hot hockey player of the day

anonymous asked:

What some of your favourite random facts/general things about the team this year?

In no particular order of interesting things (sorry, this got a little long):

  • Kassian likes to colour on flights
  • Benning is from Edmonton area and his father is also very famous here (for hockey) so it’s a big deal for him to play here
  • Puljujarvi spent Christmas day with Benning and his parents before his parents arrived on Boxing Day from Finland 
  • Maroon’s uncle owns a roller hockey rink. He takes his son, Anthony, there sometimes. 
  • In Maroon’s first year in the NHL (on the ducks), he cut everyone’s socks on their toes and their boxers. The retaliation was that all of his laces were cut, socks were missing, so he had to find ways to get home with no clothes.
  • Gryba and Hendricks hunt
  • Larsson claims that Klefbom (his roommate) has a blow-up poster of himself and his eight-pack abs in his room, but Klefbom denies this
  • Klefbom is good in the kitchen
  • Letestu’s kid’s favourite player is Connor, to which Letestu says  if you’re going to have heroes, make them good ones and Connor is perfect hero for a young kid growing up.”
  • Connor never had a rink in his backyard because his dad wanted a deck and a hot tub
  • Leon’s favourite food is steak with mashed potatoes
  • Eberle has been with his now-fiance since they were fifteen. He plays guitar and she sings/teaches piano
  • Nuge’s dad tried to get him into baseball but hockey “was just something he started playing seriously at about four years old and he’s never missed a day since.” 
  • Nurse’s younger sister, Kia, is an Olympic medalist
  • Talbs played for NYR, mentored by Henrik Lundqvist, and Henrik was a huge supporter of Talbs’ success. He improved much faster than anyone thought he would and was looking for a place to be a starting goalie because he knew he was good enough for another team, but not enough to upend the king
  • When Connor was younger, he said he’d like to play with a guy like Milan Lucic
  • Caggiula and Connor went to high school together

popular trope: jack is a pro hockey player with an injury requiring some rehab and bitty is a yoga instructor helping him regain flexibility

reverse trope: bitty is a pro figure skater with an injury and jack is a retired athlete turned yoga instructor helping him regain his flexibility


eric had always been open to the idea of yoga, but between early morning practices, travel, and competition he’d never really had the time. his flexibility was great as it was, and it hadn’t been something at the top of his training list when there were so many other things to develop

until the day he rolled his ankle on a landing and the bottom of his fibula snapped like a twig during a georgian drought

thankfully, the break had happened during at the very end of competition season. he hadn’t even missed any events. but it would be a long road if he wanted to compete next season; he was out of his cast, but he was trying to work his leg muscles back up to where they had been before the accident

which brought him here, to this yoga class, with his insufferably hot and surprisingly flexible instructor with beautiful eyes, a killer jawline, and an ass that just would NOT quit

he was almost certainly straight, but it was nice to enjoy his soft, pleasantly accented voice running him and the others through the cycle of positions. it was even better when they had their private session with an emphasis on leg stretches after the group class, and all of jack zimmermann’s powerful and precise attention was on bitty for a thrilling sixty minutes

the best worst was when those big, warm hands would skim over his skin, gently moving him into positions that caused a hot, slow burn to tingle through his unused muscles and a flush to rush across the rest of his body for entirely different reasons

zimmermann had been a hockey player himself, back in the day, before an injury ended his season early and he’d decided at 33 not to return for a sixteenth season with the providence falconers. he was a natural choice for a yoga instructor, understanding the skating body like he did

if their sessions were also a torturous exercise in self-control, well… that was just eric’s cross to bear, now wasn’t it? 

An Image To Protect pt.3

Matthew Tkachuk x Reader

Team: Calgary Flames

Warnings: Cheese

POV: First

part three for an image to protect!!

maybe in the next part you could have them become official?

About the part 3 to tkachuk, maybe something where you officially meet the wags as his gf or his fam?

Here are part one and part two!

I decided to go for a first “I love you” thing because I really dislike writing about meeting families and in the first part, it was a possibility the reader had already met the WAGS just not as a love interest. 


Originally posted by kevinhayes

How did I end up here? Sat on the couch, late one Saturday night, some random episode of Catfish playing on the t.v. while my fingers were playing with Matthew’s curls. The both of us were basically half asleep, Matthew even dozing off every now and then but jumping back awake. 

It seemed like just yesterday when I attended the family skate for the Flames and Johnny had dragged me along to meet his friends. 

Yet here we were.

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William Nylander - Part 6

In case anyone missed it, I now have masterposts for both my Matthews story and the Nylander one! Keeps everything nice and organized! 

After dinner we roll to a stop outside my apartment. An awkwardness comes over me and I have no idea what to do or say so I wait for him to break the silence.  

               “I’d ask to come in, but I think I hit my limit of making you do things today,” Will says, shifting into park and leaning back in his seat to look at me.

               I laugh and nod. “I would have said no anyway.” We both know it’s a lie.

               “Sure,” he humors me and our eyes meet. Instead of the tension rising, it seems to dissipate. I’m comfortable with him. It’s a shocking revelation. Just as is the fact that his hair is different shades of blonde almost, a natural highlight that I hadn’t noticed before.

               “Are you going to call me this time?”

               I hesitate a moment. “It’s possible.”

               He tilts his head down and gives me a skeptical look.

               “You never know, I could still be gathering evidence of your stalking incidents,” I tease, giving him a severe look.

               Will laughs, it rumbles in the enclosed space and my heart skips a beat. It’s a beautiful sound.

               “I guess anything is possible,” he says and we fall silent again. I don’t want to get out of the car and I don’t think he wants me to leave either.

               “Well, I’m sure my cat is very upset I didn’t spend my Sunday with her,” I start when the silence stretches on for too long, my hand reaching for the door handle. Silently begging him to stop me. He does.

               Will’s hand catches my wrist and I look back at him in question. He gives me a shy smile before leaning in and kissing my cheek gently.

               “Goodnight, Y/N,” he says, his breath raising goosebumps on my skin.

               “Will,” I say as a goodbye and lift myself out of the car, closing the door gently behind me. I don’t look back.

               The elevator dings, the doors closing after I press my floor number and I lean back against one of the walls, my head hitting the glass with a thud. The only reassuring thing that this hasn’t been a dream is the dull ache.

               “What the hell am I doing?” I ask myself aloud. You said yes to another date with Nathan for tomorrow yet you spent all day with a drop dead gorgeous hockey player and let him take you out to dinner and kiss your cheek and make your stomach do backflips and you are a horrible person. I let out a wail of despair once I’m in my apartment and Kota pins her ears back. Her eyes judgmental.

               “Don’t even start with me, Kota,” I snap, throwing some food into her bowl. I strip down in my bathroom and turn the water as hot as I can stand. Letting the water relax my muscles and steam the bathroom, I let my mind wander. It doesn’t surprise me when it lands on Will. I wonder what he’s doing. I wonder if he’s showering just like me. Oh you just had to go to a naked image, didn’t you? I scold myself and turn the scalding shower off.

               I don’t bother dressing myself, tying a robe around myself instead. Wandering out into the living room Kota is perched on her usual spot on the back of my couch. Her eyes are less judgmental now and she’s content to let me pet her head.

               “Oh Kota, two weeks ago I had no boys. Now I have two,” I whisper and she meows back. I don’t speak cat but I’m pretty sure she just asked me for more food.

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               When my alarm sounds in the morning I bounce out of bed, always the morning person. I’m my most productive in the early hours of the day, hence the alarm at 6:30. I dress myself smartly, also key to being productive and twist my hair into messy bun. Kota bends between my legs as I gather my morning breakfast, nearly causing me to break my ankles twice.

               I pull up my schedule on my tablet as I stuff toast and eggs into my mouth. A lunch meeting with a few other editors at the office and several more manuscripts are due to be in my inbox when I arrive. They are never sent over email. Always a hard copy in my little tray in the office that I seldom use in downtown Toronto.

               With a free morning I get uninterrupted time to clean my apartment. One of my favorite things to do. There is just such a satisfying sound when the vacuum runs over my carpet, leaving that beautiful trail. My parents bought me a Roomba for Christmas, I exchanged it for a new coffee maker. Orderliness and cleanliness cannot be made by a robot.

               By the time I’m walking into the office, precisely nine minutes early, my mood is sky high. I greet the receptionist, janitor, a copy writer and three people I don’t know as I walk to the glass enclosure of a conference room. I remember now why I prefer to work from home. The ultramodern look and feel of the office is overwhelming at times. Everything too professional and cold for my liking.

               I take my usual seat, second on the right, back to the door and carefully lay all my papers and files before me in particular order. Movement to my left comes as a surprise but doesn’t scare me.

               “Here already? I thought you liked coming to meetings fifteen minutes late?” I say without looking up from my pad of paper that I always use to take notes on.

               “All good things must come to an end,” Jake sighs, placing my usual Caramel Macchiato before me before settling himself down in the third seat to the right. “Bartello said after the last meeting that I have to be good for three months and she will clear my record.”

               I scoff and shake my drink a few times before taking a sip. “I didn’t think you were afraid of Bartello.”

               “Yeah, well, I’m more afraid of having to go back to photocopying. Worst year of my life,” he replies. I finally glance up at him when he shuffles his papers out onto the table and my eyes widen. Jake’s usual unruly hair is smoothed to the side with a clean cut and his lazy attire is now freshly pressed and his tie is actually tied.

               Jake realizes I’m staring and his cheeks turn a faint pink. “What?” He asks self-consciously, eyeing me warily.

               “Goddamn Mattias,” I exclaim and his pink turns beet red. “You look fine as hell!”

               “Would you keep your voice down,” he mumbles furiously at me, busying himself with his papers while I snicker.

               “What’s her name? Is it the new receptionist? She looks like a total sweetheart, all rosy cheeks and pretty black curls. I can see it,” I nod and smirk at his obvious discomfort.

               “It’s not the receptionist,” he snaps and I press him with a stare. He knows I won’t let it go. “You’re not going to like my answer,” he says cautiously, his eyes darting to me and to the coffee in my hand.

               “What do you mean I won’t lik-“ I freeze in my words. Jake sees the revelation in my face and I can see sweat beading on his forehead. “No no no no no no…. Jacob Oscar Mattias you had better tell me that what I’m thinking is not true.”

               Jake swallows hard and glances at the exit to our left. “Jake, you had better tell me right now that you are not dating my sister,” I lower my voice and level him with a glare. He makes a noise in the back of his throat and licks his lips nervously.

               “YOU’RE DATING MY SISTER?” I yell and he jumps in his seat before grabbing my arm and glancing again over his shoulder where two of our coworkers are looking up from their desks.

               “Would you stop yelling?” He whispers, ducking his head closer to mine. “And please don’t hit me. I still have a bruise from six days ago at the last meeting.”

               I can feel murder on my face and I know he feels it.

               “You can’t act so surprised, you knew there was something there,” he says, leaning back in his seat. Clearly taking comfort in the fact that I can’t beat him over the head with my briefcase in the middle of the office.

               “But… it’s Rian… she’s my baby sister,” I squeak. Betrayal rushing over me like a broken dam.

               “She’s not a baby, Y/N. She’s barely two years younger than us. Three more months and she graduates. It’s not a huge deal!”

               “It is so! How long?” I demand, still seething.

               “Just a few days, two dates is all,” Jake answers, more tension leaving his body.

               “So after the game then?” I ask. Rian had been so nervous during the entirety of the car ride there and back, blushing at every word Jake had said. I had just thought it was a crush thing. Never did I imagine they would act on it.

               “Yes, after the game. When you didn’t answer me the next morning right away to ask how you were feeling, I called Rian to make sure everything was okay. It all kind of spiraled from there,” Jake shrugs and I press my lips into a hard line.

               “I texted you right when I woke up! How early did you call her?”

               “I was worried about you, Y/N. Nathan and Rian aren’t the only people that love you,” he snaps at me and my heart softens a little bit. But I’m still pissed he’s probably already kissed my baby sister.

               “Don’t you try and suck up to me now Mattias,” I snap back at him and he gives me a shifty grin. “So that’s what all this is about?” I ask, mussing his hair much to his annoyance.

               “Not really,” he says, shoving my hand away and attempting to smooth his black hair back out again. “Just ready for a change.”

               I give him a skeptical look but drop the topic as our coworkers slowly start filing in.

               “This isn’t over,” I mumble to him, bringing my drink to my lips. “No matter how many macchiatos you bring me.”

               The meeting goes as usual, someone gets yelled at but it’s not me or Jake so I don’t really care. I give Jake a dirty look every chance I get and he’s always quick to look away. Once everything is done and we gather our things, walking out the door together.  

               “All your dirty looks reminded me,” Jake starts once we are out of earshot of the others and in my office. “Rian mentioned you went out with William Nylander last night?” He raises his eyebrows and flops down in one of the seats across from my desk.

               I silently curse my sister for being a blabber mouth and fix Jake with a stare as I take my own seat and pick of the stack of manuscripts waiting for me. Fanning through them I reply. “Yeah, what about it?” I decide not to lie and I realize with a pang that I have yet to text Will.

               “It just surprises me because you went out with Nathan the other night and I think he mentioned something about going to a play tonight,” Jake says slowly and I smack my forehead with the stack of papers.

               “The play!” I moan and squeeze my eyes closed. I had completely forgotten.

               “Yeah…” Jake says a bit awkwardly, which I find ironic that he considers that to be awkward when I’m pretty certain he’s had his tongue down my little sister’s throat already.

               I sigh and lean back in my chair, replacing the papers onto my desk and tilt my head to look out the window.

               “I don’t know what I’m doing, Jake,” I whisper.

               “I’ve gathered that,” he nods and I look at him in surprise when he chuckles.

               “What?”

               He hesitates a moment, looking like he’s gathering his words first. “It’s just… so unlike you I guess. You’re a person who needs to be organized and even since high school you’ve always known what you wanted.” He shrugs and leans back as well. “I just never saw you as someone who plays the field.”

               “I am not playing the field!” I retort and glare at him. “And you seem very unconcerned that this involves your best friend and there’s a possibility that things aren’t going to work out between him and me.”

               Jake shrugs again much to my annoyance. “I never have thought of you two as a couple, you’re too similar I think,” he says slowly. “Besides, I wouldn’t really consider him as my best friend as of late, I’ve hardly seen or talked to him since the game. He’s so involved in everything at school and all of his coworkers at the hospital he’s doing his practical at… I think of you as my best friend more than Nate.”

               I turn my attention back out the window, letting Jake’s words sink in. I hadn’t realized until now that Jake is right. Nathan never even mentioned Jake when we were out the other day, all he really talked about what school and what his future hopefully consisted of. I don’t even think we talked about my own work. Glancing at Jake, I see his brow bunched together as he stares blankly at my desk.

               “I don’t think that’s true, Jake,” I say gently. “I think of you as my best friend as well, you’re the person I see the most to be completely honest. But Nathan is still your friend, he just has other priorities right now. It’s like when you and I were in our program, all we pretty much saw was each other. I don’t think we left each other’s sides for sixteen weeks,” I smile at him and he hesitantly reflects it back to me.

               “Don’t think about it too much, Jakey,” I reach forward and cover his hand with my own. “Nathan will snap out of it. You still have your best friend.”

               Jake stares at our hands and slowly nods his head. I hadn’t realized how much this affected him. A little bit of guilt flashes through me about yelling at him earlier.

               “Still going to the play tonight?” He asks after a few moments his sad expression replaced with a smirk, though he doesn’t remove his hand from mine.

               “You want to come? Rian would be down I’m sure,” I say, an idea already forming in my head. It’s not a date if your little sister comes. Jake seems to know exactly what I’m thinking and frowns at me.

               “Are you even into him?” He asks bluntly.

               I stare at him in silence, taking in his bronze skin and his even darker eyes. I can see why Rian gets giddy every time I mention him. “I don’t know, Jake,” I answer truthfully. “I really don’t. I had never thought about him in that way until recently, and even now… it’s strange. But also kinda nice?” I scrunch my nose, my mind in a million places at once.

               “But you need time,” Jake says and I nod.

               “I think so.”

               “And what about Will?”

               My cheeks heat and my heart skips a beat in my chest. My physical reaction is enough for Jake to nod.

               “Much different reaction,” he muses.

               “Much,” I agree quietly. I squeeze his hand once more before wiggling the mouse to my desktop to get the screen to wake up. “So you want a ticket for tonight?”

               “Yes, ma’am. Two please,” he winks at me and I scowl even though it was my idea.

               “Keep your damn hands to yourself when I’m around,” I growl at him as he stands and makes to leave my office. “I’m going to have nightmares for weeks now.”

               Jake gives me his goofy smile, the contrast of his white teeth again his brown skin makes me envious and I hate that he used my favorite smile against me.

               “Get out of my office.”

Valentine’s Day- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by thornescratch

Ok so I know this is a day late, but I worked yesterday so you get a late Valentine’s Day story from me! I’m not gonna lie, it’s super angsty. I have another story I’m writing that’s 10000000% angsty so take this while you can! Any who… there was a post recently that since Andre (on twitter) retweeted about body positivity, that maybe he likes bigger girls and as one, I will run it into the ground lol. I love this precious bean! Anyway, enjoy guys!

 Warning: Angst, lack of self-esteem

Part Two (It’s the Thought that Counts)

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Is There a Goalie In the House? (Alex Galchenyuk)

Anonymous said:

First your writing is amazing. Second, Could you please do an Alex Galchenyuk imagine where he is dating a female hockey goalie and she surprises him at one of his games by being announced with the team during line up or something? Maybe some fluff? Thank you!

Word count: 2398

Author’s note: I don’t often enjoy my writing, in terms of me reading it again after I’ve written it, but I really enjoyed this one. This goes out to all my ladies out there. You can do anything, so long as you think you can.

Originally posted by b-gallagher11


You were a little self-conscious about dating Alex. You loved him, of course, but it was just weird to you to be dating a hockey player when you, yourself, are also a hockey player. You worry that people think you’re dating him to get a spot on the team, or other such fears. Even though you know they’re baseless fears, you can’t help but to worry at least a little bit.

Alex, however, thinks it’s totally hot that you’re a hockey player. He thinks it’s even hotter that you’re a goalie. Goalies are the ones who take all of the hits and carry their teams on their backs. Alex loves how tough you are on the ice, how you never flinch, no matter how many pucks you face on a given night. He always jokes how you could beat Carey in a shootout easily. Although you’d never tell Alex, you’d love to play on the same team as him, one day. Even though you know that it’s obviously never going to happen, you can’t help but to dream.

That is, until you get the call.

You’ve just gotten dressed in your street clothes after a really productive practice. The team worked really hard today and you all feel ready for the game tomorrow. As you gather your things into your bag, you notice your phone start to go off. Even though it’s not saved in your phone, it’s a number from the Montreal area, so you answer it. You always worry that if you don’t answer the phone, it’s going to be from a trainer or a hospital telling you that Alex is hurt.

“Hello?” You answer, waving goodbye to your teammates as you head out of the locker rooms.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” A deep voice asks. Your blood runs cold, assuming the worst.

“This is she. May I ask who’s calling?”

“(Y/N), this is Coach Julien. Let me just start off by saying that Alex is perfectly fine.” You breathe a sigh of relief at his statement, letting out a shaky laugh.

“You know hockey girlfriends too well, Coach. What’s the reason for this call?” You ask politely.

“Well, Montoya’s sick and he’s not going to be able to play tonight. Our emergency goalie’s wife just had a kid, so he’s on leave, and we can’t get anyone from St. John or Brampton up here fast enough. Would you be able to fill in as backup goalie tonight?” Coach Julien asks hopefully. Your eyes widen as you silently squeal.

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anonymous asked:

omg u should totally continue the NHL AU for nurseydex!! i really really enjoyed the parts that u wrote! could u write about when nursery gets hit by that one guy & almost gets concussed? thanks!! love u

(all stories in this universe are tagged nhlau)

Dex is at home on a rare day off when it happens. He’s watching the Leafs and the Sens, texting Nursey dumb shit like, “just watched u trip over the blue line i’m divorcing u,” and “beauty of an assist, babe,” that he’ll read after the game. Nursey does the same for him when he catches Dex’s games, though his are always packed with god-awful innuendos that really shouldn’t make Dex as hot as they do. Whatever, he’s a hockey player that’s married to a hockey player, he’s allowed to be turned on by slap shots.

He’s thinking about maybe ordering a pizza or something when Nursey breaks away, streaking up the side of the ice and carrying it into the zone. He’s got Neil near him, but there’s no way he’ll catch up. Nursey sauces the puck across to Gardiner, but Dex isn’t watching the puck, because Neil is still moving in on Nursey, looking like he has no intention to stop. Nursey doesn’t see him, and Dex’s breath catches in his throat as Neil lays Nursey out, late and high.

“Fuck,” he curses, “Fuck, Nursey, get up. Get up, baby. Please get up.”

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Imagine 1: Sidney Crosby  Stood Up

Shit! Shit! Shit!
Sid was running late for his date with the love of his life.  He felt like shit.  He wasn’t winning games.  Things always got tense with his girlfriend towards the end of the season.  He had insisted on the date because he had forced her to go to a couple of things alone, even though he said he’d be there.  He hated feeling guilty.
35 minutes.  He was 35 fucking minutes late for their date.
He pulled into her favorite restaurant.  
“Mr. Crosby, you must be here for your order.”
“Order?” he asked.
“Your date left about ten minutes ago.  She paid for your food.”
“My food?”
The hostess rattled off his favorites.  She even included his favorite maple glazed angel food cake.
“There’s a note.”
Sid - Go home.  Watch some hockey and relax.  Be safe tomorrow. — Love you.
She followed it with her loopy initial.  It was the way she would sign little notes  she’d leave him when she had to be to the office really early and he’d wake up to find her gone or when he’d leave her in his house, asking her to lock up, when he had practice or a meeting early.  She always left a little note.  
He went home.
I am so, so sorry.  You are too good for me. He texted her as he sat down to eat the food.  He keyed up some hockey to watch of the teams that the team would need to beat to make the playoffs.
U owe me. :(
Name it.
Nova Scotia, this summer?
she responded.  She had asked to go to his house in Nova Scotia every year.  He never let her, knowing he could easily find himself so wrapped up in her, he might slack off on his off season work out to bulk up for the upcoming season.
Haha. You would be a distraction.  Off season is to get ready for the upcoming season.
nvm  

You going to have extra time this summer? Maybe I could stop down here for a visit half way through, like two or three days before the kids camp.
nvm

She was a workaholic like him.  It didn’t surprise him she had the extra time, but she always went places with the college buddies.
What about your crew? he responded, using her word for her close knit group of friends.
nvm
Are you not doing anything with them?
NVM
I just don’t want to feel guilty when I can’t spend every minute with you because I have to train.
NVM!!!

Sid felt his frustration bubbling up.  He called her.  She answered on the second ring.
“Hi,” she sighed, her frustration evident.
“Hi. I just…you know my life is hockey.  My team needs me to focus.  As much as I get paid, I have to be focused on hockey 365,” he said.
“Sid, it’s fine.  I get it.  I knew you were hockey going in.  I am not mad,” she sighed.
Sid listened to her waited for the more that was coming because every girl had a but that trailed that sentence.  After a long silence, Sidney couldn’t handle it any more.
“And?” he asked, angry he wasn’t focused on the hockey play he was supposed to be going over.
“You are the one that decided on the date.  You planned it.  You made the reservations, and, for someone who is supposedly so courteous, you stood me up.  Any woman would be disappointed and upset if they were stood up.  Rightly so.”
“I went to the restaurant.”
“I left after 25 minutes of waiting on you.  Sidney, you stood me up.”
“Listen, my life is hockey.  If you can’t handle that, then I can’t be with you,” he said, silently blaming her for the distraction on the ice, though knowing deep down it wasn’t fair to her.
“Sid, if you don’t want me to be your girlfriend, then tell me.  Right now, it feels like you want me to leave you.  I feel like I was understanding and made sure you got food, and you are trying to pick a fight.”  She sighed.  This one sounded tired, weary.  
“Don’t be ridiculous.  I don’t want to fight with you.”  His mind flew.  She didn’t have a point.  She couldn’t.  Hockey was his life, and she was the distraction.  She was silent for a moment, before cutting through the silence.
“Ridiculous?  No, ridiculous is my boyfriend still lets everyone think he is single.  Ridiculous is every other great hockey player out there makes time for their girlfriends.”
“Great but not the best.  I have to be the best,” he interrupted, his anger spiking, “they are paying me to be the best.”
“They are paying you to play hockey.  There are several players out there, who make more than you, who somehow find time for their girlfriends. You know nearly every player in the league trains in the summer while spending time with their girlfriends, right?  It’s been 3 years, Sidney.  We haven’t spent one entire summer together in the 3 years we have dated.”
“Yeah, and you have been a distraction from the beginning.”  The second it was out of his mouth, he wanted to call it back.
“I’m sorry.  I don’t want to be a distraction.  I love you, Sidney.  I know that hockey is first for you.  I get it.  As I said, I’m not mad about hockey being your life, Sid.  I am justifiably upset, because you stood me up.”
“So, where does that leave us?” he asked, frustration pouring through him.
“Look, I love you,” she said.
“I love you, too,” he responded, easily.  
“And, I get that you don’t have a lot of time to spend with me right now.  When you can spend time with me, come over, or you can invite me to your place.  You just can’t make plans with me, and then just blow them off.  I could have gone out with my friends.  I could have caught some extra time at the office.  It wasn’t fair to me.”
“It’s not fair to me to ask if you could go to Nova Scotia with me.”
“Are you my boyfriend?” she asked.
“Yes, of course.”  He bit back the rest of the retort.  He had a feeling it wouldn’t end well if he called her question ridiculous again.
“Then I think that it is common courtesy to ask my boyfriend if he wants me with him during my time off this summer or not.  I am trying to be considerate.  It would be a shitty thing for me to make plans with my friends just to bail on them because you decided you want me in Nova Scotia with you.  I would have preferred to spend the summer with you, but since you don’t want me there, I’ll go on the cruise with them.”
Sid had to silently wonder if she considered him inconsiderate for not asking her before making his plans this summer.
“You’re right.  I’m sorry.  So we are still together, right?” he responded.
“Yes.  You just have to stop trying to make it me vs hockey.  If you are going to keep doing that, you need to end things right now.  You can’t keep trying to push me away because you say I am a distraction, especially since I never get mad if you play the hockey card to not spend time with me.  If there is never going to be a day, when you can’t play hockey anymore, where you can make us your life, then I want you to end it now.  Otherwise, for now, I’m content to wait.  So you tell me, are we together?”
“Yes.  I want us to be together, but what happens if you become no longer okay with waiting while I am still playing?”
“Then we break up, but we won’t know if we can make it through the wait if we don’t try.  What’s that Gretzky quote?  You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.  I think you are worth taking the shot.  If you don’t think I am, keep making it me vs hockey.  Because if you do keep pitting me against hockey, we won’t have a snowballs chance in hell.”
“Funny, smart and you quote hockey players.  You really are the perfect girl for me.”
“Well, your perfect girl has had a long day.  She is going to take long, hot bubble bath, and catch some sleep.  I have to go into the office early tomorrow to do the work that I could have been doing while I was on our date.”  Sidney winced at the reminder that he had stood her up.
“Okay, night babe.”
“Night.”
“I really do love you,” he said.
“I love you too.”

Sebastian Aho #1

Requested by:

1. Anon:  PROMPT: you work in a store inside the teams building (vendor/merch store whatever you choose) you’re dating a player on the team and he always comes to pick you up/wait for you to close up the store and all your coworkers are super casual about it. how you two met and ended up dating??? i have no ideas but i’m sure you’ll make this great haha!! you’re very much appreciated *bear hugs ya*

2. @koppolove:  could u write something about sebastian aho? something cute, he is a little shy, but very out-going type when u get to know him :)

*Love you both! Thank you so sooo much! I decided to put these two requests together since you requested at the same time and I guess it suits Sebastian Aho? I hope you like this. I love me some Finn.

Word count: 830

Originally posted by nhl-canes

The tap on the counter made you look up from the register. You grinned at the hockey player trying so hard to hoist a duffel bag on his shoulder, “ready?”

He smiled, “yeah, you?”

You raised one finger, “give me a minute.”

He nodded and plopped himself on the stool nearest you. You continued to balance the inventory for today as one of your workmates went over to him and handed Sebastian Aho a bottle of water.

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MONSTER HAUS AU PART III

A continuation of THIS AU

This got super long and I had to split it in half again. One day I will actually write fic about this again but for now, here is more of the Monster Haus AU, featuring random thoughts on the Main Cast.  

Bitty the Kitchen Witch

  • Bitty is garbage at basically everything witchcraft that is not baking but by god he is going to learn to ride a broom if it kills him.
    • It might kill him.
    • Chowder has air powers and has been helping him try to stay balanced while he moves around, trying to get the feel of it. Like training wheels. Chowder has more confidence about this than he does. 
  • Bitty naturally runs a little hot, but he still doesn’t handle the cold very well. Baking helps though, warming spells are just about the simplest kind and he has an arsenal of cookies ready to go whenever Jack’s ready to go he gets too cold. 
  • He does contact his mother, grilling her about every type of warming and anti-frostbite spell that won’t actually melt anything he touches. 
    • It’s unbelievably obvious. 
    • His mother is taken back a little, once she thinks for more than two seconds and realizes why he suddenly needs this, but stutters her way through the first few and gets a little stronger by the third. 
    • She is happy, if a little concerned. At least he’s not seeing a demon dear god.
  • So Bitty might be terrible at most spells, but he works ridiculously hard and ends up getting a semi decent warming charm down. 
    • Jack is incredibly moved and needs a minute.
  • Bitty is slightly self-conscious since he does not have a familiar like his mother. She had a large lop-eared rabbit that goes everywhere with her and helps her with spell work. Bitty thinks maybe that’s why his magic isn’t very strong.
    • He is also very worried that this has to do with him having a human father and not being a witch at all. 

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Ice Ice Baby 3

Author: really-meg

Pairing: OFC X Stiles Stilinski

Word Count: 1,084

Series: Ice Ice Baby   P1   P2 

A/N: Sucks to the max! v sorry, mostly filler with some good fuckboy!Stiles scenes. TAGS// @infinitydunbar @ancchor @maze-wolf  @flopmalum

Alex

I  opened the door to my house.

“I’m home!” I yelled dropping my bag onto the floor.

“Honey, how was your first day, hockey tryouts?” My mom asks from the kitchen.

I walk through the hallway and into the kitchen seeing her cooking something on the stove.

“It was okay some of the guys on the team are something else.”

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I’m ready to see these goofballs back on the AAC ice already! 16 more days.

charmer headcanons

so @foxtrot-thelaxbro and i have decided there’s a severe lack of chris chow/caitlin farmer content in this fandom and we will literally provide all of it if we have to. she’s already put out a list of her headcanons, and you should definitely check those out too. but here’s some more thoughts on samwell’s greatest power couple


•They get REALLY into couples costumes. They’re the type to start planning the next one in January. And yes, one year they did go as Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

•They have a tradition called Starbucks Sunday, in which every Sunday they go to the Starbucks on campus (which is far less popular than Annie’s but oh well) and try a different ridiculous secret menu drink. They want to work through the whole menu by graduation.

•They’re planning on moving in together back in California after graduation, but they need to find an apartment that allows pets because they want like five dogs.

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AU where Bitty works in a bookstore and is covered in styrofoam pellets and glitter because there’s just so many boxes of Christmas stuff to open, working the info desk and the cash register at the same time, and Jack as the overwhelmed customer who chose a weekend day in December to come ask for an elusive book about a dead historic guy that’s almost out of print but requires, like, tons of research.

anonymous asked:

Hi there Felix, hope you're having a great day. Sun's out in beautiful Adelaide! Here's a thought. Do you think the reason MM has been so determined to bag Harry - so demanding, stalking, lying, manipulating etc - is because no one has dared to say 'no' to her in the past? She just can't handle the rejection. Let's face it, any hot blooded actors or hockey players she's been running around with are just going to go for it if she's offering. They don't have much to lose. Harry does! Maggie 😊

Hi Meggie.  Yes it’s true with MM’s narcissistic traits she can’t take no as an answer and is finding it difficult to deal with and that’s why this has continued this long until Harry puts out that leak which will be the end of her. 

All of the others like the Hockey players just said yes because they where in it for one thing that she offered at the time. I think Harry has said No multiple times now and she keeps on coming back for more due to the fact that she needs to be known as his GF to continue her promotion and make money and the most important thing is to keep the media from attacking her which will happen when this is over.  

thanks Maggie😊👍  enjoy the sunshine. It’s cloudy here in Melbourne today  

Shawn Mendes - Sports fan

Request:  Can u do a Shawn imagine wherw u and your besties are at a sabers vs. The maple leafs game and Shawn ’s sitting behind u and they play stitches over the speaker and u and it friends are singing and Shawn kinda falls for the reader I love your writing

MASTERLIST

I was never that big of a sports fan, but I just couldn’t say no when one of my friends told me she had tickets for the Sabres vs. Maple Leafs game. Her dad got them from one of his colleagues and gave it to her. So all four of us went to the game. The seats were pretty good, almost at the very front, we could see all the players. Before the game began we made sure to have every kind of snacks and drinks so we wouldn’t even have to stand up until the very end.

I look up to some things about hockey the day before so I wasn’t that uninformed, but I still had some party that were confusing. Fortunately my friends weren’t that pros at hockey as well, so it was like more of a funny afternoon looking at hot hockey players and having some fun.

“I like that one,” Marta pointed at the player that was standing at the center of the rink.

“He really is hot. I wonder how he looks like without all this stuff,” Tiff mumbled focusing on the guy and probably imagining him without clothes.

“Pervs!” I laughed. “I think that one is better,” I told them pointing at a guy who just entered the ice-rink.

“Ohlala! He is a real hottie. How old is he?” Nelly asked sighing.

“I think about twenty-five,” I tipped.

“Older. I think he is older,” Marta said getting into the debate.

“No! His face looks young, he can’t be older!” Tiff commented.

We went on like this, discussed almost every player’s appearance and choosing our favorites. If we didn’t stick out of the sports fans we really did when Shawn Mendes’ Stitches started to play through the speakers and we started to dance and laugh around. That song was our favorite, we listened to it all the time. We always talked about how awesome it would have been to meet Shawn since he was from Canada, but we had no idea that we only had to wait a few more minutes to see it actually happen.

“You watch me bleed until I can’t breathe,” we sang not caring that most of the people around us were looking at us like idiots. We just wanted to have fun.

As the song came to its end we all pouted our lips wanting to listen to it again, but then an all too familiar voice started to sing it behind us. And it was familiar because the same voice sang the song a few moments earlier. Our eyes went wide as we turned back and saw none other than Shawn Mendes sitting behind us with a cheesy smile on his handsome face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, you just seemed bummed that the song ended,” he chuckled seeing out faces.

“I can’t believe you just sang to us,” Tiff jabbered and I think she forgot to breathe.

“You like it?” he asked leaning closer to us and we all turned completely around so we could talk to him,

“This song is our true jam,” I reassured him still not believing that he was sitting right behind us. How long had he been there? Did he hear our little talk about the players?

“Have you been to a concert?” he asked I assume from all of us, but his eyes were on me all along. His eyes were so beautiful, I couldn’t turn my gaze away from him.

“No, not yet,” Marta answered.

“Well, I guess I have to change that.” A playful smile spread across his face as he took his phone out. Dialing a number he put it to his ear and his eyes were still on me. “Hey, do we have four tickets for the show for tomorrow?” Pause. Eyes still on me. “Yes. Okay, the names are…” He looked at Tiff and then we said our names in the order we were sitting. I was the last one. When he repeated it in the phone it was like he was memorizing it. “Yeah, thanks, see you later.” He ended the call and slid his phone back to his pocket. “It’s all settled. I got you VIP tickets, your names will be on the list.”

The girls started to scream and cheer while I was still staring at him.

“I hope you will be there,” he told me leaning a tiny bit closer to me while the girls were all around the place about the concert.

“I will, don’t worry.”

“And do you want to maybe hang out later?”

“Maybe,” I shrugged teasing him but I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Alright, then I guess I’ll have to find you on the concert. See you there.” He winked at me standing up. “It was nice to meet you girls, have fun on the concert!”

The girls said goodbye to him and we watched as he disappeared at the exit. If all hockey games included hot singers flirting with you, then I guess I just instantly became a sports fan.

Sexism

If you think sexism doesn’t exist, you’re wrong. It is here. In your face. And it’s time you open your eyes. By saying it doesn’t exist, you’re spitting in the face of all the women that fought and still fight for their rights. You’re ignoring all the child brides and the teenagers that will be sold into sex slavery. You’re closing your eyes on all the young girls that have to grow up with an unhealthy image of ‘perfection’. Sexism exist because my uncle once told my dad he was uncomfortable with me being in a bikini. I was 10, he was 42. Because my PE teacher was genuinely surprised by the fact that I had the same grade as a male teammate. Because when my sister’s friends found out that she lost her virginity at 15, they said she didn’t respect herself. Because I grew up to think I couldn’t be beautiful unless I followed stupid standards. Because the worst thing you can call a woman is a 'bitch’, but the worst thing you can call a man is my gender. Because when I say I like video games, guys think it’s hot, but when they discover I’m obsessed with video games, they think I’m a lonely geek. Because some boys at my school once did a petition to have prettier girls at school, since we weren’t good-looking enough. Because my friend’s brother never learned to cook, to wash or to change a diaper, but she did. Because a guy once told me being cat called was a compliment. Because when I told a teacher that I saw in the news a girl being raped, the first thing he asked me was 'what was she wearing?’. Because when I tell people I like sports, such as hockey and that I’m a huge Habs fan, they say I only like it because I think the players are hot. Because when I wrote an essay on abortion, my teacher said it was inadequate. Because when a guy my age slapped my ass at school and I punched him, I got suspended for 2 days, and all he got was an apology from me. If you think sexism doesn’t exist, you’re wrong.