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Zimbits AU where your world is black and white until you hear your soulmate laugh

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Jack knows his parents’ story off by heart.

Bob had been on the ice at an away game. The crowd was screaming; it was overtime. Things had been a bit tense. 

And then Bob had put a puck in the net of the opposition and that was it. The disappointed home audience had fallen into a quiet grumble after some polite clapping. Many hands were slapped on Bob’s back as the team skated towards the edge of the ice. Bob had been just about to leave the rink, and then-

A laugh. A snorting, wonderful laugh, and his world filled with color.

He had frozen where he stood, ears caught on the sound of that laugh and the voice that followed.

“I told you, didn’t I? No one’s got it like Bad Bobby Z!”

It was his turn to let out a laugh and he did, with gusto. His voice boomed so loud it had seemed to reverberate around the arena, every head swiveling to the source of the noise.

Every time he told that story, Bob swore blind he heard his soulmate’s gasp in the ensuing silence. Alicia would roll her eyes fondly, stating that she did not gasp, thank you very much, and that the dreadful nickname she’d called him had been popular among hockey fans at the time. 

Whatever the truth, they’d introduced themselves moments later and were married within the year. It was like that, with soulmates. Instantaneous.

Jack’s not heard that story since before the Draft. He knows people think if he’d found his soulmate before- before, he wouldn’t have done it. But people tend to over romanticize things out of habit. In the end, soulmates and laughter and colors had very little to do with how he ended up here.

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Kiss for Luck

Because fair is fair in magical healthy poly pb&j AU land.
And Look. In this universe in the inevitable future where the Aces and the Falconers play each other for the Stanley Cup, regardless of who wins, everybody wins. Because either way Bitty gets to figure out some sort of creative food for everyone to eat out of it.

(I drew this because I had a fierce need for playoff beards and hockey gear and flow!Jack and stuff.)




My Check, Please! FanArt
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My fanart of another queer sports series (All For the Game stuff)

Online Gaming
  • America: heya guys, and thanks for coming to this new online game that me and C created!
  • England: 'Canada and I'.
  • America: fuck off. Anyways, so we made this game where we based the characters on everyone! We even have super cool moves and shit! And the point of the game is to fight each other until the enemy team dies! Let's start!
  • Canada: I'll be with Germany, Italy, and Japan to make it somewhat fair~
  • Japan: I'm ready- oh, they are us. Shall we choose ourselves?
  • Germany: I guess so.
  • England: okay, let's find the enemy team- oh, I see Italy.
  • Canada: Italy, how are you already there??
  • Italy: Gyaaahhhh!!
  • France: Let me get him with this move- what the??? Why are flowers surrounding me??
  • America: that's your fancy-francy dome shield. And my turn to get out my TRUE AMERICAN GUN!!
  • China: of course, and my weapons are wok and laddle...
  • Italy: Gyaaaaahhh! Germany, Japan, C... Canada, help me!!!
  • Canada: you forgot my name in the middle of-
  • Germany: I'm coming- what the?? I just grew twenty feet tall??
  • Canada: Germany you got your ultimate move already??
  • Japan: Germany, please, for me.
  • Germany: ... fine. SEID IHR DAS ESSEN NEIN WIR SIND DER JAGER!!
  • Russia: whoah, is that cheating? Anyways, let me show you my ultimate that Estonia hacked for me- ...I became a circus bear... hahaha- I'm going to beat you America.
  • America: Ha, no friendly fire bitch!
  • England: America... WHY ARE MY SCONES GRENADES????
  • France: Hahaha! And my ultimate move is- *gasps* MAGICAL STRIKE-CHAN!! EAT MY BAD ECONOMIC SITUATION, GERMANY!
  • Japan: oh, my ultimate's up- ... I'm a harem protagonist... how is this an ultimate ability???
  • China: WHY IS MY ULTIMATE ME IN A MAID DRESS- aaand I'm throwing cheap-ass china plates at Italy... nice.
  • Italy: it hurrtttsss!!
  • England: haha, Italy we've got you cornered! Time to unleash my ultimate move- ... IM AN EYEBROW???
  • America: BWAHAHAHA!! Now for my ultimate move! AMERICAN EAGLE TO THE RESCUE!!
  • Canada: not if I've got anything to say~ Ultimate move; Canadian Hockey Gear ON! Hockey stick attack!
  • America: whoah! C, you're so OP! Guys, do something!
  • France: I'm on it~! MAGICAL FRANCE STRIKE!!
  • China: can I throw anything else but cheap-made Chinese products??
  • England: at least you're not an EYEBROW!! WHAT DO I EVEN BLOODY DO- wait... is it fucking complaining???
  • Germany: wait, does England's eyebrows complaining makes me lose health???
  • Japan: what an amazing ability. Meanwhile, I'm just here making people slower because I'm that dense of a harem protagonist.
  • Russia: I want to run America over with my unicycle but I can't. Estonia, hack.
  • Italy: ooh, I want to use my ultimate ability now!
  • Canada: wait, Italy-
  • Italy: Let's go~ ...I DIED???
  • Germany: *slams head on keyboard* you surrendered.
  • Italy: oh. Ca... Canada, America, why???
Patater Week - Day 7

Feb. 12- Adopting a Pet Together (Bonus points for including Kit!) - 1.5K

Kimmy’s sitting outside the pet shop, fenced in with two other volunteers and about fifteen puppies when the 6’4 guy with the Falconer’ cap comes up to her.

“Puppy for sale?” he asks, his accent thick. European, Kimmy guesses, but she’s pretty bad at pinpointing these kinds of things. He’s pointing at the wriggling ball of fur in her lap, gnawing at a plastic bone.  

“Adoption,” Kimmy says, then cradles the puppy as she stands. “Would you like to hold him?”

“Can I?” the man asks, sounding pleasantly surprised as he sets down his groceries.

“Sure,” Kimmy says. This particular puppy hasn’t really been catching the attention of families throughout the day. He’s a little plain, Kimmy supposes, and shy around strangers. “Just kind of hold him with two hands—there you go.”

The man is astonishingly gentle when she transfers the puppy to him, and the dog looks comically small in his hands. The man’s eyes are twinkling, and he holds the dog close to his chest, kissing it on the head very lightly as he murmurs in Russian.

“His name’s Kenny,” Kimmy says. “We found him in a box downtown, along with a couple others. They’ve all had their shots, gotten fixed, microchipped, it’s all included in the adoption fees.”

“His name Kenny?” the man grins, like there’s a joke behind that. 

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So being the Food Network addict that I am, I occasionally find myself watching Trisha Yearwood. And right now, the episode I’m watching features her going and getting a skating lesson from the Hockey Team.

So obviously, my brain goes “ZIMBITS AU”, which is only further resolved after Trisha says the following things:

- As you can imagine, growing up in Georgia, I didn’t skate a lot

- (to her friend who’s doing this misadventure with her) I think, as long as we look cute, it doesn’t really matter how good we are

So Bitty has a Food Network show with a vague “southern cooking in new england” theme, and the producers really like to play up the Georgian Fish out of Water angle with the not-actually-cooking segments of the show. So Bitty’s scheduled to do a private skating lesson with Marty and Tater, because the combo of warm and friendly but understated mentor Marty and loud gregarious and enthusiastic rookie (to the NHL - he has a few years in the Russian pros under his belt) Tater will make great television.

So Bitty is making both of them their own thank-you food. Bitty has fun experimenting with Russian pastries for Tater, and of course finds a way to incorporate maple into his apple pie for Marty.

The producers are expecting a lot of hilarious and endeering wobbling on the ice. And they get a lot of great footage of Bitty reacting to wearing hockey gear for the first time “I look like a big blue marshmallow, y'all”, but nobody remembers until Bitty’s on the ice that he was a Junior Regionals Figure Skating Champion.

He glides effortlessly onto the ice, has some fun learning how to handle a hockey stick (cue some ridiculous and just the right amount of off color for basic cable jokes about stick handling)

And of course, Jack Zimmermann, who works harder than god but kind of sucks at acting like a human being in front of cameras, is at the rink to get in some extra practice, and Tater is like “Zimboni! You come and race the tiny baker man!”

And Marty winks at Bitty, who gets the message and starts wobbling and skating like he’s never seen ice in his LIFE, and Jack looks warily at the cameras, but George has been on him to do more public relations stuff and he may as well make a “race” against this tv person part of his warmup.

And Bitty’s all “now, I ain’t no professional skater, Mr. Zimmermann, so you’d better go easy on me!” And then proceeds to SMOKE Jack the second Marty calls GO.

Marty and Tater are doubled over laughing, and the camera guy is circling Jack to get all angles of his utterly dumbfounded expression.

Bitty’s smirking, with his hands on his hips, then says, “do y'all think I could pull off a salchow in all this gear?” And proceeds to pull off a jump in hockey skates and all the gear. Tater, of course insists that Bitty teach him and the footage they get from it is pure gold.

So anyway. After they get off the ice, Bitty cuts up his maple apple pie and Jack decides he might actually be in love.

What if since meeting your soulmate is the best thing to happen to you, they get teleported to the site of the worst thing that’s happened to you?

or: my take on this AU by @shitty-check-please-aus


Jack skates through the crowd of his teammates who are currently mobbing the small blonde freshman who brought pie of all things into his practice.  He’s kind of intending to ask the kid what the hell he thinks he’s doing feeding these guys before they have to go run drills, anyway.  Like seriously, does he want a rink full of projectile-vomiting jocks?  Cuz that’s an ugly scene that he does not want to explain to the ice crew.  But he’s the captain, and so when guys on his team act like morons, Jack is always the one who has to go apologize on behalf of the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team.

He’s more than ready to lay into the new guy, but when the crowd parts, and new guy looks up, he smiles this nervous little smile and says,

“Hi!  I’m Eric -” and then everything goes black.  


Coach Bittle got into the habit of always checking the janitor’s closet on his way out of the building every night.  After what happened to Junior, he ended up just sort of gravitating there.  The first time he’d had the urge to check inside, he’d ignored it and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, imagining a tiny freshman, plopped on a bucket and crying their eyes out.  When the custodian showed up at 5, Coach was already waiting in his truck with a cup of coffee.  Now he just gives in.  Figures that as far as compulsive, guilty urges go, it’s not that bad.  Only takes him another minute out of his way, and now he goes home and sleeps like a baby.

Luckily, depite making it part of his nightly routine for the past few years, nobody’s actually been locked in there.  Well.  Locked in.  There were certainly a few encounters he interrupted.  Those times he was delayed more than a minute having to make uncomfortable phone calls to parents.  

The first and only time that Coach Bittle rescues someone from the janitor’s closet is actually not even during the school year, and he isn’t actually checking for anyone.  He’d just come in to do some paperwork for preseason and spilled coffee on his desk, and when he goes to get the actually absorbent paper towels from the closet, he finds a very large, very confused man in full hockey gear.

“AHHHH!” They both scream and jolt back, Coach stumbling and catching himself on the drinking foundtain, the large hockey man, being not so lucky and still wearing skates, sits in a mop bucket.  His only solace seems to be that it’s currently empty.

“What in the sam hell!?” Coach yells, regaining his footing.  Hockey man flinches and his eyes dart around like a cornered racoon.

“Where am I?” he chokes out.  “What’s - what’s going on?”  He looks up and meets Coach’s eyes.  Coach looks down at hockey man’s jersey.  Samwell Men’s Hockey.  And he is not a stupid man by any stretch of the imagination, so it takes only a few stunned seconds to realize that this must me Junior’s soulmate.  Why else would one of his teammates have been catapulted down to Georgia?

“You’re in Madison, Georgia, son.  Looks like you just met your soulmate.”

“My - but I - I was at practice?”  Hockey man looks up at him, and from way down there, looking so goddamn confused, he finally looks young enough to be playing with Dicky’s team.

“And now you’re here.  So what does that tell you?”  Coach raises an eyebrow.

“That…I…met my soulmate?”

“Sounds about right.  Also sounds like you probably need to be getting on your way back, don’t it?”

“Um, yes.  That would be.  I should.  Um.  Go.”

“Might want to start with taking off the skates first.”

“Oh, I.  Yes.”  Hockey man awkwardly lifts his legs one by one and scrunches up to untie his laces.  Coach helps him pull the skates off, and then offers a hand up out of the bucket.

“Thank you, sir.”

“No trouble.”

“Jack Zimmermann,” he introduces himself and holds his hand out to shake.  “Nice to meet you.”

“Eric Bittle Senior,” Coach tells him, trying not to feel a little pleased when the boy’s face goes pale in recognition.  “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back where y’all belong.”

“But I - That’s Massachusetts.”

“I know what I said.  Hussle, you’ve got another practice tomorrow mornin’ I bet.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then we oughtta hope traffic’s on our side.”


Meanwhile, Bob Zimmermann nearly cuts his ear off shaving when he hears a loud thump followed by a sqeuak behind him.  He turns to find a strange young man in a Samwell Men’s Hockey jersey sprawled across his bathroom floor, clutching a pecan pie to his chest.

“Chrisse!” He yells, razor clattering to the sink.  He manages to catch his towel before it falls, luckily, but his yelling seems to have startled the poor kid even more.  He’s shaking a little as he sets the pie down gently and sits up. The blades of his skates clink against the tile.

“I - Um - Oh dear, I am so sorry!  I don’t - I don’t know what happened!  I was at practice and then - I mean - I’ll just be going.”

“Non!”  Bob rushes to assure the boy it’s fine, but when he steps forward, it startles him all over again.  Clearing his throat, Bob steps back and switches to English.  “I mean, there’s no need to apologize.  I know why you’re here, I just - wasn’t expecting you at this particular moment.”

“You…were expecting me?”

“Well…not you exactly, but…the…concept? of you?  Jack’s soulmate.  We - His mother and I, we knew when he met them, they would show up here.”

“Oh…I…guess that makes sense?”

“I’m sorry we had to meet like this.  I feel terribly underdressed.”  The boy stares at him blankly until Bob cracks a smile.  Then, he breaks out into loud pleals of laughter.  His eyes are a warm brown and crinkle at the corners, his nose scrunches.  He looks like such a happy person.  Maybe happy enough that some of it will rub off on Jack.

Hockey boy stands up and shakes the hand that isn’t holding Bob’s towel up.  “Eric Bittle, pleasure to meet you.”

“Bob Zimmermann, nice to meet you too.”  Another good (although strange, very strange) sign: there isn’t a trace of recognition in the boy’s face at hearing the name “Bob Zimmermann”.  Of course Jack’s soulmate would be the only hockey player alive who had no clue who the fuck his father is.  

Eric hobbles out of the bathroom and sits against the wall in the hallway to take his skates off before making his way downstairs to the kitchen where Bob had said his wife Alicia was probably hanging out.  Sure enough, when he found the (gorgeous.  stunning.  drool-worthy.) kitchen, there was a  tall, blonde woman sitting cross-legged on one of the barstools, a cup of coffee in one hand and the other propping open a book.

“Hello,” he announces himself quietly.  She’s still startled, though not nearly as much as her husband had been.  When she turns and gets a look at him, she puts the coffee down and lets the pages of the book flop freely, unfolding herself from the seat.

“Hello.  You must be…”

“Eric.  Eric Bittle.”

“Right.  And -”

“Jack’s soulmate.  Yes ma’am, it would seem so.”  He smiles timidly, and is most definitely not expecting to be enveloped in a hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Mrs. Zimmermann.”

“Well,” Alicia steps back and puts her hands on her hips, regarding Eric with a motherly smile.  “Can I get you a cup of coffee while we wait for Bob?”


Jack and Coach switch drivers every state.  Coach insists that each time, they take a photo in front of the Welcome sign.  Jack snaps a few pictures on his phone when he’s in the passenger seat.  When it’s his turn to drive, he tries to educate Coach on the finer points of hockey and the top NCAA teams, and Coach in turn tries to explain how the hell football works.


The Zimmermanns put Eric on a plane back to Massachusetts that night with his hockey gear stuffed in a duffel and wearing the least obviously early 2000s clothes they could find in Jack’s old dresser.  

“We wish we could go with you,” Alicia tells him, seeming genuinely sad to be sending him off alone.

“But Jack probably wouldn’t appreciate…intruding.  He likes to keep his life at school seperate from his life back home, you know?”  

“Of course, don’t worry a bit.  It was so nice meeting y’all.”


When the airport shuttle leaves Eric in front of his dorm, he’s exhausted from the trip and starting to stress out about seeing Jack.  His soulmate.  Who he’d barely seen in the first place, only a quick impression of tall and eyes before he’d been wormholed to Montreal.  He thinks he has to be seeing things when he first catches sight of his father’s old blue truck pulled up against the curb.  

He shakes himself and starts for the building, but from behind him, Coach’s voice calls,

“Dicky!  Er- Eric!”  Eric’s head spins a little with how fast he turns around.  Because there’s no way.  His dad hadn’t been able to get away from preseason long enough to drive Eric up to school in the first place.  There’s no way he’s - But the there’s Jack, sliding out of the passenger seat.  Because Coach had driven him.  All the way from Georgia.  Because he’s Eric’s soulmate.  Coach is hand-delivering the love of Eric’s life and he just…cannot with this day anymore.

So he focuses on the one tiny part that he can wrap his travel-weary brain around.  He walks up to Jack, who’s watching him raptly, eyes darting everywhere like he’s trying to make sure he memorizes everything before he disappears again, and says,

“I don’t think we managed to introduce ourselves properly last time.”

Jack laughs.

William Nylander #3

PART TWO

Anonymous: can you write another william nylander imagine?

A/N: So this has been in my drafts for a while, and just recently these past couple days I’ve got so much motivation to keep writing this little story. So it will have several parts, and I hope you all enjoy :)

Word Count: 2,963

Originally posted by leafbabies

“It’s not fair,” you heard a voice say, “are we just supposed to ignore the fact the owners daughter is smoking hot?” With that you stopped dead in your tracks, leaning against the wall just before the dressing rooms, and decided to listen in on whatever conversation you were the topic of. 

“She’s obviously off limits, Willy,” you could recognize Naz’s voice. 

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Auston Matthews #17

Requested by  siriuslynore:  Hi! I was wondering if you could do Auston Matthews imagine about being in a relationship with him and it’s based on the song Miles Away by Memphis May Fire? Thank you !:)

*Hiiii!! Thank you so much and I hope you like this one. My sister was once obsessed with Kellin and OMG is Copeland a cutie or not? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one! :)*

Word count: 787

Originally posted by willynylanders

Sitting on his now-too small childhood bed, you watched Auston zip the last of his bags. Moving your eyes, you counted the hockey gear luggage and other packed suitcases scattered on the floor – all ready for his big move to Toronto. He won’t be leaving until the end of the week but you can already feel the sadness slowly starting to envelop you.

As he dropped the duffel bag, he sat beside you on the bed and sighed, “that’s it.”

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Player: Alex Nylander – Buffalo Sabres

Prompt:

Mentions: William Nylander

Warnings: Angst & Swear Words 

Preview:. Can I kiss you right now?” you asked, you were drunk, not rude.

Characters:. 1314 words.

 The masterlist is here. 

Originally posted by nhlinfluenced

You were six shots in, and you were definitely feeling it. It was your eighteenth birthday and the Nylanders had taken you out to celebrate. You and Alex were best friends basically since birth. You had always been inseparable. Sitting at the bar, you were giggling uncontrollably and Alex was chuckling at your drunken stupor. You look at him, his head thrown back mid laugh with the biggest smile.  That smile, it could light up any room no matter how dark. Your drunken self had the courage to do something that sober you would never. You hopped off your stool and stood closer to Alex.

“Can I kiss you right now?” you asked, you were drunk, not rude.

He looked at you wide-eyed but before he could respond you placed your lips on his. Maybe drunk you was a little rude. You became nervous and went to pull away but Alex’s arm snaked around you and pulled you closer. His movement became to match yours and you both sat there for a moment inhaling one another.

When you did finally pull away, you giggled when you saw the huge smile on Alex’s face.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” He stated.

 

You woke up to a familiar scent, Camilla’s Sunday morning waffles. You rubbed your face, hoping the pounding among your head would fade. You sat up in bed you knew all too well. You looked around at the familiar posters and the hockey gear sprawled across the room. You tried to recall the events of the night before. The last thing you remembered was dancing with William when you had gotten there, after your third shot. You didn’t want to know how many more you had after that.

Alex walked into the room with a glass of water and an aspirin.

You wrapped yourself in his comforter as he chuckled.

“Gosh, I feel so terrible.” You stated as you took the aspirin he offered and chugged down half of the water.

“I don’t feel much better” he chuckled.

“Good, this is all your fault! I feel sick even thinking about it.”

Alex’s face fell. “Which…Which part?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh, all of it? Let’s just pretend it never happened.”

He nodded quickly. “Yeah let’s do that. Better get down stairs.”

You both stood up. You were in a large t-shirt and a pair of sweats. You walked downstairs with Alex. He was suddenly a bit off but you figured he was battling the same headache you were.

You sat down in your normal seat and tried to eat breakfast.

“Is that my shirt?” you heard Will question.

“She wasn’t puking on any of my things.” Alex chirped.

You hit Alex’s arm. “You are such a man-child you know.”

You all continued to eat breakfast. Making small talk, the boys throwing in comments to tease you here and there.

“Are you all packed Alex?” Camilla asked suddenly.

It then clicked. Tomorrow morning, you would be off to school in Toronto and Alex would be off to New York for the new season. The summer had come to an end and you and your best friend would be separated for one of the longest periods you had ever faced. Sadness seeped over you, Alex seemed to sense this and hugged you from the side.

And just like that, you were separated.

A Year Later…

You stepped away from the gate searching the crowd for the blonde mop of hair that was your best friend. Instead, you were matched with a sign that said “Y/N Y/L/N.”

You walked up to the unknown man. “That’s me.”

He simply nodded and led you to a town car. He placed your bags in the trunk as you sat down in the car.

The drive was quiet and the disappointment seemed to overcome you. You wiped away a few stray tears. This visit was already off to a bad start. You had decided to come and spend the time right before you had to go back to school in New York with Alex, or apparently the driver of your town car. He had gone back to Sweden for the entire summer and you hadn’t seen him. You both kept in touch but your best friend was growing distant you didn’t know why.

You reached Alex’s apartment and you grabbed your bags walking towards the elevator. You reached his door, you knocked but there was no answer.

You took out your phone to call him but were met with a text from him.

Alex: The door is open, go inside and get ready. There is a party tonight. The car will take you.

You sighed and shook your head. You entered his apartment. It was a mess. You placed your bags in one of the rooms. You started going through your things looking for something to wear. Your disappointment was bubbling into anger. But you couldn’t deny that you still just wanted to see your best friend. If a party meant you could do that then it was a party you were going to.

You reached the party but you were wrong. He didn’t come down, he didn’t answer your calls or texts. The man at the door let you in after you gave him your name. You stood around out of place for what seemed like forever. Finally, Alex approached you and gave you a hug, splashing beer against your back.

“Sorry the boys had this planned for weeks, it won’t be long.” Alex tried.

But before you could respond, one of the boys had grabbed Alex’s arm. “Hey, the girls from the ice team are here.”

He looked towards you. “Go on, Alex.”

You watched as he walked away with his teammate. You didn’t know who Alex was anymore. You could feel the tears coming and you didn’t want to be a crying mess in a room full of hockey players and beautiful women. You turned on your heels and left the club. You began walking down the sidewalk using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears and smudged makeup.

“Y/N! Wait. Where are you going?”

“Back Home. This is too crazy for me. I obviously came in the middle of something here.” You answered without turning around.

“Everything is fine. The boys just wanted to get pumped for the new season is all.”

You finally turned to face him. “I’m so glad you’re fine Alex because I’m not!

“What are you talking about?”

“Why did you even invite me out here Alex?” You shouted.

“For goodness sake Y/N, you’re my best friend. I wanted to see you!”

“Am I though? You hardly even talk to me anymore! You couldn’t even be bothered to pick me up today!

“I was busy!”

“Well, maybe you are too busy for me anymore.”

You turned back around heading back to the apartment but Alex grabbed your wrist.

“It was hard after you didn’t come or even reply.”

You looked dumbfounded. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“The letter.”

“What letter?”

“The letter Will gave you.”

“Will never gave me a letter.”

“Wait what?”

“Will never gave me a letter Alex, but that doesn’t excuse how you’ve treated me the last year, I don’t know if that’s something we can come back from.”

You pulled your hand from Alex and kept walking, leaving him confused in the street.

Auston Matthews - One Big Happy Family

“Hiii! Could you please do an Auston Matthews pregnancy imagine. Thaaaank you” - @jessicaa1994

Okay I got really into this and I hope you like it!

Word count: 1342
Warnings: none.
it’s basically all fluff.

_X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_

Being in a doctor’s office always made you nervous. Your period was very irregular and you wanted to see what you could do about it. The last thing you expected to hear was that you are already three months pregnant. It wasn’t unusual for you to go a couple months without your period so you didn’t think anything of it.
“We’re going to transfer you to a different room so we can do an ultrasound.” The doctor said.
“Can I call my boyfriend first? I think he should be here for this.” You say, still shocked at the events that have unfolded within this doctor’s visit.
The phone rang twice before he answered.
“Hey, babe. How did the check-up go?”
“Uhm, you need to come to the hospital. There’s news you need to be here for.”
“I’m on my way.”

He was there within 5 minutes. You were barely getting set up in your new room when he appeared in the doorway. The floor specialty and the equipment in the room was a dead giveaway of what the news could be.
“Hey,” he said, out of breath.
“Hey,” you smiled at him. He stood beside your bed and gave you a kiss.

Once the image of the baby appeared on the screen, Auston began to cry.
“We’re really having a baby.” He said, wiping away his tears. He was holding your hand and squeezing it.
The doctor left you two to talk.
“I had no idea or I would’ve taken a test sooner.” You tell him.
“It doesn’t even matter. I’m just so happy that it’s happening.” He smiled down at you.

You two had never actually talked about kids or having a family yet. There was always small talk about a house and marriage but, kids were never a highlight of any discussion. Back at his apartment, while cuddling with him on the couch, you began to wonder how much this was going to change everything.
“Do you want a boy or a girl?” You asked Auston. He looked concentrated on coming up with an answer. Then he began to rub your belly.
“I think I want a little girl. I loved having little sisters. I think I’d do pretty good having a baby girl.” He finally answered.

The day of her birth came and it was all sorts of hectic. Auston had a home game when your water broke at your apartment. Auston’s parents had been staying with you all week in anticipation of your baby’s arrival. His dad was at the game so they could easily be in contact with Auston as his mom took you to the hospital.
“Breathe, honey.” Ema told you, while trying to breathe at a pace you could keep up with.
You were being wheelchaired into the hospital that you were set up to deliver at. It was only a few blocks from the ACC.
“Where’s Auston?” You asked as you were given a room and they were setting you up for delivery.
“Brian and Auston are on their way.” Ema reassured you.
The doctor and nurses were encouraging you to push but you didn’t, you couldn’t, do it without Auston by your side. You began crying out of frustration.
“Ema, please wait in the hallway until Auston gets here. I need him here as soon as possible.” You cried out.
Ema was quick to leave the room while nurses continued to encourage you to push.
It felt like an eternity but you finally heard running down the hallways and Auston burst into the room still in most of his gear. It was like a weight lifted off your shoulders as soon as he entered the room.
“You got this babe.” Auston said, by your side, holding your hand and occasionally giving you kisses on the head for encouragement. Auston was all the encouragement you needed to make it through the rest of the labor.
Your daughter was born healthy and already with a head full of hair. You were the first to hold her and the nurses were quick to give Auston a robe and gloves to hold the baby. Since it wasn’t ideal that he was still in hockey gear covered in sweat.
Your little family was given an hour of alone time and it felt like a lifetime. Everything changed so fast. During your skin-to-skin session with your daughter, Auston got washed up and changed so he could hold her properly.
“She’s so tiny.” He said in awe. You couldn’t stop smiling at both of them.
“Do you want to hold her?” You asked him. His eyes filled with fear.
“How do I do it?” He asked. You scooted over on your bed so he could prop himself beside you. You gently handed her off to Auston.
“Hi, little baby. I’m your daddy.” He told her. She was squirming a little but her eyes were closed.
“I can’t believe we made a baby.” He said, resting his head on yours.
“I can’t believe we are parents.” You whispered. His eyes got wide again.
“I’m a Dad.” He whispered.
“You’re a daddy.” You chuckled.

Hours had past and family had come and gone. You were both getting more comfortable with holding your newborn as well as letting others. Finally, Willy and Mitch came to visit. They were the two teammates you wanted to see the most.
“we got a new little player?” Willy asked.
“She might need to learn to walk first before we put her out on the ice.” You laughed.
“Thank goodness she looks like you (y/n).” Mitch chimed in. Auston gave him a glare but then shrugged in agreement.
“Can I hold her?” Mitch asked sheepishly, “I know how to hold babies real well!”
You handed her off to him and he was so carefully rocking her back and forth.
“What’s her name?” Willy asked. You and Auston looked at each other, then, in unison, “Nylah Michelle Matthews.”
“Is that, is that after us?” Mitch pieced together. You nodded. Willy did a victory dance.
“This is the coolest thing ever!” Willy squealed. They both took turned being in awe over her.
“Hey, babe.” Auston scooted himself close to you in the bed.
“Mhm?” You asked.
“Since the baby is finally in someone else’s hands,” he said, grabbing your hands in his, “and since everything is absolutely perfect.” He paused and took a second to look deep into your eyes while stroking your face.
“Would you do me the honor, of sharing the same last name as me and Nylah?” He pulled a ring out of his pocket and held it in front of you. You thought you were all out of emotions for the day but you could feel tears starting to form. You couldn’t speak, just nod your head endlessly while he placed the ring on your finger. He smiled and a tears fell from his face as he kissed you. Little did both of you know that Willy took this intimate moment as an opportunity to take a selfie of all 5 of you in the room. Mitch was holding the baby with a big grin on his face, you and Auston were in the back kissing with your engagement ring fully visible, and Willy just looked like he won the lotto with how big of a smile he had.
“CONGRATULATIONS! And can I pleeaaaseee post this big happy family photo??” Willy begged.
You rolled your eyes and laughed, “go for it. Now people will stop bugging Auston about the status of his relationship with me.”
“Seriously, you guys gave her the best name ever.” Mitch said while still gently rocking her back and forth.
“Named her after our two favorite girls.” Auston chirped.
Everyone rolled their eyes. Mitch passed your daughter back to you and the boys eventually left.
“How does day one as the Matthews family feel?” Auston asked you, stroking your hair as you were resting with Nylah in your arms.
“It’s the best feeling in the world.” You smiled.

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Shipped- Tyler Seguin

Originally posted by brosillustrated

Ok so I’m old. We’ve established that. So I don’t know what a social media person is, but I know what a YouTuber is so I hope it’s similar anon? If this isn’t what you want, please let me know! Enjoy guys!

Warning: Tyler Seguin is a warning ok?

Anon Request: If it’s not too much to ask, can i request an imagine where she’s a famous social media person and she posts a pic of her and tyler seguin together. It’s cute and all and fans are all “omg i ship you guys!!” Hahaha hope that made sense??? Thank you!! :)

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Player: Morgan Rielly – Toronto Maple Leafs

 Prompt:  You and Morgan are expecting your first child, you had hoped that the baby would wait till after the playoffs to arrive, but the little one had other plans.

 Mentions: Maple Leafs Roster mentioned slightly.  

 Warnings: Slight Cussing.

 Preview: The pregnancy had been going smoothly. You were 35 weeks and the Leafs were in midst of their playoff run. You were currently dedicating your time convincing the little Beaut to stay safe and sound in your belly.

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The Masterlist is right here.

Originally posted by icehockeynation

You and Morgan had been married only a little over a year when you found out you were expecting your first child. Morgan was beyond excited. He went out and basically bought out every baby store in Toronto. The rest of the team were no different. The little one was being spoiled before they were even born. The boys were beyond excited that their team “Mom & Dad” were now going to be real parents.

You and Morgan had decided not to find out the sex, Mo was fond of it being a surprise. You resorted to calling the baby little Beaut. Kannon had other ideas and called the baby big bird. You were hoping you would not be pushing out an eight-foot yellow bird in just a few weeks.

The pregnancy had been going smoothly. You were 35 weeks and the Leafs were in midst of their playoff run. You were currently dedicating your time convincing the little Beaut to stay safe and sound in your belly. You were standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth when Morgan walked in from morning practice.

“Hey Mama, You okay? You were up and down all night.” He asked wrapping his arms around your protruding belly.

“Just couldn’t get comfortable last night” you smiled trying to pass it off as simply just that, it wasn’t a complete lie. What you left out is that it was all the cramping that was making you uncomfortable. You called your doctor once Morgan had left for practice and he said you should be fine as long as your water didn’t break or the contractions weren’t too close.

“Are you joining me for my pregame nap?” Mo asked, bringing you from your thoughts.

“Ill lay down with you, but if I can’t get comfortable I will go downstairs. I don’t want to keep you up.” You walked over to the bed and laid down with him. He quickly fell asleep. But the cramps kept coming, now a bit closer.

You quickly got up praying not to wake up Mo. He was still out when you reached the door. You smiled at him sleeping so peacefully.

You went downstairs and into the kitchen. You hoped eating something would help settle the little one in your belly. You began making a sandwich, talking to your belly.

“Listen here, little Beaut. I can’t wait to meet you but Daddy has a very important game. So that means you need to keep your little butt in there.”

You felt a kick as if the baby was answering in rebellion.

 “Don’t you sass me.” You heard a laugh and turned to see Mo walking down the stairs in his suit.

“Little Beaut being sassy are they?” he asked placing a kiss on your forehead.

“We are going to have our handful aren’t we?”

 “Between the little Beaut and the rookies? For sure.” You laughed at his answer.

 “Lucy is going to pick you up?” he asked

 “Yep, I will see you at the game Captain” You smiled

 As you heard the door close, the cramps continued.

 “Why won’t you listen!” You threw your hands up as you walked up the stairs to get ready. This baby was leaning towards being more and more like the rookies. You were going to the game and this baby was staying in your stomach.

 You had just slipped into one of Morgan’s old practice jerseys. It was one of the only things that felt these days.

 You had just finished getting ready, between more and more cramps, as Lucy pulled up. You walked down the driveway and by the time you pulled yourself into her car, you were out of breath.

 “Are you alright Mama Rielly?” she immediately asked obviously concerned.

 “I am fine, just some cramps, it’s nothing.” You answered through your breathing.

 “I am pretty sure they are called contractions when you are pregnant Hun and that we should be going to a hospital, not a hockey game.” She answered refusing to pull out of the driveway.

 “Lucy. The doctor said I was fine as long as my water doesn’t break and that the cramps… contractions are not close enough. We are going to the game, I am going to watch my husband win, and this baby is staying in my stomach.” You said quite blatantly, trying to convince yourself more than Lucy.

 “Let’s go to a hockey game then,” Lucy replied pulling from the driveway.

 Lucy helped you up to the family suite where the attention was quickly turned to you. The girls flocking to you all rubbing your stomach and making sure you were okay. All you wanted to do was sit down.

 You finally found your seat and were trying to get through that pointless breathing they taught you at Lamaze class when you were approached by Kannon. He came up and put his ear to your belly.

 “How is Big Bwird?” he asked as he rubbed your belly with your hand.

 You couldn’t help but smile. “Big Bird is not listening to their mommy.”

 “That’s not good when I no listen I get timeout.” Kannon looked back down at your belly. “You no like timeout big bwird, no fun.”

You giggled. “Come on Kannon, Let’s let Auntie Y/N watch the game.” Molly smiled at you as she took Kannon to their seats.

 Lucy sat down next to you, “How far apart are they now?”

 “A few minutes maybe?” you answered as you tried to breathe through another contraction.

 “Y/N we should really go to the hospital.”

 “I can make it, Luc.” You tried to convince her as you turned to watch the game.

 You had made it hallway through the game. It was the middle of the second period, the score was tied. That was until Morgan scored a breakaway goal and you all stood up to cheer.

 Your smile dropped as you felt the liquid drip down your legs. Your shock was quickly over thrown by a contraction. This one was the worst one you had experienced.

“Fuck.” You almost yelled as you gasped for air.  All eyes were suddenly on you.

“Yep, it’s time to go.” Lucy grabbed your hand and lead you towards the door. Steph was following you but was headed towards downstairs.

 You looked back at her and everyone else. “No one tells him! Not until the game is over!” you demanded.

 The girls looked at you. “But Y/N…”

 Promise me you won’t, or I will stay until the game is over.” You stared them all down and they knew you were serious.

 You looked at Lucy. “Now let’s go have a baby.”

You reached the hospital and the contractions had calmed down and you were settled into the room. Morgan’s Mom had gone to the house to pick up your hospital bag and a change of clothes for Morgan since you all knew he would rush straight here. Lucy was feeding you ice chips as the three of you were watching the rest of the Leafs game. You prayed it didn’t go into overtime.

 The game ended and the Leafs had won. All the guys were on the ice celebrating winning. That’s when they all turned and looked confused at both Steph and Sydney running out on the ice. They both almost tackled Morgan. You suddenly watched Morgan race towards the locker room as all the guys were behind him.

 You shook your head. Not 15 minutes had passed before the door to your room swung open. There stood Morgan, still have dressed in his hockey gear.

 He rushed to your side. “Y/N! Are you okay? Why didn’t you come get me?”

 “I’m fine, it was a big game. You didn’t need to sit here with me, I’m not that far into labor.”

 “But what if you were? I would never miss this. You and this baby come before hockey any day of the week. How long have you been feeling contractions?”

 “Since last night maybe?” You shrugged trying to look innocent.

 “Y/N!”

 “Okay maybe I should have told you, but everything worked out. So let’s just focus on now meeting the little Beaut. Plus, I’m about to push your child out, I get a free pass” You smiled.

 He chuckled placing a kiss to your temple.

 “Now go change, you stink.” You giggled.

 He rolled his eyes and took his clothes from his mother.

A few hours and quite a few curse words later, you were lying in bed next to Mo holding your baby girl.

“She really is a Beaut,” Morgan whispered in your ear, stroking the newborn’s cheek.

 “What should we name her?” you asked looking up at your husband.

 “Charlotte, we can call her Charlie.” He smiled not taking his eyes off of her.

 “I love it, Charlotte Grace Rielly.”

 Morgan took his eyes off of her for a second, “We are parents.”

 “We are, should we introduce her to the rest of her siblings?”

 He laughed as he got up, taking one more look at his little family before he went into the waiting room.

 Soon your room was filled with the entire Toronto roster. All of them swooning over the little baby in your arms.

 And your family was complete.

Engagement- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by bennonmymind

Ok this one is kinda long (sorry?)! I really like this prompt. I know I say this every time but you all are giving me really good prompts so can you blame me??? This is the last Andre requested so far, but keep on the lookout for other players! As always, enjoy! And anon I changed the prompt a little, I hope you don’t mind!

Warning: alcohol, mention of balls

Anon request: if youre not bored of writing andre, i’d love to make a request! though if you are i totally understand and its okay if you decide not to do it! i was thinking one where andre and his gf have been together for like 6 years or so and everyone on the team adores her bc shes just like the sweetest person ever and they love them together and theyre super cute and so andre finally proposes and everyone is so so excited for them that they throw a surprise engagement party for them on a day off :)

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Player: Jordie Benn – Montreal Canadiens

Prompt: You are keeping the fact that you had a baby with Jordie, what happens when he finds outs

Mentions: Jamie Benn

Warnings: Cuss Words. 

Preview: “You used to love hockey! You could use a break!” “I used to love a man who played hockey, there is a difference.” You responded. “We will sit in the noise bleeds. No one will see us!” she pleaded.

Characters: 2212 words.

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Originally posted by brosillustrated

You sat at the dining room table, staring at the work you had spread across the table. You were brought from your thoughts by a soft cry. You quickly got up from your seat and walked over to the crib set up in the living room. You picked up your daughter, swaying back and forth, trying to get her to go back to sleep.

“How did I get here?” You thought to yourself. Here you were 25 years old and a single mother. You hadn’t exactly told Jordie about Emory.

Your life fell into shambles when Jordie got traded to Montreal. He came home from practice steaming. The night was filled him angrily packing and you begging him to let you come with him. He refused and he left you and his life in Dallas behind.

A few weeks later, you found out you were pregnant. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. He didn’t want any reminders of Dallas. It’s not like you two were trying. The baby would just be one more thing he left behind.

So here you were now, living alone and taking care of your one-year-old. The team tried to keep in contact with you, but you couldn’t risk any of them finding out and spilling the beans to Jordie. You had built a life for yourself and your daughter and you didn’t want to do anything that would even come close to ruining it. You never wanted your child to feel the heartbreak you did.

You did stay in touch with Katie, mostly against your will. You begged and pleaded with her to not tell Jamie. You knew he would run and tell Jordie the first chance he got. Eventually, she agreed, and she would visit when she could. You were happy she stayed in contact. You hadn’t really had many friends in Dallas and when you took the hockey players out of the equation, it was almost zero. She really did help when you were pregnant.

Your pregnancy was rocky. There were constant moments when all you wanted to do was call Jordie. But the voice in the back of your mind didn’t let you forget that Jordie didn’t want you to come, meaning he didn’t want you.

 But you got through it, and you were blessed with your baby girl. You couldn’t have been more in love since the moment she was born. Your heart ached every time, the small gingered hair child flashed the smile identical to the one of the love you lost. But at the same time, you were so happy she looked just like her father, it was like you had your own piece of Jordie.

You continued to rock the small baby in your arms as she fell back asleep. You stroked her hair as there was a soft knock at the door. You kissed her head as you went to open the door.

Katie pranced into your apartment, being quite extra. “How are my two favorite girls?” She asked as she rubbed Emory’s back.

 “What are you up to?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow.

 “I need a favor.” She smiled at you.

 “A favor?” you asked again as you placed Emory in her crib.

 “How do you feel about hockey games?”

 You gave her a look. “Really? What do you think?”

 “I really want you and Emory to come with me to a game, I want to introduce the little bean to hockey, it runs in her blood!”

“Katie, have you lost your mind? I just don’t think it is a good idea.” You answered moving to clean up the table.

“You used to love hockey! You could use a break!”

“I used to love a man who played hockey, there is a difference.” You responded.

We will sit in the noise bleeds. No one will see us!” she pleaded.

You knew she was going to continue until you gave in. If you sat up in the nosebleeds and left before the game was over no one would see you, you thought.

She was still rambling on about why you and Emory should come. 

“Fine. We will go.”

Katie’s face lit up as she wrapped you in a hug. “Promise you will go?”

“I promise.” You chuckled as she wrapped your pinky fingers together.

“I will see you tomorrow then! I will pick you and the little bean at 6!” she smiled as she headed for the door.

“Who are we playing anyway?” you asked with a laugh.

“Montreal”

Your laughter stopped.

It was now 5:45 and you were pacing as you held a gurgling Emory in your arms. You had to admit she was quite a cutie in her hockey gear. Her hair was up in pigtails with little green bows and you had dug out the child size Benn jersey that sat in the back of your closet. You had come across it when you were pregnant and couldn’t help but buy it.

 You matched your daughter in your own victory green jersey and black leggings. Both of you dawning your matching white converse. The knock on the door brought you from your thoughts and you grabbed your purse. You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach or the nervousness running through your veins.

 It only got worse when you reached the AAC. You stood in front of the giant arena gripping onto your daughter. This was once a place you called your second home but now you couldn’t feel more out of place.

 You followed Katie inside as she flashed your tickets. You headed upstairs against Katie’s wishes to upgrade your seats. You sat down allowing Emory to bounce on your lap. You watched as the hockey players flew out onto the ice for warmups. Emory was entranced. She couldn’t take her eyes off the ice, following player to player. You followed your daughters gaze until you saw the player she was currently following. You watched as the player skated up to his brother and hugged him.

 You sighed.

 After a little while, the game started. You relaxed a bit into the second period. It was turning about to be a good game and you would be lying if you said you weren’t having a good time. You mainly were enjoying how happy your daughter was watching the sport. Katie was right, hockey ran in the girl’s blood.

 The second period was almost over when you heard Katie.

 “Shit.” She said quietly sinking in her seat.

 You looked at her quickly. “What?”

You followed her eyes to the jumbotron and there you both were, Emory standing in your lap grasping both your hands as she bounced to the music. You wanted to crawl into a hole right then and there.

 The picture switched to different fans, and Katie turned to you.

“We don’t know that they saw it. They hardly ever watch the jumbotron.” She assured you.

“I hope your right.”

You both sat in uncomfortable silence while the minutes on the clock ran down.

The moment the players were off the ice, Katie’s phone pinged. You looked over at her hoping it was some kind of coincidence.

“We are in trouble.” She simply stated after reading the text message.  

Your heart fell into your stomach. He knew, Jamie Knew. Did he put two and two together? Did Jordie know? All the questions ran through your mind and you went to stand up, running was the only thought now on your mind.

“They want to see us after the game. You can’t run from this.” She pleaded.

“Running is exactly what I am doing.” You stood up repositioning Emory on your hip. You headed for the escalators as Katie followed.

“Just Stop Y/N.” she called after you.

“Stop what Katie? I didn’t want to come to this game because of this exact reason. I tried so hard to protect her from this.”

“Protect her from what Y/N?”

“A father who isn’t in her life! I don’t want her to feel how I feel ever!”

“How would you know! You never told him! You don’t know that Jordie didn’t want her in his life! And now I am in deep shit for keeping this from Jamie. You at least owe it to me, to give it a chance. It’s time to tell them. ”

You sighed the tears brimming your eyes. Emory reached up and sloppily wiped your face, gurgling up at you.

“I guess we are meeting Daddy tonight Ems, My little secret is out of the bag huh?” You kissed her cheek. 

You allowed Katie to take you downstairs. Jamie had given her instructions to wait in a room where the team normally ate. You both sat in silence, you swore you could hear the heart beat in your chest.

Emory was getting antsy. You moved to the floor with her as she tumbled around between your legs. She was currently obsessed with your shoelaces and you stroked her hair as she on pulled them. You heard the game ending and knew it wouldn’t be long now.

The door swung open and your breathing hitched.

You saw the younger Benn brother enter the room.

“Where is she? He quickly asked Katie. She pointed towards where you sat on the floor.

All eyes were suddenly on you. You were not fond of the attention but Emory was beyond excited. She gurgled as the men approached you. Jamie sat down slowly not too far from you.

“Y/N.” he spoke.

“Jamie” you replied not knowing what else to say.

“Is this why you didn’t stay in contact with us?” he asked sadly.

“I couldn’t bring myself to tell any of you. It just hurt too much.” You looked down at your daughter.

 “You didn’t have to go through this alone, Y/N.” He answered.

 You stayed quiet as you watched your daughter tumble over to Jamie. He smiled at her and she became entranced with his shoelaces now instead.

 “She’s my niece isn’t she?” he questioned and you just nodded. 

You fell into silence once again as he played with the little girl.

“Does he know?” you suddenly asked.

“He saw you two on the jumbotron when we did, he put it together.” He answered.

You closed your eyes and stood up. He wasn’t here, so you knew you were right. He wanted nothing to do with you or your daughter.

Jamie must have read your mind. “He’s coming.”

You looked at him just as the door swung open once more.

There stood Jordie, he was obviously distraught. He was hair was still wet and his suit was crooked.

“Y/N. Where is she?” he asked. You were unable to read your demeanor.

You were still in shock when he quickly asked you again.

“Where is my daughter Y/N?”

He followed your eyes to where Jamie was sitting with Emory. Tying and Untying his dress shoes. He went to rush over to her when you suddenly found your nerve and stood in-between them.

“No”


“What do you mean no? I want to see my child.” Jordie demanded.

 You looked at Katie. “Take her please?” you commanded.

Jordie watched as Jamie picked up Emory and followed Katie from the room.

Jordie sat down placing his head in his hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me Y/N?”

“You didn’t want any reminders of Dallas. You made that very clear when you left.”

“But a kid? I would have never left you to go through this alone.”

“Jordie, you did. I begged you to come to Montreal but you refused! I would have followed you anywhere!”

“I didn’t want you to have to leave your life here!”

 “What life here Jordie! My life here was you!”

“What’s her name?”  he asked out of the blue.

You sighed and shook your head. “It’s Emory.”

“Can I meet her; Please Y/N I want to see my daughter.”

“I can’t have you in and out of her life. I won’t let her experience the heartbreak of being left behind by you.”

“I would never! I didn’t want to leave you behind either! I thought I was doing what was best!”

“And how did that turn out?” you questioned angrily throwing your arms up in defeat.

“Please let me fix this, Y/N. I will prove it to you. I will do anything.” he pleaded and you couldn’t say no.

“Fine, you can meet her.”

You both went out and found Jamie and Katie. Her uncle had already spoiled her buying her a stuffed toy from the nearby merchandise stand.

Jordie slowly approached his brother and daughter. He reached out his arms for Emory and she leaned into him. Her curiosity peaked by his beard. She began running her small fingers through it, gurgling at him as if to ask him questions. Jordie let out a soft chuckle as he rubbed her back.

 You leaned against the hallway wall, watching as your daughter played with her father. You finally let the tears fall from your eyes, but this time happy tears.

The Date- Sidney Crosby (Mom and Dad Part Three

Originally posted by sidmalkin

Ok you guys will be happy to know Mom and Dad is going to be a mini series of FIVE parts! Everyone save the hug tackles for the end XD I’m going to work them into the schedule somehow, but I haven’t figured it out yet with respect for everyone’s imagines so bear with me! On to part three! Enjoy!

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Anon Request: Please do a part three to the mom and dad one. It makes me so happy. You’re amazing love!

And: YES! PART THREE TO MOM AND DAD! I WOULD DIE!

And: Would you make another part to mom and dad? maybe like a miniseries? thank you!!

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