i just...i had this idea of everyone telling puck to go for it and..

i found this post in my drafts and have ZERO memory of writing it (thank u alcohol) so im gonna put it in my queue lol
  • ok but imagine 
  • Bitty comes out to his parents but he doesn’t tell them about Jack, thinks it’s for the best, maybe to ease his parents into things or maybe to keep the pool of People Who Know as small as possible 
  • and like yeah Ransom and Holster are super oblivious but Suzanne Bittle is not, not when it comes to her son, because she is a certified Nosy Southern Mother and she can see he’s been acting differently, happier but quieter, always on his phone and blushing when she asks about boys
  • and he talks about the team a LOT 
  • Jack’s one of his best friends and he’s just started his NHL career, so of course Bitty’s never gonna shut up about Jack
  • (Same goes for Shitty and law school. And eventually Ransom and med school. Dicky is proud of his friends and wants everyone to know. He gets that trait from Suzanne, she understands)
  • but he keeps talking about this one Boy, how sweet he is and how his smile is like a sack of puppies and how bitty’s always making this boy do things with him like baking and getting froyo and going shopping and Suzanne is like. Yes. This must be Dicky’s secret boyfriend. 
  •  the next family weekend or whatever, Suzanne demands to meet this Chowder boy who’s stolen Bitty’s heart
  • Bitty is both confused and mortified

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A Strong Dislike (William Nylander)

Anonymous said:

hey! Could you maybe write one with William Nylander where you act like you hate each other but you’re actually in love with each other and too afraid to admit it? Thanks!!💕 (you’re such an amazing writer btw)

Anonymous said:

Could you do #3 with William nylander please ❤

#3: “Come with me to the other room.” - “We’re not going to talk about this now.”

Word count: 1226

Originally posted by wiillmajohansson

You don’t hate people.

Growing up, your parents always taught you that you never hated people, you just strongly disliked them. You took their advice; at least, you took their advice until you met William.

From the very moment that you had laid eyes on William, you had thought that he was really cute. Sydney Esiason, your best friend and the reason you were at the Leafs event in the first place, immediately started heckling you when she saw your face go bright red. When you had finally gotten up the courage to talk to William, though, things took a turn south.

William Nylander was a jerk. You hadn’t expected him to make a face when he saw you and comment about how it didn’t surprise him that Sydney had brought one of her puck bunny friends along. From there, the two of you had just gotten along swimmingly. Between the dirty looks thrown between each other to the little jabs about anything having to do with your ‘enemy,; you could say with ease that you hated William Nylander.

You still couldn’t manage to get over your crush on him, though. When he would glare at you, you couldn’t help but to notice how pretty his eyes are. Everytime he would get into an argument with you, his voice would send chills through you. However hard you tried to hate him, you also loved him, just a little bit.

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Re: Rules to Date a Hockey Player


This is just my perspective, but I think you genuinely don’t understand why people had a problem with your post, so I’m gonna go through it. And let me just say that not all of it is awful

1. this is a-okay, most of us don’t want to talk about our jobs at home
2. It’s one thing to respect your boyfriend’s wishes, but this can easily become controlling behavior that you later warn a hockey player’s partner against.
3. There isn’t a problem with this until the last line. Nobody’s value and/or input in a relationship should be reduced to their looks/being pretty not paying the bills. If that’s all one of these guys sees in you, they’re shitty, it’s not an equal partnership and their ass should be dumped.
4. It’s human to be disappointed by plans with your guy being cancelled. The line gets crossed when you throw a tantrum over something out of his control.
5. This is what I was talking about in #3. If he’s supposed be trusted around random women whose intention is getting him to cheat, he should be able to trust that you won’t let his teammate who doesn’t understand boundaries go too far if you speak to him.
6. I think you worded this one badly. There’s a difference between trying to communicate with that person while they’re hundreds of miles away from you, and harassing someone and expecting an immediate response 24/7.
7. I don’t know many people who have the time or money to do this in the first place.
8. Yes, but not every situation is the same. If you’re unhappy with the amount of time you’re getting to spend with your hockey player during the already limited amount of free time they have, you should be able to communicate with them— and I’m not talking about nagging, I mean productive communication.
9. Your two personalities are not one in the same. A woman and a man can be friends without her pining for attention outside of her relationship, even if Mr. Hockey Boyfriend doesn’t want to be buddies with him. Having friends who happen to play hockey with him doesn’t make you look cheap (never mind how misogynisitc this idea is).
10. People can wear what they want. Point blank. And a lot of women walk very well in heels without looking like Bambi.
11. I get what you’re trying to say because we all get exhausted, but again, communicating about something you’re unhappy with is important between two adults. Especially if, assuming you’re not married and living with this person, you’ve gone out of your way to go see them and they don’t value it.
12. I agree with the last piece, but 9 hours of anything without acknowledging the person spending time with you is ridiculous. Both people need to try something the other likes to do.
13. This is pretty common with athletes at all levels, but he shouldn’t turn into the Hulk if you don’t know better and make a mistake trying to talk about the game. Anybody who does that is an asshole immature.
14. The good job in the game piece if part of being supportive. But if they’re asking for an honest opinion on their outfit, there’s no need to tear them down, and there’s no need to lie either. And if he likes what he’s got on, that’s all that matters anyways.
15. He’s working, there’s no problem with this.
16. Every person should have an independent life outside of their relationship, no matter who the guy is and you shouldn’t feel guilt for not devoting your life to him 100%, especially if “you tell them not to go out with their friends, it’s not happening”.
17. If this is someone you’ve decided to be together with — you’re not “talking” or in any other not-a-committed-relationship status — making plans a couple months ahead isn’t unheard of.
18. This is a complete mess. You can’t defend this post as adult behavior and then follow in #19 with telling someone not to act like they’re in a high school relationship. Teasing is one thing when both parties have an understanding that, that is what’s being done. GROWN MEN AND WOMEN gossiping about a woman cheating, which they didn’t know for sure according to you, isn’t the same. Especially being that there’s an idea that “hoe” behavior by men in professional sports is okay. She was being slut-shamed for something that she may not have even done. And even if she had, her guy had no business telling everyone he works with what goes on within their relationship when he chose to continue being with her.
19. Again, I find this ironic following #18. And also, no person is disposable. That’s fucked. Nobody is a Barbie to entertain a man and nobody is a novelty item. And bimbo is just another gendered insult that I don’t think you would use against a man like the others throughout this post. What does it take to be a bimbo, anyways? Speculation that you might have cheated? That’s a little harsh, no?
20. You’re right, don’t throw away your life for anyone. Especially because most of the people reading this are young with a lot left in life to accomplish. But both people should be making efforts to spend time together, even if it’s just getting on FaceTime for the five overlapping minutes you both have.

I’m 100% not trying to shit on you or talk down to you, but what you wrote came across poorly. These are only things that I, personally, had an issue with. I can’t speak for anybody else. They may even think I’m wrong about some of this. What you wrote reeked of an unbalanced, unhealthy relationship with one person in control. I had to write this because it irked the hell out of me tbh.

Also, I noticed you changed your avi after your post got around. I hope you didn’t feel the need to do this because people were attacking you for a mistake.

@bisexualnylander I’m tagging you because you’re how I found out about this and I want your opinion.

Distract- Dylan Strome

Originally posted by laurastacey

Ok so we got some Dylan Strome love here! The Erie Otters won the OHL Championship the other day so it worked out perfectly for this. I don’t know how I feel about it, but let me know what you guys think! Enjoy!

Warning: none

@starrygirl2014 Request: I love love love your writing! Could you write something about Dylan strome possibly? 😍💕


              Of course it was going to overtime.

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obsessiveshayme  asked:

I have a prompt! How about Barista Sid and super flirty customer Geno with SWid writing something cute on his cup?

This one…kinda got away from me, and 1. Sorry this took so long, and 2. I kinda veered from the prompt? A lot? And I think I was kinda projecting a little about how I feel about flirty strangers?  But I hope you enjoy it regardless. 

“It’s Tuesday,” Flower says, with the kind of resignation the day always evokes. He doesn’t have to explain further, Sid knows what he means. Tuesday means the Russians are coming. Well, Sid is pretty sure the quiet blonde guy is Scandinavian, but mostly, the noisy group that takes up, bare minimum, three tables at 412 Coffee is Russian. Holding court among them most days is Alex, whom Sid privately just labels “Loud Motherfucker.” 

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Nothing But My Way

Inspired by @spiritusignis ‘s headcanon about certain events after Jack and Bitty come out. I hope I did your HCs justice.

 It had been a few months (okay, four months and three weeks, but who was counting?) since Jack and Bittle came out to the NHL, and honestly, Jack couldn’t complain. He got to have his boyfriend on his arm at media events, he wasn’t worried about being outed every time he and Bittle grabbed coffee, and most importantly, nothing catastrophic had happened. He was allowed to have this. He could have his A and his team and his boyfriend and his life, all at once, and nobody was going to take it away from him.

Of course, not everyone was as welcoming as the Falcs. Jack didn’t really mind the checks; everyone wanted to get in a hit at Bad Bob’s son, so he’d been getting smacked around in the rink for a decade. He barely noticed an uptick in physical aggression, and Bitty always had the cutest worried face when Jack got back from a rough game. But the verbal shit was something else.

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The first thing Dex notices about Nursey is that he’s disgustingly gorgeous. The second is his tattoo.

The first thing Nursey notices, apparently, is that Dex has noticed. He hikes up his sleeve to give Dex a better look. “You like it?”

“Yeah,” Dex says, “it’s nice,” and it is, but that’s not why he’s looking. He’s heard of guys doing ink to embellish their soulmark, and, well, he has to wonder. Because Nursey is the best-looking guy Dex has ever seen, and because Dex’s soulmark lives in a similar place – high up on his own arm, wedged underneath so it can’t be seen unless Dex lifts his arm above his head. His heart thuds dully as he stares at Nursey’s ink and wonders if this could be it.

Then Nursey opens his mouth and breaks Dex’s heart.

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anonymous asked:

So apparently there is a sport called fire hockey which is played at night where in the puck is a roll of toilet paper wrapped in chicken wire soaked in kerosene and lit on fire. If you use good toilet paper it burns for about 10 minutes. This is the PERFECT sport for Mick.

Len squints at the scene before him in morbid curiosity.

“Is that–”

“On fire? Yep.” Lisa is completely deadpan.


She points and he follows her finger through to - ah. Mick. That makes sense. He’s standing in the goal post at the end of the cul-de-sac. 

“How long has it been going?”

She shrugs and crosses her arms, leaning against the power company box that marks the end of the lane. “About an hour? He rounded up a bunch of the boys from Ells street playing street hockey and dragged them over here where there’s less traffic. Guess he got bored of you taking forever.”

“I was making plans.”

“Don’t tell it to me.”

It’s then that Mick seems to finally notice them and waves. His eye was fixed on the fireball that was their puck before that, but it appears to have burnt out finally. His stick is a little singed but so is everything Mick owns. Though he doesn’t normally play hockey, let alone street hockey, so Len doubts it’s his stick. Probably a donation from one of the neighbor boys, all of which are closer to Lisa’s age than his and Mick’s.

“Hey Lisa!” Mick calls, waving, “toss us another?”

Len’s ready to roll his eyes. “We’ve got shit to do, Mick!” he calls back, hands cupped around his mouth.

“One more round! It’s fast!”

Mick’s grin is wide and Lisa grabs a – is that toilet paper? She lobs it in Mick’s direction and he’s quick to catch it.

“You gotta be kidding me.”

She’s smiling now. “No clue where he got the idea but I gotta say, Lenny – your friends are creative.”

He nods, bemused, and watches Mick wrap it up and douse it in what can only be one of the many flammable fluids he likes? Butane? Kerosene? Either way, the layers must keep it burning. Len can see how it works, the appeal, at least for Mick.

Now if only the jerk would stop stealing what’s clearly his home’s toilet paper and go to an actual hockey game with Len instead of complaining about the cold.

“One more round,” he says more to himself than anyone else and leans opposite his little sister. 

Do I? - Jamie Benn (Part 2)

A/N: I was super nervous, but I really wanted to write a second part of this and I just kind of left it open for a third if you guys like it. I hope you enjoy it.

Word count: 1840

Warnings: mentions of fighting and alcohol. Mild swearing.

Part 1

Originally posted by tsegs91

I open my eyes and immediately shut them. The room is spinning around me and my head is pounding. Okay body, I get it, I didn’t need the last appletini… or the last three.

I sit down, my eyes still shut and I rub my temples, trying to get my headache to go away. I open my eyes and I’m blind for a second until they adjust to the light that comes in through the window. I’m sitting on the couch at Alyssa’s place; Emily and Brit are peacefully asleep next to me. I groan, my head is killing me, and I walk to the bathroom looking for some advil.

“Give me some of that, (y/n)” someone whispers behind me when I finally find the container in the bathroom cabinet.

“Here” I say, giving Al a couple pills “Cheers” and we both swallow the medicine.

“I’m never drinking again” Marta says from the bed and I smirk. It is always the same old tale: we go out, drink too much, extreme hangover, I’m never doing this again and repeat.

“Whatever you say, Mar” I answer and I give her a pill.

“Thanks, (y/n)”

I walk back to the living room, putting the medicine container on the coffee table and grabbing my phone from my bag on the floor. I have a text message.

Hey beautiful. I got you five tickets for tonight’s game. Good seats.


I smile, remembering what happened last night. Did I really meet Jamie fucking Benn? Ugh, someone pinch me.

Hey. Thanks, that’s so incredibly nice of you.


I don’t have to wait long before he texts back.

It is my pleasure. Good night?


I smile and type back an answer.

I’m never drinking again.


Immediate answer.

Like I have never heard that before. That bad, huh?


By this time I’m smiling like an idiot.

Going to a hockey game is probably the worst idea ever.

I tease him. A couple minutes go by and I’m worried I’ve screwed up. I was just joking. I rub my eyes when I hear the sound of a text message.

Don’t stand me up. Gotta go, but I’ll see you tonight. Your tickets will be at the box office, just tell them your name.


I send him back a goodbye and lock up my phone, my mind racing. I can’t believe that this is happening to me. I’ve had a crush on Jamie Benn since he started playing for the Dallas Stars, but I’m not the kind of girl that goes to the bars players go to and throw themselves at them like they are Gods. I am the kind of girl who thinks she is not pretty enough for them and it is happy with seeing them at hockey games. Wasn’t I wrong?

“Earth to (y/n)” Emily says and I snap back to reality “who were you texting with?”

I shrug and they know it isn’t my mom.

“Oh no…” they say and start chuckling “you are blushing”

“No, I’m not”

“Oh yes, you are” Brit says and I try hide my face with a cushion “You were texting a guy”

“And not just any guy… you were texting Jamie Benn” and all of them laugh while my face turns red.

“What are you two talking about?” Alyssa tries to grab my phone from my hand and I give her a dirty look.

“He was telling me about the five tickets for tonight’s game that he has left for me at the box office” I tell them and I can see their jaws drop “so I guess I have to find another four people to come with me…”

“We are going to the game tonight?” Marta asks, getting on her feet.

“Who says I am taking you?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.

“You are kidding… right?” Emily looks at me and I can’t keep a straight face.

“Yes, I am kidding. Who else would I want to take with me?”

“Bye girls, I need to go get ready” Marta walks out the door before we can even say goodbye.

“I thiiiiink I’m gonna go too” Brit follows her.

“Did I say Fashion Week instead of hockey game?” and Em, Al and I laugh.

When I get to the main entrance of the American Airlines Center everyone is already here. Everyone is looking good in victory green and I smile. I’m wearing my Jamie Benn jersey; it is the reason of why I am slightly late. I was debating on whether wear or not, I don’t want to look too desperate.

“Hi, I’m (y/n). Jamie Benn has left tick…”

“Yeah, here they are” the woman says, handing them to me. “Best seats in the arena. Enjoy!”

Best seats on the arena? Her words keep going around in my mind while we walk to the door and hand the man our tickets.

“First door in and all the way down. Enjoy” he indicates us and I smile politely.

We make our way to the seats and realize that the lady wasn’t kidding, first row seats right by the penalty box. A girl around our age is waiting for us there.

“Hi, you must be (y/n)” she says to me and I nod “Food and drinks are included with your tickets and Mr. Benn has asked me to tell you that you are expected in the locker room after the game”

“Uhh, thank you” I stumble with my words and she just gives me a nod and a smile and leaves.

“This is amazing” I hear one of my friends say, but I don’t really follow the conversation as the Stars make their way to the ice.

Jamie comes out last, but his eyes are quick to scan the area until they land on me. He smirks and I give him a shy smile. The Stars warm up and my friends are about to go crazy and jump the glass to get to ice.

“Girls, play it cool!” I whisper to them and they look at me for a second before sitting up straight and pretend they are not interested at all.

I shake my head, my eyes back to the ice when I see Jordie, Tyler and Jamie looking straight at us and my cheeks heat up like crazy.

“They are looking at us” Emily says.

“Play it cool, girls, play it cool” Brit mocks at me and I give them a dirty look.

The game starts and we are definitely not playing it cool, we are screaming and cheering and booing and chirping. We are on full hockey mode. The game is rough, lots of hits and checks that are uncalled until I hear a whistle and look back, a fight breaking on the ice. Of course, Antoine Roussel is involved in it, fighting a guy who has nothing to do against the player with more penalty minutes in the NHL. The refs are taking both of them to the sin bin when two pairs of gloves fly out and two players are going at it when the puck isn’t on play. Punches are flying and the fight is rough when I see the 14 on the green jersey. I’m pretty sure I go white, because my friends shake me a little to get my attention.

“Hey, (y/n). He is a big boy, he is gonna be fine” I can just nod.

They both fall down the ice and I can see the blood on the ice, I can’t even react as everyone gets on their feet and give Jamie an ovation while he skates right to the locker room after being punished with a 12 minutes for fighting and other penalties.

“Your boyfriend is a feisty little thing” Emily says and I roll my eyes.

The game is scoreless at the end of the first period and we sigh. Deciding to get some food and try to calm down. When the players come back to the ice I see Jamie skating right to the penalty box. He looks at me and I do the same for what it seems like forever until I shake my head, letting him know that I’m not ok with him fighting like that and he winks at me. After three minutes Jamie is allowed to go back to the ice and he skates out of the penalty box as fast as he can, stealing the puck from a defenseman and skating by himself to the net, where he shoots and scores. We don’t even have enough time to celebrate, because thirty seconds later he scores a second one.

“We want a hat trick, Jamie” my friends are screaming beside me and I can’t help it but to laugh.

Second period ends with a two scores lead and everyone cheers. Marta and Brit go get supplies for the last period and I try to relax on my seat when I get a text.

I hope you are enjoying the game


I smile, typing a quick answer since I know he won’t have much time to see it.

Idk, this crazy dude beat the shit outta someone


I can almost see him smiling typing down

I bet you liked it


Not really, I’m worried. He might be hurt.


I get no answer, but I hear the people cheering and I know the team is back on the ice. The third period starts and there isn’t much action until the very last minute when the Bennguin connection starts working and Tyler and Jamie pass the puck between them and going all the way to the net. Jamie has a clear chance to score, but he passes the puck to Tyler and he scores.

“He could’ve had a hat trick” the man behind me says in disbelief and I can’t stop but to be mad at him for giving that goal to Tyler.

The Stars win and we make our way to the locker rooms. We have no idea of where we are going and by the time we get there many players are outside talking with their families and friends on the hall. We stand there awkwardly, making small talk until I see Jamie walking off the locker room and walking towards me. I decide to meet him half way.

“I am fine” he tells me before I can say anything “bruised knuckles, you should’ve seen the other guy”

“You are an idiot” I say, looking at his knuckles and then at him.

“For fighting?”

“And for not getting that hat trick” I remind him and he smirks.

“Maybe next game” He says and I roll my eyes, “but I didn’t want to spend all my luck on the ice”

I look at him like he is crazy and gives me a little hit on my chin.

“I need the rest of my luck to ask you out” he whispers and I blush furiously. “Say yes?”

“You are definitely an idiot”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes Jamie, it is a yes”

#8 Mitch Marner

can you do a mitch marner one where everyone knows you guys don’t get along but fighting or arguing is something you secretly like (and he secretly likes it too) and there’s chemistry and sexual attraction that he can’t take it anymore and kisses you and it’s like aggressive kissing idk it’s not really smut but like the next time y'all see each other you guys don’t argue anymore and everyone’s like ?????? pls and thanks!

Warnings: Angry kissing *you cant see it but my eyebrows are doing a thing*

Song suggestion of the day: heathrow by catfish and the bottlemen

Originally posted by marnsxmatts

You’d known Mitch Marner for way too long and for the record he’d always been insufferable. You would have been perfectly content to stay friends with Connor and Dylan, till Mitch came barrelling into your trio. He and Dylan were like two peas in a pod and you hated it. Then you’d moved to London and so every time you saw Dylan and Connor, Mitch was always there. You couldn’t stand it. He was so annoying and immature and he’d never leave you alone. You didn’t think you could dislike another person more. Con was always the mediator when you fought, he was shy but he really had a way with people that he didn’t give himself credit for. Connor and Mitch weren’t as close as Dylan and Mitch were, plus he was definitely more of an introvert than the other two so you ending up talking to Connor a lot more than you did Dylan. This became yet another reason for you to despise Marner, not that you hated talking to Connor but that you missed Dylan. It was worse when Dyl and Con weren’t in London. You had to feed your hockey addiction so you found yourself at knights games where you’d be forced to see Mitch. To add to that, you’d see him around town all the time also. You finally thought you’d catch a break when you were accepted to a Uni in Toronto. You’d get to see Dylan and Connor and avoid Mitch easier when they were there for games. Those first couple of months before the draft were pretty lonely. You’d seen Connor brown around town a couple of times and remembered him from when he was playing with the Otters. You and connor got on pretty well and he was from Toronto so he helped you find your feet in Toronto, which was awfully nice of him. Then Mitch went and got himself drafted to Toronto, much to your distain.

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One Night Stand

So this has been in my drafts for pretty much forever.  I havent posted it because ive been a little afraid to in all honesty but here goes nothin.  I hope you enjoy it!!


Originally posted by hail-to-the-goalies

           You weren’t the type of girl that ever had one night stands, like ever, and you were by no means a puck bunny but when Connor McDavid himself started buying you drinks you couldn’t say no.  For crying out loud it was Connor McDavid, no one could say no.  But the little plus sign was a harsh awakening as to why you didn’t have one night stands.  It wasn’t just a maybe either, this was the fifth test you took.  To make matters even worse every time you had tried to call he sent your call directly to voicemail.  Understandably, no one wanted to keep in touch with a one night stand but what if you were calling to tell him you tested positive for HIV or chlamydia or YOU WERE PREGNANT with his child.

           You weren’t sure what to do, you couldn’t raise a child on your own you could barely keep yourself together.  You were on the verge of writing a letter, a fucking letter, until a friend had suggested you going to a game and getting his attention.  At first it seemed like a great idea but now being at the Rogers Place along with 18,000 other people getting the great captains attention seemed hopeless.  With about ten minutes left in the third you made your way out and down to the changeroom area.  You waited an hour and a half outside the doors receiving looks from everyone that walked by you making you want to scream as loud as you could. Finally, Connor left the changeroom, his hair wet from his shower, his suit looking perfect, and a beautiful smile across his face.  

            He looked in your direction telling his teammates he would catch up with them later.  The smile that was on his face seconds ago, turning into a frown making you regret your decision to tell him.  “What the hell are you doing here?” he asks you lowly pulling you into a corner.

            “I called you” you start slowly “I wouldn’t have to be here if you would have just answered your phone.”

            “Well sorry (y/n) people don’t usually keep in contact with their one night stands” he says with annoyance laced in his words “I gave you my number but people don’t usually call their one night stand.”

            “You don’t have to keep on reminding me that I was only a one night stand” you say anger taking over you “I found something out and I can’t do it on my own, I don’t have the money to or the time or the mental strength.”

           “What the hell are you talking about?” he asks his voice soft “(y/n) you sound like you’re going to say you’re pregnant.”

           “Connor, I am” you whisper “you got your one night stand pregnant.”

            You could see all the colour drain from his face, mimicking yours after you saw the first test and after your doctor told you. “B-but… but that’s not possible, we-I used protection (y/n) I can’t raise a kid I have my career, I don’t even know you how can we raise a kid together?”

            “And what Connor my life doesn’t matter, I’m in school, I plan to have a career, I can’t raise a kid all by myself” does he really think that you’re going to raise a kid on your own?  Of course, people did it but there is no way you could.

           “That’s not what I meant of course your life matters too but come on (y/n), I the captain of a fucking NHL team you can easily put school on hold for a little while.”

           “Oh!” you yell having absolutely no other response.  Does he realize how expensive university is?  Even though he was handed a full ride scholarship you thought maybe he would have some idea of the cost.

           “Ok that came out wrong” he says quickly “I mean if you’re going to have this kid you’ll have to put school on hold.”

           “I’m not going to get rid of it Connor so yes I will have to put my life on hold, which isn’t what I’m asking you to do, I am just asking you for help” you take a pause to catch your breath and make sure you aren’t about to cry “I don’t have the money to raise a child by myself.”

           “Fine if it’s about money I’ll give you money every month.  But (y/n) I can’t be a father.”

           “Then you’re a coward Connor” the words come out like venom “A fucking coward, you made a mistake and you won’t stand up and help take care of the fucking problem.  Maybe it’s a good thing you don’t want any part of this child’s life, I wouldn’t want him to take any traits from you anyways.”

           “You said him?” he questions quietly looking down at your stomach “did you already find out?”

           “No, it’s still way too early to.  I just have a feeling” you reply, instinctively bringing your hands to your stomach “I’m only about two months along.”

           You stand in silence for a few minutes, silently contemplating what you should do. Apologize for calling him a coward? Ask him once more to be a part of the baby’s life?  Or just leave?  You pick the last option and begin to make your way out of the arena before the tears start flowing.


           “Whenever you’re ready in there little buddy, mommy’s ready for you to get outta there” you laugh a little at the baby voice Connor used, it wasn’t the first time but it always managed to make you laugh.  

             Connor hadn’t chased after you that day at the arena but two weeks later at an ultrasound appointment he showed up and shed a tear when the technician played the heartbeat, not that he would ever admit it, and continued to come to every appointment since then.  He had introduced you to his team as his girlfriend even though he hadn’t asked you about it.  But after that he asked you and made it official, and five months later you were basically living in his house.  

              Now in the home stretch of your third trimester you couldn’t wait to get the baby boy out.  Indeed, your hunch had been right, Connor insisted you find out the gender to be sure you were buying the right products and because he though it would be a girl and wanted to prove it to you.  The baby’s room had been painted and all set up, the theme, of course, Edmonton Oilers and hockey in general.  At first the rest of the team had been hesitant about you, wondering if Connor was positively the dad and weary that you were just using him for the money but after you convinced them with a DNA test they took you in and treated you like family.  You understood the hesitancy and you were glad for it knowing that your baby would be raised in such a wonderful environment.  Many of the wives that were already mothers were ecstatic to help you with everything and the entire team loved teasing Connor about becoming a dad.

           “Con, I’m happy that I chose you to have a one night stand with” you smile at him “but if he ever asks I think we should tell him something else.”

           “Yeah” Connor says after thinking about it for a minute “that sound like a good plan.  I’m happy you didn’t give up when I didn’t answer your calls.”

           “(y/n) after he’s born I’m going to marry you” Connor says moving up the bed to be beside you “because you deserve everything and I’m going to give it to you.”

           You can’t help the tears that start coming out of your eyes “I love you so much Connor McDavid” you say leaning forward to kiss him.

           “And don’t worry” he starts again “I’m going to propose to you in the best way you could ever thing of.”

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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first lady, five.

Originally posted by kimthwriter

pairing: taehyung x reader.
word count: 3.1k
content: inappropriate language, mention of physical violence, ice hockey!au

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

The cold wall in your back was definitely not a concern when his heated body hovered over yours, locking you in the safety of his arms as you kept him just as secure by wrapping your legs around his waist. There was no sound beyond the soft moans you left in each other’s mouths and a couple of hearts beating fast enough to break their rib cages.

You didn’t realized how addicting his lips were until Taehyung pulled away to catch his breath. You grunted in disappointment and soon his grin was placed against your neck, making sure to leave a trail of blossoms as his teeth found the skin of your collarbone. Another sound left from the back of your throat as your fingers got lost in the locks of his hair, now approving his actions - his hands snaking under your shirt while his lips not leaving your body.

Once again, Taehyung seemed to be too distant for it to be bearable and your gaze soon rushed to find an answer on his own, any sign of anger or annoyance disappearing the second his dark, magnetic eyes emated care and adoration as they were fixed on you. They also mirrored a silent promise that you couldn’t precisely describe, but your body seemed to understand pretty well.

That moment it occurred to you that maybe Heaven was real.

In fact, it seemed pretty clear that Heaven was him.

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50lbs and 4in - Sidney Crosby

Requested by anon: Hi! Can you write a one shot where you are a female hockey player and you meet for the first time and team up with Sidney Crosby in a photoshoot for a charity calendar? Thanks :) Pd: Sorry for my poor english

A/N: Hey! This was such a cute idea, I loved it. It is a little short, I want to apologize for that, but I hope you enjoy it. Your English is great, btw.

Word Count: 959

Warnings: Not really, maybe a slight hockey violence, but it is cute.

Originally posted by so-hockey-eh

The metallic sound of a puck hitting the crossbar is the sound that I hate the most, it means that you were close, but it wasn’t good enough. I sighed and turn around, looking at how everyone is working on setting the big studio lights and backgrounds for the photoshoot. I wasn’t a big fan of pictures, but this time it is for a good cause, so I’ll just suck it up and do it.

When Bob Martin had called me to ask if I would pose for a charity calendar I didn’t even hesitate to say yes, but when he told me that Sidney Crosby and I went into full fangirl mode until yesterday, when the anxiousness kicked in. I have played for the Buffalo Beauts for two years now and I have never been so nervous to meet anyone.

“Sidney should be here shortly” Bob tells me, stepping on the slippery surface and struggling to get to the carpet set on the middle of the ice for the crew.

“Alright” I mutter, skating on circles and moving pucks around.

Bob starts snapping some pictures, checking on the lighting and white balance and all photography things I don’t understand when I hear the sound of blades on the ice. I look up and see Sidney Crosby in his Pittsburgh Penguins uniform and carrying a helmet on his free hand. My helmet.

“Hello everyone” he greets the crew, shaking everyone’s hand and taking the time to ask for names and thank them for taking the time to help.

I look at my feet, moving them forward and backwards without moving from my spot on the ice before Sidney turns around and skates towards me.

“(y/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you” he stretches his arm and take off my glove to shake his hand.

“The pleasure is all mine, Sidney” I say, trying to hold the fangirl inside from embarrassing myself too much.

“I’m gonna sound like a crazy fan, but the goal you scored against the Riveters. That goal should be in the top 3 of this season’s best hockey goals” he says and my face heats up “but don’t tell Phil that I’ve said that or he will kill me”

“You watch the NWHL?” I ask in disbelief. We have been trying to get recognition for years and having NHL players watch our games would be a great start to make hockey a sport for both women and men equally.

“It started as a guys’ night with Phil and Geno, but the whole team is addicted by now” he tells me and I look at him, clearly surprised “we all root for the Riveters, for obvious reasons”

“I’ll tell Amanda that you have said that the next time I see her” I say and he nods.

“Okay guys, let’s get this done” Bob yells at us and we turn to look at him “We are gonna do a few shoots on the ice and then some in formal wear” he informs us.

We keep it professional at first, posing as Bob tells us and getting some good basic pictures of us on the ice, handling the puck or shooting at net… and then everything goes insane when Sidney decides that it would be a great idea to get a picture of me falling and hooks his stick on my skates, making me trip. And then it is just war, squirting each other with the water bottles, slapping each other with the sticks and me trying to check him against the boards and failing miserably.

“I’m sorry, honey. You are going to need to gain at least fifty pounds and grow four inches to have a chance of checking me” he chuckles.

Oh, he has awakened the beast. Don’t play those games with me, Crosby, I think while I start to skate around, gaining speed before charging against his body, making him fall on his side.

“I think that I have the cover of the calendar” Bob looks at us laughing and turns the screen he has set up so we can see the picture he has just taken.

“That is a badass picture” Sidney says, still lying on the ice and I agree with him.

The lighting of the picture gives it a dramatic effect; it actually looks like I’m hitting him as any male player would.

“Just don’t tell anyone that I needed to do a couple laps before having enough speed to make him fall” I propose and everyone burst into laughter.

“Alright, alright, we’ll keep that to ourselves” Bob promises and Sidney pouts a little before getting on his feet “now, you two go change while we move all of this to the improvised set”

We nod and skate out of the rink, each one of us walking to our locker room to get change. It takes a while for me to get ready, since I don’t only need to change my clothes but also put some makeup on and fix my hair up a little. The dress is a bottle green velvet wrap up dress with thin straps. It is slightly over the knee and paired with high heels makes my legs look longer than they really are. I walk out of the locker room and make my way to the set up Bob has improvised.

“Oh wow, someone cleans up nicely” Bob yells at me and I give him a shy smile.

“Thank you” I whisper, walking towards Sidney and standing by his side.

“You ok?” he asks, his voice low.

“I feel more comfortable wearing the pads, uniform and skates than a dress and high heels” I confess, slightly embarrassed.

“Well, for what it is worth, you look amazing wearing both”

Snowboarding- Jimmy Vesey

Originally posted by kevinhayes

I’m pretending the NHL doesn’t exist and in a peaceful world we all go to the Olympics. Roll with me here guys! Anyway! Enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: Could you write a Vesey imagine where his girlfriend is Henrik’s sister and she’s a pro snowboarder?


              “Your girlfriend’s pretty good” McDonagh said to Jimmy. Henrik leaned around his Captain to glare at the young forward.

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the person who is winning

Okay, so here’s what I’ve been thinking about for the past few days (and it is NOT going to turn into anything real or long, for real this time) but let’s just imagine–

Jack and the Falconers win the Stanley Cup in Jack’s third year. It is glorious and magical and Jack and Bitty decide to throw a party to celebrate the victory. They are not out to the public yet, but they are out to the Falconers and the Samwell Crew and really everyone who is important so they are going to celebrate in their own home and get very tipsy and probably very handsey and it will be all their favorite people in the world in one place.

Bitty is excited. Very excited. All the Falconers are coming and the SMH team is all coming (so it is also kind of a mini-reunion and he doesn’t even complain too much when Ransom and Holster declare they are bringing a keg) and the Zimmermann’s are flying back down to be there and all the boys will be off their stupid diet plans so Bitty is going to cook everything in the whole world with the knowledge that it actually will be eaten (because Tater and Snowy are coming and good lord, Bitty thought 11 pies was enough but he should probably make a few more…)

It is going to be the perfect party, Bitty has already decided. And it is shaping up to be.

Until a few days before, Jack gives him a kiss as Bitty is making their morning coffee and says:

“Hey, I just heard that Parse is going to be in the area. So I invited him to come to the party, I hope that’s okay. I mean, he does know about us and I haven’t managed to see him out of games since last April.”

And Bitty takes a beat to take a breath and pulls a smile to his face and the rule was that Jack could invite anyone he wanted because this was his victory party and Jack and Parse are “friends” now and, okay, okay, fine Kent Parson is going to be in his house.

That’s fine. 

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Ice cold

Request: Shawn takes you to a hockey game :) // A/N: as i am writing smut i am taking my turn and understanding on this, because you weren’t that specific, hope you enjoy anyways (also i don’t know too much about hockey, so feel free to tell me if i am wrong hehe) x

Word count: 2287

The sound of metal on ice was slicing through the air. The cold stadium was filled with tension as the Toronto Maple Leafs were playing against the Arizona Coyotes. Shawn and i were here and getting the afternoon to pass. Today had been such a boring day, and as Shawn got two tickets from his dad to go see the game he took me, as Manny was heading out with friends for the evening. Hockey wasn’t exactly my sport, but i knew how much Shawn enjoyed it. And just seeing him sitting here in anticipation just waiting for his team to win made everything worth it. 

He was like a little kid, his eyes following the players moving fast over the ice as if they had no trouble in life. The players passing the puck between them with such a speed that i would sometimes loose it in the mass of players. But just looking at shawns concentrated face, i would easily finding it again, chuckling to myself faintly as i adored him more than i actually watched the game. Shawns head turned towards mine in a giant smile, “you know babe, we are actually here to see the game,” i could feel the heat building in my cheeks as i looked down quickly. He laughed as he placed a finger under my chin and pecked my lips, “thank you for coming,” he spoke gently as i smiled. “Sorry, you’re too distracting,” i laughed as i fixed my eyes on the game.

From the corner of my eyes could i see shawn watching me for a second before he also turned his concentration back on the game. For the last five minutes before there was a 15 minute break before the last 20 minutes of the game would start. The puck gliding between the players as one of the raced towards the goal, and in one swift motion placed the little puck into the goal. Everyone around me including shawn rose to their feet as the team was now in the lead. I smiled as i laughed at the overly happy boy next to me. 

He sat down again as he placed a hand on my thigh as he slightly kissed my cheek. His lips lingering on my skin as he breathed out. The hot breath hitting my frozen skin as i closed my eyes for brief second just taking his close figure in. I could feel him smile against me as i opened my eyes again. Turning my head to watch him. He guided his other hand to my hair, as he put a strand of hair behind my ear again. I took his hand slightly and looked over the frozen pit again. His lips connecting to my neck again, i needed to concentrate my hardest not to moan out loud. “Shawn you know there could be fans or paparazzi.” He slightly shrugged his shoulders as he continued placing small and tender kisses on me, “i don’t care, let them see how much i adore you,” he spoke into my ear seductively. I couldn’t help but smile, at the words he was whispering to me. 

His hand did still rest on my thigh as he planted one more kiss on my temple as he grabbed my thigh and turned his head to the ice rink again. I leaned closer to him “yeah just let them see,” my hand placed on his jaw as i turned his head and planted my lips on his. His hand gripping my head slowly as his lips burned against mine. Just knowing that people were watching made my insides turn, shawn and I were always so private about everything, but it had gotten so hard to hide my immense love for him, so we had decided that the world was allowed to see what we had for each other more than just walking down the streets together. 

Our lips parted gently as he whispered “you know how much i love you,” i smiled “and i love you more,” my inner self was banning me from ever being this cliche of a lover, but i just couldn’t help it when i was with him. “And you have no idea how bad i just want you right now,” my eyes widened at his words whispered against my neck, as if it had been a mistake of him letting those words leaving his lips. “Do you want anything to drink or something,” he spoke as he rose from the chair, i shook my head as i looked after him leaving out seats. I gulped trying to get rid of the aching feeling building inbetween my legs. 

Why did he have to bring that up now. My body needed him more than ever, and my mind needed him even more. I crossed my legs and pressed them hard together trying to ignore the wetness building, but it only made everything worse. it was as if the fabric of my jeans was adding so much pressure on me that i could cum just seeing him approach me again. But shawn shouldn’t think i was that easy of a victim, as if he would have control over me that easily, but the fact was that he had. He could just look at me, and i would do whatever he ever wanted in this world. 

He sat next to me as the game started again. I could see that he was still watching the game, but not as closely as before. He constantly bit his lips as his eyes wandered from me to the ice. I pressed my thighs harder together jus by the though of his lips against me. I laid my hand on his thigh as i concentrated on the game. The players giving all they had for the last 15 minutes. The ice radiating the cold in my direction as i breathed out, my hands caressing shawns warm thigh gently, as if it was the most natural thing to do. The puck was passed to the coyotes as they scored a few seconds later. I sighed as i squeezed my eyes more shut. 

Shawn shifting in his seat, so my hand got moved further up his thigh. I looked at him as smiled innocently. He smiled back in a forced motion as i kept moving my fingers over his jeans. Another goal for our time, was scored just a few seconds later. The air was getting colder and more tense for every second the clock ticked closer to end time. Only five minutes left of the game. Shawns hand placed on top of mine, as he intertwined our fingers and placed our hands on my thigh. He giggled slightly as i sighed. My body not being able to focus on the game now, only on his hand in mine and the feeling of his burning skin on my leg. I tried my hardest to ignore it, but i just couldn’t. already feeling the impact he had on me he smiled and let go of my hand before he wrapped it around me. Snaking it around my waist and under my hoodie. His cold skin colliding with my burning. 

The game ended as the leafs won, shawn, I and the rest of our side of the arena rose to our feet before the silence was pierced with shouts of happiness. Shawn hugged me tightly. As he continued singing the winning hymn for the team. The crowd thinned out quickly, as it was only shawn and I and a few older people sitting in the back on the opposite side. Shawn stood up and grabbed my hand, as he dragged me up. But instead of going to the exit he went for the door into the ice rink. I shook my head “shawn we can’t” i stammered, “yes we can babe, the game is over, and soon it will open to the public again,” i laughed as i let him drag me into the ice. 

Long slits were carved into the ice as he dragged me into the middle. “Shawn you know I’m not good at ice skating,” i spoke seriously, “i know” he laughed as he slid across the ice. Grabbing me by the waist, pushing me in front of him. I laughed as i pushed back, trying to get him to move across the ice, which was impossible. My feet sliding across the eyes moving me backwards, i laughed as he pushed me harder. Suddenly my back hit the barricade. The air was pushed out of me, as he moved closer to me. Silence overtook. Nothing but his hazel eyes staring into mine. His rosy cheeks shining bright from the cold. His hands grabbing my waist harder as they moved in circles on me. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine as he pushed me harder against the wall. I kissed him back but quickly pulling away and under his arm. 

Sliding across the ice. He looked after me as a smile showed up on his face. I opened the gate as i stepped on the safer ground. I laughed as i held my stomach, shawn following quickly. We made our way to the car, but the tension between us was weird. it was hard for me to breathe calmly with him next to me. Only being able to concentration the way his tongue moved across his plump lips and how his breathing made his chest lift and sink in a smooth rhythm. Shawn wasn’t looking like himself either, getting distracted my the smallest sound around us. 

He opened the door to the car as i jumped into the passenger seat, taking off my jacket as i turned on the heat, just wanting some warm air on my body. As i thought shawn was sitting next to me, my door opened again. Shawn grabbing my wrist hardly and yanking me out the car. Opening the back door fast and pushing me inside following me quickly. I opened my mouth to question him, but before a word could leave my lips his lips crashed on mine. I moaned as he pushed me down on the seats, the warm air starting to fill the car from the air-condition, and probably radiating of my skin from where his hands touched me.

“I need to hear your beautiful moans right now,” he spoke as he trailed his lips down my neck, sucking hard. His hands roaming my body as if he couldn’t decide on where to place them. His fingertips locking with the top of my jeans slightly tucking on them. I arched my back, as he opened the button with ease as he slid them down my legs. He cursed under his breath as he pressed his lips to the lower of my stomach. Arching my back harder as the leather was squeaking under me. My hands tangling in his hair. His cold head was pressing against my clothed heat. Breathing hardly he pushed down my thong as well. 

My eyes fluttering shut as his cold lips connected to my core. His tongue slowly dragging across my clit. I moaned out in anticipation “fuck shawn,” my nails scraping his scalp harshly as he moaned against me, “fuck you’re so wet for me already babe,” i could help but flex my feet as the sensation was getting to much for me. “Shawn please” i begged as his eyes locked with mine, “what baby girl,” he spoke as he licked his lips. No words were needed from my mouth as he reconnected his lips to my aching clit. “YEs” i screamed out as his hands pressed my back down to the car seats. His tongue dragging against me sloppily. His hands pressing my hips down.

I moaned harder as his cold nose was hitting my pelvis. The sensation of his hot and wet tongue mixed with his ice cold hand and features made me moan even loader. “Yes call my name,” he whispered as his tongue dug into me. My wetness meeting his. I thrust my hips upwards as i started to grind them against   him, “shawn, yes” i moaned as his tongue fucked me harder. Adding a finger in me before i arched my back harder. “Shawn-” i moaned as he slightly traced his teeth down my clit. All of my senses being overwhelmed by the insane pleasure he was making me feel. 

My legs wrapping around his back as i could feel his muscles moving from the moving of his finger inside of me. I moaned loader. Feeling him press himself against the car seat. My hips meeting his mouth, wanting more of him for every second. His tongue drawing the alphabet on me, making me squirm and scream. He knew how to do me, and he knew how to do it good. His finger curling inside of me, scraping and pushing just the exact right places. My eyes shutting, i couldnt open them from the pure ecstasy running through my veins taking control of everything. 

His lips moving against mine as his tongue licked me harder. “Fuck” i whispered, “fuck fuck fuck” i couldnt continue this. My eyes opening as i could feel me tightening around his finger. I could see him smiling against my naked lower half as he sucked everything up. Liking me clean. Stars dancing in front of my eyes as i came down from my high. Shawn looking up at me with a grin on his face. “I will never hear anything as beautiful as this,” he spoke as i pulled him up to me. 

My cold lips kissing his burning ones hungrily, never being able to get enough of him. 

Monster AU Part II: The Frogs

Part of the Monster Haus AU

Part One Here

AHHHH thank you everyone who indulged my stupid monster AU!!! You’re all a delight. I know some people asked me for more Kitchen Witch Bitty and Jötunn Jack and there were more questions and I’ll get to that BUT I wanna introduce the whole team before I get into real shenanigans so HERE THEY ARE. THE FROGS…and tadpoles.  

Once again, thank you @midnitedancer for all of your beautiful ideas and contributions. 

A summary: Chowder is adorable and is just happy to be here. The Demonic D-Men are both in need of some serious help. One is a pain in the neck, and the other has a pain in his neck. They are unrelated occurrences.  

Also featuring appearances from Accidental HBIC Farmer, Trying His Best Tango, and Whiskey the Mystery. 

  • Bitty gets used to his new friends. Jack isn’t half as scary as he was before, he’s actually not really scary at all now. And kind of cute, in his own Frost Giant way, BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT RIGHT NOW. 
  • He carries salt packets around for Lardo just in case, he learned to make a few new all vegetarian dishes just for Holster, and in one truly memorable bonding experience - he helped shave Ransom’s back. 
  • But now there’s a whole new batch of creatures boys coming in and he’s going to have to readjust. He’s excited…but a little terrified. 
  • He saw the roster after all, this year might be a little rougher. 
  • But then of course he meets Chowder and takes everything back. 
  • Chowder is a Chinese Demi-God from southern California, and a literal ray of sunshine. Well, actually he’s a literal rain cloud, but he’s doing his best. 
  • He is descended from the Thunder God Lei Gong on his mother’s side. 
  • Despite his relation to an all powerful thunder dragon, Chowder himself looks rather human, and no one is quite sure if he’s constantly holding back his powers, or if they are really just that mild. 
  • As it is, Chowder really causes small breezes and the occasional light rain when he’s particularly upset. As the goalie, there is somewhat of a worry that he might use his powers to move the puck, but he swears on his mother’s life he would never. He actually claims he can’t even use his powers when he’s so worked up over a game. There have been disputes. 
  • He’s sweet and gentle and Bitty adores him like his own son. But his son is calling the two new defensemen his brothers - so Bitty thinks he might need to get used to them as well. No matter how much they frighten him.
  • His tiny storm cloud son and the two Demonic Defensemen. 

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