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William Nylander - I’ve Been Waiting (Requested)

A/N: Enjoy guys!

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: None 

Request: Where your Alex best friend and you fall in love with William.


“You should just tell him you have feelings for him,” Alex said as he finished taping up his stick. You watched as he methodically checked over his job before looking towards his brother. Will was on the ice shooting the puck at an empty net waiting for his brother to hop on so they could do some drills together. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” you answered as you knelt down to tighten your skates. 

“Sure,” Alex said skeptically and rolled his eyes before kneeling down in front of you and swatting your hands away to finish tying your laces. Before you could say anything else you heard Will’s body slam against the boards in front of you. 

“Are we doing this today or next year lovebirds?” Will said with a laugh. Your cheeks heated up and you couldn’t hide the blush that had risen on your face. 

“You wish Y/N would let you this close to her” Alex said to his brother as he got up, now happy with your skates.  You watched as a look was exchanged between the two brothers, one that you couldn’t decipher. 

“Okay let’s get this over with,” you said and stood up. You grabbed one of Alex’s sticks that was resting behind the bench and jumped onto the ice. You were a little wobbly at first since it’s been a while since you skated. The Nylander family and your family had always been close growing up so you often took part in whatever drills the boys did together. Some of your favorite memories came from long days on the ice with them followed by hot chocolate and movies.

“Your legs are getting soft” Will laughed as caught you struggling. 

“Yeah well sitting in classes for months on end will do that to you,” you said as you took a test lap around the ice. 

“More like sitting on my couch will do that to you” Alex laughed and you responded by sending a puck flying his way. He easily took control of it and sent it towards the net. When Alex had moved you changed schools to follow your best friend. You had been roommates during the season which made his mom happy to know he had someone watching over him. 

“Alright boys lap time” you said taking on your fake stern coach stance and pulled your whistle from your pocket. 

“Didn’t we take away your whistle?” Will asked as he starting skating in a circle around you. 

“I’m an adult now and I can go out and buy them on my own,” you said and stuck your tongue out. 

“So much for adult” Will said with a wink before joining Alex in laps around the ice.

You guys stayed on the ice for a couple of hours, you helped out the guys whenever you could by feeding them the pucks but most of the time you just skated around them. You had figured out a long time ago that they liked having you around for the company more than for your hockey talents. 

“Is it hot chocolate time yet?” you whined from the bench. 

Alex looked at the clock before responding “yeah I’ve had enough for today and plus it’s my turn to pick the movie” he said and came towards the bench.

After a quick shower for the boys, you all headed back to the Nylander house where you guys would watch the movie.  

“Can I borrow a sweater?” you asked Alex once you guys were about to get settled.

“I left one of mine on the chair in the kitchen” Will cut in before Alex could answer.  

“Thanks I’ll be right back” you smiled and headed for the kitchen. Once you pulled the sweater on you couldn’t help but pull it up to your nose and let the smell of Will surround you.  If only he knew how much you cared about him. Sure Alex will always be your best friend but there was something about Will that you couldn’t shake, you had been falling for him for years. 

Once you got back to the living room you saw that Alex was taking up the single couch which left you the only option of squeezing next to Will on the loveseat. You had done this countless time before but now for some reason you felt nervous.

“Everything okay Y/N?” Alex asked. 

“Yeah sorry brain fart,” you said with a smile as you sat next to Will, pulling your knees up to your chest. 

“What are we watching?” Will asked as he gently laid one of his arms on the back of the couch so that it also wrapped around you slightly. 

“Oculus,” Alex said with a wicked grin.  

“I hate scary movies” you mumbled.

“I know” Alex answered with a big smile.  

“It’s okay Y/N, I’ll protect you from the monsters” Will laughed and pulled you closer to him as Alex started the movie.

There weren’t many monsters for Will to protect you from because it only took about 15 minutes into the movie before the three of you were snoring. You and Will must have both moved around in your sleep because when you woke up to the ending credits rolling on the screen, Will was laying on his back on the couch and you were tucked into his side with your head on his chest and his arm draped around you back. You were about to get up to head home when you felt Will’s arm tighten around you. 

“Don’t leave” Will whispered and when you looked up at him you couldn’t help but wonder how long he had been up. 

“I’m crushing you” you whispered back and took a peek to see the snoring Alex. 

“You’re fine,” Will said with a smile. 

“You sure?” you asked and Will nodded so you just laid your head back on his chest. You guys stayed there in silence for a while before Will spoke again. 

“Y/N I’ve got to tell you something” Will said “I like you, I like you a lot. I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time but I didn’t want to hurt you so I ignored it” He said leaned up to look at him. 

“Hurt me?” you whispered, 

“This life isn’t easy, this hockey life isn’t easy and I didn’t want to drag you into it” Will said as he moved a piece of your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. 

“I’ve been in this hockey life for years already. I know how hard it is but I’m willing to deal with it because I love you” you smiled and looked at Will. You were so close to him that you could feel his breath on your face and you wanted so badly for him to lean forward and kiss you. You thought he was about to when Alex’s voice came over the both of you from the other couch. 

“About fucking time” Alex mumbled “I’ve been here fake sleeping for almost half an hour,” he said and got up from the couch with a stretch. “My work is done here,” he said with a wink as he walked towards the exit of the room. “Keep it safe kids,” he added before leaving and closing the door behind him. 

You just looked at Will before you both burst out in laughter. 

“Who knew Alex was so smart,” Will said with a laugh. 

“Stop talking and kiss me already,” you said and pulled at Will’s shirt to connect your lips.

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I dare you to tell another story from the apartment

ALRIGHT BOYS GIRLS AND EVERYONE WHO THINKS THE GENDER BINARY IS FOR SQUARES IT’S STORY TIME.

Today, we’re going to talk about the time Paul’s desire for superior firepower turned into a mini arms race that ended with me setting Eric on fire with a homemade flamethrower.

No, Matt Boomer, you sexy motherfucker, I am not kidding you. Let’s begin with some details.

So when I was at the University of Iowa, several people, including myself, bought Nerf guns for impromptu battles in the hallways when we had free time. Mostly this was all good, clean fun, except for two of the guys down the hall, my roommate, and I.

We all thought, rightfully so, that factory built Nerf guns are bullshit. They’re weak, darts are too fucking light, the barrels cause too much friction, which makes them inaccurate and slow, and you have to re-cock them after each shot. That’s some fucking bullshit right there. So we fixed it.

We bought new, higher tensile springs. We bought PVC pipe and lubricant. We put BBs in the tips of our darts, and my roommate and even put in a second spring to automatically cock the gun, essentially turning them from bolt action pieces of shit into semi-automatic friendship-ruiners.

So when I moved back to Chicago, and into the apartment, I obviously brought my Nerf guns (my roommate gave me his when we moved out), and I obviously attacked my roommates the first opportunity I had. OBVIOUSLY this led to everyone buying Nerf guns and modifying the shit out of them.

However, some of us were terrible shots, so certain measures had to be taken to make it possible for them to keep up. Brad practiced in his room every day, Josh built an extended clip for his gun, and Kyle bought the fucking Vulcan and built a 600 dart belt for it because he decided aiming is for people who can’t fire 6 darts a second (he modded it for doubled firing speed using a small car battery and replaced mechanics).

And then there was Paul.

Paul was fucking terrible. Like almost so bad it couldn’t be for real. He once tried to ambush me coming around a corner from 2 feet away and missed by a good 6-7 inches. He literally could have slapped me and he missed. Whatever moving on.

So Paul decides to solve his aim problems in the most Paul way possible: online shopping. He bought 500 foam pellets for a marshmallow gun, two dozen foam discs, and a motherfucking t-shirt cannon.

You see, Paul, much like Kyle, decided aiming was for lames. So he would pour foam pellets into the cannon until it was half full, slip in a disc to keep them from falling out, then shotgun people in the face. I was his first victim and boy let me tell you that shit is terrifying.

So Paul became the big dog in the house during Nerf battles, and the rest of us found ourselves unable to compete. So we all escalated in our own insane ways. Eric and I, the former champions, modified our guns to fire faster, Brad added an extended magazine to his gun, Kyle built a harness so that he could shoot his fucking stupid fucking bullet-storm piece of shit while moving. Josh booby-trapped various parts of our apartment. Suddenly, we were all better than Paul again, so he decided to step his game up.

He started making paper cartridges that would explode open once fired. Suddenly, he could actually fire multiple times a minute, which meant once again, he was at the top. It didn’t help that our reluctance to shoot back out of fear of getting shot was allowing him to take his time, therefore drastically improving his aim.

So we stepped up again. I smooth out the cocking mechanism on my guns, improving my firing speed even faster. Eric adds more weight to his darts, making them heavier and faster and much more painful. Kyle buys a bigger battery, newer parts, and he perfects his belts, which increases his firing speed to 12 darts a second.

So Paul steps up to take advantage of his improved aim and buys something called a Pucker Chucker which basically is a t-shirt cannon except it shoots foam pucks. This means we can’t just shoot at him from the other side of the apartment anymore, so we all step up again. I modify the rail on top to make aiming easier, Eric modifies his grip to make it more comfortable, Kyle and brad modify their barrels to make them more accurate, and Josh jumps on board the crazy train and builds a goddamn under barrel cherry bomb launcher.

And this is where shit starts to spiral out of control.

Brad starts making smoke grenades, Kyle solves his weakness against close quarters combat by using his battery to create a cattle prod to keep people back. Eric breaks the head off an old golf club to use the shaft as a weapon, I put pins in the tips of all of my darts, and Paul realizes that the Pucker Chucker can also shoot real hockey pucks after he steals my bucket of pucks from my room.

So it escalated a couple more steps but I’m going to leave them out partially out of a desire to keep moving forward and partially out of shame anywhoozle when we pull out our final contraptions and modifications that day we shifted from light-hearted fun that was a bit too far to literally combat. Josh had a sword. I don’t know where he got it from.

That battle was terrifying. Our normal fights were like an hour, two hours tops, then we would clean up, get together in the living room with some beers, and laugh about what happened. Honestly we should have known this was going to happen because when we did this after our previous fight, the laughter was less “haha remember when I shot Josh in the butthole? Classic.” and more “haha remember when I missed your face with that puck? Next time I won’t miss.

So we somehow get into a battle again and this time things go south quickly which is bound to happen when you have a dude in a speedo swinging a sword around while rolling fireworks down the hall. It was literally chaos. There were fireworks and homemade smoke grenades and Kyle made the electrical current in his cattle prod too strong and it was too close to the muzzle of his Vulcan so every few seconds you would just see a flaming dart wiz past and I built a fucking flamethrower and I don’t know what the fuck is going on so I’m just firing it in the general direction of Josh to keep him the fuck away. At some point Brad barricades himself in his room, and so we all run back to our rooms and hide.

We do this for three days. THREE DAYS. I missed classes. We all had junk food in our rooms, and private bathrooms, so that’s what we sustained ourselves on for three fucking days. I, however, try to eat healthy, so I ran out of food almost immediately. After not eating for a day and a half, with food literally less than 50 feet from where I was hiding, I decided that I was willing to risk a trip to the kitchen.

So here’s something important about our apartment: I was the only one who knew how to cook. I had tried to teach the others, but all that had accomplished was several kitchen fires. This meant when Eric also ran out of food, he knew the only way to get a meal was to make peace with me. So he had snuck down the hall to my door, intent on asking me for help.

I did not know he was there.

So when I opened the door and saw a crouching figure in the shadows nearby, I assumed, I think justifiably, that it was the guy who had been swinging a sword at all of us the last time I saw him. So I pulled the trigger on my homemade flamethrower, only to see Eric’s horrified face illuminated by the flames for a split second before they hit his torso.

Luckily, I was using a scavenged fuel source (computer screen cleaner), so the flames were weak, but still fire is fire and fire fucking hurts. So Eric is rolling on the floor with first degree burns on his stomach and chest, and I’m freaking out because Eric is my friend and I just set him on fire, so there is now a lot of screaming coming from the hall.

Now, to lighten the mood slightly, here’s a personality test. You hear the sounds of fire, followed shortly by screaming coming from the hall outside your room. What do you do?

Do you assume the crazy sword guy has finally snapped and is going to kill you all, so you climb out the window onto the fire escape? Congratulations, you’re Brad.

Do you hear the cries of pain and grab a first aid kit before sprinting into the hall to help? Hey! You’re Kyle!

Do you hear the flames so you sprint into the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher? You are Paul.

Do you come out into the hall to see what’s going on but also bring your sword just in case you have to stab someone? You are Josh and also mentally unstable please put your sword away.

So Kyle comes out and he and I start administering first aid and luckily through a combination of the weakness of my fuel source, how quickly I stopped the flames, and the quickness of our treatments, Eric only gets some first degree burns on his torso. Paul puts out the last of the flames, Josh decides he doesn’t want to stab anyone today, and Brad decides that the lack of screaming is a good thing and he comes inside. I spend the next hour apologizing profusely while cooking everyone dinner, and we decide that hey we should probably have some rules for our Nerf fights to prevent this from ever happening again.

So we all eat, we establish rules about modifications and ammunition, and at the end of it all, we grab some beers, head into the living room, and tell Josh he needs to get rid of the sword seriously dude where did you get that from?

Hockey, quick and dirty (no, not like that)

So the Stanley Cup Finals are upon us and I’m guessing a few people who’ve never watched hockey might decide to check it out, especially since no matter who wins this year, it’ll be historic.

A lot of people watching hockey for the first time: OMG WHAT THE HAP IS FUCKENING SO MANY MOVING THINGS.

Worry not. I am Here For You.

What even is going on here. I’m dizzy.

Yeah, that happens. What is going on here is that two teams of six dudes each are trying to get a six ounce rubber puck into the back of the other team’s net. They do this by skating rlly fast, banging into each other, cursing a lot, and flinging the puck around. That’s it, basically. Hockey isn’t very complicated in its basics. There is one way to earn a point (make the puck go into the net) and one way to win (be better at making the puck go into the net than the other guys).

I can’t see the puck WHY SO TINY.

I feel your pain. Watching hockey on tv is a bit of an acquired skill. If it helps, watch the players, not the puck. Ironically, watching it live is WAY easier.

Who are these six dudes?

Each team is allowed six players on the ice. Almost all the time, those six players are three forwards (who are supposed to shoot the puck and score - a group of 3 forwards is called a “line”), two defensemen (who are supposed to stop the other team from being able to score, and get the puck back for their team) and one goalie (whose whole job is to stand in front of the net, be huge and impenetrable, and stop the puck from going in). But except for the goalie, everyone shares in all the jobs to varying degrees. Defensemen often score, and forwards often defend. There is at least one NHL team whose top scorer is a defenseman.

There are way more dudes on the bench. What are they even doing, cheering?

They’re waiting for their turn. Each team can have 23 players on their active roster, but can only “dress” (get geared up and ready to play) 20 players for each game. They usually dress four lines of forwards, three defensive pairs, and two goalies (a primary and a backup - most of the time the backup sits on the bench the whole game. He only goes in if the primary gets hurt or gets scored on a LOT). If you are not familiar with the players and their numbers, you’re probably not noticing that the players on the ice change constantly. Hockey is so strenuous that you can’t do it at full game speed for more than a minute. Forwards play in “shifts” of usually 30-45 seconds, defensemen usually 1 to 2 minutes. They swap out as the coaches direct, without stopping play. I have yet to stop being impressed by this. You often don’t see the changes on TV because the cameras stay with the puck, and the players are changing off-camera.

Wait…what’s a power play? That sounds kinky.

A big part of hockey is penalties. You get penalties for doing not-cool stuff with your stick, your body, your skates. Most are minor penalties (two minutes) - there are also double minors (four minutes) and majors (five minutes). When a team is charged with a penalty, a player goes to the box, usually (but not always) the player who committed the penalty. You’re not allowed to replace the player who’s in the box, so this means his team is short one player, and the other team has an advantage, which is called a power play. Teams have a special group of players for the power play (usually their best forwards) and also a special group for when they’re at a disadvantage (called a penalty kill, heavy on their best defensemen because they want to survive the penalty without getting scored on). It’s possible to have TWO players in the box at once resulting in a 5-on-3 advantage (a two-man advantage is the maximum allowed) and sometimes you’ll get one player from each team with a penalty, resulting in a 4 on 4 period.

Icing? Offsides? These are clearly not cake-decorating terms.

Hockey is played in three periods of twenty minutes each with a 15 minute intermission between them. During those periods, play continues until a whistle is blown or a goal is scored. Whistles are blown for penalties, when the goalie freezes the puck (stops it and hangs on to it so it can’t be played), the puck goes out of play (over the glass or into the bench) or when the teams commit the infractions of icing or offsides. Icing is when someone shoots the puck from behind the center line all the way to the opposite end. You’re not supposed to do that. When the puck is being played toward the offensive zone, the puck has to be the first thing across the “blue line” (the line that marks the beginning of the offensive zone). If an offensive player beats the puck across the line, that’s offsides. 

Hey, they’re fighting! That can’t be allowed, right?

Well…yeah, it kind of is. Hockey players frequently get in minor little shovey-shovey sweary shouty skirmishes (this is often referred to as the players getting “chippy”). Those aren’t fights. Real capital-F Fights are actually a stat that is kept for teams and players. An official fight is usually at least semi-planned and the refs are sort of given a heads-up about it, they usually just stand there and let it happen, and the players keep each other from piling on. It’s a real fight if the players drop their gloves and if punches are thrown. Believe it or not, learning to “hockey fight” so you don’t actually injure yourself or the other player is a skill that players are taught. It happens, but usually both players will get some variety of penalty (roughing or fighting depending on the severity and who started it). There was a real fight in last night’s game although it was really more like a minute-long hug session.

They’re totally running into each other. A lot.

Yep. That’s called checking, or hitting. It’s legal to hit a player who has the puck in order to get possession away from him. But there are a lot of rules - you can’t hit someone who doesn’t have the puck, you can’t hit the player with the puck from behind, you can’t hit them above the shoulders or below the knees, you can’t use your elbows, and so forth. Legal hits can still be pretty brutal and how penalties are called for illegal hits is wildly inconsistent. Hits are another stat kept for the teams and it’s a measure of how aggressive they’re being in taking puck possession.

Hey, the players are getting points too, not just the teams.

Yes, they are! Hockey is very team-oriented. It’s extremely rare for a player to score a goal without one of his teammates setting it up for him, or getting the puck to him in a way that enables him to score. Players get equal points in their individual stats for both goals and assists. Each goal has the possibility of two assists - the guy who touched the puck before the goal-scorer, and the guy who touched it before that. Assists are not recorded on every goal, and some goals only have a primary assist and not a secondary. When we talk about players’ stats, the ones most frequently mentioned for forwards are total points (goals + assists), goals, and points per game (goals + assists divided by number of games played). Any player will tell you that the ability to just shoot the puck into the net is not the most important part of offensive play - the ability to “create offense” and set up plays that result in a goal is even more important. Some players are goal-scorers (Alex Ovechkin is one example) and some are players that do more offensive creation (Sidney Crosby is like that). 

DUDE THE GOALIE IS GONE. DID HE REMEMBER THAT HE LEFT THE OVEN ON?

If the goalie is gone it’s probably in the last 2 minutes of the game and his team is losing. There is no rule that says you HAVE to have a goalie on the ice and you’re allowed six players, so if you pull your goalie, you can put another forward on to score. If there’s 2 minutes left and your team is down by 1 or 2 goals, if you pull your goalie, the worst that can happen is you’ll lose MORE, and you might be able to tie the game and force overtime, or even win, if you put yourself at a man advantage with an extra skater. This is called an “empty net” situation and it’s nerve-wracking, especially if your team is the one that pulls the goalie. All it takes is for the other team to break away from your defense and they can pretty much score unchallenged. (There is another situation, delayed penalties, during which a team pulls their goalie during other times in the game, but that’s a bit advanced. I can explain it if anyone’s curious)

Um, is it me or do these playoffs take forever?

It’s not you. The Stanley Cup playoffs take forever. Sixteen teams make the playoffs (out of 30, soon to be 31 teams total) and they play four rounds, each of which is a best-of-seven. The winning team at the end could have played as many as 28 games in the post-season - the regular season is 82 games long. There are four divisions in the league grouped into two conferences. Each division sends their top three teams to the playoffs, then each conference sends the next two highest-scoring teams for a total of eight teams per conference. Those eight play for the conference championships, then those last two teams go on to play for the Stanley Cup. This year’s western conference champions, the Nashville Predators, and the eastern conference champions, the Pittsburgh Penguins, are two games in to the final round now. Pens are up 2-0 games in the series. Each round takes about two weeks - the playoffs started April 12 and could end as late as mid-June if the final round goes to seven games.

A lot of these dudes seem to be Canadian.

Yep. Hockey is Canadian for sure. Of the players in the NHL, 50% are Canadian (if you can name a world-famous hockey player there’s about a 95% chance he’s Canadian), 25% are American and 25% are European of some other variety (mostly Russian, Swedish, Czech and Finnish). One of the things about hockey that bugs me is that it’s SO WHITE. There are many reasons for that, but it’s getting better. At this year’s All Star Game there were six minority players invited, and there are some amazing up-and-coming young players of color in the league like Auston Matthews (who will 98% probably win the Calder trophy for Rookie of the Year this year), Josh Ho-Sang, Seth Jones and Nazem Kadri, three of whom played in this year’s playoffs.

There’s a lot of hugging. I did not expect this much hugging.

Hockey players hug a lot. After someone scores it’s pretty much standard for there to be a big hugpile.

Okay, I think I’m good for now.

Awesome! Hockey is fun to watch and hopefully this has been helpful. I enjoy talking about it and learning more stuff myself, so send me an Ask if something confuses you.

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: William Nylander and Nicklas Backstrom have known other since the year 2007, with Nicklas Backstrom being a not even 20 years old rookie, coming to Washington to stay with former Capitals center Michael Nylander and his family, including 11 year old William Nylander and his then 9 year old brother Alexander, they were living together, shooting pucks at the rink together before practices and playing ping pong in the Nylander basement even after moving out. Now, William Nylander and Nicklas Backstrom, after facing each other in the Stanley cup Playoffs in William Nylander's rookie year, play together on the same line for Team Sweden at the IIHF World Championship, Nicklas Backstrom centering William Nylander on his right wing after knowing each other since Nicklas Backstrom was too, a young Swedish rookie in the NHL, 10 years ago.
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patrice bergeron. enough said.

brad marchand. short. an amazing human being. an amazing player. tons of nhl players actually really like him. he saved the gays. amazing dad and husband. step dad to be exact, which is rare to see and it is great representation. brad is love brad is life.

torey krug. he’s also short. an amazing offensive defenseman. sassy af but goes unnoticed. fought andrew shaw. his dog, fenway krug, is the best dog out there. loves david pastrnak.

adam mcquaid. fucking savage. will fight anyone who gets in his or his teammates way. not only a great defensive defenseman, but also defends all of his teammates when they get hurt. angel. shy and awkward. literal model.

david pastrnak. sunshine and rainbows. gorgeous smile. adorable laugh. cute accent. amazing player. loves his team and is so positive about life even after having to deal with some tough shit in his life. hilarious and good™. gets to play beside his idol, krejci.

tuukka rask. seems angry. probably is but also very funny and nice. great with kids. milk crates. amazing elite goalie. takes care of his teammates when hurt. he always will leave his crease when he sees one of them in pain. loves chicken wings. once said his celeb crush is beyoncé. great father and boyfriend.

david krejci. soft. good at everything. french fries. he was better than crosby and malkin and letang combined once. loves david pastrnak like he is his own. plays ping pong. great father.

zdeno chara. captain. greatest captain the bruins have ever had. tall. father figure for his entire team. giant hugger. he’s a literal bear. polygot. first endorser of You Can Play. loves the biebs. his kids are adorable. his cellys are the best.

brandon carlo. soft use of memes. also very tall. the next chara basically. rookie that has gone unnoticed. very underrated. loves his mom. loves life.

david backes. big davo. loves animals. loves his wife since they met in kindergarten. has a charity for animals. owns many pets. he’s a dad. a great one. one time dissed pasta amazingly. great fighter. great person overall.

colin miller. underrated defenseman. overall good at everything on the ice. great shot.

kevin miller. another savage. pretty eyes. pretty face. large and in charge. america. nickname is killer. but he’s nice i promise.

anton khudobin. cute. came out strong for us when we needed him most. adorable chubby face. great accent. loves tuukka. same though.

frank vatrano. italian boy. speedy. shooting pucks is love shooting pucks is life. hurt a lot but so good. we love him. pulls off joggers and snap backs. loves noel acciari.

noel acciari. finally scored his first nhl goal. he’s a train. don’t get in his way. great clean hitter. no one expects it. rhode island boy. loves frank vatrano.

drew stafford. deadline jesus. scored the winning goal in the last second. has 37 of those. damn son.

riley nash. big red. great fourth liner. should be appreciated more. scores whenever we need it the most.

dominic moore: shorty king along side brad. also always shooting those empty netters. brave man. positive guy and also went through a ton of shit.

matt beleskey. skey. people hate that. his daughter was just born. her name is ivy and that’s beautiful. makes fun of pasta. same though. went to china. pretty sick. loves his team. deals with a lot of shit.

ryan spooner. spoons. also saving my life tbh. emo. his girlfriend parker is a queen. she’s my hero. his teeth are cute. he’s cute. i love.

john michael-liles. good dad. daddy. helps when he can. dealt with a concussion. nice guy.

jimmy hayes. boston boy. everyone hates him but i appreciate his love for his team. made valentines. coined the names big davo, davo, and little davo.

joe morrow. doesn’t play much but cute. happy to be here. country boy. canadian. in love with frankie.

tim schaller. best for last. the GOAT. timmy heads. amazing new hampshire guy. living that 603 life. i dig it. he said hi to me on camera once. god bless him and his brother.

nothing subtle here (1/6)

Dex knew he was in trouble the first time he saw Nursey playing hockey. It was a practice, in frog year, and Dex had already decided that he and Nurse, Derek M. were not going to be friends. Or even acquaintances. Or anything close. But all the irritating comments and rolled eyes in the world couldn’t stop Dex’s stomach from swooping as he sat on the bench and watched Nursey slam a guy into the boards, steal the puck, and shoot for the net. He recognized the fluttery feeling in his stomach, he was a gay man  competing in competitive hockey. It was hopeless trying to ignore the fact that hockey players were hot as hell and Dex had given up trying long before Samwell.

But still, Dex told himself, it didn’t actually mean anything. A hockey crush is different than a crush crush. So Dex swallowed the feeling and once he was paired up with Nursey on the ice, it wasn’t that big of a deal. He had less time to watch Nursey when he was trying to keep his eyes on the puck, anyway.

Dex pushed when Nursey pulled. Their mutual agreement to disagree made the world go round and helped the goals get scored. So what if Dex felt slightly nauseous around Nurse sometimes? It was worth it for the cause. 

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If one more alt dude tries to “rescue” me from a conversation about hockey by pulling the whole, “Ooh, and then the sportsman sportsed the sportsiest and we sports our sports! Am I correct, my fellow intellectual!” line of mockery, I will shoot a puck into his stomach so hard that, before it even hits him, it transcends space and time and hits his great-great-grandfather, and he just slowly fades away so I can celebrate our Stanley Cup win in peace as he fucks off to a divergent timeline where I maybe have the patience for needlessly mean people.

Anyways, go Pens.

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Because this guy here just doesn’t get enough appreciation for how awesome he is. Mild-mannered majordomo on the surface, EPIC SIR inside. (Dialing that flip phone LIKE A SIR.)

Taking out gargoyles LIKE A SIR. If you don’t slow your roll, he’ll drop you and probably shoot you in the face.

Taking out gangsters LIKE A SIR.


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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??

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

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faceoff
(aaron/robert, ross, pete, victoria, adam, bob, eric)
mentions of parental abuse 

for @vckaarrob who has been waiting so patiently!

Aaron’s on the ice when it happens;

They’re on a power play, the Steelers taking stupid penalties, and Eric’s always on at them to take advantage, to play harder. Aaron’s exhausted, but Eric puts him on the ice anyway. Robert’s the best they have on the power play, and Aaron’s his winger. 

Aaron loves hockey, but sometimes he wishes he and Robert didn’t have the chemistry they do on the ice. 

They’re skating hard, right to the blue line, Aaron behind because he’s always playing catch up. They’re close to time, have to be, but they’re mid-play and Aaron sees what’s going to happen too late to do anything about it.

Robert has his eye on the goal, because it’s Aaron’s job to receive the puck and shoot, something they’ve done time and again and utilised to their advantage. Robert plays his part, slides the puck back right to Aaron’s stick, but before Aaron can shoot, Ross Barton plows into Robert. 

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Player: Jamie Benn – Dallas Stars.

Prompt:


Mentions: Tyler Seguin and Patrick Sharp

Warnings: None. Pure Fluff.

Preview: “Mama. Mama.” He tried as you stifled your giggles. Beau sleeping in your bed the night Jamie would get home from a road trip was a new tradition. So much so, that you joked you were going to need a bigger bed when the new baby came.

Characters: 1073 words.

Part One

The masterlist is here.  

Originally posted by bennyandthestars

You were currently trying to sleep. Trying being the key word. Between the small baby practicing their power strides in your stomach and the two-year-old using your head as a pillow, you weren’t succeeding much.

You tried so hard to continue to pretend to be sleeping as the little hand grubbily tried to push the hair from your face.

“Mama. Mama.” He tried as you stifled your giggles. Beau sleeping in your bed the night Jamie would get home from a road trip was a new tradition. So much so, that you joked you were going to need a bigger bed when the new baby came.

When Jamie said he was going to step up, he meant it. He also spent every day proving it to you and Beau. The little one growing in your stomach and the small miniature him had been enough of a wake-up call.

You listened as you heard his footsteps come from the bathroom. “Beau Buddy, Let Mama sleep. You kept her up all night being a wiggle worm.” He tried.

But your son had changed his tune from the consistent calling for his father the day before.

“No. Mama.” He once again tried bring the hair from your face. You finally gave up when he began peeling your eyelids open.

“Okay Okay, I’m up.” You laughed placing kisses to your son’s stomach. He giggled and Jamie smiled at the both of you.

“I tried” he pleaded putting his hands up. You giggled standing up from the bed. You scooped up Beau who was trying to crawl across the bed from your grasp.

You followed Jamie into the bathroom, placing Beau on the counter.

“Big day today huh buddy?” Jamie asked handing you your toothbrush.

Beau nodded furiously. “Baby! Baby!”

You gave your boys a foamy smile. Today was your gender reveal party. You were convinced you were having another boy. Your pregnancy was going the exact same way your pregnancy with Beau went. Jamie had other ideas. He had made bets with both Tyler and Jordie that you were having a girl.

You finished brushing your teeth and went to take Beau to get ready but Jamie had beaten you to it.

“You focus on getting ready mama.”

You smiled as you watched your boys go from your bedroom.

You were a little nervous for the party. The first time around, you worked very hard on the party that would tell you and your family you were having a boy. This time, Jamie insisted on allowing him to have creative control. How much could a hockey player know about throwing a gender reveal party. But you had to admit how happy you were that he was so involved.

The theme was hockey themed of course, but that’s all he would tell you. You shook your head as you pulled on your “Mama” hockey jersey. You slipped into some black jeans and tried to lace your boots.

You walked into the living room just as Jamie and Beau came down both in jerseys that matched yours. Papa and Big Brother sprawled across their back. You grabbed your purse and handed Jamie the keys.

You rolled your eyes when you reached the packed parking lot of the Dallas Stars practice arena.

“I should have known better. But you and Beau don’t have your ….”

Jamie smirked as he pulled a duffle from the backseat.

“Okay you are one step ahead here Benn.” You both chuckled as you unbuckled Beau from his car seat. He almost threw himself from the car to catch up with his father, a pink hockey stick in tow.

“Nice try, Benn. But I hate to say that pink stick is going to have to go to Lynde.”

Jamie just chuckled as you both walked in. You stopped in your tracks when you saw it.

The ice was surrounded by twinkle lights and all around the rink were tables, each with a cupcake bouquet of pink and blue. There was a space set up for your friends and family to get skates and put them on. There were tables covered in sweets and small finger foods all themed. Jamie really had outdone himself.

“Who helped you?” you questioned raising an eyebrow.

“Tyler and Sharpy.” He smiled as he tried to contain Beau in one area.

“Just Ty and Sharp?” you asked again.

“Okay maybe Sharp’s wife too.” He grinned sheepishly.

You just chuckled taking in the party as guests began to file in. Soon you were surrounded by your friends and family. You were indulging yourself in a cupcake as you watched Jamie skate around with Beau. Beau was having the time of his life. Jamie stopped at the rink wall where you were standing, stealing a lick of icing from your cupcake.

“Hey!” you giggled and soon little fingers were placed in the icing as well.

You rolled your eyes as Jamie kissed your cheek. “Sharing is Caring Mama.”

Soon Tyler and Sharp skated out with a net that was covered in Black Paper. It had four targets in each corner. NHL or NWHL was painted along the black backing. Everyone gathered around the rink. You held Beau on the bench as Jamie skated out with a few pucks.

“Now Tyler and Sharp were in charge of putting this together.” He chirped.

“Sharp you put the powder in right?” Tyler asked with a chuckle and Sharp shrugged.

Jamie shot a puck at the net, missing the targets completely.

“You have to hit a target babe, that’s the point.” You giggled.

“Shoot Daddy Shoot!” Beau encouraged.

“At least someone cheers me on.” Jamie laughed shooting another puck. He hit a target this time but nothing. This went on until there was only one target left.

You watched as Jamie shot the puck and the target exploded sending Pink powder and glitter everywhere. Jamie began skating around cheering like he had just scored the winning goal in the cup finals.

You laughed as you watched your husband. You were having a little girl and he couldn’t have been more excited. Finally, he skated up to you and Beau placing a kiss to your lips.

“What about that Beau? A Baby sister!” Jamie smiled ruffling his hair.

“Sister?” Beau questioned with a weird look on his face. You and Jamie both laughed. He would get used to it.

evgeni malkin // taking your son to practice

warnings: none

who: geno x reader

premise: geno decides to take your son to practice with him

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The first sign that something was up was the silence. In your house, with a four year old and a husband as loud as yours, silence was as rare as Sidney Crosby skipping practice: it never happened. Still, you managed to collect your nerves and allow yourself to look around before jumping to any conclusions. You figured Geno was already at practice, but you were surprised that your son hadn’t already woken you up to eat cheerios and watch cartoons.

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Only You (Andre Burakovsky)

Anonymous said:

Can I get an Andre burakovsky imagine because he just broke his hand? Like his gf is comforting him because he has to miss a month of playing time or something? Thanks!

Anonymous said:

Can you do a cute andre burakovsky please

Word count: 1297

Originally posted by thornescratch


Andre’s hockey games were some of your favorite events to go to. You were a hockey fan before you had started dating Andre, but there was just something different about being able to cheer your boyfriend on at his job. Plus, celebrating wins was just a little bit sweeter when it was Andre’s win you were celebrating. You always sat right up against the glass so that Andre would always be able to glance up and see you, a little superstition from the early days of your relationship. Tonight was no different. You sit through against the glass and take dumb SnapChats of Andre warming up, sending them to his phone to make him laugh, one of his favorite ways to unwind after the game.

As the game starts, you fall into the role of hockey girlfriend, cheering Andre on fiercely and yelling at the refs whenever they make a dumb call (which, in your opinion, is most of the time). The first period is almost over, the Red Wings leading 2-1, when it happens.

Every significant other of an athlete has the fear that their athlete is going to be horribly injured while playing. Everyone’s heard the horror stories of a check gone wrong, with one person’s spinal cord being severed. Even when Andre would get checked and go down for a split second, you would still jump up, frantically watching to make sure he’s okay. Most of the time, he’s fine. Tonight, however, it’s the exact opposite.

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Stare at Me- Tom Wilson

Originally posted by mttymrts

(Look at his eyes guys!!!)

Don’t worry anon, I’m a Caps fan too! (Among many others but Caps are the hometown team) And so here we go! One third of the brobeans! Plus I’m on a hockey players with children kick so you get a two-for-one! Enjoy guys!

Warning: None

Anon Request: Hi!!! I’ve literally been spending the past few days reading your imagines and I LOVE them!!! Personally, i’m a caps fan and if you’re not backed up on requests, do you think you could do one where y/n is at a caps game and Tom Wilson has eyes on her the whole game and they somehow meet after the game or something? Change it any way you’d like!!!

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              “Mommy?” you daughter asked as she sat next to you, coloring.

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NHL 16

Author: Emmalee
Player/Team: Auston Matthews/Toronto Maple Leafs
Prompt: Can you do one With Auston Matthews? Just something cute at home or the rink or something like that please and thank you :)
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 700 Words
A/N: Enjoy this one! It is also very cute! I keep writing cute ones tonight wtf.
Thanks, loves!! Xx Em


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