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to see your face (i.)

gif credit: @werenski

Author’s Note: this is my first time writing self-insert, so please be kind and let me know what you think!! (seriously i crave validation/constructive criticism!! this is part one of many. thank you so much for taking the time to read!!

Summary: you’re a fashion blogger/model from NYC. so why would auston matthews, hockey player and saving grace of toronto hockey, follow you?

Warnings: alcohol, anxiety, thirst following, and copious amounts of love for annika boron!

Word Count: 2512

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Hi! Not yet, but soon. 

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I LOVE YOUR AUSTON MATTHEWS FIGURE SKATING THING. I like the beginning too because, as a figure skater, hockey players are the worst ( FYI I haven’t finished it yet I just got excited and had to tell you)

Awe, thank you! I’m so glad you like it! Now I’m excited because your excited and today is going to be a good day. 

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A Fruit Basket or Something (Morgan Reilly)

Requested: yes | no

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.

“You too.” He smiled back. You had to remind yourself to breathe. “So you’re the famous (Y/N) that Sid is always talking about. His description doesn’t do justice, you’re much prettier than he leads us to believe.”

“That’s Sid for you.” And suddenly it clicks. Sid is trying to set you up. What a little snot.

“I mean, I really just want to keep her cooking for myself. She’s the best cook I’ve ever met.” Sid laughs. “Just don’t tell my mom…or hers.”

“Anything is a step of from take-out. And his opinion is bias. He has to say it’s good, he’s my best friend.” You brush his comment off. Suddenly the air is thick.

“Oh hey, there’s Fleury. I’m going to go say hi.” Sid looks at you and Morgan. “You don’t mind keeping an eye on (Y/N), do you, Reilly?”

“Sidney.” You hiss.

“No, it’s cool. I don’t mind.” Morgan barely has time to finish before Sidney is practically running away.

“I’m sorry about him.” You sigh.

“Nah, don’t be.” Morgan waves your apology off. “I mean, he’s going to go talk with Fleury and I get to say with the pretty girl. I think I got the better end of the deal.”

…

“For the last time Sidney.” You stomp your foot.

“Ohhh, using the full name are we (Y/N).” He’s laughing. You roll your eyes.

“Seriously? Come on.” He doesn’t stop laughing. You growl in frustration. “You know what. Fine. Be that way.”

You drive yourself to the arena. Normally you would have ridden with Sid, but he’s being unreasonable today. There was a slight possibility you had a huge crush on Morgan. It didn’t start that way. But Sid left you alone at the NHL Gala that night and then proceeded to actually leave you there. Morgan offered to drive you home in exchange for your number.  And you guys might have kept in touch through text.

OK, so you were head over heels for the man and Sid found it hilarious. Claiming you needed to name your first child after him since he introduced you. And today you woke up to a room covered in Maple Leaf merchandise. Well, the joke is on him because they’re playing Toronto and tonight you’re wearing Morgan’s sweater. You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t wear your best friends’ sweater to a game.

You purchased a bottle of water and made your way to your permanent seat. Next to the Penguins bench at the glass. You cheered with the rest of the crowd when the teams took the ice. You watched the Penguins skate a couple laps before doing some pre-game drills. Malkin skated to a stop in front of you. He pointed to your sweater and then to the logo on his. You have him a smile with a shrug as to say “eh, you what can you do?”. He laughed and skated to Sid. You couldn’t make out what they were saying but Malkin pointed in your direction and Sid looked over.

He skated over and came to a stop about a foot from the glass. Which caused the rest of the team to take notice.

“What are you wearing?” He asked with a grin.

“Oh, this? Just something I found lying around.” You waved him off. The team was gathered at the glass, which was probably the coolest thing for the people sitting around you. You motioned for them to get back to work.

It was Auston Matthews who made his way over from the Leafs side to see what the commotion had been about. He spotted you and yelled for Morgan.  Who skated over confused.

“(Y/N)!” Morgan exclaimed.

“Hi, Morgan.” You waved. He pointed to your sweater than to his with a smile. “Yeah, I upgraded my collection.”

“44 looks good on you.” He said and skated away.

The Leafs won. It was an intense game that went to overtime. You’ve never been in the position where you wanted both teams to win and no one to fight. Normally you didn’t care as long as your Penguins were safe. You knew Morgan played defense, but it didn’t really come together that he’d be, well, in the line of fire…

Letang had tripped Auston, you hoped it was an accident but regardless it happened. He served his two minutes and Morgan was right there when he got out of the box. He dropped his gloves and tore into Letang.

“What the hell?!” You had screamed. They were both sent to the box. Letang with a 5-minute penalty and Morgan with 5 minutes for fighting and 2 for instigating.

Auston was the first Leaf to step out of the locker room.

“Hey, Matthews.” You greeted him. “Good game. Wicked goal in the second.”

“Thanks (Y/N). Morgan is getting chewed out, he’ll be out in just a second.”

“Hopefully Letang is too.” You laugh. He smiles.

You wait a solid 10 minutes. You’d almost given up when someone sits beside you.

“Uh, I’m sorry?” He mumbles.

“What?” You ask confused.

“For fighting. I know the Penguins are your team.”

“Can I be honest for a second?” He nods. “I was actually more worried about you.”

He smiles, a bruise forming on his cheek.

…

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): Are you coming?

(Y/N): Yes. For the millionth time Morgan, I am on my way.

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): Ok.

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): When will you be here?

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): I’ve missed you

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): Why are you answering me? Are you mad at me?

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): (Y/N)?

(Y/N): I’ve missed you too.

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): So are you almost here then?

…

“Damn it, Morgan Rielly, just fucking ask her.” You heard Auston yell.

“Really man, it’s been almost a year since Crosby introduced you. She’s stuck around this long.” Mitch added. “She’s clearly not going anywhere.”

“Who’s not going anywhere?” You ask walking into the room with a drink.

“And that’s our queue to leave. Good Luck.” Mitch said pulled Auston out the door.

“Morgan?”

“This, uh, shouldn’t come as a surprise but I really like you, (Y/N).”

“No kidding, I really like you too. I mean we’ve been friends for, what, almost a year now?” You sit down beside him.

“No, I really like you. Like, like you (Y/N).” His admission hit you in the face. “Oh God. You-“

“I really like, like you too.” You say softly. A grin makes its way across his face.

“So will you be mine? My girlfriend? Lady who I-“ He was rambling. You shut him up with a kiss. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes.” You both smile like fools and snuggle up on the couch.

“You know, we really should send Sid a fruit basket or something.” You say suddenly. Morgan pulls you closer and you both laugh.

“I’ll get right on that.”

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Not A Goon (Kris Letang)

Requested: yes | no

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.”

It was the second period when it happened. Crosby tripped Matthews, and the air in the arena changed. It was Martin who came out. You felt sick to your stomach.  You prayed Kris would just let Marin at Crosby. Not because you wanted him hurt, but because when it comes down to it, you’d rather it be him than Kris. You weren’t attached to Sid in the same way you were Kris.

But Kris is Kris and didn’t let that happen. Malkin was already in the box.

He was bleeding. They cleaned him up while he was serving his penalty. You had the rest of the second and all of the third period to get angry. And you were very angry. Normally you waited with the rest of WAG’s, but tonight you made your way to the locker room.

A few of the Leaf’s acknowledged you.

“You look pissed (Y/N).” Marner greets you. The kid is always happy. “Letang is going to get torn apart.” “Take it easy on him.” Matthews laughs. “This is the one time I’m happy to not be in his place.” “No promises.” You snap without meaning to.

“Shit, Letang (Y/N) is walking in and she looks pissed,” Phil yells into the locker room. “Yeah, maybe keep your gear on. She might kill you.”

“Clear out guys. 10 minutes.” Sidney orders. It takes only seconds before the entire locker room is empty, save for you and Kris.

“I fucking asked you.” You take a couple deep breaths. “You know, you know I hate when you fight. But I’ve never asked you to not do it.” “Babe.” He reaches out. “No. Don’t touch me.” You step back. “I’ve never asked you to let a fight go, even when watching you fight tears me apart. And the one time I do, because you’re still injured, you don’t fucking listen. Why? Do you like getting hit in the face? Do you enjoy it?” “Baby, I’m fine.” Kris stands. He’s still in his skates and gear. “No. You’re not fine.” You feel the tears spill over. “I thought I could do this. But I don’t think I can. I don’t think I can watch you fight. I can’t watch you put yourself, your health, your life on the line. I’m so sorry.” “(Y/N)? What are you saying?” Kris’ hand falls to his side.

You don’t answer. You can’t make yourself form the words.  So instead, you turn and walk out of the locker room without a word. Breaking your heart with each step. A strong hand wraps around your arm, forcing you to stop.

“No. You don’t get to leave like that.” Kris says softly. “I’m going to shower and change, then we will go home together. We’re going to talk. And then, after you’ve listened to what I have to say and I’ve heard what you want to say, then and only then if you still want to leave you can. I won’t stop you.”

…

You sit in his stall waiting for him to finish. Which he does in record time. 7 minutes after Sidney had cleared the locker room, Kris was fully dressed and wrapping an arm around you, leading you from the room to the car.

The ride is quiet. And not the quiet you’ve come to enjoy after a game when Kris is winding down. No, it’s the tense quiet that makes it impossible to relax.

The drive to Kris’ house takes much longer than usual. Game traffic is something that you don’t experience, seeing as you leave long after all the fans. You do eventually arrive home. Kris parks his car, get out and walks to your door opening it for you.

Kris sits on the sofa and motions for you to do the same. You sit in the chair.

“Alright. I understand.” Kris says but his eyes show hurt. “I’ll go first if that’s ok.” “Sure.” You say quietly. You don’t have anything to say. “I know you don’t like when I fight.” “You can say that again.” You mumble. “But sometimes, it’s just part of the game. I can’t just sit back and let guys on the other teams take cheap shots at my guys. If I did then it would open it. Guys would be laying our players out like rugs.” Kris is wringing his hands. “And yeah, normally that’s Malkin’s job. But he was in the box. Someone had to do something. Martin would have taken Sid out. You know that.” “You should have let him.” You snap. “You don’t mean that.” Kris says softly. “Yes, I do. Sid shouldn’t have tripped Matthews.” You sigh. You really don’t mean it. Sure you don’t think Sid should have tripped him, but you wouldn’t wish harm on anyone. “Careful, Babe, your Leaf’s fan is showing.” Kris smiles. “ So are you mad that I fought or mad because I fought a Leaf?” “Kristopher Allen!” You exclaim. “You know it’s because you fought. It doesn’t matter who. I don’t want you to fight ever. Especially when you’re already injured.” “It’s just part of the game.” Kris repeats. “And I understand that. But I’d prefer you to leave the fighting to Malkin.” You say seriously. “But I know that you’re going to fight. I don’t like it and I never will, but I know you are going to. So I suck it up. But tonight? Tonight I specifically asked you not to. Not because you were playing the Leafs, not because I hate seeing you fight, not for me. I asked you not to because you are still hurt. I asked you because I knew if you got into another fight, you could possibly be injured further and not be able to play. And I know that not being able to play would kill you. You’re not a goon. Stop acting like one.”

“I’m sorry.” Kris apologizes. “I didn’t mean to make you worry…” “Nah, no worry here. My boys can handle themselves.” You joke. He laughs and pats the sofa next to him, you get up and sit next to him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you on his lap.

You sit quietly on the sofa, snuggled up with Kris. He’s the first to break the silence.

“I’ll try to keep the fighting to a minimum.” Kris kisses your head. “When I’m injured, that is. No promises when I’m not though.” “I can live with that.” You say. “After all, it is part of the game.” “Thank you for listening.” He nuzzles your neck. “Thank you for understanding where I’m coming from.” You run your fingers along his arm.

“You a Penguins fan?” Kris asks out of the blue a few minutes later. “More of a Leafs fan.” You respond, just like the first time you met. “Well, no one’s perfect.” He laughs and everything is all right.

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We’ll Wait (Tyler Seguin)

Requested: yes | no

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.

Then he took to twitter. Because he just wouldn’t give up.

@.tseguinoffical: Tell @(Y/N) to say yes. @.tseguinoffical: Is it bad to use Cash, Marshall, and Gerry to get @(Y/N) to agree to a date? #askingforafriend

@.jamiebenn14: @.tseguinofficial Is that friend you? @.tseguinofficial: @.jamiebenn14 So what if it is?

Your twitter feed blew up overnight. You had hundreds of mentions telling you to say yes. One girl even said, say yes even if it’s just for the dogs. She wasn’t wrong. His dogs were adorable and you would love to meet them. But you couldn’t shake the nagging thought that he wanted one thing and then you would be old news…and even more so, the one thing he wanted you wouldn’t give. Not until you were married anyway.

@(Y/N): @.tseguinofficial if I say yes will you call off your army? @.tseguinofficial: @ (Y/N) Maybe…are you saying yes? @(Y/N): @.tseguinofficial can I still meet the puppers? @.tseguinofficial: @(Y/N) Yes? @(Y/N): @.tseguinofficial …then yes.

That was how you agreed to meet Tyler face to face for the first time. You told him nothing extreme. Just coffee.

Just coffee turned into coffee once a week.

Coffee once a week turned into dinner once a week, when he was in town.

Soon dinner once a week turned into dinner a couple times a week, coffee before practice and movies nights.

You weren’t dating, but you did go on dates. And Tyler was adamant that they were coffee dates, dinner dates, and movie night dates. In fact, the one time you referred to movie night as your weekly hang out with him, he got very upset.

“No (Y/N), we’re aren’t ‘hanging out’, it’s a date. If I wanted to hang out and watch a movie, I’d ask Jamie.” He was mad. Clearly. But his eyes, they didn’t show anger, they showed hurt. “It’s a date then.” You quickly agreed. You never wanted to see that look in his eyes again.  So your hang outs became dates.

You knew you should have been honest from the beginning. But in the beginning, you thought you were just hanging out. He clearly thought differently. You didn’t want to hurt him. You cared about him too much. So, you did the only thing you could. You told him you needed to talk. You would tell him tonight.

To Ty: Hey, I have something I need to tell you. Can you stop by my place tonight? From Ty: Sure…everything OK? To Ty: Everything great.

The coffee dates would stop. The dinner dates would stop. The movie dates would stop.

Your heart would break. But he wouldn’t be strung along.

You were a nervous wreck all day. You dusted your entire apartment. Then you reorganized your kitchen. Everything was in alphabetical order by the time you finished. Then you organized your closet. Nice clothes, work clothes, workout clothes, then your casual clothes.

You were visibly shaking by the time Tyler made it to your apartment.

“(Y/N), you’re shaking. Are you sure your OK? Did something happen?” Tyler comes in and lets his bag drop to the floor. He pulls you into a hug. “Did someone do something?” “No. No, no one did anything to me. I’m OK really. Just, uh I have something I really have to tell you. And I’m not sure how you’re going to react.” You stutter out. “So, I’m a nervous wreck. I cleaned the entire apartment, organized the kitchen and my closet.”

“Are you moving away? Did you do something bad?” Tyler jokes trying to lighten the mood. “Because the only thing I can think of that would make you organize your closet, is well if you killed a man and wanted an alibi.” “I like you a lot.” You start. “That’s good because I like you a lot too,” Tyler says leading you to the sofa. “But I don’t know why that would make you a nervous wreck.” “Let me finish.” You say taking a breath. “I like you a lot and that’s why I can’t keep doing this. We’re different people.”

“I don’t see how that’s a problem? We’ve made it work this far.” Tyler says confused. “Look. I’m not having sex until I’m married.” You blurt out. You immediate cover your mouth. “That’s not how I wanted to tell you.”

“That’s what caused this?” Tyler asks with a smile. His eye sparkling. “(Y/N), that doesn’t change anything.” “What?” You all but scream. “What we have, it’s more than anything I’ve ever had.” He says. “And if you want to wait, then we’ll wait.”

You nod. Your worry fading away. Suddenly it all seemed so silly. You were so worried about his reaction and…wait a second.

“What do you mean we’ll wait?” You ask, his words finally setting in. “Well, you’re waiting until marriage. So we’ll wait.” Tyler says as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “I figure we have about two years until we’re married. So I’m not really waiting all that long.” “Who says we’re getting married?” You ask. “Me. I do.” Tyler grins.

“You’re pretty sure of yourself.” You say with a raised eyebrow. “I am. Because I love you.” He says. “I have patience. I wore you down to agree to a date. I can do the same again.” “You might want to work on getting a girlfriend. Because last I heard you needed that in order to propose.” Now you’re just teasing him “I have one. You.” “I don’t remember agreeing to that.” You say pretending to think.

“Yeah, it was about ten minutes ago. It was super romantic. Candles, flowers, the whole nine. You said yes. Now you’re mine.” Tyler says wrapping his arms around you. “Forever, just as soon as I can get you to agree to marry me.”

“Oh really now?” You say laughing. All previous worry is gone. “Yes, really.” Tyler places a kiss on your nose. “I’ll ask every day until you say yes. Starting now.”

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How You Get The Girl (Tyler Seguin)

Requested: yes | no

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.

“Sorry about that. Seggy’s over.” He explains. “Seggy?” You laugh. “I will never, ever understand you hockey boys and your nicknames.” “So you must have some exciting news. Puck looks like he’s been subjected to a little too much affection for his taste.” Jamie raises an eyebrow. “So are you going to tell me or do I have to beg? You wouldn’t make Jordie beg.”

“Because Jordie is my second favourite, next to Juice.” You let out a laugh at his face. “But no, you don’t have to beg…this time.” “Well?” He prompts after a few seconds of silence. “I’m performing at the All Star Game the year!” You exclaim. Puck sees his opportunity and jumps down, running away. “What?” Jamie jumps up knocking his computer over. “Oh sorry. But that’s amazing. Then I’ll be seeing you sooner than I thought.” “You will. Are you ready to represent the Central Division?” You ask. “Yeah, it’s going to be Seggy and from the Stars.” He rubs his neck. “You’re going to do great.”

…

Jamie’s POV

“Why are you so secretive all of a sudden?” Tyler asked. “I’m not. What are you talking about?” Jamie evaded. “That.” Tyler pointed at Jamie. “That is what I’m talking about. Dude, you got a secret girlfriend we don’t know about or something?” “What? No.” Jamie denies shaking his head. “See that makes me really think you do. Is she pretty?” Tyler made eyes at Jamie. “Yes, she’s pretty. No, she’s not my girlfriend.” Jamie says monotone. “Can we just go to the rink?”

Tyler was pissed. He didn’t understand why Jamie would keep something like this from him. Jamie felt bad. Really bad, but his friendship with (Y/N) wasn’t ever something either of them were too public with. Mostly because every guy (Y/N) even looked at she was suddenly dating. Jamie agreed it was better if they didn’t go around screaming their friendship to the world.

Jamie almost let it slip a few times. The first was when Tyler threatened to hack his computer. But Jamie knew wouldn’t be able to hack it so he relaxed.

The second time was when Tyler played (Y/N)’s new song on repeat for three days. But it was a catchy song, so the secret was safe.

The most recent time was earlier today actually. And it was on the tip of his tongue. But, (Y/N) let the cat out of the bag first…and on Livestream too.


“Jamie, come watch.” Tyler was giddy. “(Y/N) is live and is announcing something.” “Yeah, she’s-“ Jamie stopped himself. “I mean, sure OK.” “Shhh,” Tyler quiets Jamie. “She’s starting.”

“Hi, there!” (Y/N) waves. “So as you all know, we’ve been super busy getting ready for tour.”

“Well, that’s not all that’s been in the works. The first thing I want to say is thank you. Thank you all for being so wonderful and nice to me. ‘How You Get the Girl’ is number one in over twenty countries. So thank you!

“So I guess you guys have earned it. My next album, min älskade titled in Swedish as a tribute to my mothers family, will be released on February 14.”

“No freaking way!” Tyler jumps up throwing his hand in the air. “New album.” “You are way too excited for this.” Jamie pulls out his phone recording Tyler doing his happy dance. “Wonder what it means?” Tyler questioned out loud. “It looks like you can comment, ask her.” Jamie points out. Tyler quickly types this question and hits send.

“Seggy91, seriously?” (Y/N) laughs. “My best friend calls his friend Seggy. How weird. Anyways, Seggy91 wants to know what the name of the album means. Well, it translates to My Beloved.” “This album is a bunch of songs that have been written, over time, and just haven’t fit on an album yet. As you can probably guess, it’s a bunch of love songs, break up songs, and a couple older songs you guys know but haven’t been released. Like ‘Showtime’.”

“MissBekaBoo wants to know when my next concert is. Well, my next concert will be opening night of tour. But, my next performance will be soon. Really soon. And the brings me to the next announcement.  On January 28, I will be performing at the NHL All Star Game.”

…

“Well, that’s all the time I have today. Don’t forget to tune in to watch.” (Y/N) waved to the camera and then the screen went black.

“So is there anything you want to tell me?” Tyler turned and faced Jamie. “Because that’s a pretty unique nickname for two people to have.” “Uh, I know (Y/N)?” It comes out as more of a question than a statement. “We’ve been friends since, well since forever.” “And you never thought, oh I don’t know, that maybe you should tell me?” Tyler asks sarcastically.

That was two weeks ago. Tyler was pissed. Jamie understood. He would be too if Tyler had a secret best friend, who happened to also be his celebrity crush. Jamie knew how to fix it though.

(Y/N)’s POV

“Are you ready Puck?” You ask your feline friend. “Mumma is excited. Are you excited? Are you the Prince of Meows?” “(Y/N), you’re on in 5.” Someone with a headset says. “Alright. Thanks.” You hand Puck off to your head of security and start the walk to where you are set to enter the ice.

“And now, with the very first live performance of her most recent single, (Y/N)!”

The music starts and you walk out.

“Stand there like a ghost Shaking come the rain, rain She’ll open up the door And say, are you insane, -ane?

Say it’s been a long six months (Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) And you were too afraid to tell her what you want, want (Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) And that’s how it works It’s how you get the girl

And then you say I want you for worse or for better I would wait for ever and ever Broke your heart, I’ll put it back together I would wait for ever and ever

And that’s how it works It’s how you get the girl, girl, oh And that’s how it works It’s how you get the girl, girl…”

…

The performance went off without a hitch.  You take out your in ear’s and hand your mic off to your sound guy. You see Jamie walking towards you with Puck in his hands. “Jamie!” You yell. “And Puck,” Jamie adds. “You can’t forget Puck.” “Who could forget Puck.” You say taking him from Jamie. “Because he’s the best kitty in the whole world. Aren’t you Puck? Who’s the best kitty?”

“So, I actually have a favor to ask.” Jamie says taking a seat on the chair in your dressing room. “OK? Why are you being weird Jamie?” You say taking your shoes off. “I might have kept the fact that we’re friends from Seggy…” Jamie trails off. “And well, he’s a little upset with me. But I’m sure if you-“ “You kept me a secret from Seggy? Oh, the horror.” You say dramatically and put your hand on your head. “Let’s go. Introduce me to this Seggy.”

…

“Tyler, can you come here for a second.” Jamie calls into the dressing room. “I guess.” He stands up, half dressed. “Uh, maybe throw a shirt on or something.” Jamie says walking out.

You stand with Jamie.

“You need me for something Captain?” Tyler says pulling a shirt on. “Yeah, I’d like you to meet my other best friend. (Y/N).” “Holy shit.” “(Y/N) actually.” You laugh. “But hey, I’ve been called worse.” “Tyler.” He says. A blush appearing on his face. “Big fan.”

“Well, I’m not needed here. So I’ll just take Puck and go.” Jamie says. Tyler gives him a noncommittal ‘yeah, sure.’.

…

From Dallas Stars, Hot One: So are you coming to tonight’s game?

To Dallas Stars, Hot One: The answer hasn’t changed since the last time you asked. Yes.

From Dallas Stars, Hot One: OK. And you’re going to wear my jersey, right?

To Dallas Stars, Hot One: Yes, Tyler. Are you OK? Did you hit your head?

From Dallas Stars, Hot One: I’m fine. No I didn’t hit my head.

From Dallas Stars, Hot One: But if I did, would you kiss it better?

From Dallas Stars, Hot One: Because if the answer is yes, then yes I hit my head.

To Dallas Stars, Hot One: You’re being weird again.

It wasn’t unusual for Tyler to flirt. He’d been doing it since the All Star Game. He got your number from Jamie and kept in touch.

Tonight was the last home game of the season. Tyler had been asking you since February to come to a game. This marks your tenth game since the All Star Games. Normally you’d just wear a Dallas shirt. But two weeks ago, Tyler sent you a jersey. His jersey. And since then he’d been asking you to wear it to a game instead of your normal shirt.

Obviously, you haven’t. Not yet. Because it would only start rumors. But tonight you said to hell with it and pulled the green #91 jersey on.

Tyler was one goal away from a hat trick. One goal. You were on the edge of your seat. He skated past you on his way to touch gloves with the guys on the Stars bench and gave you a wink.

Tyler was getting ready to face off in front of you. There were only 25 seconds left on the clock. The score was tied 2-2.  He caught your eye and pointed to you then to the net.

“This one is for you.” He mouthed.

He did it. He actually did it. You jumped out of your seat and cheered with the rest of the crowd. Hats flooded the ice. The camera panned to you and you were on the jumbotron, You didn’t even care about the shit storm that you would wake up to tomorrow. The Stars had won. Tyler got a hat trick.

…

“You did it!” You exclaimed running to hug Jamie. “You guys won! I’m so proud of you.” “Thanks (Y/N).” Jamie let you go. Tyler came up behind you, his arms wrapping around you. “What no hug for me?” His brown eye shined. “I mean, I guess you can have a hug too.” You say as though it’s a difficult task. ‘Good job out there tonight.” “Are you impressed with my amazing hockey skills? Much better the Chubbs over there right?” He asks, still holding on to you. “Yes, much better.” You agree with him. He’s still holding you. “What’s gotten into you, Ty?”

“Let’s give them some space. You’ve all me (Y/N) before, the novelty should have worn off by now.” Jamie says ushering everyone away from you and Tyler. “Good luck Seggy.”

“Ty, what’s going on?” You ask. “Nothing. Why do you ask?” “Well for starters, you’re still hugging me.” You laugh. He blushes and let’s go. “And Jamie just made everyone leave.” “I have something to tell you.” He says rubbing his neck. “Jamie’s just giving us some space. If I’m going to be embarrassing myself, the fewer people who witness it the better.” “What are you talking about?” “I like you.” He says quickly. “Well, I’d hope so. Otherwise, I need to find new friends.” “You’re not understanding me (Y/N). I like you. Like before I met you, you were hands down my celebrity crush. Ask anyone. God, it’s so embarrassing now. And then I found out that Jamie not only knew you but was friends with you.” He pauses to catch his breath. “Then Jamie introduced us. And I am so lucky I didn’t fall on my face. Because really, I wouldn’t have been surprised.”

“Ty…” This might be the best day of your life. And you have multiple Grammys.

“Please say yes.” His eyes pleading. “Please?” “Ty, you haven’t asked a question.” You laugh. “Seriously, Seggy, you’re fucking this up?” You hear Jamie yell from outside the door. “Go away Chubbs!” Tyler yells back. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I think I can arrange that.” You smile.

“It’s official! Guys Seggy has a girlfriend!” You hear Jamie announce. You and Tyler walk out only to be greeted by Jamie and the rest of the All Star Players.

“And that’s how you get the girl, boys.” Tyler tells the younger players. You laugh at him. He’ such a goof.

…

“You know what this means right?” You ask. “You can write lots and lots of love songs and make your army happy?” He says with a smile. “Well, yeah that, but you know what else?” “I might have to get security?” “What?” You laugh. “Have you met your fans of the male variety? They’re going to want me dead.” “Alright, you’ve clearly thought about this.” “You have no idea.” He says pulling you close and kissing you. “You have no idea.”

“Are you guys done with the PDA? Because I want food and (Y/N) is the only one with a car.” Jamie says walking in covering his eyes.

“It’s all clear, Jam-Jam.” You say.

The three of you walk out. There are still a good number of people hanging around the arena. There are lots of signs both for you and for the various players. Tyler gets a panicked look on his face.

“It’s going to be alright.” You kiss him. Lights flash and you can hear the fans screaming. He smiles at you taking your hand. “So about that security?”

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Different Ice (Auston Matthews)

Requested: yes | no

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.

“Can I sit here?” You look up to see the guy you ran into. Confused you nod your head yes. “Great, thanks.”

You turn your attention back to your phone.

BESTbestfriend: How was practice? (Y/N): Great, landed the triple-triple BESTbestfriend: annnnnnd? How were the hockey boys? (Y/N): Dicks as per usual. *shrugs*

“I’m Auston.” You look up. “(Y/N).” You reply. Your phone lights up and you make a face.

BESTbestfriend: triple lutz them in the face.

You laugh and type out a reply. Auston gives you a curious look.

(Y/N): Not really how it works, but thanks for the support. You the best.

“Uh, my best friend has zero clue when it comes to skating.” You laugh. “She tries, but it always ends up being hilarious.” “So you play hockey?” Auston asks. You scrunch your nose up in disgust. “Ew no. Hockey players are complete assholes.” An unreadable look passes over Auston’s face. You shake your head. “I figure skate.” “Hockey players aren’t that bad.” Auston says. “They’re egotistical assholes. But sure.” You disagree.

…

“No, I’ve told you she doesn’t like hockey. Like at all.” You hear Auston say. You drop your bag and keys by the door. “Look she’s home now. I’ll talk to you later.”

“So I was thinking, if you wanted to you could come-“ You started. Auston had a funny look on his face so you stopped. “OK, what happened?” “Yes, I’ll come to the competition.” He says quickly. “Right. OK.” You’re not convinced that was all he wanted to say. But you let it go. “How was practice?” “Good. Working on the last couple kinks in my long program.” You sigh taking your shoes off. “Stupid hockey players. You’d think the world revolved around them.”

Auston just listens to you. He never says much when you complain about hockey players. You don’t put much thought into it. You’ve been together for almost 6 months now, you just brush it off as him being a guy and liking hockey.

…

“No, I just don’t understand why they think they freaking own the ice. It’s not like they’re even that good.” You complain to your friend on the phone. You’re on the couch upside down when Auston walks in. “Hey, Auston just walked in. I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you after my night skate.”

“How was, uh- lunch?” You ask. You were pretty sure he’d said he was grabbing lunch with some of his friends. But you were so tired from the extra practices your skate coach had scheduled you really didn’t hear him.

“Lunch?” Auston asks coming to sit by you. “Oh, lunch. Yeah, it was good.” “Did you guys go to the gym?” You ask. “No?” He replies it’s more of a question than an answer. “OK…Well, you look like you just ran a marathon.” You laugh. Auston goes white. “Stairs.” He mumbles out. You give him a weird look but think nothing of it. “How was practice?”

“Stupid. Apparently, they double booked the ice and the stupid hockey team thought they were more important and basically made the entire thing a mess. So I ended up going to the gym. I have to go back tonight for skating.”

…

“Dude you have to tell her. Like, someone is going to notice us here.” Willy tells Auston. “Willy’s right. You need to tell her.” Mitch seconds. “She’s going to be mad. But she will be furious if she finds out from someone else.” “I can’t tell her. Not now. She has to skate her long program.” Auston is nervous.

You’re nervous. You’re so close. Auston is here. So you know you have one person in your corner.  You step on the ice, plastering a smile on your face. You can do this. “With a combined score of 242.43, representing Canada (Y/N) takes the championship.” The announcer speaks and the crowd cheers. You can’t move. This is what you’ve worked for. Your entire life has been leading up to this. “(Y/N) has surpassed the previous record holder Evgenia Medvdeva for the highest combined score total.”

It’s a blur. You accept your medal and make your way to the media.

…

You get home. You’ve been at practice since early this morning, winning a championship doesn’t mean you get days off. Auston is sitting on the couch, by his posture you can tell he’s worried. “Hey, babe whats up?” You ask. You make your way to the couch slowly. Your knee is bothering you. “I have something to tell you.” He says not looking at you. You pale, almost falling down on the couch beside him. Over the past few months, you and Auston have fallen into a routine. He has a key to your apartment and is always stopping by. It’s almost like second nature for you to have enough food on hand for him to eat with you. He stays over more nights than not. You’ve become accustomed to waking up with him in the few short months you’ve been together. “I play hockey.”

You draw back. Hockey? That’s what’s got him like this?

“What?” You ask. “Hockey, (Y/N). I play hockey.” He repeats himself.  “For Toronto.” “Are you serious?” You ask. You are no longer worried. You hit his arm. “You jerk, you had me thinking you were breaking up with me.”

“What. No.” Auston grabs your hand. “I’m not breaking up with you. I love you.” “What?” “I play hockey, (Y/N). For the Maple Leafs. And I didn’t tell you because you hate hockey players. Like really hate them. But you were, are, the most amazing person I’ve ever met. And you’re so beautiful. Like you take my breath away every time I see you.” Auston rambles on and on. “And you are such an amazing skater. Like I never thought skating could be beautiful, but it is when it’s your skating. And I’m going to lose you because I play hockey.”

“I love you too.” You say. He turns to look at you shocked. “What?” “You said you loved me. I love you too.” You reply “Really?” He asks. “Yes, I love you. Even if you are a…ya know, hockey player.”

“So does this mean you’ll come to a game?” Auston asks drawing on your leg with his fingers. “I suppose I could go to a game…” You say dramatically. “I heard Toronto has this amazing player. I’d like to see him in person.” “Yeah, I hear Matthews is pretty amazing.” “I was talking about Nylander.” You say with a straight face. It only lasts a second before you laugh. “You better be joking. I’d hate to have to beat up my linemate.” “You wouldn’t.” You touch his nose. Auston shakes his head. “I love you,” Auston says kissing you. “Now, I can invite the boys over and not worry about them letting the cat out of the bag.” ‘You’re such a dork.” “Yeah, but I’m your dork.”

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You’re My Fish (Auston Matthews)

Requested: yes | no

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.

One day turned into two days. Soon it had been almost a week. You hadn’t heard a single thing from Auston. You knew he was alive. He was posting on Instagram and was in quite a few of the other Leafs snap stories. So he was obviously OK. He just didn’t feel the need to contact you.

“I don’t know, Sarah. I just don’t understand why he is so mad about it.” You say over lunch with your best friend. “It wasn’t like I was liking the guys’ photos.” “Auston is a special breed, (Y/N). Who knows what goes on in his head half the time.” She laughs. “He’ll come around. And if not then, as you tell me, there are other fish in the sea.” “But he’s my fish. I don’t want another fish.” You say. “Boys suck.” “You can say that again.” You finish your lunch.

“He’ll have to talk to you soon,” Sarah says walking with you to where you both parked. “Isn’t his mom’s birthday soon?” “Shit!” You exclaim. “I totally forgot. I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” “Bye (Y/N)!” She calls after you, laughing.

You drive, breaking at least nine traffic laws, to apartment Ema leases during the season. You flash your visitor parking badge and park. You run up the twelve flights of stairs and knock on Ema’s door.

“(Y/N)?” She questions. You are doubled over, hands on your knees gasping for air. “Cariña, ¿qué pasa?”

“Stairs.” You manage to get out. “Should have taken the elevator.” “Si. Cariña.” She laughs. “Well come in. Where’s Auston?”

“Uh…” You don’t know what to say. You weren’t sure what, if anything, Auston had told his mom. “Auston and I kind of got into a fight last week.” “Ya veo.” She says closing the door. “And that means you two can’t talk?”

“Uh, well…” This was a horrible idea. This was Auston’s mom. Like she had a moral obligation to take his side. “I really only came to say happy birthday.” “Thank you Cariña.” She smiles.

“I see you have no cake. It’s like a birthday sin to not have cake.” You try to change the subject. “We should make one.” “And while we’re doing that, you can tell me all about this fight you and mi hijo are having.” She leads you into the kitchen.

She get’s all the ingredients out and you find a cake pan. You don’t say anything, hoping she will just let it slide. “You can start talking. Shouldn’t keep things bottled up.”

“He got upset for no reason.” You say, breaking down. Ema has a way of getting people to tell her what she want’s to know. It’s both amazing and annoying. “It’s not like I can control other people.” “So what happened to make him upset?”

“Some guy liked a few of my photos on Instagram.” Ema’s movements paused for a split second. “They weren’t even all of me. One was a sunrise I took when I woke Auston up early and he was cranky all day because of it, but the sunrise was so beautiful it was worth it. Another was of the ice, the first day back before any of the guys had a chance to skate. It was perfect. Then a couple of the playoff games.” “So he didn’t like any photos of you? Just ones you’ve taken?” Ema asks without any judgment or accusation. “Well, no there were a couple of me he liked.” You tell her. “But lots of people liked those photos, not just the guy. I don’t even know him. He’s just some random person.”

“Is he attractive?” Ema asks adding the eggs. “What?” You ask out of shock. “The boy who is liking your photos, is he attractive?” She repeats. “I don’t know.” You say. Sure you looked at his profile photo, and sure maybe he would be considered attractive. But Aston was your fish. “You don’t know?” Ema says knowingly. “Or you don’t want to say because I’m Auston’s mom?”

“Sure, I guess he would be considered attractive.” You shrug it off. “Maybe that’ why Auston is upset,” Ema says softly. “Another attractive guy is showing interest in you. Someone who might be more available. Be able to spend more of his time with you. Make you his only focus.” “So?” You say. It’s a rhetorical question. You’re waving your hands around, trying to make your point. “Why does it matter if he’s attractive? Lots of people are attractive. And so what if maybe he has more time available to spend with me?”

“Because it’s the first step in your realizing you deserve more than I can give you.” Auston says from the entry way. “Auston.” You say, your hand falling to your side. “I’ll leave you two to talk.” Ema kisses your head and then pats Auston’s cheek.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry.” He comes to stand in front of you. “I was jealous and I took my fears out on you.” “Babe.” You say putting your hand on his chest. “What do you have to be jealous about?”

“Everything?” He questions. “Three-fourths of the year I’m basically MIA. I can’t do normal dates with you because fans are always around. I can’t do any late night dates because there’s either practice early the next morning or a game that night.” “And?” You say. “That’s nothing I didn’t know going into this.” “Yeah, but the novelty of being in a relationship with a hockey player is going to wear off and then what? You won’t want to hang around when it stops being shiny.” “Excuse me?” You snap. “I don’t care about ‘Auston Matthews NHL star’, I care about the Auston Matthews who loves his mom more than anything, the Auston Matthews who would rather stay inside and watch a cheesy movie with me than go out. So apologize for ever thinking I’m only with you because you’re a hockey player. I’d be with you even if you were a window washer. You’re my fish.”

“I’m your fish?” Auston laughs. You pout. But secretly you love it. His laugh is music to your ears. “Yeah. You’re my fish. You know, when two people break up their friends always tell them, ‘there’s other fish in the sea’, to make them feel better I don’t know.” You mumble hiding your face in his chest.

“I’m glad I’m your fish.” Auston puts his hand under your chin making you look at him. “You’re my fish too.”

“You’re such a cheeseball.” You say.

“No, no I’m your fish. Get it right princesa.” Auston leans down to kiss you. “I like being your fish.”

“Good because you’re the only fish I want.”

Translations: (via Google translate)

“Cariña, ¿qué pasa?” - “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?“

“Ya veo.” - “I see.”

mi hijo - my son

princesa - princess