A Fruit Basket or Something (Morgan Reilly)

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Request:  Could you do an imagine where Sidney Crosby sets you up with Morgan Rielly??

A/N: Previously posted on my main blog tyzerman91.

Word Count: 1366

Warnings: Language

“Tell me again why you dragged me to this?” You questioned. You stumbled over the long dress. With a huff, you pulled it up so you wouldn’t trip.

“Because you’re my best friend, (Y/) and I needed a date,” Sid said wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “And because there is someone I want you to meet.”

“Seriously, Sid, you’re insane.” You hit his shoulder.

You walked into the charity event. This year the NHL was hosting an event to raise money for a children’s hockey program. Even though you thoroughly disliked getting dressed up, you had to admit it was pretty well put together and it was for the kids so you didn’t complain. Much. Sid had donated some signed hockey equipment and a jersey.

You had expected him to slowly make his rounds before going to sit down. But no, he clearly had other plans. He was basically dragging you along. He came to an abrupt stop and you gave him a ‘what the hell’ look.

“(Y/N), this is Morgan Reilly. He plays for Toronto.” Sid was up to something. “Reilly, this is my best friend (Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you, Morgan.” You smiled. He was taller than Sid by a few inches and had the most amazing blue eyes.

Not A Goon (Kris Letang)

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Request:  May I request a tanger imagine. Thanks. :)

A/N: previously posted on my main blog tyzerman91

Word Count: 1260

Warnings: Language

“You a Pittsburg fan?” “More of a Leafs fan.” “Well, no one’s perfect.”

Watching Kris fight never got easier. Some were less hard to watch, but never easy. Tonight the Penguins were playing your home team and you knew, you just knew a fight was going to break out. The Penguins still high on the Championship win and the Leaf, with their hoard of rookies.

You’d begged Kris before the game to avoid a fight. He wouldn’t listen.

“Just, try to keep out of it.” You half asked, half demanded. “(Y/N), I’ve told you. I don’t get a choice.” Kris sighed. “You have a choice.” You snap. “You’re still healing from the fight two weeks ago. Don’t be stupid, Kris.”

We’ll Wait (Tyler Seguin)

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Request:  Could you do imagine where you tell Tyler you don’t want to have sex till you’re married and you’re scared for his reaction?

A/N: Previously posted on my main blog tyzerman91

Word Count: 1208

Warnings: None

It started with a simple follow. You posted an Instagram photo of a rubber duck. You captioned it “What exactly is the fiction of a rubber duck? Tyler Seguin knows.”

It was probably the nerdiest thing you have ever posted. It went viral. The next morning, not only had Jamie Benn liked the photo but so did Tyler. Tyler also followed you.

jamiebenn14: (Y/N) know’s whats up @tseguin92 tseguin92: o.o how’d she find out

Tyler liked photos back to the start of your account. Over three years worth. Then he followed you on twitter. Then snapchat.

The hockey fan in you went crazy. It wasn’t Steve Yzerman, but still. Not that he had any type of social media. The rational part of you was wary. You knew the stories. You’ve seen the photos. You wanted to believe, more than anything, that he wasn’t the fuck boy he appeared to be. But even rumors have some truth.

For months, you avoided meeting him. He offered tickets to home games and when you politely refused, he asked if you wanted to catch a football game or baseball game. You told him no, you weren’t a fan. But thank you anyway.

How You Get The Girl (Tyler Seguin)

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Request:  Could you do a Tyler Seguin imagine where he meets you at the All Star game where you’re performing at? Maybe Jamie or another player introduces you?

A/N: Previously posted on my main blog tyzerman91

Word Count: 2392

Warnings: None

Song Credits: How You Get The Girl; Taylor Swift

You had been in your kitchen, in your pajamas eating cookie dough from the container when you got the call.  This year you would be performing at the NHL All Star Game. You spent the next fifteen minutes was spent dancing around your kitchen with your cat.

“Puck Mumma is going to perform at the All Star Game!” You say kissing his nose. “Do you wanna call Uncle Jamie with me?”

You open your mac and bring up Skype. Within a couple rings, Jamie’s face appears on the screen. “Puck!” He exclaims. “And (Y/N)! To what do I- Hold on.”

“Who are you talking to?” You hear in the background. “Uh no one Seggy.” Jamie replies. “Who’s Puck? Who’s (Y/N)?” “A cat. Leave me alone. I’m busy.” You hear Jamie yell. Then some shuffling before Jamie’s face returns to the screen.

Different Ice (Auston Matthews)

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Request:  Can you write an Auston Matthews imagine where you’re a figure skater who hates hockey and hockey players because they seem cocky and are constantly sleeping around but then you meet Auston and you don’t know he’s a hockey player and you guys hit it off. Then after a while he tells you he’s a hockey player (after the whole while you’ve been dating, you’ve complaining about them). Sorry if this is confusing but TIA.

A/N: Previously posted on my main blog tyzerman91 under the title “Auston Matthews (Request #2) and has since been given a title. Yay!

Word Count: 1320

Warnings: Language

The level of hate you have for hockey players is unreal. They think they own the freaking ice or something. Nothing was worse than trying to practice and dealing with hockey players leaving the rink. Except maybe when you were leaving and they were coming in.

“Great. The ice will be shit today.” You heard one of them say as you walked past. “It’s not even a real sport.”

You just shook your head and bit your tongue. It was useless to even try to fight. They weren’t smart enough to hold a conversation. You made your way to the coffee shop on the corner.

“Caramel macchiato, soy and a blueberry muffin.” You placed your order. You pay and turn around, bumping into the person behind you. “Oh, sorry.” “It’s alright.” He replied. You sidestepped him and picked your drink up. Finding a seat was easier than normal. There were actually open tables for once.

You’re My Fish (Auston Matthews)

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Request:  hi can I ask for Auston Matthews imagine please? where he picks a fight for no reason and then you’re mad so you go to stay at your place after a week you realized it’s Ema’s birthday (his mom) so you go over to help her make cake and stuff during that Ema tell you about how Auston mess up and then he walks in and you guys make up? Thank you so much❤️

A/N: Previously posted on my main blog tyzerman91

Word Count: 1390

Warnings: Language

“What do you mean, you don’t understand why I’m upset?” Auston asks running his hands through his hair. “I’m upset, no I’m pissed- furious, actually because there are random guys liking your photos on Instagram.”

“It’s public, Auston. Loads of random girls like your photos and you don’t see me getting all bent out of shape about it.” You sigh. Auston is only getting more upset, nothing you say is helping. All because some random guy liked a couple of your photos this morning. One of which was the sunrise and another was the ice before anyone skated on it. “You’re overreacting.”

“Overreacting? Overreacting?” Auston’s movements stop. “No overreacting would be telling you to make your Instagram private. Overreacting would be messaging that guy and telling him to fuck off. So no, I’m not overreacting!”

“If you refuse to have an adult conversation about this, then I’m leaving.” You give Auston a minute to process your words and to say something. He doesn’t. Not a word. But his face is still a mask of anger and his hands are in fists. “Call me when you stop being a spoiled brat.”

You put your jacket on and shut his door behind you. You really hoped he would follow you. Talk about the situation like rational human beings. But no. You made it to your car and got in. You drove the 15 minutes to your apartment. You checked your phone before getting out of the car. Nothing. Your friend sent you a message asking if you wanted to grab lunch tomorrow. But nothing from Auston.