Chocolate Milk-Artturi Lehkonen
Anon Request: Hi can you do an artturi lehkonen one where he’s really neverous about a big game and thinks he’s been playing awful and everything thing so you try to make him feel better and just cuddle with him for his pre game nap and everything
You heard your boyfriends anxious murmuring coming from the kitchen. You leaned against the doorway as you saw him to continue to mutter to himself, stirring the milk rapidly.
“Um, baby?” You moved into the kitchen, trying not to laugh.
Artturi looked up at you, eyes questioning.
“You forgot the chocolate.”
Your boyfriend looked down at the glass and, sure enough, the milk was still pure white.
Artturi groaned, throwing his head back. You moved around the kitchen counter so that you were standing behind him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly starting to massage. His muscles were super tense under your fingers, making you frown.
“What’s got you so riled up today?” You asked gently.
“Do you even have to ask?” He sounded so dejected that it broke your heart.
“Everyone has dry spells and rough patches. It is all part of being in the NHL,” you pushed on his shoulder, turning him around so that he was facing you. “Everyone has trouble with their game sometime. You’ll get through this.”
“I just wish it would be soon,” he grumbled. “I’m sick and tired of everyone talking about how bad I’m playing.
“Hey! I’m not. Or do I not count anymore?” You teased.
“No, you count more than anyone,” Artturi leaned his forehead against your’s. He too a deep breath and visibly relaxed.
“Move over you big oaf,” you giggled, pushing him aside. You reached for the chocolate and quickly fixed him the chocolate milk he had so desperately been trying to make. “Here, your pre game milk.”
“You can’t tell anyone about this got it?” He laughed. “Or else no one will let me live down the fact that I have to have a glass of chocolate milk before very game.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” you zipped your lips. “Now come here, you.”
You grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hallway, leading him to your bedroom. You jumped on the bed and he quickly followed, rolling so that he was almost completely on top of you.
“Try and get some sleep okay?” You told him as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. “Your my favorite player if that counts for anything. I don’t care how you play.” You stroked his hair lightly, trying to lull him to sleep.
“It counts,” you could feel his smile. “Your my most important fan of all.”