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5 Times Erik Johnson Surprised You & 1 Time You Surprised Him - E.Johnson

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Some bad language. Some sexual moments.

Summary: What it says on the tin, 5 times that Erik Johnson surprises you and 1 time you surprise him - a journey through a relationship!

A/N: This is the longest piece I’ve written in a very long time, and I’ve spent days going over every little detail - I’ve really enjoyed putting it together so I hope you enjoy it too!

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“So did you think about it?”

You jumped at the sound of your friend’s voice, shrieking slightly as you spun around to face her.

“Gah, you should wear a bell!” you gasped, clutching your chest.

Mel just laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. How she looked so put together after an hour of vinyasa yoga was beyond you. That’s how the two of you had become friends nearly 2 years ago; you’d met in this same yoga class on a Saturday morning, Mel having asked one week to borrow a hair tie when hers had snapped. You’d chatted in passing from that day on, which graduated into getting smoothies together after class, and then to having coffee, lunch, Sunday brunches, and even wine nights. She was genuinely one of the sweetest people you’d ever met, and was a godsend when you needed girl time.

But for the past couple of weeks, she’d been bugging you with a question.

“Come on Y/N, you promised me you’d think about it!” she pouted.

You rolled your eyes slightly, unable to help but smile at her as you slipped into your jacket.

“I know, I know. I just…”

You bit your bottom lip, hesitating a little.

And why were you hesitating? Because she was trying to set you up on a blind date with one of her husband’s friends. Specifically, one of his teammates. And you did not look like the typical WAG, at least according to the internet.

“Y/N, babe, I’ve told Erik all about you. He’s interested, I promise,” Mel said, smiling even wider, trying to encourage you.

You groaned a little, hanging your head back, making Mel laugh.

“I just don’t get why! I’m not exactly the usual hockey player’s type and you know it,” you frowned, gesturing between the two of you.

And you were right. Where Mel’s hair was blonde and artfully plaited, yours was an absolute mess. Where she was tall, toned and tanned, you were...not. And where she was about to head back to her Saturday of leisure with her husband, you were heading back to your small apartment to finish off more work and do laundry for one. As always.

“Oh my god, Y/N, stop it. You’re a sexy smart accountant with an ass to die for, the kindest heart and you don’t take any shit. Erik is interested, trust me,” Mel insisted, nudging you with her arm as you gathered your gym bags.

You sighed, trying to ignore the warmth that filled you from her words. She really was so sweet.

“Alright, alright, you win. I’ll go on a date with Erik,” you said, smiling at her.

Mel grinned back. “You won’t regret this, I promise!”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you said dryly, earning another laugh.

Nearly a week later, Friday night, you were approaching the Italian restaurant that Mel told you to meet Erik at. She’d arranged everything for you, wanting you to have a ‘true blind date’, so all you had to do was show up. And here you were.

“Hi, uh, I’m here for a reservation under Erik Johnson?” you said nervously.

“Ah yes, the other member of your party is already here. Please follow me,”

You let out a shaky breath, smoothing your hands over your navy velvet tea-dress, before walking over to the table you were directed to. Here goes nothing. At least you could potentially get some pasta out of this night, if nothing else. Oh wow. Oh wow. Mel had said Erik was handsome…but damn.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! I’m Erik,”

He stood up and pulled your chair out for you, and you couldn’t help but to blush.

Oh wow. Tall, blonde, broad shoulders, gorgeous and a gentleman? So far, Mel had nailed this.

“Hi,” you murmured back, smiling shyly up at him as he pushed your chair in for you, sitting down as gracefully as you could.

Erik beamed back at you, making your breath catch in your throat. Oh yeah. Mel had definitely nailed this.

A couple of hours later, after great pasta, fantastic wine, and an even better flow of conversation, Erik was walking you to your door. You honestly couldn’t believe how easily the two of you had clicked. As soon as you’d ordered, Erik has started talking, and from there you hadn’t stopped. He was attentive, genuinely seeming to be interested in what you were saying, and he made you laugh as well as making you blush with compliments. It had been…perfect. So much better than you had expected. To be honest, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a date that went this well. Wow.

“What?” Erik asked, smiling down at you.

“Nothing…well, I’m just…surprised,”

“Surprised?” he asked, confused.

You blushed a little. “I haven’t been on a date in a while, let alone a blind date, so I didn’t have very high hopes. But you surprised me,”

Erik smiled widely, making your breath catch in your throat again. Oh wow.

“A good surprise then. I’ll take that,” he said smoothly, winking at you.

You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder, earning a nudge back. All too soon, you reached your front door, but you paused outside, looking up at him. It was only early October, so the weather wasn’t too cold, and you were more than happy to linger outside if it meant a few more moments with him.

“I guess this is it then,” you murmured, biting your bottom lip slightly.

Erik smiled at you, but his eyes were serious. “I’m glad Mel set us up – I had a really great evening,”

He had a great evening. He was glad Mel set you up. Even just those simple confessions lit you up inside. Wow.

“Me too. I’m glad I took this chance,” you said softly.

“Do you mind if I take a chance?” Erik said, just as softly.

What?

You stayed silent in confusion, until his hand rose to your cheek, his thumb lightly stroking your cheekbone.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice now as serious as his eyes.

It was all you could to breathe “yes,”

He smiled slightly, leaning his head down and pressing his lips lightly to yours. Oh wow. The kiss stayed soft, and sweet, and slow, but your body rushed with warmth, your hands rising to clutch at his jacket. Erik kissed you again and again and again, each kiss as syrupy sweet as the last, until he pulled away, hand sliding down to clasp yours.

“Wow,” he said, sounding dazed.

“My thoughts exactly,” you blurted.

Oh you absolute dork.

But Erik just smiled, laughing softly. “Can I see you again?”

And you smiled back.

“Yeah, I would like that,”

Mel was getting a bouquet of flowers first thing tomorrow, that was for sure.

~~~~~

6 weeks later, and you were still going on dates with Erik. He was honestly the nicest guy you’d ever dated. You weren’t official yet, but over the past six weeks, you’d been on over a dozen dates, fitting lunches and dinners and even fitted a hike in around his roadtrips. You had to admit that it was a bit strange to work around his athlete’s schedule – having the guy you were seeing being away for work for a week at a time wasn’t what you were used to – but it was worth it. It was so worth it.

You’d even mentioned him to your mom, letting her know how lucky you felt to have him in your life, regardless of how early on it was.

Erik was everything you could’ve hoped for. He called you every night he was on the road, just asking about your day, and told you funny stories about his teammates in return. He’d sent you flowers to work after your third date, earning you a lot of compliments and impressed whispers. He’d held your hand, opened doors for you, leant you a sweater when it was cold…he was a complete gentleman. Sure, he had a filthy mouth that made you blush at inopportune moments. Sure, his snoring took some getting used to. And sure, the first time he stayed over and left his fake teeth in your bathroom, it made you jump out of your skin.

You were besotted, not dumb. Nobody was perfect, but Erik sure came close.

And no, the two of you hadn’t been intimate yet, just slept in each other’s arms with a lot of making out. But damn you knew it was going to be good when you did – the chemistry between you was too good not to be. There was no rush though, you knew that the right moment would happen when it happened. And you knew Erik felt the same way, at least if the fire in his eyes was anything to go by.

Today you were meant to be going out for brunch, a rare Sunday off – but you’d woken up with a completely blocked nose, pounding head and a nasty cough. You knew when you couldn’t even keep down a slice of plain toast that you needed to cancel your date, as much as you didn’t want to miss seeing Erik. But there was no way you could see him like this.

To: Erik

I’m sorry but I’m going to have to cancel.

I think I’ve got the flu.

Sorry x

It was all you could do to roll over and bury your head under the covers.

In what felt like seconds later, you were woken up by someone knocking on your door. No, pounding on your door. What the hell? You groaned, forcing yourself upright, bracing yourself a little as your head swam with dizziness. But the knocking was still happening and it was so loud and you just wanted it to stop.

“Alright, ‘nuff! ‘m coming,” you yelled, your voice cracking and rasping.

You shuffled over to the door, duvet draped around your shoulders like a pathetic cape, and you wrenched open the door with a glare…only to see Erik.

What the hell?

“What are you doing here?” you mumbled, leaning against the door to keep yourself upright.

Erik’s eyes widened at your appearance and your voice.

“Damn, Y/N, you really do have the flu. Get back to bed!” he said, shocked, herding you back inside your own apartment.

“Told you I did. And I was in bed before you knocked. Why are you here?” you groaned, pulling the duvet tighter around you.

You had not wanted him to see you like this.

“You’re sick, I want to take care of you,” he shrugged, smiling.

That was…sweet. But you couldn’t allow it.

“Erik, I’m not getting you sick too. You need to leave,” you murmured, shaking your head.

But Erik just grinned.

“I’m not going anywhere. If seeing you means I need to take care of you when you’re sick, then that’s what we’re doing today. I want to look after you, Y/N,” he said simply.

How were you supposed to argue with that?

“Erik…”

You trailed off, hesitating.

“Go and take a shower. I’ll put some clean pyjamas outside the bathroom door and when you’re dressed come out and sit on the sofa with me. We’re going to have a lazy movie day and you won’t have to worry about a thing,” Erik announced, hands squeezing your shoulders.

Wow. Just wow.

Erik took in the stunned look on your face and laughed softly, giving you a gentle nudge.

“Go, I’ll be out here when you’re ready,” Erik promised.

Well, no-one was perfect, but you weren’t expecting this. You really were so lucky.

~~~~~

There. That was it. That was the dress. You were out shopping on your lunch break; you’d met with Mel quickly ahead of Gabe’s birthday bar crawl tonight, when you realised that you really had nothing that you wanted to wear. In came Mel, suggesting a last-minute shopping trip, and here you were now, in a little boutique not too far from your office.

The dress you were wearing was high-necked, long-sleeved, and knee-length…but it was completely fitted, clinging to you. A beautiful shimmery champagne-coloured bodycon dress. It was nothing that you usually would wear, but there was just something about it that had caught your eye. And you were right. It highlighted everything you loved about your body while still feeling classy, and you just felt amazing in it.

“Mel, I think this is the one!” you called out.

“Come out and show me then!” Mel called back.

So you took a deep breath and opened the dressing room curtain. Mel’s jaw dropped a little, before a big grin lit up her face.

“Oh yes. That’s it, you have to buy it!” Mel squealed, clasping her hands together.

You just bit your lip, glancing over your shoulder into the mirror. It really was a beautiful dress.

“My legs do look pretty great…” you said softly, twisting back and forth.

“And your boobs. And your ass. And your everything. Oh you have to get it Y/N, Erik will just die,” Mel said, laughing.

You couldn’t help but laugh as well. That was true.

“Alright, sold,” you giggled.

If nothing else, Erik would enjoy you trying something different!

You ended up getting ready over at Mel’s, some of the other WAGs joining you too, while Gabe, Erik and the rest of the team went out to a bar first. A glass or two or prosecco, a lot of singing, and one lipstick emergency later, your group of glamourous women was heading into the guys’ second bar to meet them, arriving to a chorus of cheers.

“Oh wow, looks like we need to catch up,” Mel laughed, noticing their tipsy states.

You just laughed at Erik’s flushed cheeks, unbuttoning your jacket as you walked towards him. But when you took it off, you were met with stunned silence from your boyfriend. Oh…did he not like the dress? Maybe you’d been wrong about it after all.

“Holy shit Y/N,” Nate blurted.

Then Sam wolf-whistled, breaking Erik out of his frozen state to punch him in the shoulder, making everyone roar with laughter. Erik stumbled towards you, eyes still wide in disbelief, making you bite your lip nervously.

“Wow. My god, wow. You look amazing” Erik stammered, hands going straight to your waist.

Oh. Good. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding, and smiled up at him.

“Yeah? You like it?”

“Fucking love it. Wow,” Erik grinned.

You just laughed, leaning up to press your lips firmly to his, earning jeers and catcalls as Erik tugged you against his body. You may have been dating for over 12 months now, but his kiss still lit up your body every time. Damn.

“Get a room!” Gabe crowed.

Erik flipped him off, before breaking the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“Drink?” he murmured, gazing down at you.

You nodded, smiling. “Drink,”

A couple of hours later, more than a few drinks down, and you were up at the bar, waiting to get a new round of drinks for the people still at the table who weren’t on the dance floor. Erik had barely left your side all night, his hands seeming to not want to leave your body – not that you were complaining. But now you were standing by yourself, having volunteered your turn.

“Hi there,”

You turned your head in confusion, to see a guy standing next to you, smiling.

“Uh, hi,” you replied, smiling politely.

Were you in the way of his drinks at the bar?

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” the stranger drawled.

Oh jeez. Really?

“I’m out with my boyfriend for a birthday,” you shrugged, being brutally honest.

“Your boyfriend doesn’t let you make friends?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Really?

“Friends? That’s what you’re going with?” you asked dryly, raising your eyebrow.

The guy laughed, grinning.

“Can you blame me?” he said, grin turning to a smirk as he looked you up and down.

Oh, no. That’s just not happening.

But as you squared your shoulders and narrowed your eyes to give him a piece of your mind, you felt a body step up behind you, a warm hand sliding around your waist. You knew these arms anywhere. Erik.

“Thought I’d come up and help you with the drinks, babe. Everything okay?” Erik asked almost-coldly, squeezing your hip a little.

Erik just towered over the guy that had been flirting with you, and you could tell he was balking at your boyfriend’s size. Hah. Serves him right.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just waiting to be served still,” you shrugged, struggling not to laugh.

“Then I’ll wait with you,” Erik shrugged, leaning against the bar, making you fall into his side even more, “So you can leave now, bud,”

Holy shit. The flirty stranger open and closed his mouth, before just walking away.

Erik nodded sharply, as if to say ‘good’.

“Erik!” you giggled, hand coming up to cover your mouth.

“What?” he said, mouth in a surly twist.

Why was he acting like such a caveman?

That’s when it hit you. Erik was jealous. That was…unexpected. He’d never shown any insecurity to you before, not when it came to your relationship. Over the last 12 months, you’d been to plenty of bars and events with him and his friends, and not once had he ever reacted like this to anyone who approached you. What had changed?

“You’re jealous,” you blurted, stunned.

Erik scowled slightly, making you laugh. You turned to face him fully and rested your hand on his chest, looking up at him with a smile, making his scowl soften slightly. He slumped his shoulders a little in shame, a slight flush on his cheeks as he placed both of his hands on your waist again.

“Okay, I’m a little jealous. You look so hot tonight. You look always so hot, but this dress…”

He trailed off, biting his lip. Huh. The dress did it?

Erik noticed the look on your face and pulled you closer towards him.

“Not just the dress. You’re just…glowing tonight, babe. You look incredible and it shows that you feel incredible and…he was looking. He wanted you,” Erik muttered

You just shook your head, smiling slightly.

“Hey, Erik, I don’t care if he was looking or what he wanted. I bought this dress because I like how it looks on me, and I thought you would too. Just you. You’re the guy I’ve been dating for a year. You’re the one whose arms I want around me. You’re the one I’m going home with,” you mused.

Erik smirked, making you roll your eyes.

“Damn right you’re going home with me,” he purred, sliding his hands round your body to rest on your ass.

You blushed as you heard the hooting of his teammates back at your table behind you, batting at his chest as he squeezed his hands cheekily.

“Behave yourself, Johnson” you warned, unable to stop a small smile spreading across your lips.

“Make me, Y/L/N,” he winked.

Challenge accepted.

~~~~~

Sunlight streamed through the curtains as you slowly opened your eyes, blinking yourself out of sleep. You stretched your arms out wide to catch the kinks in your back, only to realise that the other side of Erik’s bed was empty. And the sheets were completely cold. What the hell?

You pushed yourself up onto your elbow, trying to puzzle out your confusion. Today was your 2 year anniversary, that’s why you’d stayed over. So where the hell was your boyfriend? It was only after a few moments that you realised you could hear noise coming from downstairs. It wasn’t like Erik to be awake before you, especially not on a Sunday morning when he had a day off. So you crept over to the door, cracking it open silently.

All you could hear was a bit of shuffling, some clinking and some murmuring voices. Kitchen, maybe? And something smelled amazing. Maybe he ordered in breakfast! How thoughtful! Then the voices stopped and you heard footsteps, so you walked back over to Erik’s bed, sitting upright with the pillows behind you. No point pretending you were asleep for whatever he was planning.

And you were right – less than a minute later, Erik pushed open the door, holding a tray in his hands. Whatever was on it had the same amazing smell as downstairs. Erik’s eyes lit up as he realised you were awake, making you smile.

“Happy 2 year anniversary, Y/N,” Erik said softly, smiling back at you.

“Happy anniversary!” you said breathily.

Oh wow.

The tray he laid on the bed had a plate with three huge pancakes on, covered with a mix of berries and syrup. This looked amazing! But did he…

“Did you cook this all yourself?” you asked in disbelief.

Not that Erik couldn’t cook, but he’d never made a sweet breakfast from scratch like this before. As if in admission, he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“I might have called my mom for guidance? Like, she was on facetime with me while I made them. But I did make them all myself other than that,” Erik promised.

Holy shit. That was cute and impressive.

“Thank you, Erik. This looks amazing,” you said happily.

What a hell of a surprise.

“I may have eaten as I was going along. Taste testing, you know,” he confessed, making you giggle as his shame-face, “so this is all for you,”

Well then.

To be honest, the breakfast was incredible. The pancakes were fluffy and delicate, and the berries were perfectly sweet, bursting with flavour in your mouth. You did make Erik eat alongside you, feeling awkward just eating by yourself, but he insisted you eat the last blueberry.

“Damn, Erik, that was so good!” you groaned, flopping on your back onto the pillows, “you should cook breakfast more often!”

Erik just laughed, placing the tray on the floor and pushing it back out of the way. You turned your head to face him as he rolled onto his side, propping his head up his hand. Hmm bicep flex. Nice. Erik grinned as your hand reached out to stroke his arm, unable to help yourself, but there was something strange in his expression…

“You could have this all the time if you moved in with me,” Erik said faux-casually, the hope in his eyes betraying him.

Your breath caught in your throat, your hand involuntarily squeezing down on his bicep in shock. Erik smiled down at you for your reaction, but you could see that the smile was nervous. That was a big step. But a good step. And a step you so desperately wanted to take. But…

“You think we’re ready after only two years of dating?” you asked, hesitant.

Erik nodded so vigorously he reminded you of a bobblehead figure, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Fuck, yeah, move in with me Y/N. I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you to move in here smoothly but fuck it – I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night. I want to come back from roadtrips and know that you’ll be waiting here for me. I want to make this a home with you,” Erik said seriously.

Oh god. This man was so sweet. How did you get so lucky?

Tears filled your eyes, and Erik froze, until a smile spread across your face.

“Yeah, babe, I’ll move in,” you said happily.

Erik whooped, punching a fist in the air, making you laugh loudly. He rolled on top of you, pressing kisses into your neck, and you shrieked as his stubble scraped across your skin, only fuelling him on further. The quick kisses turned slower, wetter, until he was kissing down your body, only pausing briefly to whip your strap top over your head. His thumbs briefly brushed against your nipples, causing you to whimper, which Erik only smirked at before his kisses continued their path down.

“Happy anniversary to me,” Erik growled, tugging your pyjamas shorts down your legs, helping you kick them off.

You just inhaled sharply as he roughly pushed your legs up to your chest, moving to press kisses from your knee down your inner thigh, until he…

“Erik!”

~~~~~

Normandale Lake Park had quickly become one of your favourite places in Bloomington, MN. The first time Erik had taken you there, during the first time he’d introduced you to his parents, you’d fallen in love with the peace and tranquillity of it. So every year now when the two of you visited in the summer, you’d made an effort to spend some time there with him as a tradition of sorts.

And this year was no different.

The two of you had gotten up fairly early, Erik having wanted to have brunch in a little spot by the river that he liked, and had insisted that all you needed to do was get yourself ready. Not that you were complaining. It wasn’t like you were going to say no to Erik spoiling you with breakfast.

Soon enough the two of you were walking towards where Erik wanted to set up the blanket, his mom having sent you out of the door with a thermos of coffee and a huge hug, the biggest smile on her face. You knew she loved how much Erik adored you, especially since you made no effort to hide how much you adored him in return. How could you not? The man you loved was single-handedly setting up a picnic blanket and picnic basket to spend a quiet morning with you. What could get cuter than that?

“I prepared a few things today, I hope that’s okay?” Erik said, a little awkward.

Strange man.

“Of course it is – why would I complain?” you laughed.

Erik snorted. “I know carbs are always a winner with you, but I put together a few other bits too,”

Well now you were intrigued.

You watched as your boyfriend pulled out box after box from the basket, everything from croissants to strawberries to bacon sandwiches, finishing with a bottle of prosecco. What the hell?

“Damn, Erik. What is all this?” you said, slightly shocked.

Not that you didn’t appreciate this incredible spread of food, but it really wasn’t what you and Erik normally did…

“I just…I wanted to do something special. For you. For us,” Erik mumbled.

You just smiled, getting the feeling that he wasn’t quite finished. Erik sighed, laughing softly.

“You always know how to read my mind, don’t you? You know me better than I know myself sometimes. Even from the moment I met you, I knew you were special. And I was right,”

Your breath caught in your throat as Erik trailed off, reaching out to hold your hand, and your heart started beating even faster. Was he really…

“I know that I’m not perfect, and I know that I have flaws. But you make me want to be the best version of myself, be the best that I can be in every aspect of my life. And with you in my world, I feel I can take on any challenge, I feel I can handle any situation. My heart is yours 100% and I don’t want to even think about living a moment without you by my side. I love you so so much. Will you marry me?”

Tears filled your eyes as Erik moved to kneel on one knee, pulling a ring out of his pocket. This was everything you’d ever hoped for, and with the man of your dreams – there was only one answer.

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you!” you gasped.

The biggest smile you’d ever seen spread across Erik’s lips, and as he slid the ring onto your finger, tears ran down your cheeks. Oh wow. Oh wow. The ring was perfect – a simple square diamond on a study platinum band, delicate but classy, and it fit just right. Holy shit you were a lucky woman.

“I love you, Erik,” you whimpered, pulling him down to kiss you, strawberries be damned.

Erik laughed shakily into your mouth, kissing you over and over and over again, until the two of you were laughing and crying too hard to continue. So you sat upright, wiping your cheeks dry and leaning into his chest as he sat behind you, admiring the ring on your left hand with a smile. Wow.

“Your mom knew, huh,” you murmured, thinking back to the smile she’d sent you off with this morning.

“Yeah, she knew I was going to attempt a proposal today at least,” he laughed.

“Anyone else?”

Erik nodded. “My dad. Gabe too, he went shopping with me. Maybe Mel? Also your mom and dad,”

“My parents?” you asked, shocked, twisting to look up at him.

He just smiled. “Yeah, I asked your dad’s permission. Had to do things right,”

How could you not kiss him for that?

~~~~~

The box in your hands looked pretty simple, a small plain square, but it was going to change your life. In it was the gift you had prepared to welcome your husband home, with some news that you had been hoping for since you’d gotten married last year.

You’d felt off for weeks, but you’d initially put it down to a bad hangover from NYE (you were over 30 now, these things happened), and then to some bad sushi that Cale’s girlfriend had suggested (never again!). But then it became something you couldn’t ignore, and all of your instincts had been correct.

And you’d found out for certain while Erik was away with the team for the first road trip of the New Year. You’d enlisted Mel’s help to come up with a fun way to tell him, swearing her to secrecy of course, and she’d been more than happy to help.

And now here you were, waiting on the sofa for Erik to arrive home.

As soon as you heard the key turning in the lock, you slid the box under the sofa, jumping to your feet to greet him properly.

“Hey, babe,” you grinned, throwing your arms around him.

“Hey,” Erik mumbled, sighing as he hugged you back.

Ouch. It hadn’t been a great trip, you had to admit, 2 losses and one OT win that was a hard fight, but Erik had played his ass off and you were proud of him.

“I missed you,” you said softly, raising your head for a kiss.

Erik managed a smile, kissing you as you’d silently requested. The kiss stayed slow and soft, only a little light tongue, but it still sent shivers down your spine. Eventually you broke away, and Erik was smiling a bit more genuinely now. Good.

“Sofa?” you suggested.

Erik just shrugged, following behind you. Hopefully the news you had for him would cheer him up. Hopefully. As you sat down, Erik pulled you tightly against his side, kissing you a bit more firmly, and you couldn’t help but melt into his arms, sliding your hands around his neck. I love you I love you I love you. You didn’t know how long you stayed kissing for, the embrace going from slow to fast and intense to slow again, but when you broke away for air your body was tingling. Damn.

“Hey, I have something for you,” you said suddenly, breaking the moment. You wanted to tell him before you broke your nerve.

Erik huffed a laugh, slumping back into the sofa cushions next to you.

“Sure, go for it,” he nodded.

You bit your bottom lip at his indifference. Hopefully you’d get more of a response than that. So you pulled the small box out from under the sofa where you’d hidden it, passing it to Erik silently. He raised an eyebrow at you, but you just shrugged, smiling at him. Erik smiled softly back at you, pulling off the lid.

But then he just looked down at the contents with a frown, clearly confused.

“You got me…my own jersey?” he asked, looking back at you.

You just laughed, shaking your head. You had folded it purposefully to only show his number, but you hadn’t thought he would just stop there.

“Pull it out babe,” you prompted, not saying anything further.

Erik pouted but turned back to the box, and did so. But then he froze at the tiny jersey in his hands.

“Daddy?” he murmured, his voice cracking as he read the name.

Then he whipped his head towards you, eyes desperate, and you grinned.

“I’m…daddy?”

You just burst out laughing, making him blush. But the hope in his eyes hadn’t dimmed at all.

“Yeah Erik, you’re daddy,” you nodded, laying a hand on your stomach where the smallest of bumps was forming.

Your eyes widened as Erik choked out a noise that sounded like a sob, but shrieked with laughter as he launched himself forward, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pressed kisses all over your face.

“Erik!” you giggled, batting at his hands half-heartedly.

Erik just pressed a firm kiss to your lips, making you sigh and melt into his grasp. When he pulled away, he had tears in his eyes, making you tear up as well.

“You’re pregnant? How far along?” he murmured, eyes glancing down to your stomach.

You smiled, moving one of his hands to press where he was looking, knowing that was what he wanted.

“About two months. Would’ve been early November, the doctor said,” you admitted.

Erik huffed out a breath, eyes still full of tears, making you laugh.

“Happy tears?” you asked hopefully.

“So happy,” he nodded quickly, “happy tears, happy news, happy surprise,”

You couldn’t help but to smile, leaning up to kiss him again, Erik kissing you back desperately. Whatever surprises the future would hold, you knew you could handle anything thrown at you, as long as you had him by your side.

#fic rec #erik johnson #erik johnson fic #erik johnson imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine #i hope you like this!#5+1 #5+1 fic

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Players who like an especially curvy girl

I had to think a little extra on this one tbh

e.johnson, k.hayes, j.skinner, c.coyle, pl.dubois, m.tkachuk, c.parayko

#i'm drunk so ask me anything!#Anonymous

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✩ masterlist ✩

full length: ♦ blurb: ♣ smut: ♠ headcanon: ♥

anaheim ducks

arizona coyotes

boston bruins

buffalo sabres

↠ hair {j.skinner} ♣

calgary flames

carolina hurricanes

chicago blackhawks

colorado avalanche

↠ sunrise {t.barrie} ♣

↠ birthday {t.jost} ♣

↠ cooking {e.johnson} ♣

colombus blue jackets

↠ breathe {j.anderson} ♣

dallas stars

detroit red wings

edmonton oilers

florida panthers

los angeles kings

↠ there’s a reason {a.kempe} ♦

↠ shopping {a.kempe} ♣

minnesota wild

montreal canadiens

nashville predators

new jersey devils

new york islanders

↠ strangers {m.barzal} ♦

↠ coffee- small continuation of strangers {m.barzal} ♣

new york rangers

↠ thesis {k.hayes} ♣

↠ pillow talk {k.kreider} ♣

ottawa senators

philadelphia flyers

pittsburgh penguins

san jose sharks

st louis blues

tampa bay lightning

toronto maple leafs

↠ cologne {f.andersen} ♣

vancouver canucks

vegas golden knights

washington capitals

↠ don’t let me know {t.wilson} ♦

↠ rivers and roads {a.burakovsky} ♦

winnipeg jets

↠ tea {j.morrissey} ♣

#masterlist #this took so. damn. long.#i haven't even written that much but still lol

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The Daily Snitch - Weekend Edition, March 19, 2017

Harry Potter – Actors and Movies: • Happy Birthday! Harry Melling (Dudley Dursley). • Katie Leung (Cho Chang) stars in the play Snow in Midsummer at the Swan Theatre. (theatre review) • Imelda Staunton (Dolores Umbridge) in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf to be broadcast live on March 18th. • Catching up with Rupert Grint (Ron Weasley): summary of several recent interviews. • Emma Watson (Hermione Granger) talks about Beauty and the Beast (with kittens). • James and Oliver Phelps (George and Fred Weasley), Evanna Lynch (Luna Lovegood), and Jason Isaacs (Lucius Malfoy) talk about what they think their characters were doing in the 19 years between the Battle of Hogwarts and the Epilogue. • The Leaky Cauldron's Review of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone in Concert. • Universal Studios Japan announced a Magical Nighttime Show for the Wizarding World of Harry Potter theme park. Fantastic Beasts – Actors and Movies: • Eddie Redmayne in Early Man trailer and Studio Tour visit with Dan Fogler. (videos) • Fantastic Beasts wins 4 Three Empire Film Awards including Best Actor for Eddie Redmayne. • Print error in U.S. Hogwarts Library editions of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them explained in statement by Scholastic Publishing. Copies with the print error can be exchanged. Prompt Challenges: • hogwarts365 posted Prompt #184 (due on or before March 25): Coretta Scott King quote, On Stage and Scar. Communities: • dracotops_harry made a Mod Post: submissions for the Draco tops Harry Fest are due today! • The Birthday Card Comment Kink Challenge at daily_deviant is now open. Masterlists and Weekly Round-ups: • hp_getlucky posted the Week One Round up of the Harry Potter Get Lucky Fest. • hp_goldenage posted the Week Two Wrap-up of the Salt and Pepper Fest. • hogwarts365 posted the Prompt #183 Masterlist. Editor's Choice Rec: • Don't Like Don't Read by e.johnson (Harry/Draco | G | comic) Summary: In which the author thinks too hard about the favourite son of the Harry Potter slash scene. Warnings for gross nostalgia, jokes. Fandom Recs: • candamira recced three Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy fanworks, two fics (NC-17, PG-13) and art (G). • capitu recced eight Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy fics (all NC-17, BDSM and Kinky Fic 2). • @elizabethminkel recced a Remus Lupin/Sirius Black fic (PG-13). • @elizabethminkel recced a Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy fic (R). • kellychambliss recced a Minerva McGonagall/Severus Snape fic (PG). • themightyflynn recced Madam Rosmerta/Severus Snape art (G). • themightyflynn recced Lucius, Narcissa & Draco art (gen). • toblass recced Hermione Granger/Severus Snape fic and art (R). Searches: • NEW daily_snitch is looking for your recs (fic, art, podfic, meta ...) for the Special Edition: Newt Scamander. Resources: • Schedule of Upcoming Events from March 19 to 25 at potterfests. • The SS/HP Prophet from March 12 to 18. • Media References to Fanfiction for the week ending March 18, 2017. Discussions: • Dramione Character Traps: Harry Potter by Kris. (MuggleNet) Essay/Meta: • Harry Potter and the Chosen Ones: Katniss Everdeen by Nathalia. (MuggleNet) Nifty: • Jim Kay, the illustrator of the (new editions of the) Harry Potter books, has been nominated for the Kate Greenaway Medal. Community Spotlight: ♥ femmefest – HP Femmeslash Fest The community is the home of the official Harry Potter Femmeslash Exchange, which has been taking place since 2009 – this year is round #9. For Femmefest, all main relationships must be female/female. No crossovers, no gen, and no genderswap is allowed. Male characters are permitted as side characters and in secondary pairings. Threesomes (or more) are allowed as long as all of the participating characters are female. Posting this year starts May 8, you may sign-up here. Please send your fandom news to the Daily Snitch.

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Ήταν μια εικονική φιγούρα των ‘70’s, ο star του «Bullitt», του «Πεταλούδα», της «Υπόθεσης Τhomas Crown», των «Και οι επτά ήταν υπέροχοι». Όμορφος, ταλαντούχος, σκοτεινός, αντι-ήρωας. Ερωτικός, ανασφαλής, μοναχικός, απρόβλεπτος. Περίπλοκος.

1. Αν δεν γινόταν ηθοποιός, θα ήταν παράνομος

Στ’αλήθεια, είναι απορίας άξιο το πώς ο Terrence Steven ΜcQueen, από το Beech Grove της Ιndiana, κατέληξε στο Hollywood, και όχι σε κανά κελί φυλακής. Η παιδική του ηλικία ήταν φριχτή. Ο πατέρας του -ένας stuntman σε κάποιο νούμερο τσίρκου με μηχανές- τον παράτησε όταν ήταν μόλις 6 μηνών στην άφραγκη και αλκοολική μητέρα του, που, με τη σειρά της, πότε τον ξεχνούσε σε βολικούς παππούδες και γιαγιάδες, και πότε τον έπαιρνε κοντά της, για να ζήσει με τους «σπιτωμένους» εραστές της που τον έδερναν και τον κακοποιούσαν. Πριν καν κλείσει τα 12 ο Steve είχε μπλέξει με συμμορίες, μικροκλοπές, ληστείες αυτοκινήτων και πριν από τα 16 του μπαινόβγαινε στα αναμορφωτήρια.

Όταν ήταν αρκετά μεγάλος για να ζήσει μόνος του, το ΄σκασε. Δούλεψε ως ναυτικός, ως παιδί για τα θελήματα σε οίκο ανοχής, ως εργάτης σε πετρελαιοπηγή, ως πωλητής και μηχανικός αυτοκινήτων Οι κακές γλώσσες του Hollywood και κάποιες απαγορευμένες βιογραφίες, λένε πως, ανάμεσα στα άλλα, έκανε και «ψωνιστήρι» στους δρόμους. Ή, τον συνοδό -με νοικιασμένο σμόκιν- ώριμων, πλούσιων κυριών…

2. Υπηρέτησε στους πεζοναύτες

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Στα 17 του, κατατάχθηκε στους πεζοναύτες, στα τεθωρακισμένα. Παρότι πήρε γρήγορα τα γαλόνια του, ο ατίθασος, απείθαρχος χαρακτήρας του έγινε αιτία να τον «ξηλώσουν» επτά φορές. Άλλη μια φορά, πήρε άδεια για το Σαββατοκύριακο και εξαφανίστηκε για κανα δυό βδομάδες, αγκαλιά με το κορίτσι του. Όταν τον έπιασαν, πέρασε 41 μέρες στην απομόνωση.

Από κει, βγήκε αναμορφωμένος -μάλιστα παρασημοφορήθηκε επειδή κάποτε έσωσε τη ζωή πέντε στρατιωτών, σε μια επικίνδυνη άσκηση. Κατέληξε, στην «τιμητική φρουρά των επιλέκτων» που φρουρούσαν το γιότ του προέδρου Harry Truman.

3. Γνώριζε πολεμικές τέχνες

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Παρότι ποτέ δεν έκανε επίδειξη της δεξιοτεχνίας του on screen, ήταν φίλος με τον Chuck Norris και τον Bruce Lee και γυμναζόταν μαζί τους. Έμαθε Tang Soo Do, από τον κάτοχο μαύρης ζώνης εννέα νταν Pat E.Johnson. Επίσης, ακολουθούσε καθημερινά ένα δίωρο πρόγραμμα σκληρής άσκησης, με τρέξιμο και βάρη.

4. Έζησε στα άκρα

Έπινε σαν νεροφίδα, κάπνιζε τρία πακέτα τσιγάρα την ημέρα, οι δε ποσότητες των drugs που κατάπινε, κατά καιρούς «θα μπορούσαν να σκοτώσουν και ελέφαντα». Σύμφωνα με όσα έχει δηλώσει ο γνωστός φωτογράφος William Claxton, ο McQueen κάπνιζε μαριχουάνα σχεδόν κάθε μέρα, ενώ στα ‘70’s ξεκίνησε τη χρήση LSD και κοκαϊνης.

Παρ’όλα αυτά, πέθανε στα 50 του από καρδιακή προσβολή, στη διάρκεια εγχείρησης για να του αφαιρεθεί καρκίνωμα από την κοιλιακή χώρα. Μετά θάνατον, αποτεφρώθηκε και η στάχτη του σκορπίστηκε στον Ειρηνικό.

5. Κοιμήθηκε με εκατομμύρια γυναίκες. Αγάπησε μία.

Λάτρευε τις γυναίκες, σχεδόν όσο τις μισούσε. Ήθελε να του είναι πιστές, αλλά ο ίδιος υπήρξε «άντρας όλων των γυναικών». Δεν ήταν και δύσκολο -η τραχιά, αντρική του καλλονή, τα ξανθά μαλλιά, τα γαλάζια μάτια του μάζευαν γύρω του τα θηλυκά σαν παραζαλισμένες μέλισσες, η δε λίστα με τις κατακτήσεις του περιελαμβανε μερικές από τις ωραιότερες Hollywood stars: Αnn Margret, Judy Carne, Jacqueline Bisset, Mamie Van Doren, Saron Tate, Faye Dunaway, και -φυσικά- τη δεύτερη γυναίκα του Ali MacGraw, με την οποία το ’72, γνωρίστηκαν στο πλατό του «Τhe Getaway», όταν εκείνη ήταν ακόμα παντρεμένη με τον πανίσχυρο παραγωγό του φιλμ, Robert Evans. Όπως θα έλεγε εκείνη αργότερα, η έλξη ανάμεσά τους «ήταν τρομακτική».

Παντρεύτηκαν το 1973. Η Ali παράτησε την καριέρα της για χάρη του, γιατί ο ΜcQueen, προτιμούσε τη γυναίκα του, νοικοκυρά, στο σπίτι. Έμειναν μαζί σχεδόν επτά χρόνια. Χρόνια πάθους, που εναλλάσσονταν με τερατώδεις σκηνές βίας, μίνι χωρισμούς και καυγάδες, καθώς ο Steve δεν υπήρξε ποτέ πρότυπο συζύγου: έπινε, έπαιρνε ναρκωτικά, τριγύριζε με άλλες, τη ζήλευε φορτικά. «Όταν ήταν καλός, ήταν πολύ πολύ καλός, αλλά όταν ήταν κακός, ήταν φρικτός. Ήταν τρομερά ανασφαλής και επικίνδυνος».

Ο γάμος τους έληξε πανηγυρικά, όταν η Ali υπέγραψε για να παίξει σε μια ταινία του Peckinpah. O Steve, το θεώρησε προδοσία και την πέταξε στο δρόμο, χωρίς δολάριο στην τσέπη. Δεν συμφιλιώθηκαν ποτέ -ακόμα και στο νεκροκρέβατό του, ο McQueen αρνιόταν πεισματικά να την δει. Σύμφωνα πάντως με τον βιογράφο του, Marshall Terrill, η MacGraw ήταν η μόνη γυναίκα (σ.σ, τουλάχιστον από τις επίσημες τρείς συζύγους του) που ο ΜcQueen αγάπησε πραγματικά. Γι ‘αυτό δεν θέλησε να την ξαναδεί. Δεν άντεχε να δει στο βλέμμα της την παρακμή του…

6. Τον καταδίωκε ο Charles Manson

Φωτογραφία: ΑP

Κανονικά, ο McQueen, θα ήταν ένα από τα θύματα στο λουτρό αίματος στο Cielo Drive, το βράδυ που ο Charles Manson έσφαξε τη Saron Tate -ήταν άλλωστε και στην death list των celebrities του παρανοϊκού δολοφόνου. Απλώς πηγαίνοντας στο πάρτι, σταμάτησε να πιει ένα ποτό, συνάντησε μια φίλη και κατέληξαν στο κρεβάτι, σε κάποιο φτηνό μοτέλ.

Παρότι ο Manson και οι συνεργοί του, συνελήφθησαν και φυλακίστηκαν, ο αστικός μύθος λέει πως έκτοτε, ο McQueen δεν έφευγε ποτέ από το σπίτι του χωρίς το ρεβόλβερ του.

7. Ο φακός τον λάτρευε

Είχαν πει για κείνον πως «θα μπορούσε να παίζει ακόμα και με την πλάτη γυρισμένη στο φακό». Η μοναχική, απόμακρη, σκληρή, και ταυτόχρονα εύθραυστη φιγούρα του αρχετυπικού american hero που ενσάρκωσε, με πολύ λιτά εκφραστικά μέσα (σ.σ. ένα από τα πιο παλιά Hollywood jokes είναι το «μα στα αλήθεια ο Steve McQueen έπαιζε;»), είναι μέχρι σήμερα κλασική, τουλάχιστον όσο και τα κυνηγητά αυτοκινήτων στις ταινίες που έπαιξε.

Παρότι, μερικές φορές ακόμα και ο ίδιος έμοιαζε να παίρνει τον εαυτό του στα σοβαρά (σ.σ. είχε δηλώσει « δεν είμαι βέβαιος πως η υποκριτική είναι κάτι που θα ΄πρεπε να κάνει ένας ενήλικος άντρας»), το ταλέντο του γέμιζε τη μεγάλη οθόνη. Όσοι ισχυρίζονται το αντίθετο, προτιμούν να αγνοούν πως είχε σπουδάσει με υποτροφία στο Ηerbert-Bergoff Drama School, πως ήταν ο ένας από τους δύο υποψήφιους που έγιναν δεκτοί -μετά από οντισιόν σε 2.000 άτομα- στο περίφημο Lee Strasberg Actors’Studio.

8. Έπαιζε με όπλα και μηχανές

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Μηχανές, αυτοκίνητα, όπλα, γυναίκες -συνέλεγε όλα τα αγαπημένα toys for boys. Ικανότατος αναβάτης, είχε πάθος για την ταχύτητα -μάλιστα, στα ’50’ s όταν σπούδαζε, κέρδιζε το χαρτζιλίκι του, παίρνοντας μέρος, τα Σαββατοκύριακα σε αγώνες μοτοσικλετών. Με αυτά τα χρήματα, αγόρασε και την πρώτη του μηχανή. (σ.σ. όταν πέθανε η συλλογή του αριθμούσε περίπου 130 μοτοσικλέτες και αρκετά σπορ αυτοκίνητα). Κατά τα άλλα, είχε λάβει αρκετές φορές μέρος σε αγώνες, ημιεπαγγελματικά, είχε σχεδιάσει εξαρτήματα αγωνιστικών αυτοκινήτων στις δε ταινίες του έκανε τα περισσότερα από τα stunts, που αφορούσαν κυνηγητά με αυτοκίνητα ή μηχανές σε δρόμους -μεταξύ αυτών και το μεγαλύτερο μέρος των κλασικών σκηνών στο “Bullitt” και το “Τhe Great Escape”.

Mετά θάνατον, το 1999 έγινε δεκτός -τιμητικά- στο Μοtorcycle Hall of Fame.

9. Θα μπορούσε να γίνει ο Dirty Harry

Με την σύζυγό του Barbara Minty. Φωτογραφία: AP

Σε ελάχιστους ηθοποιούς η μη-φιλμογραφία τους συναγωνίζεται σε δόξα τις ταινίες που τελικά γύρισαν -πραγματικά κανείς δεν ξέρει, τι θα γινόταν αν ο Steve ΜcQueen είχε πει περισσότερα «ναι» από «όχι», όταν του πρότειναν σενάρια. Μεταξύ των ρόλων που αρνήθηκε ήταν αυτός του Peppard στο “Βreakfast at Tifanny’s” (σ.σ. τότε δεσμευόταν με άλλο συμβόλαιο), ένας από τους lead ρόλους στο “Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kid”, (σ.σ. δεν τα βρήκαν με το studio, για το ποιος θα έπαιρνε περισσότερα, ο Newman ή αυτός), ο ρόλος του Brando στο «Αποκάλυψη Τώρα», ο «Dirty Harry», ο «’Aνθρωπος από τη Γαλλία, το «Ocean΄s Eleven», ρόλοι στο «Ράμπο», τον «Σωματοφύλακα» (σ.σ. στην αρχική του εκδοχή με την Diana Ross ) και τις «Στενές επαφές τρίτου τύπου». Toν τελευταίο, επειδή -όπως είπε στον Steven Spielberg- δεν μπορούσε να κλάψει «κατά παραγγελία».

10. Είναι ακόμα style icon

Aκόμα και σήμερα, τριάντα χρόνια μετά το θάνατό του, o McQueen θεωρείται η επιτομή του cool machismo σε ό,τι αφορά το στυλ, το ντύσιμο, τα αξεσουάρ. Οτιδήποτε δικό του, από τα γυαλιά Persol που φορούσε στην υπόθεση Thomas Crown, μέχρι το περίφημο Βelstaff riding jacket (σ.σ. που ο θρύλος λέει πως για χάρη του έστησε κάποτε την Ali MacGraw, για να μείνει σπίτι και να το περάσει με κερί) την Porsche του ή τα ρολόγια του, θεωρούνται πλέον collector’s items, περιζήτητα στους κύκλους των συλλεκτών.

Tο 2012, το τετράγωνο, vintage Monaco 1133B Caliber 11 Automatic με το μπλε καντράν που φορούσε στις σκηνές της ταινίας «Le Mans» πουλήθηκε, σε δημοπρασία έναντι 651.000 ευρώ. Το 2005, η Ford χρησιμοποίησε ευρηματικότητα, φαντασία και κάμποσο diigital editing για να «ενθέσει» τον star, στο διαφημιστικό της, για τη νέα της Ford Mustang. Γιατί εκείνον; Οι εκπρόσωποι Τύπου της εταιρείας είπαν πως απλά, δεν υπήρχε «κανείς σαν τον McQueen γι΄αυτή τη δουλειά».

Στηβ ΜακΚουήν: Κοιμήθηκε με εκατομμύρια γυναίκες, αγάπησε μία

Ήταν μια εικονική φιγούρα των ‘70’s, ο star του «Bullitt», του «Πεταλούδα», της «Υπόθεσης Τhomas Crown», των «Και οι επτά ήταν υπέροχοι».

Στηβ ΜακΚουήν: Κοιμήθηκε με εκατομμύρια γυναίκες, αγάπησε μία

Στηβ ΜακΚουήν: Κοιμήθηκε με εκατομμύρια γυναίκες, αγάπησε μία Ήταν μια εικονική φιγούρα των ‘70’s, ο star του «Bullitt», του «Πεταλούδα», της «Υπόθεσης Τhomas Crown», των «Και οι επτά ήταν υπέροχοι».

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things that make me emotional ✨

#gabriel landeskog #erik johnson #colorado avalanche #avs lb #g.landeskog #e.johnson #mine*

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1. Αν δεν γινόταν ηθοποιός, θα ήταν παράνομος

2. Υπηρέτησε στους πεζοναύτες

Φωτογραφία: AP

3. Γνώριζε πολεμικές τέχνες

Φωτογραφία: AP

4. Έζησε στα άκρα

5. Κοιμήθηκε με εκατομμύρια γυναίκες. Αγάπησε μία.

6. Τον καταδίωκε ο Charles Manson

Φωτογραφία: ΑP

7. Ο φακός τον λάτρευε

8. Έπαιζε με όπλα και μηχανές

Φωτογραφία: Getty Images-Ideal Image

Mετά θάνατον, το 1999 έγινε δεκτός -τιμητικά- στο Μοtorcycle Hall of Fame.

9. Θα μπορούσε να γίνει ο Dirty Harry

Με την σύζυγό του Barbara Minty. Φωτογραφία: AP

10. Είναι ακόμα style icon

Στηβ ΜακΚουήν: Κοιμήθηκε με εκατομμύρια γυναίκες, αγάπησε μία

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1. Αν δεν γινόταν ηθοποιός, θα ήταν παράνομος

2. Υπηρέτησε στους πεζοναύτες

Φωτογραφία: AP

3. Γνώριζε πολεμικές τέχνες

Φωτογραφία: AP

4. Έζησε στα άκρα

5. Κοιμήθηκε με εκατομμύρια γυναίκες. Αγάπησε μία.

6. Τον καταδίωκε ο Charles Manson

Φωτογραφία: ΑP

7. Ο φακός τον λάτρευε

8. Έπαιζε με όπλα και μηχανές

Φωτογραφία: Getty Images-Ideal Image

Mετά θάνατον, το 1999 έγινε δεκτός -τιμητικά- στο Μοtorcycle Hall of Fame.

9. Θα μπορούσε να γίνει ο Dirty Harry

Με την σύζυγό του Barbara Minty. Φωτογραφία: AP

Σε ελάχιστους ηθοποιούς η μη-φιλμογραφία τους συναγωνίζεται σε δόξα τις ταινίες που τελικά γύρισαν -πραγματικά κανείς δεν ξέρει, τι θα γινόταν αν ο Steve ΜcQueen είχε πει περισσότερα «ναι» από «όχι», όταν του πρότειναν σενάρια. Μεταξύ τ��ν ρόλων που αρνήθηκε ήταν αυτός του Peppard στο “Βreakfast at Tifanny’s” (σ.σ. τότε δεσμευόταν με άλλο συμβόλαιο), ένας από τους lead ρόλους στο “Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kid”, (σ.σ. δεν τα βρήκαν με το studio, για το ποιος θα έπαιρνε περισσότερα, ο Newman ή αυτός), ο ρόλος του Brando στο «Αποκάλυψη Τώρα», ο «Dirty Harry», ο «’Aνθρωπος από τη Γαλλία, το «Ocean΄s Eleven», ρόλοι στο «Ράμπο», τον «Σωματοφύλακα» (σ.σ. στην αρχική του εκδοχή με την Diana Ross ) και τις «Στενές επαφές τρίτου τύπου». Toν τελευταίο, επειδή -όπως είπε στον Steven Spielberg- δεν μπορούσε να κλάψει «κατά παραγγελία».

10. Είναι ακόμα style icon

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1. Αν δεν γινόταν ηθοποιός, θα ήταν παράνομος

2. Υπηρέτησε στους πεζοναύτες

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3. Γνώριζε πολεμικές τέχνες

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4. Έζησε στα άκρα

5. Κοιμήθηκε με εκατομμύρια γυναίκες. Αγάπησε μία.

6. Τον καταδίωκε ο Charles Manson

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7. Ο φακός τον λάτρευε

8. Έπαιζε με όπλα και μηχανές

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Mετά θάνατον, το 1999 έγινε δεκτός -τιμητικά- στο Μοtorcycle Hall of Fame.

9. Θα μπορούσε να γίνει ο Dirty Harry

Με την σύζυγό του Barbara Minty. Φωτογραφία: AP

10. Είναι ακόμα style icon

Στηβ ΜακΚουήν: Κοιμήθηκε με εκατομμύρια γυναίκες, αγάπησε μία

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