A Snowy Victory | Cole caufield
Cole caufield x reader
Summary: After Cole’s game-winning goal, him and his girlfriend Y/N walk through the snow, Y/N wearing his jersey, enjoys the cozy, romantic atmosphere as they head home to celebrate with hot cocoa.
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The crisp winter air was biting, but it didn’t seem to matter to Cole Caufield and his girlfriend Y/N as they made their way out of the Bell Centre, a victorious smile on Cole’s face and a skip in his step. The Montreal Canadiens had just wrapped up a thrilling game, with Cole scoring the game-winning goal in the final minutes—a goal that had the entire crowd roaring and chanting his name. Now, with the game behind them, he was heading home, but not alone. Y/N had been there, cheering him on, her eyes lighting up every time he skated across the ice.
The snow had started to fall just before the final buzzer sounded, little flakes drifting down from the sky as if they were celebrating too. The streets were quiet for a Saturday night, the occasional car passing by and the soft crunch of snow underfoot the only sounds as they walked hand in hand toward the parking lot.
Cole looked over at Y/N with a smile that was impossible to miss, his heart still racing from the excitement of the win. The snowflakes settled in his dark hair, and his breath came out in small, puffy clouds as he breathed in the cool air. Y/N was bundled up in a thick coat, the edges of her scarf tucked into her jacket, but what made Cole’s heart swell just a little more was the Montreal Canadiens jersey she was wearing. It was his jersey, the number 22 on the back, the fabric slightly oversized on her small frame, the sleeves rolled up just a bit to keep them from dragging.
“You look cute in my jersey,” Cole teased as they strolled, glancing over at her with a playful grin.
Y/N laughed, leaning into his side slightly, the light from the nearby streetlamp making her face glow. “Well, it’s *your* jersey. I figured it’s only right I wear it when you score the winning goal.”
Cole's smile grew even wider, his chest swelling with warmth. “You’ve got great taste.”
Y/N’s smile was mischievous as she looked up at him. “I know I do. And you know, it’s a good thing you scored that goal, or I would’ve had to wear someone else’s jersey tonight.”
Cole chuckled, shaking his head. “Lucky for me, I showed up when it counted,” he said, pulling her a little closer as they walked.
Snowflakes continued to fall around them, each one landing delicately on their jackets, hair, and eyelashes. The world felt peaceful, the noise of the city muted under the soft blanket of snow.
Y/N looked up at the sky, catching a few snowflakes on her tongue, and giggled softly when she managed to catch one on the tip of her nose. Cole couldn’t help but laugh too, his heart feeling light and full of happiness. He had everything he could ask for: the win, the crowd’s adoration, and the love of the woman by his side.
But then, as they walked under the glow of a streetlamp, a particularly large snowflake landed directly on his head. It melted instantly against his hair, but it caused Y/N to giggle again, the sound light and carefree.
Cole, still walking and now feeling the tiny wet spot on his hair, glanced over at her with an exaggerated frown. “Hey, you’re laughing at me,” he said, his voice feigning offense.
Y/N just shrugged, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I can’t help it. You’re adorable. And you’ve got snow in your hair.”
“Maybe it’s a sign that I’m the snow king,” Cole said, trying to sound serious, but he couldn't keep the smile from breaking through. “I’m basically a winter wonderland expert.”
Y/N stopped walking for a moment, eyes narrowing as if she was evaluating his claim. “A winter wonderland expert, huh?”
“Yeah,” he said, his lips curling into a playful grin. “You should come with me sometime. I’ll show you how to rule the snow.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Is that so? And how exactly does one become an expert in snow?”
Cole stopped walking too, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “I could show you, but… you might need to be a little closer for the demonstration.”
Before Y/N could respond, she leaned in toward him, her lips brushing against his cheek as she kissed him softly, the snowflakes seeming to pause around them in the moment. Her lips were warm against his cool skin, the faint scent of peppermint lingering from the hot chocolate they had shared earlier. Cole closed his eyes, his heart skipping a beat as he felt the gentle press of her kiss.
When she pulled back, Y/N was smiling, a soft flush in her cheeks from the cold air. “I think I’m getting the hang of this ‘winter wonderland’ thing.”
“You’re already a pro,” Cole said, his voice soft but with that familiar warmth only she could draw out of him.
Y/N smiled, taking his hand again, this time holding it a little tighter. “Well, if I’m going to be an expert at snow, I think I need to learn from the best.”
Cole’s grin deepened, and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Lucky for you, I’m always here to teach you. But first…” He paused and, without warning, brushed the snowflakes out of his hair with his free hand. The snow melted almost immediately against his warm skin, but he made a little show of it, like he was brushing off imaginary snow.
“Alright,” he said, “Let’s go find my car. I’ve got a victory to celebrate with my favorite person.”
They continued walking, the snow continuing to fall around them in a steady stream. The quiet evening wrapped itself around them like a cozy blanket, the snowflakes falling in perfect harmony with the rhythm of their footsteps.
When they reached the parking lot, Cole opened the door to his car, holding it for Y/N as she slid into the passenger seat. He was about to shut the door when he looked back at her, his expression soft and sincere.
“You know,” he said, leaning in just a little, “I don’t think I could’ve had a better night. Winning the game was great, but spending it with you?” He let the words hang in the air, his smile a little shy, but genuine.
Y/N smiled back, her heart full as she looked at him. “I feel the same way. I’m proud of you, Cole. But I’m even more happy that I’m here with you.”
Before he closed the door, Cole leaned in for another quick kiss, this time on her forehead, the warmth of his lips a perfect contrast to the cold air around them. Then, as he pulled away, he finally shut the door and jogged around to the driver’s side.
The drive home was peaceful. The radio played softly in the background, but the real melody was the quiet, contented feeling between them. They didn’t need many words. The evening had already spoken for itself.
As they pulled into the driveway of Cole’s place, Y/N felt like the night had been a perfect dream, the snow still falling gently around them, the whole world quiet except for the soft crunch of the tires on the snow-covered driveway.
Cole turned to her, his eyes soft as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “How about some hot cocoa to end the night?”
Y/N laughed softly, already unbuckling her seatbelt as she leaned over and gave him one last quick kiss on the cheek. “Only if you make it. I’m still waiting to see if you're as good at making cocoa as you are at hockey.”
Cole’s grin returned. “I’ve got a lot of skills. Making hot cocoa is just one of them.”
She laughed again, rolling her eyes. “Alright, Mr. Winter Wonderland, let’s see if you can live up to the hype.”
And just like that, they were home. But the night wasn’t over—not yet. They still had each other, the snow, and a whole lot of warmth waiting for them inside.
