I just want to take a moment to praise Tom Wilson for how much his play has grown over the season. He now scores amazing goals and he is the best guy on the penalty kill (in my mind). He was third in the league for drawing penalties, he basically won Game 4 for the Caps against Toronto and in Game 7 against the Pens, some guy tried to get him to take a penalty and he just skated away. Tom Wilson is a freaking machine and I am so happy that he is developing to be a great player.
Anonymous said: holy crap the andre series is amazing!!!! pls pls PLS write more theyre so cute!!!!
Anonymous said: omfg the new andre one was so good i forgot about your writing tbh until it popped up on my dash and i saw the word count and i was so excited!!!! i finished it in like 2 secs i couldnt believe it was already over haha! if you dont mind, woudl you write another part? (or 5 or 10 more? lol)
Anonymous said: can you do more burky? like either a continuation of what youve already written or something new if youre bored w that storyline? i dont have any specific ideas though so idk if this really counts as a request lol
Anonymous said: this isn’t a request, i just wanted to say that i loved your writing, especially the andre ones :) they’re so so adorable and he’s such a cute boyfriend/fiance! i’m looking forward to 1.4 :)
A/N: i’ve never gotten so much response from a imagine before wow thanks guys :)))) but wow i thought the last part of this little series was long, then i wrote this, yikes, sorry???? (also sorry for any errors or if it dragged on, i got really into it oops)
Word Count: 4,179
Your heart was pounding so loudly you could feel it in your head. The sound was deafening. You shut your eyes and inhaled deeply, then you opened your eyes again and let your last burst of adrenaline push you to keep going. Through your headphones Drake played, but honestly you could barely here it over your rapid heartbeat.
Summary: You and Andre have been dating for almost a year now. When the holiday of love comes up, you forgot to mention that you don’t celebrate it.
Author’s Note: I always see Valentines day imagines so why not do an Anti Valentines Day one? I don’t celebrate the holiday anyway. y/f/c means your favorite color.
You had recently just came home to your sweet loving boyfriend, only to not find him anywhere in sight.
“Andre?” You call out. You walk into the bedroom to see a y/f/c dress on the bed and a note. You walk over to the dress and pick up the note.
Where this and meet me at the park, love Andre
You take a quick shower and put on your make up. You did your hair and put on the dress. You stared at yourself in the mirror before sighing. You walk out of the apartment and left to the park.
Once you get there, you see Andre sitting on the swings in a suit. You shake your head and smile at his adorable cuteness. You walk over to him and he smiles up at you.
“Hey,” He smiled.
“Hey,” You smile back.
“I have a big surprise for you,” Andre said excitedly. He stood up and held your hand.
“Great,” You falsely smiled.
“What’s wrong?” He asked frowning.
“It’s nothing,” You tell him. You could last one Valentines day. Especially for Andre.
“Y/N, you made your fake smile,” Andre said. You sat on a swing and he sat next to you.
“I don’t celebrate Valentines Day,” You tell him.
“What?” Andre asked surprised.
“It’s a stupid holiday. I’ve been single for a long time and it got me to hate Valentines day. Every Valentines day, I choose to stay home and watch movies instead of going out and dress up fancy,” You tell him.
“Why haven’t you told me about this?” Andre asked.
“I forgot to mention it,” You tell him.
“Oh. I can cancel the dinner,” Andre suggested.
“Don’t do that. You probably thought about this last week. I don’t want you to stop everything just because I hate Valentines day,” You tell him.
“But I wanted this day and night to be all about you,” Andre said.
“Andre, I love you so much that I could sacrifice one Valentines Day all dressed up and not in pajamas,” You tell him.
“Really?” Andre asks. You nodded and give him a small kiss.
“Alright, let’s go. I had Tom and Michael be our servers for tonight,” Andre tells you.
“Really?” You asked surprised.
“Yes. Do want to be surprised or do you want me to tell you what I have planned?” Andre asked.
“Surprise me,” You said.
“Okay,” Andre smiled. You give him one more kiss before you both start to head off.
The date was beautiful. Tom and Michael were dressed up as waiters and they brought out a teddy bear and some roses Andre got for you. Once you reached home, you both weren’t tired yet.
“That was nice. Do you have anything else planned?” You asked him.
“I have something in mind,” Andre said. He played some romantic music and you raised your eyebrow at him.
“One dance,” Andre said.
You shrugged and kicked off your heels. You and Andre start to dance around in your living room.
“Still hate Valentines Day?” Andre asks.
“Yeah. But you made it a nice night. I’ll celebrate Valentines day if I’m with you,” You tell Andre. Andre flashes a smile that showed his dimples.
Series: Who Will Save You Now? Fandom: Peaky Blinders Pairing: Reader x Michael Gray / Reader x Peaky Blinders Word Count: 1271 Dedicated to: @peakyblinders1919. This author with their imagines and oneshots has inspired me to write my own story featuring Peaky Blinders. Also dedicated to the people who adore this show as much as I do.
Out of everything your father asked you to do, getting friendly with one of the Shelby’s was the end of the line. Whether it was kissing someone, going on a date with someone, even sleeping with someone - you did it without hesitation. With every thing you did your father involved you more in the business. Besides the Shelby’s, your family was one of the most powerful families in Birmingham. The name of your father was feared just as much as the name of Thomas Shelby. People around Birmingham knew you, but fear was not the emotion that came over them when they heard your name.
“Y/N Pierce - she’s the daughter of Raimond Pierce.” That’s how you were known. Everyone knew you simply as the daughter of one of the biggest gangsters in England. What they didn’t know was the amount of effort you had put into your family’s business. What they didn’t know was that because of you your family had even gained that much power.
Your father was sure to not let anyone know that. Hugely disappointed that there wasn’t someone he could pass the business on to he was forced to choose his brother as his successor. He was sure that someone from the Pierce family had to carry on the legacy he had created. His first choice would have been his own child, but with you as his only child he had written off the idea just as quickly as it had came. He was sure that a woman like you could not lead the Pierce gang. Boy, how wrong was he.
But when your father asked you to make your way into the lives of the Shelby family as a way of spying on them, you declined. You were not about to go to the nest of the hyenas. The Shelby’s were your fathers biggest rivals. Luckily not either of the sides had shed much blood on each sides. At the beginning there were some killings and kidnappings, but things calmed down when the two families made peace with each other. The two families even became allies against the Russians and the Italians who were gaining more and more power in the town.
“What do you mean you won’t do it? This wasn’t a request.” Raimond glared at you, surprised that you had refused. The two of you were in his cabinet, your uncle and your father’s closest confidant next to him.
“I mean what I said, I won’t do it. I will not be your spy.”You declared, everyone’s eyes fixated on you. Silence took over in the room as no one dared to say anything before your father. He on the other hand seemed to be at loss of words or not finding the right words to say. He simply glared at you, making you extremely uncomfortable under his watchful eye. The man was as cold as ice, not showing even you, his daughter, some affection.
Things weren’t always like that. Raimond Pierce became a cold-hearted man after the death of his wife, your mother. Caitlyn Pierce was killed in a car accident along with her lover who Raimond did not know anything about. Finding out that Caitlyn was killed and having a lover crushed him as he became colder and colder with every passing day.
“You know, there was a time when I would have killed you for you decling my command. Today is not the day. Do you have any idea how long I waited for you to grow some balls and refuse me? Let me tell you: a very long time.”Raimond declared with his usual confidence in his voice while you stood still, staring at him with a stunned expression. You glanced at your uncle, seeing him clench his jaw as he also stared at your father. Lucas, your father’s confidant, on the other hand had a smile on his face which helped you calm down a little. You and Lucas had always gotten along very well and seeing his smile helped you relax a little since you were sure that whatever was coming your way was not going to be anything awful.
“Leave us.”Your father commanded. Lucas immediately went to stand by the door while your uncle simply stood still, staring at your father.
“I think that maybe I should-” He started, but was immediately interrupted by your father.
“I said to leave us alone. That includes you too, Andre.”Raimond Pierce declared, his usual glare fixated on your uncle. Andre let out a huff before he stormed out of the room with Lucas behind him who closed the cabinet door after him.
For a moment silence filled the room as neither of you said anything. You stood awkwardly before your father motioned for you to take a seat opposite him which you silently did.
“Do you know why I’m so hard on you? Why I yell at you? Why I ask you to do things for me? For this family?” He questioned and at this point you weren’t sure whether you really knew an answer to his question. You always figured it was the death of your mother that made him like this. You didn’t answer his question, not knowing did he really want an answer.
“I do it because I don’t want you to be weak. If you’re taking over this business someday you have to have some backbone. And that is something that you lack of. Luckily, you’re not a lost cause.” Your father remarked, making you extremely confused. Take over the business? You were more than sure that you taking over was the last thing he wanted to see in this world.
“I thought you didn’t want me to take over.” You said out loud, mentally cursing yourself for saying things out loud without thinking. Running the business was something you had dreamed of for some time now, and now your father indicating that it was a possibility was like a dream come true, even if it was still a possibility. Why would you possibly want to sabotage that chance?
“I’ll be honest, I thought so too.” He started before letting out a sigh and looking into your eyes, his look not as hard as it was before.
“But you are my child. If there’s one woman who can survive in the world of men it is you. But don’t think that it’s going to be easy.” Raimond spoke out and you found yourself quickly nodding, a smile on your face. A grin appeared onto your father’s face which disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. He motioned for you to leave the room and to leave him alone. You silently stood up as you turned around to leave the room.
“Wipe that stupid smile off your face and listen to me.” He started and you turned around, your lips forming a straight line as you looked at him.
“No word to anyone at this point, especially to Andre. You understand?” He asked and you nodded as a response which was a bad idea since your father spoke to you now in a much louder voice.
“We do not nod. We say the words. Do you understand?” He questioned, his voice sounding as harsh as it always was.
“Yes, I understand.” You spoke out loudly, trying to match his harshness but failing to do so. You weren’t as tough as he was and there was no denying it. Everyone who knew your family knew it, and so did your father.
“Good. Now go find yourself a nice dress. We’re having a party tonight.”
Ok! The second of 4 Andre prompts! I will break up the next
few with a Michael Latta and JVR one! I hope you all like the cute fluffy
Andre, especially you anon! Loved the prompt and I hope I did it justice!
Warning: Teasing (you know the kind)
Anon request: Can you please do an Andre Burakovsky imagine
about his gf spending the night and when she wakes up she tries to leave but he
won’t let her and and they end up spending the day together in bed and it’s
super adorable and fluffy. Please and thank youuuuu!!!
up, your back pressed against Andre’s front, his arms wrapped tightly around
you. You sighed and snuggled back into Andre as the morning light filtered
through the window.
“I’ve been waiting for this opportunity my whole life, to play in my first NHL game is going to be such a big moment for me. I’m not just going to be happy with one game, I’m here to compete for the whole season.”- André Burakovsky, who scored the only 2 goals in his first Stanley cup playoffs May 6, 2015
It’s been weeks since she’s felt his skin on her skin. It’s
gotten to the point where she’s felt guilty about being so caught up in wanting
him so bad. He’s struggling, he’s hurting, he’s literally disappearing in front
of them. She’s done everything she can think to do to try and keep him afloat
since that night. When he grabbed her hand in the bath, she thought maybe, just
maybe he’d pull through, slowly, with her help. But that wasn’t the case. He’s
had good days, where the light in his eyes would return, he’d be cognizant of
his surroundings, he’d talk to her. But his bad days were… bad. He wouldn’t get
out of bed, he wouldn’t say a word and he would just stare. Lost in a fear the only he can navigate. She can’t reach him this
time and it scares her.
Michonne shifts in her seat as she watches him move around
the kitchen. He’s having a good day today. He’s up, he’s showered and he doing
the dishes to give her a break. He looks so good. His hair is slicked back,
flipping out slightly at the ends. His white t shirt hugs his chest and arms in
the most distracting of ways, his jeans riding low on his hips. He turns
slightly, his head down as he scrubs Judith’s favorite sippy cup, giving her a
beautiful view of his side profile. Her dark eyes travel down the ridge of his
strong nose and land on those perfect, plump, pink lips of his. She wants those
lips all over her frenzied body. She shifts at the thought, her bottom half
flooding as memories of their late night love making resurface.
She sighs. It’s been so
long. She knows she has better things to be concerned about. Rick’s mental
health for one, Maggie and the baby for two, Daryl being taken for three, but
yet here she is, sitting in her kitchen consumed with thoughts of Rick fucking
her. On the table, over the couch, from behind, her on top, his hands roaming
all over her tight, tense body. She shakes her head, trying to will the
thoughts away. This isn’t her. This isn’t Michonne. Michonne is pragmatic,
Michonne is constantly thinking of ways to keep her family safe. She doesn’t
sit around like a love struck, horny teenager in times of chaos but she feels
so disconnected from him. Their once unbreakable bond is gone and she wants it,
no, needs it back. She wants the most
primal of connections between man and woman. It’s been so long.
Dylan had spent most of her day getting ready for the annual police department ceremony honoring those in service. She wanted to look especially good since Andres was getting honored with a medal for all his hard work. She had found a dress that would fit, got her nails and hair done. But the whole while, she felt uncomfortable and she couldn’t figure out why. She experienced a constant ache that was spread out over time. . but she ignored it because it was Andres’ special night. Once they arrived at the event, Dylan decided to sit and get herself comfortable since it was a long ceremony. As she sat, she felt another ache hit her and she cringed a little but breathed through it. Throughout the entire award ceremony, she felt the pains coming quicker and quicker. It wasn’t until it was getting closer for Andres to get his reward that Dylan excused herself to the bathroom. She made it inside and she was going into a stall, seeing a girl giggling when she felt a small rush of liquid from between her legs and she cringed over in pain. “Oh god.” She leaned back against the wall and slid down. “No… not now…” She said as she realized she was going into labor. “Ew… did you pee yourself because it’s okay… i do it too sometimes,” The drunk girl said to Dylan. Dylan cringed again. “No… my baby… he’s coming… please get help… my fiancee… he’s outside,”