reason to date a hockey player


1. Always looking to score
2. Always wanting to get in deep
3. Always needing to go a full 60 minutes
4. Always giving 110%
5. Always gotta work harder every shift
6. Always gotta do better
7. Always looking to practice more

Plus you know, thighs and shit.

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i <3u by jeonify

 jimin’s secret admirer happens to be his new tutee, which also happens to be the person he’s set his eyes on since the start.
jeongguk fails math and gets assigned his first love for a tutor.

Find Me by Little_Dimples

Jungkook is a singer and Jimin is a low rate actor who stars in his music video. Jungkook is infatuated with Jimin and wants to know more about him but it’s hard to find Jimin when he’s a second to none actor.

Just Give Me a Reason by thecityofgold

Jimin shows Jungkook the reasons why he needs a girlfriend, and the one reason that he doesn’t.

A Boy with A Boy: (lips on lips) by tcarriela

A grumpy Jeon Jungkook lies too much to be healthy and freaks out, so a cute Park Jimin talks too much honesty and calms him down.


In which Jeon Jungkook kissed Park Jimin to -literally- shut him up, who he was supposed to hate. And Jimin apologizes later for slapping him.

thoughts on friends (and loving friends) by egbuns

it took jungkook so long to finally realize he liked where jungkook dates taehyung only to find out he really liked jimin all along.

The Greatest by Little_Dimples

Person A is a hockey player person B a figure skater. Person A is told he needs more grace on the ice so he is forced to get lessons by person B. Problem is they hate each other.Or Person A is Jungkook and Person B is Jimin.

you look happy (and that’s enough for now) by willinglywastingmytime

this is all taehyung’s fault. jeongguk just wanted to watch anime, and now suddenly he’s helping a hot crying boy get revenge on his ex boyfriend. or ‘i came to this club looking for a one night stand and you were crying about your ex boyfriend so i though you’d be an easy lay but you’re telling me what he did to you and wow i had no idea people could be such assholes and i’m kind of disgusted with myself.’ au

The Petty Criminal Discount by Kingkiwi

The second time Jungkook enters the café, he’s running from the cops. He honestly intended to come back sooner, in a non-law-enforcement-evading context, but it didn’t work out.

your body is a place to stay by jonghyunslisterine

In which Jungkook juggles a five-year-old daughter, Jimin the pretty bookstore employee, and coworkers who like to tease him too much.

sugar, we’re going down swinging by aborescent

modernsherlock!au - The first time Jeon Jungkook meets Park Jimin, the other boy is dissecting what looks like a penis

more golden than a golden snitch by aborescent

Everyone knows that the first year Slytherin seeker Jeon Jungkook’s biggest fan is not from his own house but a third year Hufflepuff named Park Jimin.

Underestimated- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by bulletproofwhale

Ok so here we have another Andre one! As mad as I am at the Caps… I still love Andre! So enjoy guys!

Warning: cussing, hitting of sensitive area

Anon Request: I literally love everything you write!!!!! Could you do one where you accidentally hit Andre in the balls??


              You were absolutely sure this was the worst idea Andre had ever had. Period.

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Mitch Marner #11

Requested by Anon:  Hey can you do one where you’re on a date with mitch marner? but it’s like a double date with either dylan strome or auston matthews or even somebody of your choice? your drabbles are awesome!!!!

*Hiiii!! I hope you like this one. Enjoy! And thank you so much. I try. :))*

Word count: 781

Originally posted by willynylanders

Mitch pulled you closer to him as you walked the small distance from the parking lot to the restaurant. You shivered against him as he tucked you under his coat, providing you with some much needed extra warmth. Here’s to wearing a dress without tights in the middle of Canadian winter.

You checked your reflection on the door as you passed it to enter the restaurant, making sure that yes, your hair is still in place and you still have your lipstick on.

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plan to read

with how busy ive been this past semester with college, ive had little time to read as much as i’d like to. so, im making a list to get all the fics i want to read in one place and return structure and order to my life D: dont mind me and ignore this if you want. im just gonna keep adding to this list and marking them off as i read them!

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Title: Quiet

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Questions, comments, concerns? Let me know.

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests

Sean was the quietest person you had ever dated. He didn’t exaggerate stories, he didn’t beat around the bush, he didn’t talk just to hear himself talk; he meant what he said and he said what he meant. You genuinely appreciated that about him, but it was also the one thing about him that made you question your entire relationship.

The two of you had been dating for almost 11 months and you weren’t entirely where you stood with him. Sure, the two of you were dating, you knew that much. But you weren’t sure how serious he was about your relationship. The two of you always had a great time together; he spent almost all his free time with you, you went to his games, you had met his sister; things seemed to be going well. Sean was never very expressive and it led you to question your relationship a lot.

Slipping your key into the lock, you pushed open his apartment door, his dry-cleaned suits draped over your arm. You had offered to check on his apartment when he went out on road trips and had volunteered to pick up his dry cleaning. Somedays, when you were really questioning his feelings for you, you wondered if he just kept you around to check on his apartment.  

Sighing, you walked into his room, pulling the step stool out of his closet. You climbed up; hanging the suits on the highest rack in his closet. You tripped off the step stool; your hand knocking a shoe box off the shelf as you tried to stop yourself from falling. The lid fell off as the box hit the floor, its contents spilling across the carpet. Your feet hit the ground, managing not to hurt yourself. You hurriedly started gathering the fallen items together, tossing them back in the box.

You were about to put the lid on the box when you snuck a peak at the photo on top of the pile of items. It was a half of a photo strip from a photo booth. Photos from one of your early dates with Sean. You had ripped the strip in half, giving two pictures to Sean and keeping the other two to yourself. Your curiosity grew; not able to contain yourself,  you dug into the box. There were ticket stubs, photos, notes you had written him… One of the ticket stubs was from a movie you had gone to together and found so incredibly boring you had ending up making out in the dark theater like kids.  Sifting through more items, you found a stub from a concert you had gone to, Sean sitting you on his shoulders during your favorite song so you could have a clear view of the stage.

You were so deep in thought as your pored over the keepsakes; you didn’t hear the door open or Sean come inside the room. You only noticed his presence when his shadow appeared across a scorecard from one of your mini-golf dates that was clutched in your hand. You dropped the card back in the box, guiltily looking up at Sean who dropped his travel bag on the floor beside him.

“What ya got there?” he questioned, his face impossible to read.

“Shit, babe, I’m sorry.” you blabbered. “I was putting your suits away and I knocked the box over and I got curious. Fuck. We’ll just forget I ever saw it.” you said, shuffling the items into a pile and depositing them back in the box.

“(Y/N), wait.” Sean said, dropping to the floor beside you. “It’s fine, I wasn’t hiding it.” he smiled, sitting so close to you his leg was pressed to yours.

You glanced at him nervously. “I still shouldn’t have been going through it.”

“Of all the things you could snoop through while I was gone, I’m glad it was this.” he said as he pulled the box in front of him, pulling out a photo of the two of you.

“This was from our first date. I remember because that dress looked great on you…” he said, handing you the photo. “And because I had to throw that shirt away because I spilled red wine on myself…” he muttered.

“I forgot about that!” you laughed. “You almost tripped the waiter and managed to lose your keys in the same night.”

“Don’t remind me.” he chuckled. “I never thought I’d see you after that date. I was such a train wreck that night.”

“That’s part of the reason I decided to go out with you again.” you admitted, looking at the photo. “There were a lot of bumps along the way that night, but you kept a smile on your face the whole evening.”

“That’s because I was with you.” he said smiling.

“Sean, I had no idea you kept all this stuff.” you said, rummaging through the box.

“I mean, I love the time we spend together. I’m a hockey player, not a scrapbooker so I just kinda tossed everything in the box to remember what we were up to.” he shrugged, continuing to look through the pile.

“This is really sweet, Sean.” you replied, resting your arm on his leg.

“You know, now I have to find you a better gift.” he said absentmindedly, glancing over at your confused face. “I was going to give you this as part of your anniversary gift.” he explained.

“Our anniversary?” you asked softly, your heart melting.

“Yeah, the first Tuesday of next month and we’ll have been together a year.”

“I didn’t realize you were that serious about us.” you said.

“Wait, what do you mean?” he asked, hurt in his voice.

“I don’t know, I mean, I know we’re dating but we’ve just never declared what this is.” you said, gesturing between the two of you. “I’ve been hoping that—“

“I’m all yours; I have been since our first date. I haven’t been with anyone but you since that day.” he explained.

“We just never talked about it and I didn’t want to assume.” you explained quickly. “I’m all in Sean, it’s just been me and you since day one.”

“Good, good.” he murmured, you could practically see the thoughts swirling through his mind. “I’m sorry that I didn’t make it clear sooner. I know I’m not very good at expressing my feelings. Sorry.” he said, his dark eyes locked on yours as he wrapped his arms around you; pressing a kiss to your temple.

“And Sean, you don’t have to get me anything else for our anniversary.” you muttered, your read resting on his shoulder. “This is already the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever gotten me.” you said, smiling as you looked down at the box.

Sean stared down at you thoughtfully. “I love you, you know that right?”

“I do now.”

“Fuck, I didn’t realize… I just thought you knew.” he muttered. “I’m not very good at this.” he sighed.

“Just so you know, I love you, too.” you smiled.

“How many times do I need to tell you I love you to make up for all the time I haven’t been saying it?”

“This box makes up for all the time you haven’t said it.”

“If I ever go another day without telling you that I love you, just slap me okay?”

Request: could you do something cute with sean monahan? maybe about him being kind of quiet or not very expressive?

Dylan Strome - Jealous

Originally posted by smolsnakeking

A/N: Look I did what I said I would! 4 requests done! More to come!

Requested: “  Eyy could you do one with Dylan Strome where he thinks the reader and taylor raddysh like each other (but they’re just best friends) and he gets all jealous when the team is speaking about how pretty the reader is in the locker room after a game (and he finally confesses after long time) sorry it’s so long and specific :’) “

This is a lovely request, don’t feel bad about it being long or specific, I appreciate it!

Warnings: Foul language

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Leon Draisaitl- I can’t do this

Request:  Hey! Can you please do a Draisaitl imagine for me? Maybe something about how you both like each other but you refuse to go out with him because of your family and how they would react to your relationship, you can end it anyway you like, crush my soul if you have to. Thank you so much!

Author’s note: This isn’t super long but I’m actually proud of it and I didn’t want to ruin it by adding just to make it longer. I really struggled connecting with my writing today but I hope you enjoy it as much as I ended up. It’s not the best but I’m glad I did restart it twice.


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1angallagh3r  asked:

How's Andi? What's she up to these days? I think about her a lot, because I'm in love with her.

Andy’s good!  Hockey season is over, which means she’s said goodbye to the Lil’ Aces hockey teams she coaches for the year. Now when she works in the evening hours, it’s meeting with Little League parents or watching middle schoolers play basketball.

During the season she coaches kids’ hockey and skating under 10, which is a real change from the deeply serious and competitive teenagers she worked with in Minnesota–the kind of girls who wanted into NCAA Div I, and the kind of boys who wanted into the NHL.  These days her time on the ice is a whole lot sillier and less graceful, more filled with laughter. She used to resent the guys who coached the Aces junior team, which she couldn’t do while staying Executive Director at the Aces foundation.  That job involves a lot of travel to away games. She couldn’t just head down the hallway from her office and spend a couple hours on the ice with kids, the way she can with the younger teams. That said… she’s coming to appreciate where she is.

Kent’s in Playoffs Mode, which means when he’s home he’s usually spaced out or sleeping. She gets it? She works around him and is a lot more tolerant during these weeks, because he’s tired, in pain, and stressed to the gills. If she has a major life crisis during playoffs, she’d rather take it to her friends than see Kent get derailed.

Her job (being PART of the Aces organization) is pretty understanding about time off during playoffs too. Internal meetings naturally get rescheduled if they conflict with a game. If Kent’s playing a decisive game in a series out of town, they don’t mind if Andy leaves work early to fly out for it.

It’s… awkward and weird, being in the public eye as Kent Parson’s Girlfriend. The thing about hockey girlfriends is–when you grow up in a small town with a junior hockey team, those boys are treated like GODS, because there’s the slim chance that some day they’re going to be rich and famous. The girls that date them are slim, polished, perfectly made up, and willing to sacrifice everything for their boyfriend’s career–and for the girls it’s the glamour, probably, but her parents put up with it because they want to see their daughter married to an NHL player and living in a mansion someday. That’s what she grew up with. There’s a reason the guys who asked her out thought that her falling for it would be so funny.

So she feels really acutely, sitting in the team box, that a lot of eyes are on her and she’s being judged, a lot, for being fat. That a lot of people think she slept her way into her job. That a lot of the national audience thinks she’s a joke as an athlete and a coach. And she knows that she can’t just pull on her Aces jersey and go to games the way she could when she was an anonymous fan unless she wants a lot of blowback about looking “ugly” or “sloppy”, so she does her makeup and her hair and wears expensive outfits and doesn’t eat in public anymore. 

It helps, a little bit, that she’s there anyway. Even when people ask her on Twitter why Kent couldn’t have gotten a beard who was halfway-plausible… she’s still a fat woman being visibly loved. She’s still half of a duo that’s breaking open a conversation on mental health in hockey. She’s still on USA Hockey’s shitlist for her hand in the women’s national team boycott. 

And win or lose, when playoffs are over, there’s a cabin on the shores of her favourite lake with her name on it, and she and Kent are gonna go there and rest.

Leon Draisaitl #2


Apologizes for not writing/posting lately, I just couldn’t get anything good but this came up! Wether it’s good or not I posted yay, enjoy :) Requests are still open, just don’t expect them to be written within a day

Word Count: 1,954

Originally posted by mattyymarts

You really didn’t want to go out to some party tonight. Sure it was a Friday night and you had a long week that was well deserving in a drink, but partying just didn’t seem appealing today. Add the fact the moment you got there you realized this wasn’t about to be just some normal party and you were so ready to go home. 

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I have a confession to make: I’ve been slacking on the omgcp train because… I got a Nintendo Switch… and the new Zelda is just too good

It did get me thinking about how the Haus (really the frogs) would react if someone brought home a Nintendo Switch though. Probably Bitty (who’s in his senior year at this point)? As a gift from Jack, who bought it deciding he wanted to give it a try after a life of non-video gaming? The two probably had some fun playing Zelda and 1, 2 Switch in Providence but decided it was too much of a time-suck for the two of them (senior year, Bitty’s Samwell captaincy, NHL captaincy), so Bitty drags it along with him back to Samwell.

Of course, Chowder’s been keeping track of Nintendo stuff, and his family/friends back home have been posting on social media about it, taunting him, when he knows they’re sold out within a twenty-mile radius of campus, so the boy is DYING to play it. When he sees the Switch in front of the television downstairs, he lets out a squeal an opera singer would applaud at. Nursey and Dex are very confused.

Nursey and Dex have probably all played at least a few staple video game franchises in their childhood, but Nursey abandoned them kind of quickly in his attempts to “chill”, and Dex couldn’t really afford consoles as a kid, so he’s only really played them at someone else’s house or something. Chowder plays a bit of Zelda with them as witnesses, and they pass it off as “cool” and go on with their day. (Very reminiscent of a certain confession about someone dating a certain professional hockey player tbh)

Except they’re secretly fascinated by it. For different reasons. They sneak downstairs and swipe it to play for a few hours when they know everyone else is in class. Sure, they both know fuck-all about the plot, but they get the basic premise – walk around, explore, complete quests, kill monsters, stop Ganon – and that’s more than enough for them.

Dex loves it like he loves any good puzzle. An encampment of monsters hoarding a treasure chest to themselves? Obviously, it’s time to start a fire and ride the updraft it produces to get the drop on them. Enemy that’s way too big to take out one on one in a thunderstorm? Bait it with food and turn that sucker into a lightning rod by chucking something metal. Dex is all about this. (He does, however, wish you could repair equipment instead of passively watching it slowly get worn down.)

Nursey’s more into the exploration and the sights. He’s a hazard to himself, really. Chowder leaves off after the introductory tutorials and dungeons, and Nursey decides it’s a good idea to make a beeline for the castle swirling with black and purple clouds and a ravenous demon circling it. He dies. A lot. Until something pretty and glowing red calls his attention to the east, at which he point he turns his focus on it. And dies. Again. A lot. Even death in this game - in the form of crisp, deep red laser beams and soft blue, plush as hell explosions - is a thing to behold. There’s just too many beautiful sights and only four measly hearts to spare, but Nursey’s a trooper. Or a troubadour. Whatever. He perseveres.

And the game is great! What’s not great is the fact that, at least twice a week, the two of them have a similar gap between classes, and they are itching to play. They’ve only played individually though, and they’re probably not looking to share, until one day, Dex cracks and asks, “If I get the game for the first hour, you get it for the next, and we just trade off, okay?” Nursey’s indignant and puts on a front to make things difficult, even though it’s a pretty reasonable offer, but ultimately gives in. Dex returns with the Switch in his hands like a kid stealing a cookie from a cookie jar.

But playing/watching each other play is an exercise in restraint.

Dex wants to work through whatever obstacles and monsters are in his way and complete the main story, but Nursey keeps pointing out randomly glowing things off in the distance no less than twice a minute, and it drives Dex crazy. He blows himself up on his own explosives no less than twice the first time they do this. It’s hard to play while swatting Nursey’s grabby hands away from the screen. (He also gets his hands on some pretty swanky treasure and weaponry thanks to Nursey’s observational skills, but he doesn’t say anything about that.)

Nursey just wants to go climb those icy peaks with the three oddly conspicuous conifers all in a row at the top, or go wander deep into that forest with the monstrously large skeleton in the center as dusk falls, but Dex is just screaming at him and playing backseat Zelda player the whole time. “You can’t go up there. You don’t even have a jacket for the cold! You’re gonna die!” or “Exactly what part of traipsing over the corpse of a dead monster, in a forest where there’s nothing else but undead monsters, is a good idea, Nurse?” Nursey starts to listen after the (reanimated!) skeleton sits on him to death a few times. Dex gives him the idea to maybe wait until the sun comes up before approaching the thing again, and if Nursey waits until Dex isn’t in the room before he tries it, well, that’s just a coincidence. (A coincidence with some kick ass swords as a prize, but hey.)

The third week they do this, Nursey grabs the Switch first and tries to suggest something new. “Yo, instead of us just messing with each other and pissing each other off, maybe we can just, you know…” He waves a hand in between them, half-sure Dex is going to do that squinty thing with his eyes to tell Nursey he’s making no sense and say no.

“Yeah, I actually did some research on that skeleton that dropped its ass on you last time. It turns out it-”

“Wait, bro, are you saying yes to this?” A pause. “And did you seriously just call googling Zelda tips and tricks ‘research’?”

Dex goes red in the face, and Nursey’s almost sure he’s about to take back his tentative agreement until Dex, the dick that he is, makes a solid case for why they should be working together. “Look, the game rewards exploration, and you’ve clearly got some affinity for the type of shiny things game designers set up as bait, but none of the survival skills. We’ve got what the other lacks.” Nursey’s mouth splits into a shit-eating grin. “Just work with me, Nurse.”

Nursey turns his head up in mock reconsideration for a second before remembering he’s one who asked in the first place; he knows it’s fruitless to keep it up any longer. So, he just does what comes naturally and opens his mouth again. “Aw, Dexy, that’s probably the sweetest thing you’ve said to me this year.”

And so begin their new Zelda escapades, whereby Dex picks an objective related to the main quest, and Nursey points out things that might be worth checking out on the way to their destination. They still trade off every hour, but there’s a lot less dying, and a lot more sweet, sweet treasure.

Chowder gets back from class early one day, and considers giving himself some Switch time before he notices it’s not in the dock. He decides he’ll live and is about to turn down the hall to his room when he hears some very distinctive piano notes echoing weakly from the attic.

‘Those fakers,’ he thinks to himself. He creeps up the stairs and swings open the door at the top, a chirp on his lips when he sees them. The chirp dies on the spot.

They’re both conked out, and Dex is lying next to Nursey on the bottom bunk, his head most definitely resting on his shoulder. Nursey’s is resting on top of his, the Switch still in his hand by the floor of his bed.

Chowder just giggles and snaps a picture of them before turning back around and leaving.

(Blackmail, he decides, is an even better way to get Switch time.)

anonymous asked:

What if giroux for some reason was dating taylor crosby, and sid and claude were caught between being complete assholes to each other and sucking it up and getting along because taylor is amaze and deserves only the best. what follows is some meet the parents style shenanigans and passive aggressiveness. “You shouldn’t date hockey players taylor! They’re assholes w the emotional range of 12 yr olds” “sid, you’re dating a hockey player. yoU ARE A HOCKEY PLAYER” “yes, but-” “I AM A HOCKEY PLAYER!


Jake Guentzel - Celebrating

could you write a Jake guentzel imagine? Maybe if you do smut you could do your first time together? Or if not you could just do some fluff, light and sweet fluff (:

Author’s notes: You get my “first” smut piece! (not really my first, but my first for writing imagines? So congratulations!) This isn’t my favorite piece of writing and I’m so sorry! Hopefully my next one is better. I haven’t written smut in first person yet so I’m adjusting to that.

Warnings: Sex

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After she graduates from Samwell, Alicia moves to New York. She’s got a modelling contract, she’s going to be in Vogue, she’s going to be on Broadway – she’s going to be all these huge things according to her agent. It’s not that she doesn’t want them, necessarily, it’s that…it’s that she’s twenty-three and she’s from Chatham, Massachusetts and she somehow thought she was going to be married well before she had a career. But, it’s fine. She’s got an apartment in Manhattan and everything is exciting and gorgeous and all the people she meets are dull and gorgeous and after only a month, she’s tired of it.

She’s theoretically dating a Broadway producer at that point. He has a higher opinion of himself and his tastes than anyone she’s ever in her life met, but she doesn’t really want to turn him down because this is how people get parts in things. But when he shows up with some tickets for a new experimental performance of Swan Lake set to the Beatles, she draws the line.

“What if we did something a little more…fun,” she suggests.

“Like what?” the producer asks, clearly bewildered.

“Well I think the Pens are going to be in town playing the Rangers on Saturday,” she says. “Can you get tickets to that?”

He clearly doesn’t know what the Pens or the Rangers are, but he goes away and comes back with tickets. Alicia’s just so damn relieved to be going to a perfectly normal hockey game that she can’t contain her excitement.

The seats the producer got them are good. They’re just behind the boards, liable to get sprayed with ice if anyone makes a serious turn too close by.

“Does – does the guy in jersey 11 have the same name as you?” the producer asks, glowering at the ice while the players skate by. Alicia doesn’t have to look to know who he’s talking about.

“That’s Bad Bob Zimmermann,” she says. She’s having fun explaining hockey to him in a condescending tone, since it was how all of their previous dates had been, just in reverse. “His name’s got two Ns at the end of it.”

She doesn’t mention that part of the reason she’s laughing is because back in Samwell, she and her roommates had gotten silly drunk one night and started evaluating the prospects of each of the hockey players Alicia had taped to her walls, and they’d decided that it was Bad Bob who she ought to marry because then she wouldn’t have to change her last name.

“No, but I would,” she insisted at the time. “I’d have to add an N.”

“And forever make copy editors cry,” her friend had replied.

The producer shakes his head in confusion at this whole sport, when suddenly three hockey players slam into the boards right in front of them. Alicia finds herself face to face with Bob Zimmermann himself and for some reason he’s looking at her, his brow furrowed just slightly in confusion.

“I’m telling you, it was Alicia Zimmerman,” Bob says, smacking away the towel someone’s trying to snap him with.

“I don’t know, man, that’s the most starry eyed I’ve ever seen you over a girl,” the goalie says.

“Of course I was starry eyed, she’s the new face of Valentino,” Bob says. This is going to be a problem. That’s not something he’s supposed to know off the top of his head. He has to cover. His team can’t know he’s been more or less fanboying over this girl for the better part of three months. “And she was in that play we saw the last time we were in New York.”

The goalie considers. “Who was she?”

“She was the girl,” Bob says. “You know, the really good one who could act.”

“Blonde?” the goalie asks. Bob nods. “Those blue eyes you could see even across the theatre?”

“Yeah,” Bob agrees.

“Why are you still in here then?” the goalie demands. “She’s probably still out there. Go ask her on a date.”

Bob shakes his head, but the goalie, Johnson, grabs him by the arm.

“Bob,” he says. “This is crucial. Go ask Alicia Zimmerman out on a date.”

Merde, okay,” Bob says, recoiling from Johnson’s intensity. It’s not actually that bad an idea, he thinks, as he walks back towards the stands. Alicia hadn’t looked overly enthusiastic about the man she was sitting next to, so maybe he’s got a chance.

He happens to catch her and the guy in the suit just before they leave the rink.

“Sorry, you’re Alicia Zimmerman right?” Bob asks.

Her smile could power all of New York it’s so bright.

“You’re Bad Bob,” she says, completely ignoring the man next to her. He looks miffed, Bob thinks, but he’s also about half the size Bob is so he’s not worried. “I mean, you’re Bob Zimmermann. With two Ns.”

Bob laughs and Alicia keeps smiling, and the Broadway producer disappears in a snit.

Alicia never does get around to changing her last name. 

PB&J headcanons because I love those dweebs

  • One year for hallowe’en Bitty sat on Kent’s shoulders under a really long coat because they decided to dress as a tall person just so they could chirp Jack for once
  • Jack is getting increasingly more nervous about Kent’s demon cat. He checks under sofas before he sits down because he doesn’t want his ankles scratched that much again
  • Kent says swawesome. It’s how the Falcs worked out that he and Jack were together, but they all thought they were the only one to know so they respectfully kept it quiet
  • Bitty sometimes ends up on those “hockey wives” type things that I keep hearing about from y’all and am still not convinced are real
    • Oh man I bet there’s some Falcs/Aces rivalry at some point and Bitty’s in the middle like “I just hope everyone has fun and no one fights”
    • Sometimes Kent shows up because “I’ve got a famous hockey boyfriend too”. He’s great on reality TV
  • When Kent is watching tape, Jack will do everything in his power (up to and including neck kisses) to distract him. Until he finally gives in and decides making out is a better plan, at which point Jack will look at the TV and go “actually this was a really good game” and completely ignore Kent
  • Kent and Bitty have a competition on twitter where they try to take and post the most photos of Jack while Jack is taking a photo of something hipstery
  • Bad Bob pretends to be the disapproving future father-in-law type about Kent because he thinks its funny
    • But only Kent
    • “Mr Zimmermann, what do you think about your son dating two men?” “Well, I’m glad he’s happy. Y’know, Eric is so good for him and they’re going to be so happy together it’s wonderful. And Kent’s alright too I guess.”
    • Jack makes Bob give Kent a special “sorry I pretended to hate you for a joke” cake and absolutely refuses to let him put the word “pretended” in scare quotes
  • All of Kent’s pet names for Bitty are foods. “Cupcake”, “shortbread”, “apple pie”. Sometimes he calls Jack “maple syrup”
  • Sometimes they go on road trips between Providence and Vegas, but they have to avoid the entire midwest because Kent is scared of tornadoes
    • Jack’s like “fine, then we have to avoid the south because I’m scared of republicans.”
    • And Bitty says, “If we’re ruling out states, I’m not going anywhere where we’ll see nothing but corn for more than five hours at once”
    • They have to cross into Canada to make it work
  • Kent and Bitty throw the best forth of july party every year, partly because it’s Kent’s birthday, partly to annoy Jack
  • French. Bitty is competing with Kent to get better at it. Kent actually sucks at french but he is great at fake french and Bits can’t tell the difference it’s actually hilarious
  • No one knows which baseball caps belong to who anymore, they just grab the nearest one and put it on
    • They’re everywhere in their houses
    • Sometimes Jack and Kent end up accidentally wearing merch from the wrong hockey team
  • Kent is a little intimidated that both his boyfriends went to college
  • Joking arguments about the weather. “It’s only because you’re from Georgia” “Nuh uh. Canada is just too cold. Kenny, tell him.” “It’s too cold. Should be illegal” “You live IN A DESERT”
  • If asked, Bitty says he’s only dating two hockey players to double his chances of getting to take a selfie with the Stanley Cup. Or he’s hedging his bets in case one of them loses too many teeth. Sometimes he says he’s just doing it to annoy his grandparents. He’s got a lot of bullshit reasons it’s become a running joke in the media
  • “Don’t you want to live in the same city as your boyfriend?” says the Falcs or Aces GM, every time Kent or Jack are close to free agency. They’re desperate to get the two on the same team again so they can win lots of games and make the third guy on their line feel awkward
  • Bitty beats them all at air hockey
Love Triangle

 Well, firstly… I guess a “welcome back” to me. I felt bad for not posting in a while, but then again, I forgot that I sent the warning beforehand in a different one-shot that I’ll probably be writing less and less [with all the shit I need to do].

So, for the rest of summer, expect a one-shot once a week (sometimes maybe two or three if I’m not that busy).

Secondly, go check out the beautiful band “Set It Off.” It’s just filled with baes<3. (You might see me reblogging SIO/Cody Carson, the lead singer, stuff every now and then.)

Thirdly, this is probably the longest one-shot. It’s over 2.2k words. But then again, it’s a hefty request & I tried to do it as close to the request as possible, but I sorta drifted off. (Hopefully, y’all like & enjoy it!)



Ok, first of all happy 4th of July to all of you americans from Europe! But now let’s get serious, what do you think about a one-shot where there are a woman and Tyler Seguin who want to be togheter so bad..but they can’t because Ty knows Jamie is in love with her, so the two of them just whisper and breath on each other doors until one night he listens her going to the kitchen and grabs her bringing her in his room! They are in her ph in NY because the guys were there for holidays.


Every day, every time, when you looked at his face, you realized just how stupid you were. But then, when you turned around and saw his face, you realized just how lucky you were.

There should be a law preventing these feelings, because at the moment, at every breaking moment you thought of your stupidity or luckiness, you just wished you were in prison and not there. It was even ten times worse when both faces were right next to each, staring at you with two pairs of beautiful brown eyes that had different effects on you. One pair was just heartwarming, making you feel safe and loved, while the other pair… God. They were so mesmerizing. You felt like an arrow struck you in the bum and you were paralyzed until the rest of him just came up and took you in those big, strong arms.

One made you feel protected while the other one made you feel alive.

And it was stupid as hell, because the latter was the one who set you and the former up.

You flinched when an arm suddenly wrapped around your waist. You eagerly looked up, hoping to find – Your smile softened when you met the warm brown eyes. “Oh, hey, Jamie,” you greeted before your lips met.

“Hey, Y/N,” he responded when your lips pulled away. He handed you a drink and took the one you were holding for him. “Thanks.”

You came to the party late – thanks to a certain someone – so your boyfriend greeted you and danced with you on the makeshift dance floor. After a good five minutes of doing that and another thirty or so minutes greeting people, he went off to finally fetch you a drink. In the meantime, you just stood by the large window that took up practically the whole wall, overlooking the beautiful, booming city that was lit by the cars and buildings that would never sleep.

“What were you and Seguin doing that made you so late?” Jamie asked playfully, bumping his nose against the side of your head.

You hoped he couldn’t hear the rapid increase of your heartbeat or even feel it… Hopefully, you’d have a heart-attack. Then maybe – just maybe – your heart would clear and make up its mind. “The idiot had to go find a gas station and then we got lost,” you lied with ease, brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face, only for it to fall back.

Jamie smiled and pulled his hand from your waist to tuck the loose strand behind your ear. “It was full when we drove in it this morning,” he responded, his smile taking a slight dip.

“That’s what I said,” you said, shrugging. Your heartbeat only increased. You looked around and found the room filled with other hockey players, their dates, and other famous friends – none of them were Tyler. Your heartbeat slowed, taking a saddening dip. “So, what are we celebrating again?” you asked, forcing your eyes back onto your boyfriend, mentally slapping yourself for your stupid thoughts.

Jamie was here with all his attention on you. Tyler was gone with all his attention on a different chick. Nothing new.

Uh, I don’t think there’s a reason behind this,” Jamie responded, casually scanning the room while lifting the drink to his lips. When he lowered his cup, he said, “Just a party. Did you bring anything in case it was a celebration?” He squeezed your side and you shrieked, jumping back.

You were about to respond when you landed and hit a chest with your back. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, spinning around and stepping back closer to Jamie’s side. You didn’t know whether your heart jumped for joy or terror when a smirking Tyler cocked an amused eyebrow at you.

“Since when were you polite?” Tyler asked, snatching the drink out of your hand and chugging it down with ease.

Dude,” Jamie hissed disapprovingly while you stared at him in disbelief, your jaw slacked.

Tyler didn’t look fazed as he placed the cup aside and shrugged. “What? I drove her here and I need a DD back,” he said, slipping his hands into his front pockets. His eyebrow raised again when he looked at you, mischief shining through those mesmerizing brown eyes. “Or did you think I just drove you here for the free fun of it?”

Closing your mouth to smirk, you crossed your arms over your chest. “You make me sound cheap,” you chortled.

You aren’t?

Your face fell as his playful words pierced you. You remembered Jamie was next to you, witnessing your banter with his best friend. With your eyes on the floor and a frown on your face, you stepped back into Jamie’s side and muttered, “I don’t think I feel so good, babe. Do you mind taking me back to my apartment?”

His warm hand landed on your back and rubbed soothing circles against the small patch of skin on your lower back revealed by your dress. This was what you needed – what you deserved. He smiled gently down at you and opened his mouth to respond when a group of players hollered his name and walked past him, playfully punching his arm.

C’mon, Jamie. We’re about to start playing some drinking games. You too, Seggy. Let’s go.”

Jamie was pushed back a bit, but he stopped and looked over at you. Those warm eyes… were conflicted. You knew he wanted to go home and cuddle with you on your couch, watching movies, especially since he wasn’t a big fan of parties, but at the same time, he had his own unspoken responsibilities as a hockey player or more specifically as a captain of the team that consisted of a good portion of the people here. One of those responsibilities involved partying when there were more than one team present at said party. There were quite a few: Stars (clearly), Rangers, Islanders, Devils, and a few other Western teams.

“Go,” you interjected before he could say anything. “We’re always together and you barely ever party. Go loosen up and I’ll see you either later or tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, stepping closer to you. He ran his arms down your arms and around your waist, pulling you to his chest. “I can just tell the guys I’m not feeling good and –”

“Don’t make Texas look like a pansy to these New Yorkers,” you chortled playfully, gently pressing a kiss against his lips. “I didn’t even drink much, thanks to Ty, so I could get home by myself.”

“If you’re worried, I’ll go with her and make sure she gets home safe,” voiced a certain person from behind.

“And miss the party?” Jamie inquired, cocking a disbelieving eyebrow. You even looked over at the idiot, who was almost always the life of the party, in surprise.

Tyler shrugged and looked innocently at his best friend. “I may or may not have puked in the bathroom twice already. I think I’m done for the night.”

A concerned Jamie made him look like a puppy you just couldn’t resist. When he looked over at you, with those big brown eyes, he asked, “Do you mind dropping him off? Maybe keep an eye on him until I come back?”

“It’s no problem,” you responded weakly. You gave him another, but longer and more lingering kiss. “I’ll see ya later.”

You walked out of the suite with Tyler lingering behind, and once you were out of that very hallway, found yourself pinned against the wall with a hot pair of lips on top of yours. You almost allowed yourself to get lost in the kiss, but then the thought of Jamie being around the corner and the memory of Tyler’s comment from before made you shove the fool away.

“I thought you were sick,” you sneered, swiping your lips.

He smirked, taking a step back. “Please. I can hold my liquor in better than Chubbs.”

You bit back the question as to why he lied, because you knew the answer: Tyler wanted an excuse to spend another few hours with you. The thought made your heart skip a beat, but… you had to stop this game – these feelings.

“Did I offend you before?”

Tyler had his moments of making it easy to get rid of these feelings, but then those moments were always quickly followed by moments of him making it difficult as hell to get rid of said feelings. It wasn’t fair – not to him, not to Jamie, not to you, and especially not to your heart.

You shook your head weakly, your eyes drifting to the floor. “Ty.”

“I didn’t mean it,” he said softly, his hand slipping into yours. He tugged you along down the hallway, and instead of pulling his hand away, intertwined your fingers together. “You’re not easy or cheap. We were just bantering, being playful.”

“I know,” you croaked, still unable to lift your eyes. You didn’t realize he pulled you into the elevator until he grasped your chin and lifted your head for your eyes to meet. You saw the metallic doors sliding closed behind him, but your eyes flickered back to him when he rubbed his thumb in soothing circles against your cheek.

“Stop thinking you are,” Tyler said softly. “I know you feel guilty for what we’re doing, but it takes two to tango. You can’t imagine how terrible I feel every time I look at Jamie’s face.”

“Then we should stop,” you said in barely a whisper. You weren’t even sure he heard you, because you sure as hell didn’t want to hear those words escape your lips. Last thing you wanted was to stop this, but you had to make up your mind eventually.

“We should,” he echoed and your heart took a huge dip. You didn’t realize a tear escaped your eye until he wiped it and a few other tears away. He half-amusedly, half-sadly smiled and said, “But obviously you don’t want that and I sure as hell don’t. Jesus, Y/N. Why are you crying?”

Since the tears wouldn’t stop, you stopped fighting and allowed the tears to burst. You stepped forward, pressing your face into his chest. “This isn’t fair, Ty. This is just not fair. You and Jamie don’t deserve this.”

Me? Yeah, I do deserve it since I was the one who set you and Jamie up then fell for you.” Your fists clenched his jacket at those last three words. “Jamie? No, he doesn’t deserve it. What we’re doing is definitely unfair for him.”

He gently grasped your shoulders and pushed you away. “And it’s not fair for you either,” he murmured, gently kissing you. His hands went to your waist and he lifted you up with ease. The elevator doors opened and he turned around, walking out into the garage.

You automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, but pulled your lips away. “What do you mean?”

“I fucked up everything for you and Jamie,” Tyler said, stopping at his rented Jeep. You made fun of him earlier for picking this car, because he couldn’t stand being away from his baby for long. “You’re more in love with me than with Jamie.”

Your eyes widened as your feet hit the floor and your lips went dry. You never once uttered the word “love” to Tyler, but you’ve said it a number of times to Jamie, though your heart tightened every time that happened. “Wha–”

He leaned against the driver’s door and crossed his arms over his chest, arching an eyebrow. You’ve never seen Tyler so serious before and it was both intimidating and sexy at the same time. “C’mon. You’re always looking for me, looking for excuses to be with me. You’re always happier when you’re with me than with Jamie. For fuck’s sake,” he gestured towards the elevator, “you got lost in conversation with me when Jamie was right fucking there. I bet he can’t even get you to laugh, smile, fucking moan the way I can. You probably don’t even tell him half the things you tell me.”

As much as you wanted his words to be lies, they weren’t. He was right. He was completely right. “You’re right,” you whispered, stepping back, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Of course you’re fucking right. The only thing you were ever wrong about was that I’d love Jamie and –”

His lips met yours and you melted into the kiss with ease. Neither of you wanted to discuss this any further. When you pulled away, you didn’t resume the conversation. All you did were jump into the car and drive off to your apartment, which you questioned Tyler’s sobriety and it turned out the only alcoholic drink he had was the one he stole from yours (very surprising).

When you returned to your apartment, you were surprised Tyler agreed to a night of cuddling and movie watching – not the usual sex-filled night. You settled into his arms, dressed in only loose-fitting pajamas while he was in only boxers.

“I can be the boyfriend you want and need,” Tyler whispered. You knew that… and you knew what you were about to do the next day.




A Real new hockey fans guide: By someone who was sick of the tumblr bias posts
  • Yes sidney crosby is the best forward but it depends what you’re looking for. Sid is generally considered the best because he has the best balance of defensive and offensive talent. But there are other players like Ovechkin, Bergeron, Tavares, McDavid, ect ect ect. who are the best at their own thing and who you consider the best is up to what you think the Best entails. most people just consider Sid’s all around prowess The Best. 
  • Not everyone thinks high scoring is what makes a d-man.  but recently because Goaltending has gone up and scoring has gone down, it’s been the priority to score rather than defend. that means you’re not going to hear about shut down d-men…or if you do it probably isn’t because they’re shut down d-men. You’re more likely to hear about guys like Keith, Letang, and Karlsson. who are all good at their game…but don’t forget the quiet guys like Hedman, Chara, Ekblad ect. their job is to make the game “less fun” so it’s okay to not notice them. but they’re there and they’re good.
  • Carey Price is generally considered the best goaltender. But goaltending is not as spread out as the media and tumblr will have you think. Yes even I think Price is the best but I don’t think he’s so untouchable and every other goalie is a scrub. The media and tumblr are drama queens, we like to exaggerate things and follow story lines. It’s not fun for halfway through the season for us to be like “uh we were wrong about the price being untouchable, so now we’re going with Dubnyk as untouchable” no one is going to buy that. Respect Price, but respect the guys putting up the same numbers, they also exist.
  • Trends in the league are like waves, Good teams go down as the bad teams go up. And they don’t happen at the same time, it’s all wonky and if you graphed it it may just look like a bunch of scribbles. But just because you joined the fandom and one team is The Best, it won’t stay that way and it probably wasn’t that was a few years ago. So just because everyone is crying over a specific team being the best, remember to stay grounded. Because it’s gonna end soon and it probably just started. In 2013 the Boston Bruins overwhelmingly swept the pittsburgh penguins where David Krejci was leading the Post Season points and Sidney Crosby, Evgeni Malkin and Kris Letang did not score.
  • Never be one of the “everyone likes…” guys because trust me. We’ve been here for years and enough of us have plenty of reasons to not like so and so.
  • A lot of shit happened in the league and al lot of players have been accused of pretty bad things. If you care about this a good google search will not lead you wrong. But stop asking us why “everyone hates blank” if we don’t talk about it readily it’s probably because we don’t WANT to.
  • A lot of us do like and read check please but the NHL is NOT check please. so please stop comparing and treating our favorite players like fictional characters. Sidney Crosby is not Jack. Evgeni Malkin is not tater ect. ect. They may be based off of them but respect Ngozi’s characters are individuals and real life human beings as individuals. Besides how can it be real life if sidney crosby is dating someone not geno
  • Fights and Hits and aggression is part of hockey. No one is going after your Baby ™ because they want to hurt them personally. It’s the game. Guys fight each other who are best friends off the ice. But it’s literally a different world for them on the ice. Do not get offended because two men consented to a fight. and clean hits are still clean if your fav player is on the receiving end
  • There is a difference between chirping and insulting. learn it. don’t insult and don’t get offended by chirps. Or do. Just don’t expect to be taken seriously. 
  • The Playoffs is when things quickly go form “haha this is fun” to literal murder time please be prepared.
  • Please get involved in other teams besides yours. I know a lot of us have our One True Team (OTT) and I get that I do too, but involving yourself in the rest of the league is the only way to really understand the game. You can’t just look at one team and say “our best player is best in the league” consider the other players. And Maybe you don’t awnt to truely understand the NHl and that’s just as good trust me i wish i was in that boat. Involve yourselves in other teams, interact with rivals, search tags you might not usually. Get to know people and teams. 
  • don’t let any of us fool you we all weren’t stoked about Team NA and the world cup but then it happened and we all did a 180 so quick. 

anonymous asked:

I can't get Kent singing 'for good' from wicked out of my head for some reason. I don't even know why he's singing it but damn it won't leave me alone. Also Broadway Kent who can sing, does his own special version of Ariana grandes Into You for tater (I'll never be over that song). Also imagine tater by knowing much but Kent always talks about Hamilton and tater surprises him with tickets !! Or buying front tow tickets to the new show Kent is doing for like a week straight to show his support!

yes yes!!! to all of these!! (also unrelated but i got inspired so here’s an angsty meet-Jack-again backstory thing ive been thinking of for the broadway Kent AU)

Kent kind of got the idea that Tater doesn’t like musical theater as much as he does like watching Kent perform (although Tater is fascinated by ballet and can stay awake during the entire thing; Kent can’t stand ballet–there’s that one scene from The Mindy Project that he’ll always remember, where these two guys observe a ballet practice and one of them has to pinch his own nipple to keep from falling asleep–Kent knows which one he is). Point is, Tater shows a lot of support by buying him all these tickets and attending the same shows over and over, always ready at the end with a huge bouquet of flowers and the loudest, most boisterous claps. 

But Kent still hasn’t been to one of Tater’s games.

Yes, of course he wants to, and yes, it’s mostly because their schedules rarely match up, but he knows Tater wants to introduce him to the Falconers officially before he does the namedrop so it can be a fun surprise, like “Hey, I’m dating Kent Parson! He’s famous! He sings and has like a bunch of Tonys and once he voiced a character in a Disney movie. Yes, that Kent Parson!”, blah blah blah. Which is all good and well, since he knows Tater’s fiercely proud of his team and in turn, the Falconers are fiercely proud of Tater, so the problem doesn’t necessarily lie in Kent himself.

It’s Jack Zimmermann, their alternate. 

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reason to date hockey players: if they happen to win the stanley cup and yo’re on the ice with them during the celebration you will look at least 95% better than them no matter what. you really tired and kind of a hot mess? well he has a wild animal on his face.

And meanwhile, a bit about Kent’s boyfriend Luis:

He never Makes it Big as a musician.  For a few years his band makes enough touring to pay for food and gas–basically, to fund their music-making habit–and then two of them move to LA to work as session musicians and Luis decides to settle down and raise kids.

Twice, he rose close to something like prominence.  The first time was when Kent was kicking back with Taiya Sift and told her about his boyfriend and girlfriend, and ended up letting her listen to some of the songs Luis wrote.  During one of them she cocked her head and said, “That riff is exactly what I’m looking for for a song I’m writing.  Do you think he’d let me use it?”  

So, you know, a tiny fraction of the songwriting royalties for a platinum single is… not enough that anybody knows your name, not if you don’t follow it up with aggressive self-marketing, but it is enough to buy a trailer and keep yourself in food and health insurance when you raise your kids.

The second was a couple years after the NHL had gotten over its screaming tantrum that some of its players were gay/bi/queer.  Luis keeps a “drawer” on his computer of songwriting projects he’s had to trash for some reason, and a lot of those have been because they’re about Kent, so they sit and moulder until he cannibalizes their musical elements for other songs.  But one day Kent says, “You should do something with those.  No reason not to anymore.”

Sooo he releases an album on Bandcamp of LGBT+-themed country and western; several of the songs refer to dating a closeted hockey player.  Kent’s featured on one of them, since Luis has been teaching him guitar for a couple years now, and the notoriety of it makes it a brief news item.  

The song that begins “I hear that in Dallas he’s just beat the Stars/that means he won’t call me tonight” is a pretty classic western ballad that contains a musical homage to Ian Tyson’s Someday Soon in the bridge.  While it’s not bad, it neither is an amazingly great song, nor catchy enough to earn serious radio play once the furore is over.  But Kent persuaded Luis to release it anyway because it’s theirs, and it’s true.