#american hockey players

[uniqrenders]

[birdiewriteslit]

“so american”

nico hischier x f!reader

masterlist

inspired by “so american” by olivia rodrigo

warnings: fluff, kissing

can you tell i love nico in a hat

You were sitting in the passenger side of Nico’s car with your feet up on the dash. The window was down, and your arm was hanging out of it, the cool wind blowing your hair around your face.

It was spring, and the weather was just starting to feel like it. It had been cold for the past few weeks, and both you and Nico were happy to finally be able to enjoy semi-warm temperatures.

You loved driving around Jersey with Nico. You loved sneaking glances at him while he was too focused on the road to notice. You loved how warm his hand felt on your thigh. You loved how his t-shirt fit you and how it smelled like him. You also loved that he let you have aux privileges.

Nico frowned at you as one of your country songs came on the playlist. If his brown puppy dog eyes weren’t covered by his dark sunglasses, they would probably be enough to convince you to change the song.

You giggled at his displeasure, consoling him by lacing your fingers through his that rested on your thigh. He seemed to accept this, a small smile on his face as he shook his head.

He gave you one last once over before focusing on the road again. His smile grew wider. “You look so American.”

You let out a surprised noise. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Nico shrugged. “You���re listening to country music, for one. I only ever see people’s feet on the dashboard in movies, very American.”

“You don’t do this in Switzerland? You don’t relax with your hand out the window like this?” you teased, making wave motions with your arm in the wind.

He laughed, squeezing your hand as he did so. “We relax. It’s just different here. I like your Americanness. I guess the exception is that you’re wearing a Swiss’s shirt, which you look very pretty in, by the way,” he said slyly, raising your hand to his lips to kiss it.

You felt your face heat up as you watched the smile that spread across his face as he pulled away. “God, Nico, don’t make me blush.”

But that’s really all he did, it was what he was best at. You knew he loved how flustered he could make you if he wanted to. He loved how after five months of dating, he could still easily make you nervous.

The next day, at brunch with your friends, you expressed your utter happiness, but at a table full of mostly single women, it wasn’t received the way you intended.

“I’m serious when I say that I have never seen a more attractive man in my life. Like, seriously, compare him to any celebrity crush you’ve ever had, and multiply that attractiveness by a thousand,” you babbled mindlessly to your friends, who were giving each other looks. “And, ugh, don’t get me started on his accent. It’s so hot, especially when he talks me through it.”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” your friend said, holding up her hand, a disgusted look on her face. “Frankly, it’s rude to talk about this during brunch. I mean, right in front of my french toast?” She gestured to her plate.

Another friend snorted. “I hate to say it, Y/n, but I agree. You literally only talk about him anymore. It’s like you’re gonna marry him.”

“I might,” you blurted.

Their eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you serious?”

You gave a small nod, suddenly uncomfortable by the amount of eyes one you. “I know it’s early but—“

“But you love him,” one of your married friends sighed. “It certainly sounds like you do,” she added after getting some looks from the other women at the table.

You didn’t respond, instead choosing to remain silent as the conversation steadily flowed away from you. You but the inside of your cheek, thinking about how you definitely loved Nico. You knew this before today, but with your history of failed relationships, you figured taking it slow with him was a good idea.

You weren’t lying about marrying him. If he kept this shit up, you were going to.

That night, you were lying in bed, eyes on the bathroom door, where Nico was on the other side. In your shorts and tank top, you were a little cold, and the top blanket wasn’t doing much for you.

When Nico slept over, you rarely made it under the covers. He naturally ran hot, and if you were covered by more than one blanket, you would literally overheat.

Finally, he came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a Devils t-shirt that was well worn and mostly likely from several seasons ago. He wasn’t wearing pants, his boxers out for you to ogle at, although you knew you shouldn’t.

Nico walked over to his side of the bed, stopping before he climbed under the blanket to pick up a book on your nightstand. You’d both read it and come to the conclusion that it was a waste of your good money.

“Why do you still have this?” he asked, showing you the cover. “I can’t believe your friend recommended it.”

“I like reading your notes. I think it’s cute how angry you get,” you admitted.

He set the book down and got into the bed, covering you with his body, instantly warming you up.

Wrapping his arms securely around you, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. He sighed into your skin, his warm breath fanning out and his stubble tickling you.

He placed small kisses up your neck, trailing along your jaw before capturing your lips with his. Between kisses, he said, “Missed you today.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. “Yeah?” you said, smiling against his lips. “I missed you.”

He pressed one last kiss to your lips before pulling away. He brought a hand up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, and stroking your face with his thumb. His lips parted, and his eyes were so big and brown that you genuinely felt like you could lose yourself in them.

“I wish you could come with us when we leave.” Nico was referring to an upcoming roadie. He would be gone for a week.

He was looking at you so sincerely, so vulnerably. “I’ll go anywhere you go,” you whispered.

You knew you couldn’t go with him. It wasn’t realistic. But with the way he was looking at you, you really couldn’t hold back from saying something so sappy.

He glanced down at your lips quickly before meeting your eyes again, his thumb continuing to stroke your cheek. “You would?” he asked softly.

You nodded. “I love you, Nico.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it. His lips parted to speak, but nothing came out.

“Sorry if it’s too soon. I know I’m in love with you,” you spoke quickly. “I don’t wanna just assume that you feel the same about all of it.”

He took your face in his hands and kissed you. When he pulled away, he kept his hands on your cheeks and looked at you meaningfully. “I’ve been wanting to say that for months. Trust me, I feel the same. I love you.”

Your face warmed as he looked deeply into your eyes. You surged forward to kiss him again. You peppered his whole face with kisses, and he laughed as he gripped your waist and flipped the two of you over so that you were on top of him.

He grinned at you when you pulled away, his cheeks rosy and his hair slightly messed. “I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep tonight,” he said.

Your expression matched his perfectly. “I don’t think so either.”

Even though you didn’t confess that earlier that day, you’d thought about marrying him, this was still just as good.

[starscelly]

aren’t you tired of being nice?? don’t you wanna go crazy???

or, jason robertson set to “all-american bitch”

[sergionando]

canada is so fucking cursed who the fuck did we anger for no canadian team to have won the stanley cup in ages

[bo-bichette]

okay sports blogs this is ridiculous and i need to know. how many hockey teams do y’all follow??? cause i swear there’s like 10 new teams on my dash every day

[iamidentical]

catching up with the guys i mentioned in my first u18 men's worlds post, now that the gold medal game is over and canada's won:

- gavin mckenna is undisputably the Next Big Thing. as an underage player, he ended the tournament 2nd in overall points and 1st in goal-scoring with 10 goals and 10 assists in 7 games. #mctankformckenna

- tij iginla can rip some pucks and i wish he were still a tbird. 6 goals and 6 assists in 7 games. check out this photo with his dad after the game (the flames have got to draft him, right?).

- kashawn aitcheson defended well, good in transition, according to scott wheeler. he ended the tournament with 1 goal (tied for second in goal-scoring for canadian defensemen) as well as 2 assists for a total of 3 points in 7 games.

he got a little buried in the net as the celebrations began:

- malcolm spence ended with the three goals from the preliminary rounds as well as 4 assists for a total of 7 points in 7 games.

here's spence handing off the trophy to mckenna, who handed it off to iginla next.

the usa probably deserved to win throughout most of that gold medal game, but hey, who can stop a mckenna hat trick?

[sergeifyodorov]

i don’t know much about mcgroarty but i do know that i love his fake sounding name

98% of what i know about rutger is that he's an american umich boy and although many of you seem to be very invested in umich i must admit i don't care. this is fine though

ANYWAY rutger mcgroarty IS a top tier American Hockey Player Name. many American Hockey Players have exceedingly fucking fake sounding names and this amuses me greatly

[fascinationsublime]

Does anyone else make a little mental note when a player displays good sportsmanship. Like a player on the opposing team is the first to throw their hand in the air and call for refs and medical to get over there and doesn't move from the other players side until the refs are there and maybe even after that? Or when a player gets shoved and falls on top of the goalie and after they just check that he's okay? When they just lightly tap their stick against a player's shin pads like they do with their own teammates?

Like I'm screaming, I'm crying, I'm throwing up, and also I'm making a lil tally mark on the certified good boy scoreboard that I have running in my head. I'm making sure I remember that name and number. That's my baby now even if I didn't even know who they were until now. I'm adding you to my list of favorites.

[seacucumber97]

American Pie will always remind me of this era of USA ntdp

[uniqrenders]

[chelseajackarmy]

Jordan Oesterle // Boston Bruins

[sophsicle]

CANADA BEAT AMERICA IN THE HOCKEY AND THIS IS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS TO ME THANK YOU

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Why do I want to fuck Stray Kids as various sportsmen so bad lol

[selkiefinalist]

when will the nhl be brave enough to let players and coaching staff from both teams linger on the ice together after the game and slap each other’s ribcages and mumble softly into each other’s necks and tap shins with sticks etc etc

[mlentertainment]

okay i'm 90% sure i started following you when you where shoresyposting, and now i get 300 kyle gallner posts on my feed. long story short, i'm breaking under the pressure. when i eat dinner tonight, it'll be while watching the passenger

PEER PRESSURE WORKS. JOIN THE HIVEMIND

[critterofthenight]

why the fuck did i think that nebraska was up very north