Freshuary Day 27 — THANK YOU: Let’s all appreciate @loverofpiggies! Draw her & Fresh together in any way you want!
Welp, I let him drag the others along because why the heck not?
@loverofpiggies, thank you for the amazing characters you create and engrossing stories you tell. Can’t speak for everyone, but those definitely make my days a lot brighter! So thank you for every smile these guys — and not only these ones — bring!
Requested by anons: Do you think you would continue the imagine Newbie with the entire team but eventually it ends up with you in a relationship with Evgeni ??
Part 2 for the Malkin one?
I would love a PT diaries- I think that would be such a cool series! Also, if you were to develop a romance, it would definitely help to have time together before going all in
I loved your Newbie Malkin so much! I hope you decide to add more to it!
A/N: I’m blown away by how much feedback I got from this. I’m really excited about the whole series; I want to write episodes with everyone on the team and make it a whole story where you need to read everyone’s episode to keep up (does that make sense?). Anyways, I hope I get just as much feedback as I did on the last one. Thanks for the support!
Word count: 1198
Warnings: nope, nope, nope. But READ EPISODE 1 FIRST.
“Good morning, (y/n)” I hear a thick accented voice coming from
“Morning, Evgeni” I answer, grabbing some therapy supplies from
“Geno” he corrects me and I turn around to look at him. He is
leaning on the doorframe, wearing black shorts and a tight t-shirt.
“Geno” I finally agree, “ready?”
He nods and walks towards the mat I have laid of him on the
floor. He is clearly limping and I frown.
“You are limping” I say and he looks at me in confusion.
“Excuse me, what?” he asks, sitting on the floor.
“You are walking funny” I try to explain to him.
“Oh yeah. It hurt” he just says and I give him a quick nod.
We start with easy exercises to warm up his knee. He hisses from
time to time, but he doesn’t let out a complaint and keeps listening to my
instructions and following them as good as he can.
“You good?” I ask him and he gives me a quick nod, his t-shirt
soaked with sweat, “don’t lie to me, Geno”
He chuckles at my warning and sits up on the mat before I help
“You aren’t menacing, (y/n)” he comments and I roll my eyes,
“I’m good, but it hurt a lot”
“Let me know if it hurts even more” I command and he looks at me
We use rubber bands on the next exercises and I’m pretty sure
Geno is on edge by the end of them. I guide him to the stationary bikes on the
very far end of the room. He sits and starts pedaling way too fast for his
“Hey, hey, hey… take it easy, Geno” I say, putting my hand on
his shoulder and squeezing a little.
“The harder I go the faster I’ll get bett…”
“The faster you’ll make it worse” I cut him and he shuts up,
slowing down his movements.
We settle into a comfortable silence. I control his heart rate
and speed while he focuses on keeping a steady rhythm. I decide to let him go
as long as he can, but when his muscles start to cramp I make him slow down
gradually until he finally stops.
“Good job, Geno” I compliment him and he gives me a shy smile,
“lay down on the massage table”
He looks at me for a second, trying to figure out if I’m being
serious or not. He has a ligaments injury, not fixable with massages.
“Your muscles are going to ache a lot” I explain, putting a hand
on his chest and pushing him to the table I set up before he got here, “I’m
just going to relieve the tension so they don’t cramp badly”
He doesn’t seem convinced, but does what I tell him and lays
down on his back. I’m about to ask him to pull up the legs of his shorts, but
he reads my mind and does it before I can even open my mouth.
“Thanks” I say shyly.
“You are welcome” he responds.
I pour some oil on my hand and start massaging his healthy legs.
His thighs are rock hard and I need to use a lot of strength to work on them.
I’ve always loved giving massages; feeling how the muscles relax under your
hands and how they flex when you press a certain spot.
“So… did you tell the guys about me?” I wonder, running my hands
up and down the sides of his thigh, working on unknotting his quadriceps.
“I did. They were pleased” he answers, turning his face to look
at me, “everyone but Sidney”
“Why?” I frown and he chuckles. The hand that was working on the
interior of his thigh stops at the edge of what would be uncomfortable and the
other one goes up to his hipbone and down again.
“I said that you were pretty and he said that I wasn’t
unba…unbe…unbi…” he stumbles at his English.
“Unbiased?” I try to help him and he nods.
“That. He said that he needed a second opinion” he sounds quite
offended and I laugh.
“I’m sure that the second opinion will say that I’m not that
pretty and that you are just too nice” I move to the injured leg and he hisses
when I apply some pressure to the spot right above his knee, “sorry”
“You American women always do that” he mutters and I give him a
quizzically look, “instead of accepting a compliment you try to tell us that we
He seems annoyed and I worry for a second that I have actually
offended him. I keep working on his leg, trying to be as gentle as possible, as
I think about what my next sentence is going to be.
“And what do Russian women do?” I settle for trying to figure
what he thinks it’s the right thing to do.
“They say ‘thank you’ and act confident. Men love confidence” he
explains to me, moving his hands, trying to make me understand his point of
“Okay… I’ll give it my best shot” I promise and he nods.
“Good” he says and he looks quite pleased with himself.
“So, you think the guys will like me?” and I sound so
unconfident that he gives me a dirty look.
“We are family. You will be family soon”
I stay quiet, thinking about what he has said. I have wanted to
work with the Penguins since I was thirteen and decided that I wanted to be a
physical therapist after my brother broke half of the bones on his leg after a
car crash. He had needed therapy, intensive one, and I’d gone with him and hold
his hand while he did his exercises.
By the time I’m done with his legs I’m sweating and my hands
ache pretty bad. Geno’s legs are stronger than any of the body parts I had had
to work on before.
“Let’s ice the knee for a little while and then you can go” I
inform him, repeating the same ritual as yesterday, grabbing the ice pack and
two bottles of water from the small fridge on the room.
He sits on the massage table and scots over to give me space to
sit. I secure the ice around his knee and then hop on besides him.
“How do you feel about going for a little run tomorrow?” I ask,
opening my bottle of water and taking a sip.
“Whatever you feel it’s best”
“You did quite good today, but I still think you are keeping how
much it hurts from me”
“It isn’t that bad” he assures me and I give him a look, but
don’t say anything.
After five minutes I remove the ice pack from his limb and help
“Take some ibuprofen if it hurts a lot and ice it before going
to sleep” I instruct him and he smiles, walking towards the door.
“See you tomorrow, beautiful” and I choke on the water I’m
“I…” he cuts me off.
“We’ll work on it” he says and I shake my head, a smile playing
on my lips.