, Noah’s cousin.  Nate remembered Shane – he remembered how Shane was basically his cousin’s shadow, following him everywhere and hanging on to him desperately.  He’d show up at every Mooseheads home game and try to get in the locker room, name dropping that he was Noah’s cousin (as if that meant anything, or could get him anywhere).  At school, he would brag about his connections and ‘in’ with all the popular hockey guys, raising his profile in the process.  Some kids at school even thought he was part of the team, which he absolutely adored because it was his dream anyway.  Since high school, he hadn’t really done much.  Nathan hadn’t heard anything spectacular about him whenever he asked.  Noah didn’t even particularly update Nate, even though Shane was sort of always around in the peripheral of their friendship.  Nate had to admit to himself that he was kind of annoying, but knew he’d had to put up with him for at least lunch.

“Well well well, look who it is!” Alex called out from across the parking lot, his voice booming despite the hustle and bustle of the downtown core.  “If it isn’t the man himself!”

Nate couldn’t help but smile at Alex deliberately not screaming his name out.  Alex knew better.  Alex had been with Nate one too many times as they were trying to eat but people kept approaching for autographs or selfies, leaving them unable to have a true conversation.  Alex knew Nate valued privacy when he was out with his friends and family.  “If it isn’t the duuuuude himself,” he said equally as loudly, extending his arms out so they could hug.  “Good to see you, bro.”

“You get enough alone time?” he asked as they hugged, in a voice much quieter than before.  Nate shrugged his shoulders, as if to say he didn’t know, because he really didn’t.  “Your mom accidentally let it slip to Noah.”

“I know,” Nate nodded.  “It’s alright.  This’ll be good.”

“Sorry about Shane, too,” Alex said, looking back quickly to see how close the rest of the guys were.  “We won’t really be able to catch up with him here.  He wouldn’t let up about coming once he heard the news, and you know how Noah can’t say no.  But I promise we’ll talk after.  Alone.”

Nate nodded, appreciating Alex completely.  There was a reason Alex Kehoe was his best friend, and this was it.  “Yeah, we’re gonna have to do that – thanks.”

“If it isn’t Naaathan MacKinnon,” Shane yelled, raising his arms in the air.  Alex and Nate gave each other a look.  Nate didn’t understand why Shane was greeting him like a long-lost friend, since they were barely friends.  “How ya doin’, buddy?”

Nate didn’t get a chance to answer him – and didn’t take it, either – because Lucas went in for a hug, as did Noah.  Nate didn’t bother to reach into Shane.  “Where we going for lunch?” Lucas asked, posing the question to everyone.

“What about—”

“I found this new place,” Nate interrupted Noah quickly, not letting anybody else get a word in edgewise.  He didn’t want to hear any other suggestions.  He knew where he wanted to go and wasn’t going to let his friends derail his plan.  “Follow me.”

As the group walked through the streets of downtown Halifax, the group talked amongst themselves, with the guys hanging on Nate’s every word.  There wasn’t any serious conversation – and there wouldn’t be, even at lunch, because of Shane’s presence – but because they hadn’t seen their friend in a while, the boys wanted to hear their friend.  Nate, for his part, re-traced his steps from his wandering day until he found the café.  The boys were slightly taken aback by his choice, but Nate was steadfast.  They were probably expecting a gastropub or something, not a café in the artsy part of town.

As they were seated at a table in the café, Nate looked around – to the spot where he sat last time, and the spot where he saw the girl – to find her right where he left her, at the exact same table, in the exact same chair, with the exact same curly hair cascading down her back.  Her back was towards the group, but Nate could tell it was her.  It was her.  

Holy fuck.  

He tried not to stare too much, on account of not wanting to make it too obvious.  He tried to engage in the conversation the rest of the guys were having, but his eyes kept wandering back to her.  He’d answer Shane’s dumb questions, stuff his mouth with a bite of BLT, and glance over at her to make sure she didn’t get up to leave.  He’d recount a story from the season, take a gulp of his lemon water, and look in her direction.  When she got up and went to the washroom, he had half the mind to follow her, but he didn’t.  Instead, he thought of ways to get her attention with his buddies around, making sure they didn’t embarrass him in the process.  He’d already been embarrassed in front of her once before – and it was his own fault.  At least he knew she came here often, so if he needed to wait until a third time, he could.

It seemed like that was going to be the case when everybody was finished their lunch and brought their bills.  He’d have to come back a third time to get her attention.  They got up and tucked in their chairs.  Nate put on his baseball cap.

“Oh my God, Sorcha?” Shane’s voice boomed through the café.

To Nate’s complete and utter shock, the girl turned her head to look at them.  Nate’s breath caught in his throat as he caught a good look at her face again.  She was even prettier than he remembered from the last time at the café.  She had more blush on this time, he thought, and more eyeliner.  When she noticed who had called her name, her brows furrowed, a line appearing in between them for how much she was doing so.  “Shane,” she acknowledged him, her voice not nearly as chipper or loud as Shane’s was.

Nate felt time stand still.  Sorcha.  Sorcha.  Sorcha.

Sorcha Saint-Coeur.

Oh my fucking God, the girl was Sorcha Saint-Coeur.  

Nathan was not expecting Sorcha Saint-Coeur.  Sorcha had grown up on his street.  They’d gone to the same elementary school together in Cole Harbour, and had been in the same class since kindergarten.  They’d even moved on to the same middle school together, and the same high school.  But while they grew up on the same street, and knew the same people, they’d never been friends.  Sorcha had always been the nerd to Nate’s jock; the frizzy-haired, quiet, shy, studious art student as opposed to the blonde hair, blue-eyed, ambitious and serious hockey player Nate was.  She was never at school events, never at parties hosted when parents were out of town, never at people’s lake houses on the weekends.  She never went to any Mooseheads games.  She was an outcast, sitting alone at lunch when her best friend, Victoria, didn’t have the same lunch period.  Nobody ever asked her to join their table.  Worse than anything, she was relentlessly bullied.

Most of the bullies had been Nate’s friends in high school.

They bullied her about everything.  The first – and most awful, Nate thought – was her weight.  She’d always been bigger than the other girls, and she was called every fat joke in the book.  His friends even went so far as to whisper in each other’s ears if she walked by them or sat near them in class, saying things such as ‘whale’, ‘cow’, ‘butterball’, and ‘Sorcha the orca’ loud enough that she would hear.  They bullied her about her hair, because it was dark and long and untameably frizzy when they were younger, unlike the straight blonde hair of many classmates.  Then, of course, they made fun of her for having no friends besides Victoria, for being alone most of the time, for how quiet she was and how she wore no makeup, for caring about school and art and drawing more than she cared about hockey or parties or anything else.  The boys were relentless in letting Sorcha know every single day how different she was.

Shane was one of the main ones.

Shane tormented her to no end.  He constantly made fun of her for everything, and never let up.  It was worse when the hockey guys were around, because he wanted to impress them.  Nobody would defend her – not even Nate – and she’d just stay silent and take it all.  Nate remembered how oftentimes she looked like she was on the verge of tears (because she probably was).  Nate stayed silent through all the jokes, the name-calling, the ostracizing.  He didn’t keep in touch with any of the other guys, but of course, Shane was with him now.  While Alex and Lucas had better things to do in high school, Noah and Shane did not.  He could only imagine what it felt like for Sorcha, seeing them again.

“God, you’re still around in Halifax?” Shane asked, his voice as shocked as anything.

“Am I not supposed to be?” she retorted.  

“Hi Sorcha,” Alex said politely, garnering an equally polite nod of the head from her.  “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been fantastic.”

“How’s Aidan doing?”

“He’s doing great, thanks for asking,” she said.  Aidan was her brother – five years older.  “What are you doing in this part of town, anyway?”  

“Having lunch with Nathan MacKinnon,” Shane intervened in the conversation again, moving out of the way and pointing to Nate like he was the prize pig at the rodeo.  

“H—Hey Sorcha,” he stuttered out, waving awkwardly.

There was an unspoken decision on both their parts to act as if they hadn’t just seen each other days before; that Sorcha hadn’t lied through her teeth when she said she didn’t know him.  “Hi Nate,” she said curtly.

“What are you doing down here?” Shane asked.

“I work down here,” there was venom in her voice.  “And actually, I just checked the time, and my lunch break is almost over,” she said, getting up, shutting her iPad Pro, and collecting her things quickly.  “So if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work.”

The four men stayed silent as they watched her hurry out of the café, not bothering to take a single look back at them.  Nate gulped.  It was one of the most awkward encounters he’d ever been a part of – and that was saying something.  This was significantly more awkward than the first time he met Sidney Crosby and didn’t stop doing high knees in a driveway.

“She works at the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia now,” Alex revealed to the group, breaking the tension.  “Behind the scenes.  Like a curator or something.  My older sister still keeps in touch with Aidan.”  

Shane snorted.  “Looks like she’s still the size of the iceberg that sunk the Titanic.”

It was Nate’s turn to furrow his brows at Shane, looking him directly in the eye as he did so.  “Dude, what the fuck?”

“What?!” Shane shrugged, seeing nothing wrong with his comment.

Nate shook his head.  He felt…icky.  He didn’t want to be around Shane anymore – not longer than he had to be.  “I’m outta here.”

***

Okay, so Sorcha worked as a curator at the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia.

So where did Nate find himself the next day?

The Art Gallery of Nova Scotia.

He had no clue what the fuck he was doing, or what the fuck he was going to say, but just like yesterday, he had a loose plan that he’d concocted the night before and was executing this very moment.  As he walked through the doors, he approached the main desk where patrons could purchase tickets.  He made sure to take off his hat.  He knew artsy people would find it uncouth of him, or anyone, to wear a baseball hat indoors.  

“How may I help you?” the polite man at the desk smiled.

“Hi.  I, uh, I’m looking for a Sorcha that works here.  Sorcha Saint-Coeur.  She’s a curator,” he said.

The man immediately picked up the phone and dialled a series of numbers.  He smiled at Nate as he waited for someone to pick up.  “Hi, Audrey?  I have someone here for Sorcha Saint-Coeur.  Can you please come to the front to escort him?...His name?  Nathan MacKinnon.”

So he was found.  Nate couldn’t help but smile as the man thanked Audrey and hung up the phone.  “Thank you, sir.”

“She’ll be right out.  And you’ll have to excuse me, but my grandson loves hockey, and loves you.”

“Oh, that’s no problem,” Nate said.

“How does Nathan MacKinnon get to know Sorcha Saint-Coeur, anyway?”

He bit his tongue.  “High school,” he said.  He technically wasn’t lying.  Hell, he could have said elementary school and he wouldn’t be lying.

“Mr. MacKinnon?” a female voice asked, approaching him quickly.  He could only assume this was Audrey.  “Right this way, please.”

Nate gave one last nod of his head to the man before following Audrey through an ‘Employees Only’ door.  They made small talk as she led him through a series of hallways and onto an elevator to go up a few floors.  Once they reached their destination – the eighth floor, labelled ‘Curator Spaces’ on the elevator legend – Audrey looked over.  “I’ll let Sorcha know you’re here and she’ll be with you shortly,” she informed him.  “I’m sure you know she’s busy curating one of next major exhibits for the fall and winter season.”  

Audrey motioned to a bench for Nate to sit on, and he did so.  She gave him one last smile before walking down the hallway and leaving him waiting.  He sat twiddling his thumbs for about ten minutes before he heard a door click open.  When he looked towards it, he came face to face with Sorcha.

“Hey,” he greeted her.

She looked like she’d seen a ghost.  “What are you doing here?” she asked, looking around the empty hallway to see if anyone else had seen him sitting there.  “How—how do you even know that I work here?”

“Kehoe told me,” he said.  “He mentioned how his sister still keeps in touch with Aidan, and I guess Aidan told her.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked again, as if she didn’t even care about his answer of how he knew she worked at the gallery.  

“I—well—wa—want to go for lunch?” he offered.

“What?”

Alright, so Nate’s gameplan backfired on him.  Horrendously.  She wasn’t warm and she wasn’t happy to see him and she was upset that he’d shown up at her work.  He needed to do damage control.  “Listen, I—I’m sorry about yesterday.  It was just supposed to be Alex, Lucas, and Noah with me, but Shane ended up tagging along.  But that first day—I mean, you knew who I was.  I knew who you were too, I just didn’t remember you.  You didn’t have to lie to me and say we didn’t know each other from anywhere. ��I mean, we grew up on the same street.”

He saw her soften slightly, but he could tell she still had a massive wall up.  “We’re not going for lunch.  I have a very busy day.  What are you—what was even your plan?  Take me to lunch and do what?”

He didn’t know.  He really didn’t know.  He shrugged his shoulders.  “I haven’t seen you since I left for Colorado.  I don’t—I don’t know what you’ve been up to since then, and I guess I want to find out.”

Her face softened some more, though she crossed her arms in front of her.  She was clearly wasn’t a fan of the idea, or his biggest fan in the slightest.  She also didn’t know why he would want this information from her when he never bothered to get to know her since elementary school and never bothered to keep in touch with her.  “I graduated third in our class and got accepted to the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design.  After two years I transferred to Toronto, and I ended up living in Florence for a year.  I graduated with my B.A in art history, worked in a few galleries in Toronto, then moved back to Halifax to be a curator here,” she explained.  

Nate was impressed.  It wasn’t every day that he met a curator for a gallery.  He wasn’t exactly sure what they did, but it sounded important.  “That’s really impressive.  Congratulations, Sorcha.”

“Thanks,” her reply was curt, but heartfelt.  She was accomplished, and happy with how her life worked out without Nathan MacKinnon, Shane Johnson, or anyone else from elementary or high school.  “You don’t have to explain what you’ve been up to.  I hear it on the news every night.”

Nate couldn’t help but chuckle, and he swore he saw Sorcha smirk, too.  “Yeah, well…” he trailed off.  “I don’t think I was meant for anything else.”

“I don’t think so either,” she agreed.  “You were always going to be a hockey superstar.”

“I didn’t do much else.”

“No, you didn’t,” Sorcha cracked a smirk.  She couldn’t help it.  Hockey was Nate’s whole life, and had been since elementary school.  Though they weren’t friends, she knew that about him (everybody knew that about him).  His main focus in life was hockey and making the NHL – that was clear.  “Anything else you’d like to know?” she asked.

“Why you pretended you didn’t know me the other day,” he blurted out without thinking.  

Sorcha had to think of something fast because she really didn’t have any kind of excuse.  “I was just shocked to see you in this part of town,” she decided on saying.  “And besides, you asked me ‘Do I know you?’.  And you don’t.  You don’t know me.”

Nate and Sorcha stared at each other, letting those words linger in the air for a while.  She was completely right, but he didn’t want to admit that.  He’d never taken the time to, even as they grew up on the same street and went to the same schools.  “Touché,” Nate said.

“Is there anything else you’d like to know?” she asked again.

Nate shook his head.  It was clear that she wasn’t going to be forthcoming, that she had a wall up because of their past – and he didn’t blame her.  He was an asshole as a teenager, and so were his friends – at some point, all teenage boys were assholes.  He just wanted, and needed, to make it better.  “It was nice seeing you,” he said in defeat.

“Thanks.”

“Have a great day at work.  And curating, like, in general.”

“Thanks.”

***

Nate was alone at his house.  And when he was alone at his house, he got ideas.  

Google: art gallery of nova scotia Sorcha saint-coeur

Nate clicked.  And clicked.  And clicked.  Then clicked again.  Clicked on her LinkedIn page.  Clicked on her profile on the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia website:

Sorcha Saint-Coeur grew up in Cole Harbour and attended the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design before transferring to the University of Toronto.  She holds an honours Bachelor of Arts in art history, and has the distinction of having been invited to the Florence Academy of Fine Arts to study for a year.  She has experience curating for some of the most distinguished galleries in Toronto, including MOCA Toronto, the McMichael Art Gallery, and the Art Gallery of Ontario.  

Past exhibitions Saint-Coeur has curated include “Picasso: Painting the Blue Period”, “Tom Thomson: The Algonquin Paintings”, and “James Tissot: The Seasons”.  

At the side of the page was an official portrait of her, definitely taken by the gallery.  And right underneath that picture, he found exactly what he was looking for: her email.  There was one thing Nate wasn’t: a quitter.

From: Nathan MacKinnon [[email protected]] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [[email protected]] Subject: (no subject)

hey.  it’s Nate.  i still think we should go to lunch tomorrow to catch up.  what do u think?

He didn’t have to wait long for a reply.  He chuckled to himself when it came through.

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [[email protected]] To: Nathan MacKinnon [[email protected]] Subject: RE: (no subject)

How the hell did you get my work email

From: Nathan MacKinnon [[email protected]] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [[email protected]] Subject: RE: RE: (no subject)

from the art gallery website.  Your profile is on there.  What do u say?

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [[email protected]] To: Nathan MacKinnon [[email protected]] Subject: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

Nate, I appreciate the offer, but I basically told you everything there is to know.  There’s not much else.  Have fun being back home.

From: Nathan MacKinnon [[email protected]] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [[email protected]] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

u told me the basics.  there’s still a lot more to tell.  what time ur lunch break?  I will make reservations for the press gang at 12.  have u been there?  on me.

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [[email protected]] To: Nathan MacKinnon [[email protected]] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

Are you insinuating I can’t afford lunch at The Press Gang?

From: Nathan MacKinnon [[email protected]] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [[email protected]] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

NO!!!  not at all!  it’s one of the best in town and its down the street from you!  we can go to the café if that makes u comfortable.  and i promise i’ll be alone.  No kehoe, no shane, no ambush.  just us.

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [[email protected]] To: Nathan MacKinnon [[email protected]] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

You never quit, do you?

From: Nathan MacKinnon [[email protected]] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [[email protected]] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

don’t think i would have made the nhl if i did.

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [[email protected]] To: Nathan MacKinnon [[email protected]] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

If you boast about being an NHL player even once during lunch I’m leaving.

From: Nathan MacKinnon [[email protected]] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [[email protected]] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

I take that as a yes?

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [[email protected]] To: Nathan MacKinnon [[email protected]] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

Well, if you’re buying.

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[eightmakar]

and last one, 52 & 66 from the smut prompts with nathan mackinnon!! please & thank youuu!

52. What if I told you I wanted you, right here. Right now?

66. Wet already? I see you're so eager,hm?

nsfweekend!!!!

"nathan," you muttered, wrapping yourself around his arm as you walked through the grocery store.

"mm?" he replied absently, carefully examining the variety of fresh vegetables in front of him.

"nathan," you said again, a little sterner. "what if i told you i wanted you, right here, right now?"

nate nearly dropped the bunch of parsley in his hand. "what?"

"you heard me, nathan," you purred.

"i'm done shopping, let's get out of here," nate immediately said, grabbing your hand and nearly dragging you out of the store and to his car. he dragged you to the backseat, and you were grateful he'd chosen to park at the back of the parking lot. he tugged you on top of him, and you tugged your miniskirt up, panties to the side, and sank down on him.

"oh fuck," you squeaked.

"wet already?" nate chirped. "i see you're so eager, hm? what would you do if i didn't let you move right now?"

you tried to buck your hips, but nate's strong hands kept you firmly in place. "please," you whined desperately.

"hmm," nate hummed. "have you been good enough? you're the one who was so needy we had to leave the store."

"n-nate," you shuddered. the feeling of him filling you up was so much, but so good, and you needed him to move.

nate suddenly and harshly bucked his hips up, sending shockwaves through your body, earning a yelp from you.

"you better be fuckin' quiet," nate growled. he shoved his fingers into your mouth, sending another shudder through your body.

this was exactly what you'd hoped for.

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NHL Fic Rec list

Hiii!!! I just wanted to share a few fics that really made me feel strong emotions...

Oh and make sure to check the warnings before reading :)

Avalanche:

Four times You Run Into Cale Makar and the One Time He Runs Into You - @kailyn-writes

i miss you like the very first night (Cale Makar) - @mattyanonwrites

Mistletoe Magic (Cale Makar) - @the-penalty-box-imagines

Nothin' Like You (Cale Makar) - @ghstandpucks

Teach Me To Please (Cale Makar) - @pucksalotguys

Annoying Little Brother (Erik Johnson) - @ghstandpucks

Apartment 352 pt 1 (Erik Johnson) - @imaginingsoftly

Have My Cake and Eat It Too (Erik Johnson) - @mikkorantanev

Like Father Like Son (Erik Johnson) - @ghstandpucks

look what you started (Erik Johnson) - @mattyanonwrites

Only All the Time (Erik Johnson) - @antoineroussel-archive

Overwhelming Light (Erik Johnson) - @burkymakar

the nanny (Erik Johnson) - @holy-pucks

Two Slow Dancers (Erik Johnson) - @hockeywocs

The Turn In Our Relationship (Gabriel Landeskog) - @yourfavewriteress

The Second Time (Nathan Mackinnon) - @wyattjohnston

Till Forever Falls Apart (Nathan Mackinnon & Sidney Crosby) - @pucksalotguys literally heres their whole masterlist i encourage you to read them all

Blues:

Right Under Our Noses (Colton Parayko) - @yourfavewriteress

Bruins:

5 Times the Team Told David He Was in Love + 1 Time he Realized it (David Pastrnak) - @mainlypastrnaksbae

Canucks:

Coach Hughes (Quinn Hughes) - @matsmarts

Midnight Rain (Quinn Hughes) - @babydollmarauders

Milkshakes AU (Quinn Hughes) - @hugheshugs

Devils:

Lies (Jack Hughes) - @nolanmoylee

Kraken:

Four Times His Teammates Said "I love you," and One Time He Did (Vince Dunn) - @blueskrugs

Panthers:

Baby, It's Cold Outside (Matthew Tkachuk) - @raysofcrosby

Wish We Were Older (Matthew Tkachuk) - @sorryjustafangirl

Penguins:

By The Water, Euphoria (Sidney Crosby) - @flashyfucker

Illicit Affairs (Sidney Crosby) - @blueskrugs

Two Little Lines (Sidney Crosby) - @pucksalotguys

Maple Leafs:

What Once Was (Mitch Marner) - @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Sabres:

All's well that ends well to end up with you (Tyson Jost) - @mattyanonwrites

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