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misharoux · 6 months

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Guys, I need you to know. I have this one lens that's fixed (which means no zooming in OR out) and yesterday...Victor Hedman got, um, close...

See?

Eek

okay

#tampa bay lightning #picture i took #victor hedman #reverse #hedman pout #blep #well close for it

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swissboyhisch · 10 months

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WAG Meetings

Pairing: Steven Stamkos x Reader

Summary: After it's confirmed that the boys will go to playoffs for another season, the WAGs have a meeting to discuss the most exciting part. WAG Jackets.

Word Count: 1025

Warnings: I predict a lot of inaccuracies about playoff planning and that. Kids. Bad flow.

A/N: I personally love this but I'm not sure how good it is.

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On the 1st of April, you and the other partners of Tampa Bay Lightning gathered at your home in Tampa to watch as your boys clinched a playoff spot for the 2022-2023 season. That signalled the start of the playoff prep for you. It was to be your tenth postseason. Your tenth playoff run experience. However, this was your ninth as the Captain’s partner. That also meant creating your ninth playoff jacket.

The day after the clinch, the girls came over again. The boys were on a road trip giving you all the space you could need to start the prep. You organised a brunch while you organised this year’s WAG jacket. You weren't the captain's partner the first year you were involved in a WAG jacket creation. But now you lead the charge. Luckily you have experience by now.

You finished setting up the large charcuterie board on the coffee table in the lounge room. All the extra chairs and bean bags were set up for everyone. Everything was set up for adults and kids, including food and drinks.

“Mama!”

Speaking of kids, your son came running up to you. Ever the twin of his father, his blonde hair was a mess. “What’s wrong, kiddo?”

“Dadda?”

“Dadda is at work.” The pout that graced his face was heartwrenching. One that you knew all too well. “He’ll be home tomorrow.”

The doorbell echoed through the house. Kiddo squirmed in your arms, making you put him down. He sprinted to the door and jumped, trying to reach the door handle. You couldn’t hold back the chuckle at the sight. You came up behind him, opening the door to reveal Sanna holding Rio—Kiddo’s best friend.

Sanna Hedman has been your best friend since she and Victor arrived in Tampa in 2009. You two quickly gravitated towards each other as you were close in age and relatively new to Tampa. You had arrived only the season before. Sanna was your alternate captain, helping you organise many events for the girls. And it also meant both your kids, born only months apart, are best friends like their parents.

“Rio!” Kiddo squeals.

You two laughed at your boys hugging before speeding into the house, straight to the playroom downstairs set up for the kids. Sanna, with a bag of bottles of champagne in her arms, followed you through to the kitchen. The pair of you flitted around the kitchen, ensuring everything was ready. A tray of mimosas was poured, ready for the girls to arrive.

“Here,” Sanna grins as she hands you a mimosa and sits beside you at the kitchen counter.

“To another playoff run,” You grin.

Sanna laughs happily, “Cheers. Another year of playoff fun.”

Over the next ten minutes, you welcomed other women and kids into your home like many times before. Soon you were all settled into the lounge room—everyone with a drink. You had a seat near the tv where the PowerPoint you created last night after everyone left the watch party. It had all sorts of slides discussing styles, colours, and fabrics. Everything that is needed for the jackets and more.

Cece came and sat on the other side of you. She was one of the newer WAGs in the group. The young woman was the long-term partner for Ross Colton, the young centre on the team. She couldn’t contain her excitement. “I can’t believe it.”

“Your first WAG jacket,” Senna smiled, who was next to you as she would be helping you with the presentation.

The pair of you had taken the young woman into your close-knit group. You two, Tiff (Kilhorn’s partner) and Ana Kucherov, were all very close. The leaders of the group, if you will. But as a whole, all the women were close.

“Welcome all to the 2023 WAG Playoffs meeting.”

The girls all cheered and clapped. It was a big thing for your boys, and all of you were excited about another playoff run. For a couple of new girls within the group, it was their first playoff experience. But like every year you’ve had this meeting, everyone’s emotions were at an all-time high.

“We will be starting off with our jackets, as I want to be able to send them off to the designer tomorrow.”

“When will they be ready?” Cece questioned.

Sanna grins, “Most likely around two weeks.”

“Since I became captain’s partner, we’ve been working with the designer Jenna Jetta, a Jacksonville-based designer. This is the ninth postseason we’ll be working with her. Jenna only works with Lightning. Senna and I will go to Jacksonville this weekend to see the test jacket.”

It took a lot of talking, going back and forth between everyone, but you all finally agreed on a design—a black leather jacket with neon blue lightning around the bottom. Then on the back, there was the player’s number and their signature. On the front had the team logo and the partner’s name. And on the collar, they had little flags, one on each end, representing the two players.

Each girl had little personal things on the jacket as well. They could choose little embroidery details to add. You had chosen to add your son’s name and your and Steven’s hometown on the sleeve cuffs.

“Now we’ve finished the design of the WAG jackets; it’s time to discuss round one. It’s already confirmed the boys will be against the Leafs for the first round.”

Senna hummed in agreement. “It’s been announced games one and two are in Toronto. For those wanting to travel, you are more than welcome. But if you don’t, Mrs Captain, Ana, and I plan someone to host a watch party for those two games at one of our houses.”

“Games three and four are home, meaning each player has a suite. We will be deciding at a later date who will have which suite,” You add on. After you had given everyone the rundown on the first round, it was time to conclude the official pre-playoff meeting. “Thank you for your involvement in this year’s playoff jacket design. I can’t wait to give them out at the pre-playoff dinner.”

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carey-pricemas · 7 years

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Twelve Hours- Brendan Gallagher

Ok so thank god for writing prompts because I had an idea, but couldn't remember it so... you get this! Enjoy!

Warning: cussing

Anon Request: Brendan Gallagher imagine! Cute and cudldy

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"Don't be mad" Brendan said.

Chances were that whatever he did, you were going to be mad.

"Oh my god. I've been gone less than 12 hours!"

"I know but it was just so cute!"

"....What was cute Brendan?" you asked wearily.

You had literally gotten on the airplane 12 hours ago to come visit your family for your mother’s birthday. You figured Brendan would be fine due to having hockey keeping him busy, but apparently you were wrong.

"Where's Alex or Beau?" you asked, rubbing your forehead. "They were supposed to watch you."

"They were there! They even agreed!"

"Ok why didn't I leave you in Shea or Carey's care is probably the better question."

"Babeeeeeeee" he whined.

"Ok fine. What did you think was cute?"

"Ok wait hold on." You sighed, but pulled the phone away from your ear in confusion as the call ended. Not even a minute later, you received a FaceTime call from Brendan. You answered it, afraid of what you were going to see.

"Hey babe" he said grinning.

"What the fuck happened to your face?" you asked in horror. Brendan's hand immediately came up to his swollen lip.

"Oh... I may have gotten a puck to the face in practice today" he said.

"Oh my god! Brendan! Twelve hours!" Brendan shrugged.

"Ok you want to see what's so cute we just had to have it?"

"Well it's certainly not your face" you said.

"Rude" Brendan said. "Ok close your eyes!"

"Bren...."

"Just trust me! You'll love it!" You heaved a deep sigh before closing your eyes. "Ok! Open them!" You opened your eyes and your worst fear had come to life.

Brendan Gallagher, your 24 year old boyfriend, a professional hockey player for the Montreal Canadiens... was holding a freaking puppy.

"Isn't it cute?!?" he asked. "His name's Roscoe!"

"Brendan... please tell me that's a stuffed animal."

"No! So we've been talking about getting a dog for a while now-"

"No, only you have been."

"-so I decided to surprise you and pick him up!"

"TWELVE HOURS BRENDAN" you yelled. "What are you going to do with him when you're at practice, huh? Or at your games?"

"Don't worry that's where you come in!"

"This is why I didn't want a dog Bren! We're not ready to be parents!"

"But I think I'm ready!" he said. "Plus this will be good practice for real kids!"

"Bren... as much as I love you... why in God's green Earth did you think bringing him home would be a good idea specifically when I said no?"

"Why aren't you happy about this?" Brendan pouted. "I adopted a dog (Y/N)! You should be excited!"

"I'm trying not to get back on a plane and kill you" you said calmly. You looked at the black and brown bundle of fur in Brendan's arms and sighed.

It was really cute.

"Brendan..."

"He reminded me of you" he blurted. "He was all soft and snuggly like you are when you wake up! And his fur matches your hair color! And he'll keep you company while I'm away on trips! And-"

"Brendan" you sighed.

"One more thing promise! And when he gets bigger, we'll be ready for kids and I know I'll be able to go on road trips and have someone there to protect you both."

Well fuck if that didn't break you.

"Fine" you sighed. "But it better be well on its way to being housebroken when I get home."

"A third of the way there already!" he replied. You rolled your eyes and Brendan brought the phone closer to the dog, letting him sniff the device. "Say hi mommy!" Brendan picked up one of his paws and waved it at you. You laughed and soon Brendan’s face was centered in the frame. "Love you."

"Love you too, even when I'm only gone for twelve hours and you do stupid shit like this."

"Language! We have a child now!" You rolled your eyes.

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Ok so there wasn't cuddling but it was cute so I hope it was ok anon! Let me know what you guys thought! Up next: Willy Nylander smut or Victor Hedman for all!

#brendan gallagher #gally #montreal canadiens #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

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misharoux · 15 days

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