But who am I gonna save now? I’ve just been soundly defeated by Sniglar.
I didn’t name it, IKEA did.
And if those Swedes can best me, when the Final Battle comes how am I going to protect my daughter?
I’m watching “the swedes” and rosa keeps saying how she and jake aren’t really friends and all they do is solve crimes together and i keep thinking about how a year and a half later they’re gonna be found guilty of a crime they didn’t commit and go to jail together and they said they wouldn’t rather be there with anyone else
Can you do a Andre burakovsky imagine where your friends
with one of his teammates and that friend has a party and you are entertaining
their kids and Andre sees you and is smitten and you two are introduced and you
hit it off.
Word Count : 1350
Shoutout to the anon who helped me with Swedish!
“Trevligt att träffa dig också vacker” - Nice to meet you too, beautiful
It’s was the end of the season party for the Capitals before
they all head back to their main countries for off season. Each year a team
member volunteers their house to throw a party so everyone can get together one
last time. This year was TJ’s year. You’d been friends with him ever since you
were little through your older brother. He basically became another brother to
you. With that, he invited you to the party this year. You knew some of the
teammates through him but not all of them. You were nervous at first but your
brother decided to come along as well.
Okay friends, Part 3! There will probably only be one more part of this story, mostly because I feel like it’s beginning to sound forced. That being said, this is over 4,000 words. It’s fucking long, you guys, I’m so sorry. I’m not quite happy with it, as I’m really really sick today but I wanted to get this up ASAP. I really hope y’all enjoy it, because it took forever to write :)
Warnings: SMUT! If you’re under 18/don’t like sexy time, I have that bit marked off by a line of these fun little squiggles ~~~ Also, there is cursing and mentions of alcohol, so be warned
“I think he’s up to something,” I said to my friend Cassie about Auston the next week. The free drinks hadn’t stopped, but the apologies had. I had a feeling that he was trying everything he could to keep me from forgetting him whilst also doing his best to be a complete dick. Obviously, he hadn’t gotten the memo that being a dick does not include providing me with expensive alcohol, but maybe he thought if he kept up that he would guilt me into apologizing first. Which I refused to do.
Yeah,” she answered absently, eyeing one of the guys at Auston’s table that I didn’t know. She was not being inconspicuous. “You’re right, something’s stinking in fucking Denmark,”
“I think you mean ‘Something is rotten in the state of Denmark’,” I provided. Her stare at Auston’s big redheaded friend was broken when she turned to glare at me.
“I don’t think I do.”
“Yeah you do, it’s from Hamlet. We took Intro to Shakespeare together, you should know this,” I was teasing her, but she didn’t seem to think it was funny. Possibly because her target for the night was within earshot.
“Whatever. Go fight with Auston-sorry, I mean Assface- again, I’m sure that’ll occupy your need to be overly critical.”
I couldn’t keep my cheeks from heating up, and I hid my face. I had avoided speaking to Auston successfully all night. I was not about to break my streak. My friend was back to leering at the huge ginger guy at the next table. “Why don’t you go introduce yourself to tall, red, and handsome over there? I’m done with hockey players, that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t have the experience at least once.” I made sure that my words weren’t condescending, I mean, who was I to keep my friend from getting some action from one of the broadest, most broodingly attractive men I had ever seen? “Especially since he looks like he’d be fun.”
“You think I should? I mean…”
“Go for it. I’m sure they’re not all as bad as Auston, as difficult as that is for me to admit,” I laughed a little.
The second she got up I regretted my encouraging her, because Willy and Mitch flashed over to my table like the booth was a magnet. And, judging by the way they were smiling, I knew that something was up.
Ok so here’s number two for the day! I might be able to get
one more up tonight, we’ll see! Anyway! Enjoy guys!
Warning: mentions of alcohol and drinking
Anon Request: Hey I was wondering if you could do an Andre B
imagine in which you guys break up for 2 months bc he thought it was the best
for the relationship bc u 2 travel a lot and such, but you come back to DC and
it was one of the teammates birthday and Brandi Holtby invited you to the party
but you guys end up dancing bc everyones got a date and you don’t and end up
having a great time and you can take it from here! Thanks you luv! x
to the party she said. It’ll be fun she said.” You took a sip of your beer
and snorted. “Yeah, right.”
Me, a swede, reading the news about how unnaturally cold or harsh winter weather hits the US, then look out my window to the barely-there-snow on the ground: Hmm, it’s almost as if something is affecting the way the weather functions.