#alex holtz imagine

[snorky]

I Won't See You Tonight

Hey y’all! I hope you are doing well and blessed, and I hope this angsty Alex Holtz story is enjoyable to read. My sister recommended the idea of Holtzy as a mechanic and I ran with it. The title is from a song by Avenged Sevenfold, which was lingering around in my head for a long while. Something something along the lines of comfort, angst, and a thing or two about needing to take care of someone. Speaking of which, I hope you all enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Alexander Holtz x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Angst, Self-deprecation (self-bad talk), Comfort, Alcohol Consumption (of legal age), Mild jealousy (let me know if I need to add anything)

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“Crap, crap, crap!”

Her car slowed down to a halt, spitting and sputtering as she pulled over to the side of the long, empty road. Turning off her engine, she clasped her hands at the top of the steering wheel and rested her forehead against it, irked by the fact that she had work within a few hours.

The hot summer sun didn’t seem to help, quickly turning her, apparently now unreliable, car into a miniature oven. It hadn’t had any previous or any notable issues that would hinder the aging process of the car, but apparently something was off.

Stepping out of the car, she checked her surroundings, and sure enough, not a car in sight. She pulled her phone out from her pocket, sighing in relief that she still had data on her phone, and searched up the phone number for the nearest auto shop.

The dial tone could be heard one moment, and the next was a voice, of what she assumed to be, the voice of the front desk worker for the auto shop.

“Hello, welcome to Dave’s Auto, how can we help you today?”

“Yeah, uhm–” She paced around the side of her car nervously for a brief second before continuing. “My car broke down on the side of Earl road. Do you think that you could send out some help by chance?”

He chuckled at her, but in a lighthearted way. “By chance? Ma’am of course we can help you. One of our guys will be there in about five minutes tops.”

She thanked him and hung up the phone, sliding it back into her pocket. Walking around the car, she tried to analyze and see if there was anything visibly wrong with the car from the outside. 

Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t notice anything significant, and so her next thought was to check under the hood of the car. The engine seemed to look normal, and the oil didn’t have any odd coloration.

Everything seemed to be normal, and so she stood near the front of her car, waiting for one of the mechanics to arrive.

After a few minutes, a blueish tow truck with the auto shop’s logo could be seen driving closer to her, and she gave herself a lopsided smile of relief, and yet irritation from her car breaking down.

The truck parked and came to a stop in front of her car, allowing for easy access to actually move the car onto the platform.

“Hey, this your car?”

The man that stepped out the car was decently tall, wearing gray coveralls as his work uniform, and had wavy brown hair. As he stepped closer to her, she noticed his eyes, which seemed to captivate her the most.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” she laughed nervously.

He turned his attention to her after taking a quick look at her car, and smiled warmly. “You don’t gotta say sorry, miss. It’s my job,”

Hooking the car onto the tow truck, he fiddled with a pen and a notepad for a few moments before motioning for her to follow him.

Pausing, she looked at him nervously for a brief moment, and he read her expression before quickly apologizing. “Sorry, I should’ve asked, do you want a ride back to the auto shop or do you have someone picking you up?”

“Oh.” Her face flushed up in embarrassment for assuming that he was being odd, but was just offering a helping hand. “Yes I need a ride, sorry—” She quickly tried to read the name that was embroidered onto his coveralls. “Holtz?”

He opened the door to the passenger side of the truck, allowing her to get in. “Yeah, that’s my last name,” he smiled. “You can call me Alex though, promise.”

She smiled back at him, “Thank you so much for helping me with my car then, Alex”

His face warmed up a little, enjoying how her voice spoke his name so, perfectly. He got into the truck on his side, and they both drove towards the direction of the auto shop.

The drive remained mostly silent, apart from some small talk and the hum of the radio that was on. The view from her window was essentially just an empty road, which was unfortunately her only route to and from the bar she worked at.

“How’s your day been, miss?” His gaze was focused on the road ahead of him, but his mind ran rampant about her.

It was, most definitely, inappropriate to harbor such a childish crush for someone he just met, but he tried his best to ignore his feelings and keep it professional. After all, he didn’t have any high hopes that he’d see her again after this encounter.

“It’s been, well, regular—” she let out a soft laugh, the situation that she ended up in being not-so-regular. It was a sound that he could get accustomed to easily, wanting to hear it on repeat. “Besides my car breaking down three hours before work.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth, feeling sympathy for her situation. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear about that,” he sighed. “I—we can get it done before that I hope, unless you don’t want to go to work?”

His joke made her laugh slightly, causing a small smile to appear on his own face.

She let out a breath and leaned back in the seat. “Ugh, I wish, Alex. But rent isn’t free unfortunately.”

Nodding his head in agreement, he continued to focus on the road. His fingers tapped along to the song on the radio on his steering wheel from the classic rock station. It had always been a favorite station of his, most likely from the fact that it was the only thing ever playing at his work.

Shortly after a few minutes, the truck, along with her car, arrived at the auto shop. Her broken down car was moved into the garage, while she was escorted into the main office area of the shop.

“So that car, the—Nissan Skyline?” The front desk worker looked up at her to confirm that it was in fact, her vehicle, and not the wrong one.

“Yes, that one.” She gave a half-smile, partly in pride of her car that was a little pricey in the market, but took good care of, and partly because now it seemed a little useless.

He scrawled down the name of the car on his notepad, before turning his attention to her again. “And the name or owner?”

She gave him her name, as well as her insurance information and phone number in case they needed to contact her.

Alex walked through the door that connected the office to the garage, a slightly disappointed look on his face. “Just a dead battery that needs replacing, shouldn’t take more than an hour,”

“That’ll do it,” she sighed. Of course, it was some basic issue that she had looked over and failed to maintain, most likely from the fact that she was extremely busy. “How much do you think it’ll be?”

“Three-hundred.”

“Two-fifty.”

Both Alex and the front desk worker glared at each other before he was shooed off back into the garage, leaving just her and the desk worker in the office.

“Three-hundred, and don’t listen to him, it sounds like a good deal but you’re not getting anything from some one-hundred dollar battery for the Skyline. It’s better to invest in a solid battery.”

She nodded suspiciously, disguising it as a nod of understandment, before handing the cash over to the worker, to which he then printed out a receipt for her to keep for records.

Moving over to the chairs in the waiting area of the office, she slumped down into it, letting out a breath of exhaustion. She pulled out her phone and texted her boss saying that she might be late for work, which was followed up by a quick response of something along the lines of take it easy.

For the next half-hour, she flipped mindlessly through the magazines that were on a small table nearby, and eyed the vending machines that had soft-drinks and beverages that seemed so tempting on a hot summer day.

A few more minutes ticked by, and Alex came through the door that connected the garage and the office area.

“You’re all set, miss.” He beamed proudly, having stuck with his word and kept the work-time lower than an hour. “Follow me,” he waved.

She followed him through the door, entering the garage that smelled like gasoline and car oil. Spotting her car, she walked over to it, talking a quick walk around to inspect his work.

“Yeah, so I just replaced the car engine—I mean, sorry.” He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck as he laughed, his error causing her to have a bewildered expression. “I meant the battery. The car battery. I did not replace your car engine,”

She sighed and wiped her brow in mock relief. “Whew, I would’ve called the manager on you, Alex,”

“Just a slight error, but all jokes aside, you should be all set and ready to go.” Alex spoke with a seemingly saddened tone, his mind accompanied with the knowledge that he might not get to see her again.

Her heart felt similar, eyes more tired, but still vibrant from the short time knowing him. “Thank you so much, I really do mean it,” she smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

She knew that she wasn’t going to see him later most likely, but she wanted to remain hopeful.

He gave her a final smile back, waving to her as she entered her car, and pulled out of the auto shop. Color seemed to slowly fade from his world, turning back into an ordinary life that he lived before.

A few minutes later, she arrived at the bar she worked at, and it was the usual shift of serving patrons their drinks and foods, friendly chats to wring out a tip or two, and anything else really to pass time.

Her own life seemed to be more dull without him, the neon glow of the lights in the bar barely enchanting anymore. Each shot glass seemed to have more lackluster with each passing night, filled up with vodka shots, gin, and what-other-nots that people drank to drown their summer sorrows.

That was, until, a familiar face showed up at her bar, those same gray coveralls and messy brown hair that held a glimmer in her heart.

“Just one uh—”

After he turned his attention to her, tired eyes refocusing, he realized who she was in the dim lighting.

“Oh, hi, miss.”

She softly looked at him, and smiled, which seemed to brighten him up a bit. “Hi, dearie.” Her hand held a towel and wiped the rim of a glass after she had washed it, putting it behind her on the counter. “What drink do you want?”

“Jagermeister, please.”

His voice was quiet, just as strong as she remembered, but this time, it faltered slightly, cracks in the crevices and deep details.

Grabbing a glass, she filled it up with his drink of choice, the dark, earthy color filling up to the brim. She held it in her hands delicately, his eyes following her movements. As she set the glass down in front of him, her gaze met his deep brown eyes, mirroring the liquor.

“Here’s your drink, be responsible,” she whispered.

He read her lips like a poem, understanding each word deeply, the last part like a promise that she didn’t want him to break. “Yes, miss,”

The night grew on, patrons leaving and coming in and out of the bar, and yet he remained there, in his seat, sipping away at his drink, a slight flush appearing on his face from the alcohol.

She looked back at him every so often, catching how his eyes lingered on her a little longer when she talked to other patrons, serving their drinks, accepting tips from guys that seemed to be too flirty for his liking.

Alex was never the jealous type, but perhaps he was when he was under the influence and in the same room as her.

He raised his hand up to try and get her attention, mainly out of wanting to just talk to her. “Hey uh, miss?” His voice slurred slightly, the effects of the drink slowly getting to him. 

Walking over to him, she rested her arms on the counter, lowering down to meet his eyes. “Yes, Alex? How can I help you?”

Her voice seemed to be smooth and sweet like honey, something that he wanted to taste so badly. He was stuck with her, enamored oh so deeply. All he ever wanted now was just her, and no one else.

“Hi.” A dopey smile was plastered on his face, hair tousled and messy.

She smiled at how cute it was that he called her over, just to say something so simple. “Hi, you holding up okay?”

He nodded his head, eyes slightly glossy, but it almost seemed like a mirage under the dim lighting.

And then, she was pulled away from him again, slipping away from his invisible grasp.

She laughed and playfully talked to others as he watched, and the night started to die down, the majority of large crowds leaving. It was just him and her in the bar now it seemed, aside from a few other workers and patrons at tables around the bar.

Wiping a wet rag along the counter, she saw that he was resting his head in his arms, almost dead silent aside from a slight sniffle that could hardly be heard.

“Alex?” She gently placed a hand on his shoulder, careful not to startle him.

His drink was unfinished, glass still half-full with the liquor. Picking up his head slowly, he met her with teary eyes, and her heart sank with sorrow.

Cupping his face gently, she wiped a tear that he shed away carefully. “What’s wrong?”

“I just—” He took a shaky breath inwards, avoiding eye contact with her. “Why does no one treat you right?”

It felt like a sharp pang in her chest, something that she had never spoken openly about, but he read her perfectly. “What do you mean? No one treats me right?”

“You. You’re so perfect ‘n pretty, and yet, all these guys just want to see you stroking their egos just for you to get a small tip that isn’t even fair.” He rested his head in his arms again, hiding his face from her. “It’s not fair.”

She was awestruck by all of this spilling from him, not believing that this is what he truly meant, but she knew, he was all raw and vulnerable before her gaze.

“It’s my job.” Her words came out empty, as if it was something that she wasn’t satisfied with. “I’m used to it, Alex, please don’t worry.”

He looked at her, eyes reddish and puffy, and pulled out his wallet. His hand held a fifty-dollar bill, and a twenty-dollar bill. “Please, take it. That greedy scumbag ripped you off about that car battery, and for the tip for the drink as well.”

She shook her head in denial as she cleaned up his drink, pouring the rest of it down the drain. “Alex, I’ll take the tip for the drink, but not the car, it doesn’t hurt me.” 

“Please, miss?” he pleaded. “It won’t hurt, I just hate seeing you be lied to like that,”

Looking at him again, she walked closer, moving her hand to his shoulder and rubbing it soothingly. “Alright, but the drink is on the house, okay?” She accepted the tip, sliding it into her back pocket as he smiled, still teary eyed. “How’d you get here?”

“A cab,” he responded. “But I don’t know if I can call a cab this late,”

“I’ll drive you home, if you trust me of course,” she offered.

“I trust you, and I really like you, ya’know, you’re so sweet and kind and beautiful. You’re an angel,” he rambled.

“You as well, Alex.” Her hands were occupied with counting the cash at the register, closing everything up before turning her attention back to him. “You’re so pretty.” She took her hand and held his face.

He leaned into her touch gently, eyes shut and relaxed. “I’m sorry you have to see me so—pathetic,” he sighed.

“You aren’t pathetic, promise you,”

It was now just the both of them, alone in the bar. Her boss was always last to leave, and it was only half an hour until closing.

Silence sat between the both of them, comfortable and yet uncomfortable. The air was all stuffy and the scent of alcohol, cheap and expensive, filled the air. 

“I should get going,” he said, getting up from the chair. “Don’t wanna bother you any longer,”

She reached out and grasped his hand softly, hoping to keep him a little longer. “No, Alex, I don’t—”

He shook his hand from her, vulnerability scrawled all over his face. “I want to let you be, I don’t deserve you,”

“Alex, no!” she shouted after him. ���I want to make sure you get home safely,”

“I can take care of myself! I’m a grown adult!” he retaliated.

Her heart crumbled when he shouted, but she still tried. “I’ll take care of you, okay? Just one night, Alex.”

He looked back at her, seeing her teary eyes despite her strong face. “I’m sorry, I’ll wait.”

For the next few minutes, she gathered her bag and belongings, and walked out of the bar with him, his arm slung around her shoulders.

He was confused, but slightly sobering up from the cool night air. “Why do you want to take care of me? I’m just some guy you met,”

“Alex, you’re kind and sweet, you didn’t take advantage of my money, and you’re trying your best, alright?”

“But you’re so pretty,” he whispered, looking over at her.

She laughed softly, her smile vibrant and warm. “Alex, what does it take for me to tell you that I like you too,”

“Wait, what?”

Opening the passenger side door, she motioned for him to get in. “Yes, Alex, I like you,”

He smiled, with pure happiness despite being exhausted. “You, like me?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “I like you, Alex.” She got in the driver’s side of the car, starting up the engine. “Where is your address? We need to get home,”

“We? Like me and you?” he said dreamily.

“Well I said I was going to take care of you, so sure.”

He told her his address, and then she started driving. Cozying into the seat, he got comfortable and rested his eyes for a bit, which ended up being the entire ride. 

It was a quiet ride, comfortable, and only comfortable silence, with her looking over at him every now and then, smiling softly to herself.

When they both arrived at his house, she gently tapped his shoulder to wake him up, still in his gray coveralls.

He mumbled something, still in the process of waking up.

“Alex, honey.” She shook him a little this time, but not too rough. “Let’s get you inside okay?”

Nodding his head, which was now affected by a headache, he complied, allowing her to help him inside.

She kept her promise, making sure that he ended up in his bed, making sure that he had a bottle of water and some pain medicine at his bedside table, and making sure that he woke up with a note beside him, with her phone number and a sweet message for him.

#nhl #hockey #nhl hockey #nhl writing #nhl fic #hockey fic #hockey imagine #alex holtz #new jersey devils fic #new jersey devils #alexander holtz #alex holtz x reader #alex holtz imagine #alexander holtz x reader

[aliaology]

SO AMERICAN (short)

SUMMARY: in which holtzy and you are dating, and you are very much in love with him

PAIRINGS: alexander holtz x fem!hughes!reader

WARNINGS: none just fluff :)

driving on the, right side road. he says im pretty, wearing his clothes. and hes got hands that, make hell seem cold. feet on the dashboard, he’s like a poem i wish i wrote. i wish i wrote.

you were the prime example of ‘passenger princess’ but in your very own car. i mean— it wasn’t necessarily your fault that you weren’t the best suited to drive in the city. no no— it was jacks because all he did was drive you and luke around.

but your brother was not the one driving. no, it was your boyfriend who was. you also never understood why he loved to drive your car. but the actual reason was because it was so… you. and he loved that.

your feet were propped on the dashboard, notebook and pen in your lap and hand as you mindlessly scribbled words together. alex’s hand was on your thigh, the warmth from his hand spreading throughout your body like a wildfire.

his fingers traced lightly on your bare thighs, pinky almost sliding up and hitting your shorts with every move he made. the bumps in the road made it so his hand would lightly hit your skin.

your eyes were averted to the pen and paper as you eagerly wrote down word after word, his hand squeezing your thigh every few minutes.

as he squeezed your thigh one more time, you looked over to him. he was the epitome of a love poem and you wished you were the one to write it. with a soft smile on your face, you leaned closer to him and placed your lips onto his cheek.

and he laughs at all my jokes, and he says im so american! oh god, its just not fair of him to make me feel this much. go anywhere he goes, and he says im so american! oh god, im gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up. i might just be in la-la-la-la-love.

you two were at a restaurant, smiling at each other. you spoke, hushed and quietly, almost with embarrassment. your words caused him to burst with laughter, hand slapping over his mouth as his shoulders shook.

his reaction caused you to giggle, a bright smile on your face. the smile would quickly turn to one of embarrassment when you ask a waitress for a meal— one that you have trouble pronouncing. and he laughs as the waitress leaves.

you had a frown on your face— not one of sadness but one of ‘are you kidding me?’

alex snorted as he spoke, “you are so american.”

feigning a look of offense, your eyes narrowed slightly, giving a look of hurt. this just caused alex to chuckle more before grabbing your hand and pressing a small kiss to it.

“how about we just get out of here instead? i think i’d very much rather eat in.” he suggested.

and so you went wherever he did. you ditched the restaurant. you ditched the fancy dinner, and you went home. when you got home; you both eagerly sat on the couch and just watched a movie.

god im so boring, and im so rude! cant have a conversation if its not all about you. the way you dress and, the books you read. i really love my bed but man its hard to sleep when he’s with me. when he’s with me…!

you sat with your friends, picking at your nails as they spoke. their conversation being something about style— something about clothes. you weren’t too interested, you weren’t even talking.

“anything to add, y/n?” one asked.

you shrugged. “i don’t know— style wise i really like alex’s and maybe i’m just biased but it seems super comfy. shockingly he also has a great taste in books and—“

“girl all you do is take about your man!” your friend cut you off.

another friend piped up, “can’t say i blame her. i mean we’ve been friends for what? seven years? in that time frame shes had one boyfriend and he kinda sucked. if i had a man treat me the way hers does, i’d be plastering that everywhere.”

your last friend shrugged. “i get it— honestly i want to hear more about this guy. she talks about him but its never enough because someone interrupts her.”

“its fine— all you really need to know about him is that he treats me very well, and i love him.”

after your little get together with your friends, you made your way to your apartment. the sun was setting and you wanted to lay in bed. but as soon as you got home, locked up and went to your room and saw your boyfriend, you knew for a fact you wouldn’t be going to sleep.

i apologize if its a little too much, just a little too soon. but if the conversation ever were to come up i don’t wanna assume this stuff. but aint it rough? think im in love!

#hockey #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #new jersey #new jersey devils #jack hughes #alexander holtz x y/n #alexander holtz x reader #alexander holtz imagine #alex holtz #alexander holtz #holtz10 #10

[whoseholtz]

today was a fairytale | alexander holtz

pairing : alexander holtz x fem!reader

warnings : one of my first fully written fics, swearing, use of y/n, switch of pov (will be written in italics!)

summary : when reader goes to a devil's game and decides to make a sign asking #10 for a puck in exchange for a lego set and he actually notices her and the day turns out to be like one in a fairytale.

word count : 1.6k

y/n pov

“Girl, it’s a stupid idea, there’s a bunch of signs around the rink why would he choose yours?” your best friend says looking at the sign you made for your favourite player.

She always knew how to ruin the mood.

You slightly adjusted the sign in your hands which read, ‘Can I trade you a Lego set for a puck, #10?’ in a goofy font. The white card had been something you picked up from the craft store on your way home from work, an impulsive decision as always.

“But but but there’s barely any with his name on it, plus who cares, it’s fun okay, and if he actually spots me it’s a bonus,” you smiled clinging onto that little bit of hope that he would see your sign.

“Yeah, I guess,” your friend shrugged as a smirk grew on her face.

“What is it?” you asked knowing that when that smirk appeared there was always a plan brewing in her head.

“Oh nothing, just the fact that you are a beautiful hot girl who likes lego oh and he’s a guy who likes girls and lego, get his number girl,” she said jokingly nudging your shoulder.

In what world would ALEXANDER HOLTZ notice you?

“Okay get out of your Wattpad-loving brain, let’s just enjoy warmups and the game,” a smirk forming on your friend's face, “but no high hopes of anything more than the game.”

The lights started dimming in the arena, the colours of the devils shining bright with the booming voices from the speakers announcing the players would be entering the ice soon.

Your friend slapping your arm, “Look how cute they look, they’re Disney princesses with pads.”

“Yes, yes, I know to calm down, we don’t wanna look like the crazy ones,” you replied, being conscious of when #10 entered the ice.

Then there he was, gliding smoothly across the ice.

He could easily be on one of the top lines but he gets treated like shit from the shitty old coaches.

Warm-ups went on like normal, the silly superstitions, and pucks across the ice in every direction.

“He’s good at skating I guess,” your friend said smartly, “he plays for the NHL dipshit, of course, he’s good at skating.”

“I know but I looked at his stats and his ice time is really low and like that means he doesn’t have any chance to get good plays,” your friend shrugged, her eyes following his every move.

All she said was true, he dealt with the game. all he cared about was that he was in the league, the best league in the world for hockey.

Being a player's biggest fan came with the depression of the issues at hand, their places on the lines, their falls and other setbacks that come with being an NHL player, and every day you wish they could be the best and biggest player in the league.

Even harder being on a team with two top first-round picks and a bunch of other players who are raved about all around the league.

“Girl snap the fuck of out, he’s looking at you, right at you holy shit,” your friend said slapping your shoulder, pointing at him skating around in circles, locking eyes with you.

“Oh my god, no way he’s looking at me,” you said, jumping up and down not knowing what to do, stay weird or keep calm and try your best to look hot.

The Lego Ferrari car shook in your hand, the other shaking against the glass trying to keep your cool as he skated towards where you were situated.

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alex pov

Skating towards such a pretty girl was scary, but the sign caught his eye. he didn’t get many signs, trades even and Lego is his favourite thing, so why wouldn’t he be excited?

The white, red and black sign with the pretty girl holding it couldn’t pass his way, maybe he’d even get a point this game.

Going home after a win but with little ice time and no points didn’t help with his mood. he’d sit on his couch in the dim room questioning why he could never be enough for the team and the league.

He has tried so hard.

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y/n pov

“No way he’s gonna actually want the set. no way you are getting a puck, oh my god y/n this is crazy ahhh he’s coming towards us,” she said, slapping you repeatedly in the same spot, it was starting to hurt.

“Okay just stop, calm down and look cool girl,” you said, wanting to look as normal as possible for Alexander Holtz.

Tap, tap, tap on the glass.

A red glove right in front of your face, the culprit of the tapping noise.

His adorable smiling face looking at you, signalling to get ready for the puck to be thrown over the ice.

You smiled back and nodded, pulling the sign down, holding your hands ready to catch it, not believing what was going on.

You almost wanted to keep your eyes on him even when the puck had been thrown from his hands, but you obviously couldn’t.

The puck weighing in your hand, your eyes fixated on it.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n the lego set, stop googling at the puck and hand him the bloody lego set,” your friend said, slapping you once again.

“Oh fuck yeah wait, hold the puck while I chuck this thing over the glass,” you said, questioning if all those years of skipping gym were back to bite you.

First try, failed.

Second try, failed.

Third try, failed.

Fourth time, WE GOT IT.

He grinned at you one last time before turning around and skating to the bench to place the set down.

A weird feeling flowed through your body. Almost as if you’d just lost something, a presence and a sense of comfort just poof, gone.

But that thought quickly got taken away when the stadium filled with screams of die-hard fans, with you being one of them.

Somehow you’d made it to your seat already getting ready for the game to start.

You realised your head couldn’t stop thinking about the interaction with him, the puck clinging to your hand.

“Hey hey y/n, maybe loosen your grip on the puck, your knuckles are turning white and we don’t want to leave before the game even starts,” your friend said, nudging you to get your attention.

“Oh shit sorry, it’s just he’s so ahhhh, like oh my god he’s got something in his possession that I bought, with my own money,” you grinned, immediately the wave of regret of spending that much money on a lego set, washing away.

“Well let’s just enjoy this game and hope for a win and a Holtz point,” she said, holding up her overpriced drink to yours.

“I’ll toast to that, to Holtz getting a point and maybe a devil's won.”

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“AND THE DEVILS WIN THE GAME WITH ALEXANDER HOLTZ AS THE STAR OF THE GAME”

The shock on your face shouldn’t have been that big but when a fourth-line player gets chosen as the star of the game it is huge.

“Girl he did it for you, you are his good luck charm, you need to give him something every game,” your friend yells beside you jumping out of her seat.

“Okay, I get hockey players are superstitious but girl there’s no way, let’s just leave it,” you sighed, your life couldn’t be all butterflies and rainbows.

It was not a Wattpad story, and you couldn’t treat it like it was. He probably just threw out the Lego set, you thought you were insane thinking there was a chance he actually remembered who you were; there’s no way he did.

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alex pov

He couldn’t stop thinking about her smile, how it was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. and he got a goal, points, the fucking star of the game.

yeah, he laughed at people saying hockey players are suppositions and yeah he was a tiny bit. he had his routines but it was never that serious, the only thing different about his game was seeing her, locking eyes with her.

The Lego set sitting on his living room table was a reminder of how her smile made him feel, all bubbly inside like he could rule the world.

“Bro stop zoning out it’s scary, you just got star of the game let’s celebrate,” Luke said as he walked past you, he had invited himself in like he did every other night. win or lose he was there.

“Sorry sorry just trying to figure out what happened today that made me play so good.”

“It was totally that girl you were spying on from the start of the game to the end,” Luke joked, “this is the Lego set she gave you right?” he questioned picking it up off the table.

“Hey, don’t touch that,” he yelled, running towards Luke.

“Shit, sorry didn’t think it was such a big deal,” he said dropping the Lego set onto the table again.

“No sorry I just can’t seem to get her out of my head, and the thought I probably will never see her again,” Alexander said slowly sitting down on the couch.

“Okay don’t think about it that way, be happy you’ve somewhat met her and that you are the star, be present,” Luke replied sitting down on the couch like it was his own home, grabbing the remote and flicking some random show on.

“Never say something like that again, it's weird hearing advice from you,” Alex replied, shocked by the words coming out of his mouth.

“HEY,” Luke yelled, slapping him in the process.

It wasn’t like Luke thought, he still felt her presence somewhat, a faint smell of grapefruit which you would only notice if you really paid attention.

He couldn’t get away from the thought of her.

He couldn’t stop wondering when he’d see her again.

a/n :: hi guyssss sorry i've been lacking motivation so this took... a while to publish and stuff so i hope u like it!! tysm for all the love on if i could tell her <33

also i might be making this a series? maybe? don't hold me to that though :}

#mira⌇🌷 #alexander holtz #alex holtz #new jersey devils #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl fanfic #nhl fic #alexander holtz x reader #alexander holtz imagine #alexander holtz fanfic

[toasttt11]

ouch

February 22, 2024

Clementine skated across the ice the puck against her stick, she could feel the Ranger’s player behind her as she skated and before she knew it a player was coming towards her and as she looked up just in time for his shoulder to smash right into her head and his elbow coming around to her across the face and down into her elbow, as the player behind smashed into her back and smashed her elbow as well.

Clementine fell forward her gloves falling off as she felt her nose starting to get wet as she she fell onto her side feeling her ears ringing and felt as if she was swaying, her hand clamped onto her elbow not even knowing what was going around her.

She felt medical help her get up and skate her across the ice, she got helped onto the bench and started to be led down the tunnel.

Matt Rempe got a match penally for the hit on Clementine Bedard.

Clementine barely even knew where she was as she finally realized she was laying in medical bed and groaning at the bright lights filling her eyes.

“It’s a Concussion for sure.” Clementine felt like everything was underwater as the doctor spoke and she could jut feel the throbbing all over her body.

“Clementine! Clemetine!” She heard her voice her called and she blinked turning her head slightly, “What hurts?” She heard the question from the doctor.

She groaned still holding her hand against her elbow, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears as she felt the pain coming from her elbow and remembered when it was hurt before.

“Her elbow.” The doctor spoke to the other doctor, Clementine felt her eyes starting to flutter shut before she felt tapping against her face, “Hey Clementine you have to stay awake okay. We’re going to check your elbow.” Clementine opened her eyes staring up at the celling.

The doctors rolled over the X-ray machine moving her hand that was holding her elbow and put the machine over her elbow.

She had no break or tear in her elbow she just seemed to aggravate her past injury as her elbow is more sensitive.

Clementine barely registered that she was changed into her sweatpants and sweatshirt and helped back into the medical bed not allowed to sleep yet.

“How’s Clem?” Jack questioned his coach after the game, as Lindy didn’t know after the first and second period as the tests weren’t completed yet.

“Concussion.” Lindy gravely spoke looking around the locker room at his players, “She’s gonna be sore for the next few days but luckily no injuries besides the concussion.”

“Who is staying with her?” Nico questioned in concern knowing when someone gets a concussion they need to be under supervision for at least 12 hours and he knows the team likes to watch over their teammates.

“I was going to ask who would like to.” Lindy responded knowing that anyone on the team would willingly watch over any of their teammates.

“I will.” Alex quickly spoke up wanting to see with his own eyes that Clementine is okay.

“Alright go out the back exit.” Lindy nodded at Hotlz and turned to leave the room having already went over the game. The back exit that is away from all the people and cameras perfect when a player has concussion.

Alex quickly showered and got into comfortable clothes instead of his suit and hurried out of the locker room to medial room, he quietly knocked on the door and walked in seeing the doctor and Clementine.

“Ah Alex your on watch?” The Doctor smiled standing up from the chair next to the bed, Alex nodded, “Good you remember what to do?”

Alex nodded having watched over teammates before that have had a concussion.

“Okay she’s ready to go home.” The doctor smiled and left the room.

“Hey Clem.” Alex walked over to Clementine feeling his heart clench seeing her confused look in her dull blue and hazel eyes instead of the normal sparkle in them and the way she was protectively holding her elbow, “Come on darling let’s get you out of here.” Alex wrapped her arm around his shoulder not even hearing what name he called her.

Alex lead them slowly out to his car luckily having drove together to the game, he helped her into the passenger and buckled her seatbelt.

Alex quick to started the car and started the drive home looking over at her ever few minutes making sure she is okay.

He pulled into the parking garage and shut the car and quickly jumped out the car and walked around opening the passenger door helping her out of the car and walked to the elevator, clicking her floor and getting off the elevator.

He grabbed the keys that were in her pocket and opened her her front door helping her to her bedroom, he pulled the blankets back and helped her sit down and lay her head onto the pillow he covered her with the blanket.

“I’m gonna get you some ice, do you want something to eat?” Alex gently whispered kneeling down in front of her head brushing her hair from her face seeing that the doctors took out her french braids.

Clementine groaned at the sound of food feeling her stomach roll in nausea.

“Okay no food, i’ll be back.” Alex pressed a very soft kiss to her forhead and stood up grabbing Clementine’s phone.

He walked out to the kitchen and set her phone on the kitchen counter so that Clementine couldn’t use it. Alex pulled out his phone and texted Connor letting him know Clementine is okay before setting his phone on the counter. Alex grabbed an ice pack and quietly walked back into her room, he walked to the large windows that give a view of New Jersey and closed her black out curtains.

Alex pulled the covers on the other side of the bed and laid down next to Clementine and gently set the ice pack onto her forhead seeing her peaceful sleeping and knew he would have to wake her up in a few hours to check on her.

He laid on his side facing Clementine keeping an eye on her all night, not closing his eyes in fear something could happen to her.

Clementine ended up missing fives games because of her concussion and was luckily was only out for a week and half and was back by March 5, against the Florida Panthers.

March 11, 2024

Clementine saw the smug smirk acrossed Matt Rempe’s face when he looked at her, She looked down and chuckled slightly having a feeling he hasn’t realized yet.

She skated down the ice with the puck again and saw Matt skating at her seemingly to want to get a hit on her again, so she braced herself for the hit and she smirked slight before dropping her gloves and didn’t hesitate to punch him right across the face. and it seemed like she shocked him before she knocked him down onto the ice and she didn’t stop until she was onto of him and punching him across the face multiple times and Matt stuck on the ice, flat on his back.

Clementine felt the referee grabbing her and she leaned down slightly stopping her hits as she saw the blood pouring out of his nose just like hers was from his hit, “Now we match.” Clementine coldly whispered at a wide eyed Matt.

She just chuckled letting the referee pull her into the penalty box.

Clementine always loves when people underestimate her because she is a girl, but just because she doesn’t flight often doesn’t mean she can’t fight, it’s something everyone always forgets.

#clementinebedard #cb89 #nhl x reader #luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes #jh86 #alex holtz x oc #alex holtz #new jersey devils #connor bedard blurb #connor bedard imagine #connor bedard x oc #connor bedard #jesper bratt #timo meier #nj devils #dawson mercer #nico hischier x oc #nico daws #nico hischier #simon nemec

[equallyshaw]

The friend group | little lion au - au masterlist. - also the nicknames for them are in good fun lol

☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎

liona 'lion' kai ovekchin: russian mob boss - more on her here.

orange cat

studying fashion and minoring in marketing at nyu

1/3 of greenwhich village roommates

only child (+ younger half sister - sasha from moms ex fiance)

geno malkin worshiper

scorpio

part time nanny and part time barista/book shop clerk at an historic bookshop/coffee house

avid reader

huge star wars fan

used to have a crush on david..before her and chris got together..😚

tolerates hockey, big alex o fan if you didn't know

huge traveler

hamptons lovaaaaa

☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎

rainn spencer: miss grump

liona's bff

second half

partner in crime always

1/3 of Greenwich village roommates

secretly has a thing for jack.

early supporter of #Hoveckhin

social work student at NYU, with a minor in Womens Studies

thinks of alex as a father figure because she does not have the best relationship with her own father, as her parents are divorced.

alum of Georgetown prep

works at a local coffee shop, and a record store on the weekend.

pisces

incredibly creative and extremely smart

middle child (syndrome) of three, with two brothers.

avid reader and painter

coffee connoisseur

☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎

chris briney: trust fund kid

liona's ex and friend

columbia student, grad in 2025. (year early)

got accepted into harvard, attended one semester before transferring to new york.

oldest of 2, has a younger sister

aries

still is in love with liona..

is incredibly close to alex still

huge fan of the capitals

grew up next to liona, next door

studying political science and international relations

lives with gavin off-campus

enjoys playing the guitar, writing and reading

tea addict

used to be: grumpy bf x sunshine gf or black cat x orange cat

☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎

gavin casalegno: top dog

golden retriever

closest to chris

columbia student

studying anthropology

bisexual

virgo

avid movie watcher/goer

youngest of four, with one brother and two sisters

night owl

down for a good time, always.

☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎

sean kaufman: shakespeare

1/3 (part time) greenwich roommates

originally got into princeton but declared to go to nyu

studies playwriting with a minor in musical theater

cancer

oldest of 3, has 2 sisters

first generation student

first generation, parents are both from asia

has Korean citizenship through parents

musical goer (will bring lion every. single. time.)

huge traveler (along with gavin)

has had a crush on rain for years (but once he saw the ending to liona and chris he decided to not pursue anything)

second half of liona, male version of her (we'll see that soon!)

will drag her out of bed at obscene hours to dance, bake and ofcourse, get some pizza

coffee addict (connoisseur)

☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎

david iacono: pink whitney

went to georgetown prep with the group

year older than the group

reunited in london, summer 2025 before he moves back to the states

studied liberal arts at university of cambridge

only child

liona and him were close because they did musicals and plays together at school + in the community

moves to nyc to pursue his masters at columbia

golden retriever energy

had a crush on liona during highschool but then once her and chris got together, he pushed it away

avid fan of the capitals

literally starstruck of alex but not geno (lmao)

really likes luke when he meets him when they get back from europe in the Hamptons

the two of them get along really well

along with sean, the two of them get liona out and about always

loves to do photography

☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎

+ ensemble members.

jack hughes: frat president

follows luke around like a lost puppy when he joins luke and liona for stuff with the group

shy af (ironic lol)

really likes rainn

him and gavin get on really well

gavin brings jack out of his shell, and the two are thick as thieves

down for a good time, always.

middle child syndrome ofc

dylan duke: the slut (not literally lmao)

summer buddies with the group when everybody visits michigan

ring leader for the michigan trips (that now include the friend group)

him + david = pink whitney lovers

karaoke fanatic

# 2 fan of Hoveckchin (behind rainn & just because he likes the ship name, has to enunciate HO)

quinn hughes: the dictator

keeps everybody in line during the summers (doesn't need unnecessary injuries or drama)

they call him the dictator because of it

enjoys the friend group, thinks they are all sound people and glad luke has a good group when he's in jersey and people away from the league

treats lion like his little sister

+

ethan edwards

nico hischier

Alex holtz

Rutger mcgroarty

adam fantilli

simon nemec

andrei svechnikov (her russian brat)

+ more ofc

☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎

hope you all enjoyed!!!

#luke hughes #luke hughes au #luke hugues x oveckchin #little lion au #jack hughes #quinn hughes #new jersey devils #vancouver canucks #dylan duke #umich hockey #nico hischier #adam fantilli #rutger mcgroarty #alex holtz #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes fic #nhl #hockey #nhl fic #hockey blurb #nhl imagine #hockey au #hockey imagine #hockey fic #nhl blurb #nhl au #andrei svechnikov #simon nemec

[reyzxzc]

hard launch

summary: tj and alex hard launch

contains: fluff, instagram, cussing

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holtz_10 just posted

holtz_10

caption: another year in the 📚 and another year with you. loving you is the most amazing thing one can do. love you tj 🫶🏻

tagged// tj_ryder

comments:

tj_ryder: WHEN TF RID U TAKE THOSE PHOTOS???????????????

- holtz_10: don’t worry abt it..

user: KMS?????

user: THATS SI SWEET RJEHGVEHD

lhughes_06: tj can cook?

- tj_ryder: break a rib.

jackhughes: why he staring at me like that

dawson1417: 🃏🃏

- holtz_10: ♠️♠️

user: HES NOT STRAIGJT???

user: SCREAMED

user: WHYS HE SO SWEET?? WHY DID I CRY

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tj_ryder just posted

tj_ryder

caption: apparently we’re hard launching now. anyways. here’s to more love and Swedish sunsets (there just better). i love you alex and your terrible taste in music.

tagged// holtz_10

comments:

holtz_10: i have amazing music taste you little rat

- tj_ryder: rat?!?! U BULLY

- holtz_10: baby.

user: BABY?!?! KMS

user: HOLTZY CAN PULL??

user: he sleeps so peacefully

- tj_ryder: until he snores

user: terrible music taste??

- tj_ryder: its swedish rap. none of it makes sense. like wtf does any of it mean.

lhughes_06: STOP POSTING PORN U FUCKING BITVHES

user: luke’s not okay….

user: THATS SI SWEEG I DIED

#tj ryder au #nhl #hockey #nhl players #nhl au #nhl imagine #alex holtz #alexander holtz #ah10 #mlm #gay men

[martiny0rk]

Alexander Holtz

Blurbs

Headcanons

Imagines

#alexander holtz #alex holtz imagines #alex holtz blurbs #alex holtz x reader

[paigehughes28]

Who I write for:

Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, Dawson Mercer, Nico Hischier, Quinn Hughes, Elias Pettersson, Rutger McGroarty, Ethan Edwards, Jeremy Swayman, Trevor Zegras, Connor Bedard, Jamie Drysdale, Brock Boeser, Arturs Silovs, Alex Holtz, Luca Fantilli, Adam Fantilli, Mark Estapa

#jackhughes #lukehughes #dawson mercer #nico hischier #quinnhughes #elias pettersson #rutger mcgroarty #ethan edwards #jeremy swayman #trevorzegras #connor bedard #jamie drysdale #brock boeser #arturs silovs #alex holtz #luca fantilli #adam fantilli #mark estapa #new jersey devils #vancouvercanucks #bostonbruins #anaheimducks #philidelphia flyers #columbus blue jackets #chicago blackhawks #umich hockey #hockey men #nhl hockey #hockey #hockey imagine

[lov1ngdrysdale]

bf!alex holtz ✧.* headcanons

pairings: fem!reader x bf!alex holtz

warnings: none! these are sfw.

a/n: alex gives off such puppy dog bf energy.

bf!alex who loves to dance. if you've seen that one video of him, you know he is not afraid to break it down! he's a sucker for a slow dance with you, or just jumping around to upbeat music. he'll embarrass you at bars and parties with his awful moves. he'll dance alone, with you, or with his friends. it doesn't matter, buddy just loves to dance.

bf!alex who loves when you play with his hair. he loves getting little braids in his hair, or when you try and give his hair tiny curls.

bf!alex who wants to take you to stockholm so badly. he can't wait to take you home to his family and show you all the places he'd been as a child.

bf!alex who loves it when you play music. he acknowledges that his taste isn't the best, and prefers yours most of the time.

bf!alex who cannot wait for summertime with you. he loves the warmth of jersey and the summertime activities. outdoor concerts, summer cuisine, pool/beach days, and long summer nights. his ideal day with you is going to the beach and then coming home to spend the night outside and enjoy a meal.

bf!alex who loves beyonce. he just gives off beyhive vibes. he definitely loves to listen to "partition" and pretend he's walking down a street filled with paparazzi. so sassy!

bf!alex who loves to come shopping with you. he's like a little puppy trailing behind you in sephora, lululemon, zara, etc. just following you around and asking questions about the items you're choosing.

"wait why do you want liquid blush instead of the one in a palette?"

"why do you prefer tighter tank tops instead of loose ones?"

"are these the leggings that have the drawstring inside of them?"

"so are leather pants the new thing?"

"why are these shorts so expensive? they already come pre-fucked up y/n."

bf!alex who, speaking of shopping, loves to pay for EVERYTHING. he thinks you deserve to be treated as best as possible, so he will hardly ever let you buy something for yourself. all the following you around the mall is so he knows what you like and/or are thinking about getting. your text threads consist of screenshots of products with him asking "is this the one you want?...okay it'll be there around wednesday."

bf!alex who was absolutely frightened to meet your family. he was constantly asking for your reassurance on his outfit, his handshake, his hair, and even the way he walks. all that worrying was for nothing though, they loved him immediately.

bf!alex who loves forehead kisses. of course, he loves to actually kiss you, but there's something so romantic and sweet about a forehead kiss. expect forehead kisses while you're cooking, working, getting ready, before games, before practice, and before bed.

bf!alex who's obsessed with your first initial. he has it on a keychain of it. he has it on a chain. he’s even thinking about getting it tattooed.

bf!alex who loves quality time. he looks forward to date night always. even if the "date night" in question is just sitting on the couch watching netflix, he's grateful for every moment he can spend with you.

#lov1ngdrysdale #hockey fanfiction #nhl players #luke hughes #devils hockey #jack hughes #new jersey devils #alex holtz #alexander holtz #headcanon #nhl imagine

[qwertyuioasdfghjmnbvcxvbn-blog]

◤ ➶ · ˚ . welcome to sweetwater, tennessee! please have your account in within the next 24 hours.

◤ ➶ · ˚ . {logan lerman} there goes nathan wakefield, the 17 year old male walking down the streets of the willow park part of sweetwater. around here, they’re known for being ambitious and intelligent but also could be intense and naive. they’re currently a junior at willow park high school. word on the street is that nate's been selling his pain meds from his injury to pay for his expensive hockey team. {ooc; michelle, 18, est & she/her} (alex wakefield's wc)

◤ ➶ · ˚ . {zane holtz} there goes ken clayson, the 28 year old male walking down the streets of the oak haven part of sweetwater. around here, they’re known for being concentrated & imaginative but also could be dependent & depressive. they’re currently a lawyer. word on the street is that he ran over someone while drunk and never looked back. {ooc;ba, 23, gmt, she/her}

#sweetwater:accepted #appless rp #town rp #oc rp #secrets rp #{ nathan wakefield & ken clayson }

[ji11-sandwich]

I got tagged by these two wonderful beings: @miss-minnelli and @dr-jillianholtzmann <333

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Libraaa bruh

Height: either 5′9″ or 6′6″ I don’t remember cause I’m exhausted and it was forever since I last measured myself. All I know is I’m taller than Kate Mckinnon cause me and @blitzy realised how smol she was and wanted to see how small she is in real life so we measured ourselves against a wall

Sexual Orientation: vagitarian

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw and proud!!! 

Favourite Colour: Pastel blue and yellow

Favorite animal: PARROTS. Also lions, whales, tigers, cats, sabertooth, dinosaurs, golden retrievers, corgis, huskies

Average hours of sleep: 6/7 on a school night, 8+ on a day off

Cat or dog person: catsss, I’m cuddling my cat son right now actually. He looks like a little fluffy pretzel cuddled up on my chest. He’s got his back leg sticking out tho, giving me the ol razzle dazzle

Favorite Fictional Characters: SIMBA SIMBA SIMBA!!!! MY ACTUAL LION SON. Jillian Holtzmann, Erin Gilbert, Patty Tolan, Abby Yates, Clara Oswald, Amy Pond, Alex Vause, Niky Nichols, Mowgli ( who my parrot is named after ) Mufasa, Scar, Sarabi, Uncle Max, 11th Doctor, all the original ghostbusters characters, ZUUL SO MUCH ZUUL AND THE TERROR DOGS, idk i have loads of childre-I MEAN CHARACTERS

Number of blankets I sleep with: a thick quilt for winter, usually i sleep in shorts all year round and keep my heating set so it turns on in the morning. If I’m hot I can’t sleep. I have to be old so I can snuggle into my bed and cacoon. But in the summer I just have the quilt cover

Favourite Singer/Band: Mystery Skulls, Hayley Kiyoko, Caravan Palace, Childish Gambino, Melanaie Martinez, probably some others I can’t remember off the top of my head

Dream trip: Traveling to every single Disney park. Florida and Paris are down so far, I’ve been to Paris 15+ times and Florida once. I’m going to Florida this year and Paris (cause both these parks have some awesome stuff opening this year) and then hopefully if we can squeeze it in, California! But I’d also love to go to Australia, Hawaii, Canada and Bali 

Dream job: Disney imagineer or working within the Disney animation company. But tbh just in general, media production is my thing

When was this blog made? Early last summer or spring.

Number of followers: 375 and the number constantly grows, thank you all so much<33

What made you decide to create this blog? I wanted a fresh fandom blog dedicated to mostly Ghostbusters and Kate. Also some personal reasons. But mostly because i wanted somewhere fresh to be completely comfortable to just openly be gay properly, I’d done so before but whilst in the closet. Coming out last year just prompted me to have a fresh start on most things c:

i tag these cool people, sorry if these sorts of things aren’t your thing:

@blitzy @hollowshadowwolf @orkusuga @forgotten-song @hltzmnn @spooky-holtz @hcltzmvnn @holtz-i-am-your-gf @ectoholtzmann @jillian-fucking-holtzmann and anyone else who wants to do it!

#emily talks #memes

[aliaology]

STAY DONE

SUMMARY: you know you and alex should break up, but you’re too in love with him to stay done.

PAIRING: alexander holtz x fem!reader

WARNINGS: semi-toxic (?) relationship, slight cheating, blood

EXTRA: i know alex (most likely) wouldn’t actually cheat, but its just for the fic! my boy needs more about him done. also THIS SUCKS LMFAOO im a lil rusty. BASED ON A SONG.

the look in your eyes even after he yells at you was something truly remarkable, incredible even. the awe-struck gaze your eyes held as the boy in front of you angrily spoke. his anger may not have been directed at you, but he was definitely taking it out on you.

his narrowed eyes and irritated tone as he went on and on about his hockey game made your stomach twist and knot. the feeling only going away as he punches one of the picture frames, causing the glass to shatter and the frame to fall to the floor.

your awe-struck gaze was no more, and was now filled with worried as he walked into the bedroom, mumbling curses under his breath. you let out a sigh as you grabbed the broom from the closet. you swept the broken glass up and removed the picture from the frame. it was a picture of you and him when you visited italy.

you gave the picture a sad look before placing it on the counter and throwing the frame into the trash bag, along with the broken glass. after putting the broom back, you walked into your shared room, alex sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. blood dripped from his knuckles and down his hands.

you walked into the bathroom, grabbing a few bandages and alcohol wipes. kneeling down in front of him, you removed his hands from his face, gently.

“i think you played well tonight, alex.” you spoke softly. grabbing an alcohol wipe, you carefully wiped up the blood and the wound, causing him to hiss in pain.

“can’t say much when i was only on the ice for like five minutes. i make one mistake and lindy fucking benches me.” he spoke angrily.

you gently wrapped his hand. “i think you should talk to them about being traded.” you told.

alex scoffed out a laughed. you gave him a look. “im being serious, alex. this team is messing you up— you know you deserve better.”

alex sighed, “ill think about it, alright?”

you nodded and stood up, placing a small kiss on his cheek before bringing everything back into the bathroom, and throwing out the bloody wipes.

you huffed out a breath, knowing how idiotic you looked in front of your friends. you told yourself you would be taking a break from alex, that you would give yourself space, find yourself.

you needed it, especially after finding out he was hitting up other girls. hearing this— you stayed cordial, but honestly, you wish you went off on him. you wish you didn’t stay calm.

but thats the thing with alex, as you stand here calling him, you realize you can’t stay done with him. he was a constant need in your life, he was the sun and you revolved around him.

“hello?” his voice sounded through your phone.

you let out a shaky breath. you stood on the sidewalk, your little black dress keeping almost nothing warm. you held your large coat close to you.

“can you come get me? please?” you asked.

you could hear a deep breath escape his lips before he talked. “where are you?” he questioned. you could hear the sound of clothes rustling, then the sound of his keys jangling.

“outside of the bar on hawkins.” you told, shivering slightly.

“jesus christ baby— outside? seriously? are you by yourself?” he asked.

“yeah.” you muttered into the phone.

you could hear him swear under his breath, the sound of his car door opening and shutting rang through your ears. “get inside that damn bar, wait near the doors.” he demanded.

you hastily obeyed and stood inside, right next to the doors. he stayed on the phone with you the entire time, letting you know when he was close.

once he got there, and you hung up, getting into his car, he gave you an irritated look.

“dont you ever do that again— you hear me? do you know how dangerous it is? standing out there by yourself in the middle of the night?” he spoke.

his tone was harsh, but he clearly was worried, at least you hoped. “im sorry”

he sighed. “dont apologize. lets just, lets get to the apartment.”

you nodded and titled your head against the window, watching the lights as you passed them. you hated the feeling of not being able to be the bigger person and leave.

alex was your best friend, but your enemy. he loved you and hated you. you loved him, and loved him, and hated him. but there was no one else you wanted to wake up to. no one else you wanted to go to bed with.

you just couldn’t stay done with him.

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family skate

December 7, 2022

Maleah kneeled down in front of her son as she slipped on his shoes, smiling at his adorable outift, cargo sweatpants, white sweater, black puffer jacket and an orange beanie that is covering his beautiful blonde curls.

“Is Uncle JoJo coming?” Malakai looked at his mother in question as he played with his green dinosaur that is his absolute favorite stuff animal ever.

“He is, he will be here any minute and you guys will have a fun time.” Maleah brushed her hand against his cheek pressing a kiss to his forehead before standing up and picking Malakai up and resting him on his hip.

“Are you sure you can’t come Mama?” Malakai softly asked playing with the ends of his mother’s hair.

“You know i wish i could! But you’ll have lots of fun with Uncle Jojo.” She smiled down at her favorite person feeling terrible she couldn’t make the Devils family skate with John and Malakai, especially since Malakai and her have went to all the other family skate when John played at the Penguins but she had a fashion show at the exact time as the family skate and she has to be there.

Maleah had been so busy the fast few months that Malakai and her haven’t had the chance to meet John’s team yet, especially since Malakai doesn’t love a lot of people and going to games gets quite overwhelming and they tend to watch the games at home. Also the last five or so months the two have done a lot more traveling and just haven’t been home often.

Maleah heard the knock on the front door and walked over to the door with her son in her arms, she opened the door and smiled at her best friend, “Jo!” She smiled watching John smile widely at the two and pull them into a hug.

“Hi Mal and Little Mal!” John grinned kissing Malakai’s cheek, Malakai giggled at his godfather.

“Alright you guys better get going,” Maleah reminded John, “I love you Kai, you be good okay.” She looked down at her son pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you too Mama!” Malakai frowned slightly never liking leaving his mother.

“Come on my little buddy.” John brightly grinned taking Malakai into his arm and picking up his little hand waving at Maleah, “Say bye Mama!”

“Bye Bye.” Maleah fondly waved back at the two watching them head down the hallway and into the elevator.

John walked them into the parking garage and heading to his car, he opened the passenger seat and set Malakai into his car seat that is always in John’s car, John buckled the seat belt and handed Malakai his green dinosaur before closing the door and heading into the drivers seat.

John drove to the Devils Arena and parked his car in the parking spot, he hopped out of the car and opened the passenger door and took his godson out of the car seat.

“You wanna walk or be held?” John asked Malakai, Malakai made a thinking face before holding on to John’s hand meaning he wants to walk, “Alright. We do have to leave Mr.Dino in the car, he might be cold at the rink.” Malakai made a sad face but reached up and set his stuff animal in the car.

John made sure to walk slowly with Malakai holding his hand, they walked through the hallway to the locker room seeing a lot of the players with their friends and family.

John having been traded to the Devils the beginning of the season and this would be his first family skate with the Devils, his parents couldn’t make it and Maleah tried but she had to be at her show.

Nico Hischer looked over from where he was talking with his parents and sister and saw John standing with a young boy. Nico smiled and excused himself and walked over to John and he kneeled down in front of the young boy, “Hi, I’m Nico, what’s your name?” Nico held out his hand towards the young kid and smiled comforting at the kid.

Malakai looked up at his godfather for permission, John smiled and nodded. Malakai shyly shook Nico’s hand, “I’m Malakai.”

“That’s a very cool name Malakai!” Nico smiled at the boy.

“Thank you.” Malakai smiled slightly at Nico.

“Who’s this adorable little guy!” Jack Hughes smiled walking over seeing John with a little boy.

“This is Malakai he’s my godson.” John fondly smiled as he looked down at Malakai ruffling his hair.

“I’m Jack!” Jack smiled widely at the young boy and pulled a funny face making Malakai giggle slightly.

John felt himself relax slightly seeing his teammates being so kind to Malakai, He scooped up his godson, “Alright let’s get your skates on.” He spun them around making Malakai laugh.

John walked them over to his stall and set Malakai down on the stall, pulling out the small ice skates he brought the other day that he has for Malakai, he kneeled down in front of his godson and slipped off his shoes and slipped his tiny feet into the skates and started lanching them up. John stood up and sat down next to Malakai quickly putting on his win skates.

“Ready to go?” John held out a hand for Malakai, The boy nodded and hopped up grabbing his godfathers hands, while John grabbed his stick and Malakai’s very tiny stick and small helmet.

John slipped on the helmet onto Malakai’s head and clicked it on, before they started walking out of the locker room and headed down to the rink.

Malakai quickly got onto the ice extremely smoothly having been on the ice since before he could walk.

John was skating right behind Malakai knocking some pucks onto the ice letting Malakai grab on with his hockey stick.

“Oh, you better move!” John teased gently hitting his stick in front of Malakai trying to take the puck away, Malakai giggled but kept the puck to his stick and hit into the goal.

“Ohhhhh and Malakai scoresss!” John cheered putting his arms around his waist and spinning Malakai around.

“Uncle JoJo!” Malakai giggled throwing his little head back as his godfather spun him around like crazy.

“Who is this adorable little dude?” Alex Holtz skated next to John, holding his hand out for fist bump.

“This is Malakai! He’s my godson.” John proudly introduced him to Alex, Malakai hit his fist to Alex’s.

“He’s so cute!” Dawson Mercer smiled as he skated on the other side of John waving at Malakai.

“Thank you.” Malakai shyly whispered.

John and Malakai said bye to Dawson and Alex and they continued skating when one of the Media people asked to take a picture of them.

Malakai rested his head against John’s leg smiling, John rested his head on the back of Malakai’s helmet.

The media person said bye and skated away.

“Can we take a picture for Mama?” Malakai asked excitedly knowing his mother loves getting pictures when he is away.

“Course buddy.” John pulled out his phone and kneeled down next to him and held up his phone as the two smiled at the camera, John quickly sent the photo it Maleah before putting her phone away.

Nico saw the media team asking John to do an interview and saw Malakai with John, Nico skated over and rested a reassuring hand on John’s shoulder, “I can watch him?” Nico asked if John would be comfortable with that.

“Okay thank you.” John smiled, he looked down at Malakai, “Be good?” John not to worried about letting Malakai go with Nico because they are only gonna be on the ice.

“Okay.” Malakai smiled and looked over at Nico, “Do you have your stick?”

“I do it’s by the bench.” Nico smiled and slowly skated with Malakai following him to the bench. Nico grabbed his stick and saw Malakai having a puck against his stick.

Nico smiled seeing Malakai already so comfortable skating around and him being so young and already so impressive with a stick and puck.

“How long have you been skating?” Nico questioned as they passed the puck back and forth.

“Mama says she brought me on the ice since i could stand,” Malakai responded and Nico saw how much the little boys face lite up talking about his mother, “Mama use to play when she younger, Uncle Jojo, Uncle Matty and Uncle Anty all play in the NHL.”

Nico face turned in thought, “What teams do they play on?”

“Uncle Jojo plays with you, Uncle Maty plays at the Islanders and Uncle Anty plays for the Canucks.”

Nico slowly nodded trying to figure out the players real names, “Anty is Anthony Beauvillier?” Malakai hummed and nodded, “And Matty is Matthew Barzal?”

“Yeah he’s my Mama’s brother!” Malakai proudly told Nico.

Nico’s eyes widen realizing exactly who his mother is, Maleah Barzal. Nico having saw her for the first time in 2017 at a game and he was awestruck and he’s never seen her again at any games but he follows her on Instagram and saw her posting her son but she never showed her son’s face so Nico didn’t realize until now.

“Do you go and see them play?” Nico curiously asked as he hit the puck back to him.

“Sometimes, i get um Mama says the world is owhelming.” Malakai stuttered over his word not remembering the word his Mama said.

“Overwhelming?” Nico guessed.

Malakai nodded, “Yeah that one, there’s a lot of people at games so we watch at home alot.”

“It does get a lot sometimes.” Nico sympathized remembering the first time he ever went to a hockey game when he was young and how overwhelmed he was.

“I like going.” Malakai has felt bad when he got so anxious and Maleah and him started going less because he knows his mom misses going.

Nico hummed an idea coming to mind, something he would talk to John about.

Nico and Malakai set the sticks back on the bench choosing to skate around and Malakai slowly reached up and held onto Nico’s hand, Nico looked down and couldn’t help this heart from squeezing in fondness for Malakai.

John ended up taking a little while longer than he thought and when he skated back he saw a sight that he couldn’t help but smile at. Nico looking down softly at Malakai as he held onto his little hand as they skated together.

John skated around to the other side of Malakai and held onto his other hand.

Malakai and John skated with Nico for the rest of the family skate before the got off the ice with the rest of the players and families.

John kneeled down in front of Malakai untying his little skates noticing Malakai’s little yawns and the way his little eyes were starting to drop.

John picked Malakai up and set him on his hip, Malakai rested his head on John’s shoulder and slowly could feel his eyes starting to drop.

John waved to his teammates noticing Malakai fast asleep in his arms and quietly and quickly headed out to his car. John gently set him into his car seat and hoped into the drivers seat heading back to Maleah’s penthouse.

John pulled into the parking garage shutting off the car, he hopped out of his seat and opened the door getting a still sleeping Malakai out of his car seat.

John walked through the apartment building up to the penthouse floor and knocked at the door.

Maleah quickly opened the door and smiled seeing them she gently took Malakai into her arms and sighed in relief holding her baby again.

She moved over letting John walk in and take his shoes off, “Let me put him to bed and you get changed there is dinner on the counter.” Maleah having only just gotten back a few minutes ago and brought dinner home for them.

Maleah turned around and headed into the hallway and down to Malakai’s room, she walked in pulling back his blankets and gently set him down on the bed. She slipped off his jacket, beanie and shoes not even making him stir and left him in his sweatpants and sweater.

Malakai was cuddling his dinosaur tightly between his little arms. “Goodnight i love you.” Maleha leaned down pressing a kiss to his forehead as she covered him up with blankets.

She stood up and walked over to the window closing the blinds all the way and turned on his sound machine before quietly walking out of the room leaving the door cracked open.

Maleha walked into the living room seeing John already poured them wine and was putting the food on his plate.

“This is why you’re my best friend.” Maleah spoke as she sat on the couch next to him picking up her glass of wine.

John laughed as he turned on the TV putting on the show they have been watching.

Maleah and John stayed on the couch for the next few hours watching their show and drinking wine.

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still want to be traded?

January 29, 2024

Clementine had took the first flight after her game against the Tampa bay lighting to Chicago going to spend a few days there with Connor before they head up to Toronto for the All Stars and meet up with their family.

Clementine walked out the guest room seeing Connor sitting on his couch and she knew it was probably a good time to have this conversation.

Clementine sat down next to him on the couch putting an arm around him, “You ready to talk about it?” Clementine softly asked him, knowing Connor knows what’s she is talking about.

Connor softly nodded and leaned more into his sister.

“Okay, do you still want to be traded?” Clementine asked running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah.” Connor firmly nodded having loved his teammates but he hated everything else, “But i think i want to finish the season out.”

“And trade for the next season?” Clementine clarified looking down at him.

“Yeah, i want to finish my season with the hawks and then i’ll trade.” Connor looked up at Clementine if his idea could work.

“Ok, Yeah that would be good, it will give us more time to get you traded to a team you want.” Clementine nodded already thinking of everything she needs to talk about with their agent.

“I’m assuming the Canucks?” Clementine questioned pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

Connor lifted his head off of her shoulder and looked up at her, “Actually i was thinking of another team?” Connor nervously smiled.

“Alright which one?” Clementine squeezed his hand softly seeing Connor look nervous.

“I want to play for the Devils.” Connor declared watching Clementine’s eyes widen, “I want to play on a team with you and yeah the Canucks would be cool and be close to home but i want to be close to you.” Connor nervously looked away, he truthfully had wanted to go to the Devils the whole time wanting to be close to his sister.

“The Devils.” Clementine breathed out in shock but couldn’t help the smile forming, “You want to play with me?” Clementine had thought Connor wanted to play with the Canucks and didn’t know if he wanted to play with her.

“Yeah.” Connor nodded looking up nervously at his sister.

Clementine grinned and pulled him into a tight hug, “Well guess we better start working on you getting traded there.”

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meeting the family

summary: when tj met alex’s family at a game.

contains: fluff, anxiety, cussing, sweet alex.

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today tj was meeting magnus and camilla, alex’s mom and dad.

tj fixed his shirt, it was his uniform shirt they had his name on it just reading tj ryder.

“baby you look fine.” alex said, reassuringly. “are you sure?” tj asked. “when have i ever lied to you?” alex asked.

“h when you told me i wouldn’t meet your parents till we went to Sweden.” tj said, grabbing his converse. “i didn’t think they were gonna come down.” alex shrugged.

tj sighed tying his shoes. “they love you already, tj.” alex said, tying his tie. tj gave him a confused look.

“family group chat. i talk about you.” alex shrugged. “tj or tyler?” tj asked. “what?” alex looked at him.

“what did you say my name was? tj or tyler?” tj asked. “i said tj, but they asked what it was short for, i told them tyler james but you don’t like being called that.” alex said, grabbing his suit jacket.

tj nodded, standing up. alex gave him a kiss. “their gonna meet us there before the game.” alex ran his fingers through tj’s hair.

tj nodded.

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tj plugged his phone up to the aux. “what do you wanna listen to?” tj asked, opening spotify. “anything’s fine.” alex said, backing out of the parking lot at their apartment.

tj nodded and turned on a random playlist he had.

alex rubbed tj’s shoulder, before focusing on driving.

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tj unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of the car. alex doing the same, alex grabbed tj’s hand. giving him a kiss on the cheek before they walked through different entrances.

tj opened the door to the trainers office and sat in the chair, waiting for alex.

tj logged in to the computer and looked at the stuff on it, which really didn’t help him it only told him what time puck drop was.

tj sighed. “why do they act like this helps me?” tj whispered.

“because it does.” alex said, walking over to tj. “i fear it doesn’t.” tj said. “come on, their here.” alex said.

“pray for me relationship gods.” tj muttered standing up. “you’ll be fine.” alex said.

tj opened door, following alex to his parents.

once they made it to alex’s parents, tj could feel his heart beating.

“mom, dad, this is tj.” alex said. tj gave a smile. “nice to meet you.” tj said. “you to, tj.” camilla said. tj stuck his hand out, to shake their hands. but camilla shook her head. “we hug in thai family, tj.”

tj smiled softly as camilla hugged him. “you smell nice.” camilla noted.

“mom.” alex said. “what just telling the boy the truth.” camilla pulled away. tj stuck his hand out for magnus. mangus shook his hand.

tj had been quiet the whole time, as of now. “so tj, tell us about yourself.” mangus said. “um… there isn’t much to tell.” tj said.

alex looked at him. “not much? what about your three concussions?” alex asked. “i was a clumsy child.” tj shrugged.

“how’d you get those?” mangus asked.

“my first one was as when i was four.. i had hit my head on the wall while trying to find my mom, don’t ask how that happened i’m clumsy. my second one was when i was ten. i was skating with brother, he had bumped into me and i feel, hit mh head and got another concussion, which is scary because it could cause brain damage. i was fifteen when i got my third one, i had gotten into something with my mom, i had walked away, and downstairs but i wasn’t looking and tripped and fell. third concussion and i had gotten a brain scan. no brain damage.” tj gave a thumbs up.

“well i’m glad your okay.” camilla said. “yea me too.” tj nodded. “tj’s gotta head back now.. game starts soon. so we’ll see you after. love you guys.” alex said. “love you too.”

tj gave a smile, walking away.

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small tweak

summary: alex tweaked his wrist during a game.

contains: fluff, cussing, worried alex, doctor tj.

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“hey baby.” tj smiled when alex walked in. “hey.” alex said, placing his bag down wincing slightly. “what’s wrong?” tj asked.

alex shook his head leaning into tj. tj sat alex on his lap, to make him more comfortable. tj kissed his neck softly. “what happened to your wrist?” tj asked:

“i landed on it.” alex said. “want me to take a look?” tj hummed. “can you do it at the house?” alex asked.

tj nodded. “let’s go.”

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tj carried alex’s bag in and sat it by the door. alex sat on the couch leaning his head.

“okay. let me check.” tj said, sitting in front of him. alex leaned up and put his hand in front of tj.

tj gently grabbed his wrist, feeling it. he felt bad when alex would groan or whine. tj rubbed his wrist.

“you just tweaked it. it’s should be fine. you don’t have to miss any games or anything. just rest up.” tj said.

alex nodded. “thank you.” “always.” tj kissed his head. alex smiled. “i’m gonna go shower.” “okay, don’t fall.” tj patted alex’s thigh as he stood up.

“wishing this upon me.” alex shook his head.

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