kronwalled

Title: Would You Mind

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:  Malkin imagine will be up tomorrow. Bonus Auston Matthews smut up on Saturday. Feedback is appreciated.

Word Count: 853


The bottled crashed to the ground, shattering into thousands of pieces, the dark liquid washing across the floor. You groaned, grabbing the pan and broom off the wall behind you; the bar filling with a chorus of drunken “oooohhhh!”s as the late night crowd got rowdier. 

“You alright?” he asked from his seat at the bar, taking a sip from his own glass, watching intently as you swept the broken pieces off the ground. 

“Um, yeah. I’m fine.” you responded: your face flush with embarrassment as you took the glass shards out to the alley and emptying the pan into the dumpster. You looked up the sky, the stars dim under the bright lights of the city. 

Of course, you were bound to drop a bottle when he was sitting there, always doing stupid things in front of cute guys. Niklas, after every home loss he seemed to make his way to the same seat at the bar, facing the TV, watching highlights from the game. He would order the same drink, leave a much bigger tip than you deserved for serving one drink, and would leave. 

You hadn’t known who he was when he came in the first time, your coworker explaining in a hushed whisper as you poured drinks. He came in fairly often and started talking with you, staying longer than usual to keep you company during your long shifts.

You shook it off, walking slowly back into the bar, your coworker already wiping up the spilled alcohol from the floor. “Thank you.” you said as she stood up, nodding as she took the dirty rags into the kitchen. 

“I hope you never played baseball.” he said with a smirk. “Or basketball.” he added thoughtfully, swirling the straw in his drink. “You seem to have a pretty severe case of butter fingers.”

“Stop.” you said, laughing. “I’m exhausted; my hand-eye coordination is failing me today.”   

“Did you work late again yesterday?”

“I did. Then today my car broke down, so I’m working a double so I can catch a ride home with a someone who has equally crazy hours.” you said, leaning on the bar in front of him; having a few extra moments, the bar emptier than usual. 

“So, another loss tonight?” you said frowning, knowing his usual routine.

“Nah, we actually won tonight.” he said, sipping from his glass.

“A win? That’s great!” you enthused. “And yet you still come out to a bar and drink alone?”

“I’m not alone, you’re here.” he said with a shrug. 

Your boss appeared from behind the stainless steel kitchen door, his large frame filling the doorway. “(Y/L/N), you’re done. Crowd seems to be clearing out early tonight.”

“Could I stay til the end of my shift? I still have 20 minutes until my ride can pick me up.”

“I like you kid, but I like my profits more. Clock out. I’ll see  you tomorrow, alright?” he said, disappearing behind the door. You sighed, saying goodbye to Niklas you made your way to the employee room, clocking out and grabbing your belongings. You had just settled onto the bench outside the restaurant when a familiar form sat down next to you. 

“What are you doing out here?” 

“It’s late, you shouldn’t be waiting outside alone.” he said. You shivered, the late night air chilling you to the bone. He pulled off his jacket, ignoring your protests as he draped it over your shoulders; scooting closer to you on the bench. 

“Thanks.” you said, pulling the collar tighter around your neck. “For the jacket and for waiting with me. That’s really sweet of you.”

“So I never asked, who’s picking you up?”

“A friend.”

“Not a boyfriend?”

“No.” you said with a laugh. 

“So no one would mind if I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” he asked.

“Nope, no one would mind.” you said softly, turning to look over at Niklas. 

“That’s good, that’s good.” he said, slipping his arm around your shoulders. “Because you do look beautiful tonight. Well, you look beautiful every night.” he said genuinely. “Especially in the glow of this streetlamp.” he said, a smile cracking his serious facade.

You laughed, relaxing into his side. “Thanks.”

“I guess if no one minded that I called you beautiful, I guess no one would mind if I do this…” 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned his, your eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his lips to yours, the taste of his drink still stuck to his tongue. He pulled away slowly, gauging your reaction. “Maybe, if you’re free, you’d want to go out with me sometime?” he asked hopefully.

A car pulled up in front of the curb, the window rolling down. “You ready, (Y/N)?” your friend called from the driver’s seat.

Standing up, you turned to face Niklas, unwrapping yourself from his coat and handing it back to him. “I would love to.”

“We can make plans when I stop in after our game on Friday?” he questioned, watching as you slid into the passenger seat.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“See you then, butter fingers.”


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Request: Can you write me a Niklas Kronwall request where they kiss for the first time?

Title: Trust

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Author’s Note:  Request was for a “steamy” drabble for Glendening. Went a bit further than steamy. Hopefully it was alright? Burakovsky, Lindholm, Kronwall, and Malkin are upcoming up for the rest of the week. Also a bonus Auston Matthews story on Saturday as an early Easter present.

Word Count: 1,004


You rolled your eyes, watching as the girls closed in around him, taking selfies and giggling. You slipped into the passenger’s seat, glaring out the tinted windshield as Luke signed a final phone case before carefully extracting himself from the horde of girls. He opened the driver’s door, carefully closing it behind him. He glanced over at you, his eyes locking with your glowering stare.

“Babe, I just signed their things and took a few photos.” he said carefully, reaching his hand over the center console and resting it on your knee.

“I know Luke, I’m not pissed at you; I’m pissed at them.” you barked, still watching them as they scrolled through their phones, probably posting their pictures on Instagram. “It’s not even like they’re teenagers, god knows I would have acted the same way at that age, but fuck. These are grown women. They watched us walk out of the arena together; they watched us walking to the same car and they still crawl all over you.” you said angrily.

“You know there’s no reason to get upset by this.” he reasoned. “I know it sucks, but it’s happened before; and it’ll happen again.”

“It’s just such a slap in the face to me, and they don’t care. The pictures don’t bother me; it’s when they try to touch you.”

“I don’t work out just to score goals. Gotta stay lookin’ fresh for the ladies.” he said wiggling his eyebrows as he started the car; pulling out onto the road.

“It’s not funny Luke.” you said sternly. “Wipe that smirk off your face; you love the attention.” you snarled.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I know it bothers you.” Luke said; his face serious. “I’m just trying to do my best and be amenable to the fans. They’re not all that way.”

“Ugh, I know.” you sighed, turning your head as you looked out the window, buildings flashing by. “You are pretty lovable, I can’t blame them for liking you. And a lot of the people who wait to see you are great.” you said. “It’s just frustrating that those girls act like I’m not a person; that our relationship doesn’t exist. They think they can do whatever they want with you just because they’re there.”

“They can think what they want, but I’m not going to let them do anything. I’m not going to let them disrespect you or our relationship.” he said genuinely.  “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” you mumbled softly, your eyes softening at Luke’s sincerity.

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