miracle 1980

Lover And A Fighter- Rob McClanahan

Originally posted by lidstroms

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” you heard a male voice’s voice call from inside. The door opened to reveal your best friend since pre-K in sweats, a t-shirt from the U, and his socks, running his hands through his still wet from the shower hair. 

“(Y/N)? Hey, it’s almost 10, what’s-…” he froze when he took a good look at your face, noticing red, puffy eyes and countless tear tracks on your cheeks. “Shit, what happened? You’re crying. (Nickname), what’s wrong?”

You sniffled as he let you inside. “I- It’s W-Will. H-he… He cheat-ted on m-me… I-I caught him w-with another girl.”

His eyes turned big as he led you over to the couch and sat next to you. They were almost comparable saucers in only a couple seconds. “He what!?”

You sniffled and told him everything. How you had gone over that night to give him back his baseball hat that he had forgotten at your dorm after he dropped you back off after a date that night. You drove over to his place off campus and used the key he gave you to get in only to find him making out with another girl on his couch.

You confronted your now ex-boyfriend about it to which he replied he’d found someone more his type months ago. This Clarissa girl you’d caught him with and him had been dating behind your back for nearly half a year and he said he was going to dump you soon, anyways. You chucked his hat and the spare key he’d given you at him and hurried out of the room before speeding over to Rob’s place, crying the whole way.

When you next looked to Rob, his usually soft, caring brown eyes were now burning with pure rage and hatred. He looked like he was barely restraining himself from hitting something. You’d never seen him like that before.

“R-Rob?”

He got up from where he was sitting and nearly growled, going to get his coat and shoes from by the door. “I’m gonna fucking kill him. (Y/N), I swear to God, I’m going to murder him.”

“Robbie, no!” you sniffled. “Don’t do that! I don’t want you in jail. You’re my best friend!”

“(Y/N), you don’t understand!” he groaned. “He had you and he just gave up one of the best people on the entire planet! Your smile, your laugh, your hair, your brain, your heart, you! He gave that up and broke your big, loving heart! So, I’m gonna go break his face!”

You were getting almost confused. “Rob, why are you getting so worked up over me!? Please, please calm down!”

“Because he gave you up and treated you like garbage!” he said. “You’re the most incredible person ever! You’re my best friend and I’m in love with you!”

Everything seemed to freeze in that moment.

You could only stare at your friend. “You… You w-what?”

He sighed and ran another hand though his semi-long hair. “Fuck.”

“Mac? Mackie?” you asked. “Mackie, please…”

“Since junior high.” he confessed. “(Y/N), I’ve had feelings for you for as long as I could remember. And I realized I really had fallen hard for you in 8th grade to the point where I just gave in and accepted that I could probably never have you and you’d never see me the same, yet I was still just happy to be in your life and be with you. Why do you think I asked you to prom even if it was “just as friends” back in senior year even if I wanted to ask you as my date and make you my girlfriend ? I’ve just always been too scared because you might turn me down and think it’s too awkward to go on and continue even being friends and I don’t want to lose you. So, let me down easy and at least let me go kick his ass a little bit. Please?”

You barely had time to register what you were doing before you had hurried over and pressed your lips to his, your hands fisted in the old grey t-shirt. He was startled, to say the least, but it didn’t take long for him to kiss back. His lips were soft and his hands were big and warm as he held you close. His arms were strong and made you feel safe as they wrapped around you and you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck.

You pulled away for air a couple minutes later, touching your forehead to his.

You sniffled and spoke. “You… you.. Robert Bruce McClanahan, you have no idea how long I have waited to hear you say that.”

He looked at you, his eyes now back to the calm they normally were as they stared into your (e/c) ones. “What?”

“Robbie, I’m… I love you, too.” you confessed. “For a long, long time. I just never thought I could have someone like you. You’re… perfect. Your goofy laugh, your grin, your floofy hair, your hockey, your heart, your attitude, your everything. You’re perfect to me, Rob.”

He smiled. “Like how you are to me?”

You blushed and averted your eyes. “Quiet.”

“I’m serious.” he said. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl and more. You’re perfect to me.”

You blushed heavier. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” he said, giving you his bright grin. “(Y/N)? Would you do me an honor and be mine? I promise I will never ever hurt you and I’ll treat you like the amazing woman you are. You know I will.”

You sniffled and smiled at him. “Only if you’ll agree to be mine.”

“There’s no one else’s I’d rather be.”

“Good.” you grinned. “Now, promise you won’t kill him?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes. I promise I won’t kill him.”

“Thank you.” you said before giving him a smirk. “However, I never said we couldn’t TP his house.”

He grinned. “Wanna go do that real fast then come back here to sleep or watch a movie or something?”

You grinned back and took his hand in yours. “Sounds like a perfect first date to me. Let’s go.”

Roses are Red - Dave Silk

Originally posted by eichelj

Really, Tumblr? No GIFs of Silky? If someone could do that, it would be so appreciated. Please and thank you.

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You hummed and walked through the snowy streets of Lake Placid to the rink, bag of brushes and rollers hung over your shoulder. Your hometown always looked beautiful around this time of year. Covered in snow and ice, yet still so beautiful. Everyone in town was working today, it seemed. Many of the local shops and stores were open already even if it was only about 7:00 in the morning. Then again, the Olympics and all of the teams which your hometown have been eagerly awaiting had finally arrived, so you completely understood. 

Yes, somehow the IOC chose Lake Placid to host the games that year over some other city in the States or even in Canada, but you were ecstatic over this. Something huge was finally happening! When the announcement was made, the entire town seemed to already start planning.

You didn’t completely believe it at first when the mayor called and asked you to create a mural for the games. A freaking mural at the rink for the Games. He said he’d chosen you since you would be home for winter break and would have the time and since you also went to university not too far away. He also noted references from your art teacher and people in the community who had seen your works at student showcases or local festivals, all of which were met with praise of some sort. Who were you to deny the mayor and not do something for the Games?

You’d worked on the mural for months now and it was nearly done. Thank God the only people who went in were the teams who were just practicing and some journalists. No actual spectators yet besides a few fans who went in hoping to see the American team who had been here for a couple days now as athletes were allowed in to practice.

You arrived at the ice rink and used the key the owner had given you to go in and work on the finishing touches which would only take a few days which was good as the games would be starting in a week. It felt so exciting by also kind of terrifying that people from around the globe would be viewing your work. You walked in and shut the door behind you, keeping the cold air trapped outside where it belonged. You stomped the snow and slush from your boots, took off your cap, and undid your scarf. It was warmer in this area of the building compared to outside.

You sighed happily, taking a sip of the coffee in your thermos and heading to your painting space, the ladder still up and tarp still down from yesterday. You smiled and got to work quickly, painting little details every here and there and touching up on other places like adding white paint in certain spots to make the ribbons and banners or the blades of a skate shine, adding little stars to uniforms for American players to make it even more patriotic, and the like. It had to be like how your sketch in your book showed.

As time passed on, you began to hear sounds coming from an open hallway that led to the inside arena and the ice. The sounds of skates, of shouts, and of wooden sticks meeting pucks and ice. You smiled to yourself and looked at the clock. You’d been working for over an hour and a half now. That ought to deserve at least a small break. You put down your brush and walked over to the hallway, gazing at the sight below.

It was the Americans right now and it seemed like they had just started practicing their skating drills. You watched silently and smiled. They were good and around your age, what more could you say? You hadn’t seen any of them, though, but a few friends who had told you that they were pretty good looking and nice based off of their own encounters. You watched for a few more minutes in silence before heading back to the space to paint.

Before long, it was your lunch break so you left the space and went back home for a bit to get some food. You were gone for only about half an hour before you got back and went back to paint. Everything seemed okay until-

“Wait… What is that?” you mumbled. “What is that?”

You walked over to your ladder to find a beautiful pink and white carnation had been placed on one of the upper rungs of the ladder. You carefully picked it up off the rung and examined it. You looked around and saw no one, hearing no more movement from the hallway and rink. There was no note either.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled. “I have a secret admirer, don’t I?”

You set the flower down carefully into your bag and got back to work. Once work ended for the day, you went home and carefully placed the carnation into a vase of water, keeping it close to your bedside and admiring its beauty. You tried thinking in your head, but no one came to mind who would do something like this. No one that you knew at least.

Over the next few days, more flowers came to your painter space. In order, a daffodil the next day, then a pink chrysanthemum, then a stem full of white and light pink sweet pea. You tried asking the owner of the local flower shop for help, but unfortunately she could not release client information unless to an official. You grew beyond curious by this point and your last day working on the mural was tomorrow. Maybe you would catch him.

Finally on your last day, you took your break, hurried home, which was merely only less than ten minutes away, grabbed your lunch, and hurried right back. He had already visited somehow. You had been gone for about 20 minutes and he had already left the flower. There, sat upon a rung, was a white lily there, perfect in the lights of the hall. You walked over, feeling as though this mysterious gentleman of yours would keep being a mystery since today was the day you were finishing anyways and the deadline for the mural as the Games themselves began in only 2 days. You felt more than just sad about that.

That was until you heard the flutter of a paper on the cement floor.

You looked down and saw a piece of folded paper beneath you from where you stood. You carefully knelt down and picked it up to read it.

‘If you want to know who I am, meet me in front of the rink tonight at 5.’ Was carefully written in ink on the paper’s surface. 

You folded it back up and bit your lip. Should you? You wanted to know and he couldn’t be bad if he was sweet enough to do this for you, right?

You decided you would.

A few hours later, you found yourself walking back to the rink, hands shaking and not due to the cold. You were nervous, to say the least? Would he be cute? Was he funny? Was he sweet? Was this all some kind of sick joke? There were many possible answers to this, none of which you had answers to just yet.

You arrived at the building and looked around, finding no one. You sighed and started to fear that it really was just a joke, but you held on and opted to wait rather than head home, admiring the snow-covered trees as you did so until-

“Hello?”

You looked over to see a tall young man standing there. He was dressed in jeans, a plaid shirt with a jacket over it, and sneakers. He was very handsome, too. You weren’t going to deny it. Shining eyes, soft-looking brown hair which was well combed, and a small smile. Then you noticed the rose in his hands.

“H-Hi.” you said. “Are you… you’re the guy, aren’t you? The one who’s been leaving me flowers all week.”

He nodded. “Yeah. That’s me. Got the idea from my teammate, Buzzy. I’m David, by the way. David Silk. You can just call me Dave. I play for the hockey team.”

You blushed. “Oh. It’s nice to meet you, Dave. I’m (Y/N). It’s really nice to meet you. You’re really sweet, you know that? Sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

His smile grew wider. “Yeah? I find that hard to believe. A girl like you. You’re so talented and everything. Oh, this is for you by the way.” he said, handing the rose over to you. You carefully took it, admiring the petals and how beautiful it was. Completely red and unblemished with the thorns snipped off to not prick your fingers.

“Thank you.” You looked up to see him with a blush on his cheeks. You weren’t sure if it was from the cold or not. “I mean it. Thank you.”

“It’s no problem. I wanted to do it… So, I was… I was wondering if maybe you would like to go out with me on a date tonight.”

You widened your eyes. An Olympian was asking you on a date. Tonight. Like, probably now tonight. “Tonight?”

“Yeah.” he said. “Y-you don’t have to. I just… It’s your choice. I’m not forcing you to do it if you don’t want to do-”

“Yes.”

He looked at you surprised. “Yes? As in like… You will?”

You nodded and smiled. “Yeah. I will. I’m not doing anything tonight. And I know a couple good places around here. It is home after all. So, yeah. I would love to.”

He grinned. “That sounds great. Do you mind if we go now? I kinda have a curfew and, if I stay out late, Herb is going to kill me.”

“It’s okay.” you smiled, using a free hand to take one of his. “Come on. I know a good diner around here. Good for a firstie.”

He nodded, holding your hand, smile still fond and warm even in the cold evening air. “Lead the way, miss.”

Masterpost!

Since so many of you have been asking for a masterpost, here we go. New version since the old one was glitchy.

Anaheim Ducks:

Jakob Silfverberg

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Arizona Coyotes:

Max Domi

Dylan Strome

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Buffalo Sabres:

Jack Eichel

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Calgary Flames:

Johnny Gaudreau

Johnny Gaudreau 

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Carolina Hurricanes:

Jeff Skinner

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Colorado Avalanche

Gabriel Landeskog

Nathan MacKinnon

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Columbus Blue Jackets

Zach Werenski

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Edmonton Oilers:

Connor McDavid

Connor McDavid 

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Florida Panthers:

Aaron Ekblad

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Los Angeles Kings:

Tanner Pearson

Michael Latta

Michael Latta

Michael Latta 

Tyler Toffoli

Adrian Kempe

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Montreal Canadiens:

Alex Galchenyuk

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Nashville Predators:

PK Subban

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Pittsburgh Penguins:

Sidney Crosby

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San Jose Sharks:

Martin Jones

Martin Jones

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St Louis Blues

Colton Parayko

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Toronto Maple Leafs

Auston Matthews

Auston Matthews

Auston Matthews 

William Nylander

Zach Hyman

Morgan Rielly

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Washington Capitals

Andre Burakovsky

Andre Burakovsky 

Tom Wilson

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1980 US Miracle on Ice Team/ “Miracle” movie

Mike Eruzione

Jack O’Callahan

Rob McClanahan

Jim Craig

Jack O’Callahan