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Champagne - Jack O’Callahan

Originally posted by lovethebruins


Inspired by Champagne from In the Heights by Lin Manuel Miranda. Many of the lyrics from this lovely song which is a favorite of mine are woven into the story. If you are also a Broadway and/or ITH fan, go ahead and send me a message to chat.

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“Jack?” you asked on the other side of the door to his apartment. “Jaaack? OC?”

“Here!” you heard him before he opened up the door. Your best friend since freshman year standing there in the doorway in jeans, socks, and an Aerosmith t-shirt, his long-ish blonde hair tucked covering his ears and his blue eyes shining. “I’m here. Hey. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, nothing.” you said. “I just happened to be around and realized I needed to talk to you… And I got you a present. Had to go downtown in order to get it… Doing anything tonight or right now?”

“Oh, uh…” he said, looking behind him and back to the apartment’s living room. “Packing up and cleaning. Why?”

“Oh.” you mumbled, keeping the bag in your hand carefully hidden behind your back. “You done for the day? It’s getting kinda late.”

He smiled and shook his head. “No way. I have to leave tomorrow morning for Colorado and I’m not done yet. Set it off for a bit, I guess.”

“Oh.” you said again, looking at the ground. “Sorry, I just um… Well, I thought we could make your last night in town for a while something good. You know?”

His eyes jumped a bit. “Oh! Uh yeah. Sorry, I was just about to take a break anyways. I’ve been just sorting stuff out before putting it back. I was just packing- packing. Know what I mean? You can come in. You did go into downtown Boston in summer to get this present after all. I guess that’s what’s in the bag behind your back.”

You smiled as he stepped aside and let you in. “That actually is exactly what’s behind my back. Well…”

“Well what?”

“I figured, before you board the plane, we should celebrate a bit. And I remember the deal we made in freshman year.”

He smiled back at you. “First one to actually make something of themselves owes the other a drink.”

“Exactly.” You pulled the bag out from behind your back and opened it up. “So.. I owe you a drink. I would consider trying out for the U.S. Olympic team is a pretty big deal. Especially since I know you’re going to make it. And I figured that big sports stars drink this stuff, right? Not the best quality, but it’ll do for college kids. So, it works.”

He stared at the bottle in your hands before taking it himself and looking at it. “No way.”

“Yeah.” you grinned. “Cold champagne.”

He marveled at the thing. “Damn, (Y/N), the bottle’s all… You went and got this for me? Us? Wait, how did you get this?”

“Jack, I’m 21. I’m not a baby. And I saved up a bit more than just for average beer and bar money.” you joked. “Go ahead, Jacky. What’re you waiting for? Pop the sucker.”

“Right. I don’t know. Fuck wait, did I pack the cups? Do I have plastic ones? Wait, are the cups even clean?”

You shook your head. “No matter, Jack. I’m not a germaphobe and neither are you. Tonight, let’s drink it straight from the bottle.”

Jack smiled at you again and looked around the top, picking at the foil.

You felt a sudden bolt of courage. “Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“I…” You took a breath, “Jimmy told me what you did for me… Asking your parents to be my final reference point for my letters to grad school… Jack, that’s honestly the sweetest thing anyone outside of my family’s ever done for me.”

“It was no problem-”

“It’s a really big deal for me, though.” you blurted. “And you know that. You’ve heard me ramble about wanting to become a teacher and go to grad school and stuff since we were eighteen and scrawny freshies roaming campus like lost puppies… Is there anything I could say or do to repay you? It feels like I owe you something.”

“(Y/N), you don’t owe me anything.” he swore, still fiddling with the foil. “Well… unless you know how to get this gold shit off.”

You smiled and helped him tear off the foil from the neck of the bottle and grabbed his keys which had a bottle opener key chain on it in order to help with the cap. “There… Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“Um… Before you leave town tomorrow, do you wanna go take a walk down by the river or something? Go get breakfast?” you noticed him then struggling with the cap. “Jack, are you alright?”

“I’m fine. “ he assured. “I’m just trying to open it. The cap’s being weird and maybe an edge of it is broken, but I’m gonna open this.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jack, lemme see it.”

“No, I got it.”

“No-” you sighed. “Jack, just drop it, okay?”

He looked at you with confusion before setting it down on the coffee table. “Sorry, I just… It’s been a long day.”

You shrugged. “I figured… um…”

“(Y/N)?”

“You oughta stay.”

You looked up to see his face, eyes squinted a little, searching your face for the possible punchline of what was maybe a joke and his head cocked a bit to the side. “What?… Uh… Very funny, (Nickname). Come on, you can tell me what’s up.”

“I’m… I’m serious.”

His shoulders dropped once he realized it wasn’t a joke. You were completely serious. “What are you talking about-”

“I’m just saying… I think maybe some things can just.. wa-”

“Wait?!” he exclaimed. “(Y/N), I can’t wait on this! This is my chance! And, (Y/N), you’re leaving too! Don’t act like it’s just me!”

You scoffed and started to get pissed. “I’m just moving a few blocks to be closer to the school! I’m not moving too far! You could take a subway! And you’re leaving the state for maybe even ever and I may never get see you again!”

“(Y/N), what are you trying to say-”

“You get everyone addicted to your charm and now you’re going to leave and go play hockey and forget about us and me and off you go!” you shouted. “Jack-”

“(Y/N), I don’t know why you’re mad at me!” he shouted back to retaliate. “I thought you were happy for me! About all of this and shit!”

“Jack, don’t you get it!?” you groaned. “I am happy! And… And.. Goddammit, I wish I was mad!”

His face softened a bit. “What? (Y/N), what?”

Your body moved before your mind could react. “Fuck it.”

And before you knew it, your lips were planted firmly on his.

Jack completely froze for the minute it happened. He was just about to have some kind of reaction until you pulled away.

His eyes looked soft and sad. “(Y/N)…”

You looked down, knowing what he meant. “I get it… I have to go, I… I’m just too late”

“(Y/N). (Y/N), wait-”

You had already marched out the door feeling heartbroken before he could finish and hurried to the elevator.

-

It was a couple weeks later.

You hadn’t talked to Jack at all since what happened. And he apparently didn’t want to talk about it either since he hadn’t even tried to call your house. It was probably also due to hockey camp, if he was still there, but the kiss and stuff likely also played into it.

You regretted everything. Why couldn’t you have just shut up and been normal? He’s not into you and sees you just as a friend. That’s what you should have just expected after being one of his closest friends after 4 years. It’s not like he was obligated to like you back because he just wasn’t.

Now, though? You screwed up everything. Your entire friendship was probably toast and it was going to take a miracle to fix it.

“(Y/N)!” your heard your mom call downstairs. “Sweetie, there’s a call for you!”

“Coming mom! you replied before getting up from where you’d been lying on your bed and marching downstairs to the kitchen to get the phone. “Hello?”

“(Y/N)?”

You were stunned to hear the male voice from the other line. “Oh.. Uh.. Hi Jack.”

“Hey. he said. “Um.. We should talk.”

“Yeah. We should.” you replied, slumping against the wall with every possible swear word you knew running through your head. “How’s the camp?”

“It’s great.” he confessed. “And I.. I made the team.”

“Really? Jack, that’s great! I knew you’d do it! I’m happy for you. I mean that.”

“Thanks, but,” he sighed, “it’s not why I called. (Y/N), we need to talk about what happened. And I don’t have a whole lot of time since I don’t want to hike your phone bill up a mile.”

Your heart dropped. “Oh. Okay.”

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry. I… I just guess I got carried away and I’ve been so focused on making sure I make the team and that the Hawks call me up so I can start that I… I forgot other important stuff. And I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry.” he repeated. “I miss you and I… I like you, okay? Kinda a lot and for a while. And I just want to make sure this all goes right because it means a lot to me, but so do you… (Y/N), I don’t want to do this if I don’t have your support. This is my dream, but you’re a part of it too. And I’m sorry if I didn’t hear you out and if I was a dick. I’m sorry.”

“Jack, It’s okay. You weren’t the only one who was a dick.” you assured. “And… Jack, you should always know that you have my support. Especially now. I couldn’t be prouder of you and I know you’re going to do great. I really like you too, Jacky.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” you smiled. “I am and I do. I really am proud of you and I know you’ll do great. I was just afraid you’d leave me in the dust while you run off doing great things and being a pro and you’d forget. I was afraid.”

“So was I.” You could hear his smile through the other line now. “I’m not anymore, though.”

“Me either.”

“Okay.” he said before staying silent for a bit. “I gotta get going. One last question. Be mine? And do you want to go out sometime when I go back?”

You smiled. “I’d be honored.”

“Great. Thank you. I gotta go. Take care, (Nickname).”

“Bye Jacky.” you grinned before hanging up and going a small, bouncy happy dance on the kitchen tile. No one had to know that last part, though.

State Fair - Rob McClanahan

Originally posted by freedom-of-excess

You giggled and held on tightly to your boyfriend’s hand as you two made your way around the fairgrounds, looking into the different booths and up at all the lit-up signs for games and food and rides, lighting up the night.

“Robbie, this place is amazing.”

“I know it is, baby.” he grinned. “It’s a Minnie institution. You have to come to the state fair at least once in your time living here or else you haven’t truly experienced Minnesotan life.”

You giggled at how serious he was about it. “Oh really? One doesn’t experience Minnesotan life until they come to the state fair?”

“Pretty much, darling.” he shrugged. “I don’t make the rules. Only enforce them. Come on, let’s find somewhere here and grab a bite.”

You nodded and went with him, hanging on tightly to his arm and looking around. There were so many people. Happy couples, happy families, groups of friends from teens to adults. This really was a big deal.

The two of you found a local business which had a little stand that sold burgers, sodas, and fries. You got a cola, burger, and fries while Robbie got the same, minus the fries. He said he didn’t want them, but you kept seeing him glance at the thick paper container that they sat in.

“Robbie, come on. It’s the state fair. you’re allowed to indulge.”

“I am indulging.” he said, holding up the burger. “See? I’m indulging like everyone else here.”

You smiled and picked up a fry, dipping it in the small pool of ketchup in one of the corners and holding it out to him.

“Come on, Robbie. A few will not hurt you. Go ahead.”

He rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face said he was amused instead of annoyed, taking the fry. “Okay, okay. I will. Thanks, baby.”

You smiled and went back to your own food. He ended up eating half the fries, but you kinda expected that. There were a lot of them anyways. The two of you finished and went back to walking around the park, looking for something to see or do.

“Babe, look.” he said, pointing to a game booth with an array of little bowls of different colors and a small basket of ping pong balls. “Bet I can win you something.”

You smiled. “You can try, babe. But the games are rigged, aren’t they?”

“Maybe a few, but I’ve been coming here every year since I was little. I’ve figured some of these out pretty well, if I do say so myself.”

He walked up to the booth confidently and put down the money for a few ping pong balls. The man who ran it put down a plastic strawberry basket and put the balls in, looking smug.

“I should warn you. This one’s not easy, mister.”

Rob smiled and picked up one of them. “We’ll see.”

Smugly, he threw them one by one into the little bowls on their pedestals, much to the runner’s surprise. When he finished, the man looked in awe and so did you.

“Which one do you want?” the man asked, pointing to the stuffed animals hanging over his head.

Rob looked at you and smiled. “Go ahead and choose, baby.”

You pointed to a blue stuffed bunny with a red bow around its neck and the man took it down and handed it to Rob. “We have ourselves a winner here!”

Rob grinned and handed the bunny to you, thanking the man before walking off. “Told you I had the hang of it.”

“How did you do that?” you asked, holding the bunny toy in your arms.

“Little flick of the wrist and always aim a little further left or right than the bowl really is. They grease up the center of the bowls, but not the sides.”

You grinned and followed him down the alley of games and stopped to play one every now and then, often winning. However, the milk bottle one took a while, nearly spending $2* on just the one booth. He was always so stubborn and determined to impress you, even if it was often easy to do that. He finally managed to knock over a full stack with a baseball and subsequently got a teddy bear for it.

You giggled as you walked away. “Robbie, you’re so stubborn sometimes.”

He shrugged and smiled, putting the bear into your bag with the other stuffed animals. “Well, I just want to impress you. Show off, a bit. Not necessarily the worst thing people can do, right?”

“No.” you said, smiling. “Let’s see if there’s another thing we can do.”

Later in the evening after more rides and ice cream, you found yourself and your boyfriend on the Ferris wheel, overlooking the fair below and out at the lights of the city in the distance. “It’s beautiful up here.”

“Yeah, it is.” you heard him say. “But I still think you’re even prettier.”

You blushed and smiled, reaching out and taking his hand to hold. “You’re sweet to me, baby.”

“I know.” he smiled back, bringing your hand up to kiss it. “You’re my girl, (Y/N). I love you.”

“I love you too, Robbie.”

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Note: 2 dollars then is equivalent to almost 8 dollars now, adjusted for inflation.

Hope you guys enjoyed this one! A friend of mine went to Minnie told me how huge the state fair was there and so did another friend of mine, so I just had to do one based on it. It was too good to resist!

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.”

Rival- Jack O’Callahan

Originally posted by hockeysbest

“(Y/N)?” you heard a voice behind you call. You turned round to see your brother’s teammate, Jack O’Callahan, heading your way. And God was he a dream.

“Hey Jack.” You replied. “You seen my brother?”

Jack shook his head. “Not around, no. He’s getting ready. If he knew I was here, I’d get killed.”

“Good and I know.” you said, getting up on your tiptoes to peck him on the lips. “I’m so glad to see you.”

“You too, sweetheart.” he replied, going in for another kiss. “I missed you.’

“I missed you too.”

Yes, much to the dismay and disgusts of the Boston-Minnesota hockey feud, you were dating your brother Rob McClanahan’s rival-turned-teammate, Jack O’Callahan.

This had been going secretly on for months. You met Jack indirectly through your brother and hockey when you went to go visit Rob as they were training in Minnesota close to where you were attending college. Jack caught your eye and you caught his. He nearly ended up skating into coach Brooks, which likely would have ended up very poorly for Jack.

He was so handsome. Soft blond locks, sparkling eyes, and a smile that felt like home. To be honest, it sounded like something from a romance novel one of your friends read, but it was so true at the same time. There were about 2 things stopping you from asking him out as soon as you met him, though.

1. He’s your brother’s teammate.

2. He’s Bostonian.

Rob was always super protective of you even when you were a baby. He always warned his teammates that they are not allowed to ask you out or date you. You are off limits because you’re his baby sister. Next, you knew that your brother hated people from Boston University because of their massive hockey rivalry. So dating a Boston-boy hockey player who is now his teammate would be considered explicitly off limits.

And yet, here you were.

He ended up asking you out before he found out you were Rob’s sister. In fact, just after he asked you is when your big cockblock of a brother came over to say hi and introduce you to Jack as his baby sister. His whole face drained of color and he introduced himself again, this time normally without the flirting vibe. However, after your brother left, you told Jack yes. He was hesitant because he didn’t want to piss off Rob, but his affection for you was more than his fear of his teammate and his next words were “I’ll see you at seven.”

You and Jack met up secretly some nights, when you were able to drive out from college to see him, even though that wasn’t often. You two figured you’d also have to tell Rob eventually, but not now. Now was for just being happy and hopeful he’d approve and not completely lose it. Most times, you just used the phone in the dorms to call him or for him to call you. It didn’t cost much since he was so close by and since you really just had to pay a little to use it.

This stopped just after New Years, though. Jack wanted to focus on hockey for the games, since they were so soon. You still could call him, though. He called you his lucky star. You called extra with money you saved after he’d gotten hurt in New York against the Soviets.

Now, he was cleared to skate and play again just in time for the game. He looked beyond happy to see you.

“My lucky star.” he grinned. “Now I know we’ll win.”

“I just hope you’re right.” you sighed. “I know how important this is to you and my brother and, you know, the whole nation.”

“As long as I’ve got you, I know we’ll do just fine. And hey, you’re still my girl right?”

You smiled, pecking his lips once more. “Win, lose, or tie.”

He grinned before you two heard someone calling for him down the hall. “That’s for me. I should go.”

“Wait!” 

He turned his head to look you. “One last kiss for good luck?”

You nodded and tip toed up to give him one last kiss on the lips for a few moments before pulling back and smiling at him. “Now. Go kick some ass.”

He grinned. “Will do. I’ll see you later.”

-

You stared up at the scoreboard in disbelief. After being completely slaughtered by the Soviets merely weeks ago at Madison Square Garden, the United States was playing them again and leading the game in the third period.

The United States was winning.

You held your breath and looked at the clock. Ten seconds left. Only ten. The whole arena was going insane and you couldn’t believe the noise when the buzzer hit zero. 

Everyone was screaming at the top of their lungs and jumping up and down in celebration as the team including your brother and boyfriend jumped out onto the ice to celebrate. Jack ended up tackling one of his teammates and practically sat on him as they both hollered and whooped in celebration of something that should have been impossible and was considered so until the 4th goal.

You hurried away from your awed mother and father and ran towards the zamboni doors which had been opened and excited fans now began flooding in to join the team. You looked around in the small crowd that gathered to not see your boyfriend nor your brother.

“Jack!?” you called. “Jack!? Robbie!? Where are yo-!” You cut yourself off with a yelp as a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and picked you up.

“(Y/N)! Baby, it’s me!” you heard your boyfriend laugh in your ear before putting you down and hugging you tight. “Holy shi- we did it! We fucking did it, baby! I knew you’d bring me luck! I knew it! Holy shit!”

You hugged him just as tight. “I knew you could! I knew so, baby!”

He grinned and lean down, stealing again,a kiss from your lips, this one much longer than any other you’d shared today. He tasted like mint, probably due to the gum he constantly chewed. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands planted on your waist, keeping you close.

That is, until you heard someone clear their throat next to the two of you. You and Jack broke apart to find your pissed off older brother.

“Oh no. H-hey Robbie.”

“(Y/N). Jack. What the hell is this?”

“Rob, listen, I-” Jack began before getting cut off by your brother.

“Don’t “Rob” me! And what are you doing with my baby sister!?”

“Rob, calm the hell down!” you cried. “He’s my boyfriend!”

Rob’s face blanked. “Your what? Jack, what!?”

“We were going to tell you tonight, asshole.” he said. “We’ve been dating since September. For 5 months. She’s my girlfriend and I love her! I love her, Mack. I would never hurt her!”

You nodded and held his still gloved hand. “Please? Rob, I’m not you baby sister anymore. I’m just your sister. Please don’t make a huge deal about this.”

“Not make a huge deal? (Y/N), you’re my little-”

“And I’m only 2 years younger.” you snapped. “I’m an adult, Rob. A fully functioning adult who can make my own choices. And I choose him. You know him. He’s your teammate, your friend, but before this, you probably wanted to kill him. Just goes to show that opinions and thoughts can change. And he makes me happy. Take that into consideration.”

The three of you were silent for a bit until your brother sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Jack… If you hurt her ever, I swear to God, I’m gonna kill you.”

Jack stared at him in shock and awe. “Wait, you’re letting me date her?”

He nodded. “Only if you promise to treat her right.”

He grinned. “I have the whole time. I promise I will. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You grinned and hugged your brother. “Thanks, you dork. This means a lot.”

“As long as you’re happy, sis. Love ya.”

“I love you too.” you said before pulling away and going back to Jack.

Jack smiled at you. “Told you it’d be okay.”

“You were right.” you grinned. “Come on, let’s go party.”

He grinned and took your hand. “Sounds perfect, babe.”

2

“They have this… this spirit. You can almost touch it.”

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

Jonathan Drouin

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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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Vegas Golden Knights

Brayden McNabb

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Washington Capitals

Andre Burakovsky

Andre Burakovsky 

Tom Wilson

Tom Wilson

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1980 US Miracle on Ice Team/ “Miracle” movie

Mike Eruzione

Jack O’Callahan

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