I read on some puckbunny pages (it’s kinda helpful to find out which dudes are asshole if you want to check it out, i’m not really interested in who’s banging who but more into who treats girls like shit) that Dylan does kind of get around. I don’t know if that’s true but i’m going to assume it is for the sake of this imagine.
You were currently making breakfast in yours and Dylan’s kitchen when said boy made his way into the room. “Mornin’ ” he mumbled a pressed a kiss against your cheek. He was only clad in boxers and reeked of last night. “Your hookup staying for breakfast?” Dylan who was halfway falling asleep on top of you hummed. “Or do you need me to pretend to be your girlfriend again so she leaves.” “Nah, last night was great. Might as well give her some bacon for it.” You sighed and cracked another egg open in the pan. Dylan left to go shower and a few minutes later last night’s puckbunny stumbled out of his bedroom. “He’s in the shower. If you want you can go join him.” She stared at you for a moment, obviously ashamed of being seen. After she saw your shirt she loosened up a bit. Dylan had gotten you the shirt a week after you moved in with him. The front said in big bold letters not his girlfriend while the back proclaimed just his roomie. It has become your regular sleep shirt, just in case one of his hook ups walked into you. The girl looked like she wanted to follow your advice and you sighed. “Second door to the left. Before you go, how do you like your eggs ” She turned around and walked towards the bathroom door. Before she disappeared she turned back to you. “I’m vegan.” Of course she is. After an awkward breakfast with double bacon and eggs for you, Ellie or Nellie or something like that left and Dylan threw himself onto the couch. He turned on the tv and leaned back. “What’s the plan today?” You put away the last of the dishes and joined him on the couch. “I’ve got school and then work. You’ve got practice at 5 and at 9 you’ve got a Skype date with McJesus scheduled.” You liked Connor a lot. You’ve been friends since you were little kids and he was the one that suggested you and Dylan room together because apparently he “trusted Dylan with you” which only made you a little mad. As weirdly depowering it was he also “trusted you with Dylan” so you thought it had to do less with your gender and more with your personality. Dylan was awesome. He let you live in his spare room rent free and didn’t protest when you started to take over basic tasks all over the place like cleaning the apartment or cooking. He never treated you like you had to do these. His friends sometimes joked about you definitely being the mom friend but they were the same friends that needed your help to do their laundry. You’ve come to find out hockey players are just overgrown children. You went to your room to change before taking your bag and getting ready to leave for university. “Bye Dyl-pickle.” “What? I don’t get a goodbye kiss?” You walked over to the couch, took his face between your hands, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t spend the entire day napping and if you have a puck bunny over…” He cut you off. “No sex on any surface that you could come in contact with aka sofa or kitchen, the shower is okay but clean it after and don’t let her use your shampoo. I know the rules Y/N. Now go or you’ll miss class.” You sighed and walked towards the door. “I might go out with Y/F/N after work and I need you to be dd for me if I do. I’ll call.” With that you walked outside. The drive to campus wasn’t long and less than an hour later you plopped down onto the seat Y/F/N saved you. She took one look at you and sighed. “Rough night?” You let your head rest on the tiny table in front of you. “Yeah. Dylan brought home another girl and I swear they were doing it against my wall the entire night.” “Oh sweetie. You know if you’d just tell him how you feel…” She pulled you into a hug and you had to hold back tears. “It’s okay. I told you I’d get over him eventually. Wanna get drunk tonight?” You weren’t legal in Erie yet but thankfully you’ve got fake IDs. “You know getting drunk won’t solve anything, right?” “I know, but tonight I just really really want to hook up with a stranger and get over Dylan.”
Don’t worry anon, I’m a Caps fan too! (Among many others but
Caps are the hometown team) And so here we go! One third of the brobeans! Plus
I’m on a hockey players with children kick so you get a two-for-one! Enjoy
Anon Request: Hi!!! I’ve literally been spending the past
few days reading your imagines and I LOVE them!!! Personally, i’m a caps fan
and if you’re not backed up on requests, do you think you could do one where
y/n is at a caps game and Tom Wilson has eyes on her the whole game and they
somehow meet after the game or something? Change it any way you’d like!!!
you daughter asked as she sat next to you, coloring.
i’m just saying talking about de-sexualizing lgbt spaces and like saying mlm attraction to people who are not you (and also adults) makes you uncomfortable (fetishism aside) really drives home the point that mlm and other lgbt people should be ashamed of their sexuality. because like. a lot of LGBT people feel guilty and dirty because their sexuality includes wanting to actually have sex with people.
Ok so here we have the love of my life, JVR, with children!
I love hockey players with children! It’s like the greatest thing ever! Ok so
@jinglemejamie Request: could you do a JvR imagine where you take him home
with you for a family event and there are a bunch of kids? then he like asks
you when you can have kids and then you tell him that you’re pregnant?? i think
this is such a cute idea!! thanks so much
on the porch swing, watching and laughing as James played hockey with the kids.
In 2000, hockey player Jarome Iginla began donating $1,000 per goal he scored to the children’s charity Kidsport, a figure he doubled to $2,000 in 2005. Between 2000 and 2013, he donated more than $700,000 from this initiative. source