#james van riemsdyk imagines

[luvmmarner]

HATE ME (coming soon)

Madison's brother James Riemsdyk played for the Philadelphia Flyers, who were rivals with the New Jersey Devils. So that meant Madison had a strong dislike of them most specifically Jack, especially while on the ice towards her brother's team. She sees Jack as a cocky, arrogant selfish hockey player. However one drunk night Madison's opinion of Jack changed. She is aware that she can’t love her brother's rival. But she can’t help but fall in love with the boy she’s supposed to hate.

Jack didn’t believe in love he especially didn’t want to fall in love. He preferred to have one-night stands and ignore the person the next day. That was until he met Madison. The cute drunk brunette that he decided to take home. He couldn’t help but fall in love even after knowing that it might cause issues on ice with him and especially her brother. They loved each other, but could they overcome the challenges that were worse than ever before? Follow Maddie and jack on their road of love, heartbreak, and recovery.

[hockeyfanficblog]

No boyfriends

Requested? Yes.  Could you do an imagine where the reader is the sister of JVR or Frederik Andersen and dating his teammate, William Nylander please?!?!?!❤️❤️

AN: I like this one. I hope you do too. 

“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” you brother James said as he stood in your doorway with his arms crossed. You were dressed in your favorite little black dress.

“Uhm… just out.” You said. You weren’t expecting James to be back so soon, he was supposed to be out with some of his team mates. You were trying to keep your relationship a secret. You knew your big brother would freak if he found out you were dating someone. He would probably have a heart attack if he knew It was one of his teammates.

“With who?” he asked.

“Just my friends.” You lied.

“You don’t have any friends.” He said. Which was kind of right, your only friends were his teammates. “And I don’t like you wearing that.”

“Well I already did my makeup and it goes with this dress.” You were getting a little frustrated. You were Y/A and he was still acting like you were 12.

“Well what friends are you going out with?” he asked. You couldn’t tell or else he’ll flip. You texted William to tell him to meet you down the block so James wouldn’t see. You were too late, there was a knock on the door. “is that them?” he walked to answer the door.

“No!” you said. “I mean maybe I don’t know I’ll get it you stay here good bye I love you!” you said in one breath.

“You’re my little sister, I want to see who you’re going out with and that you’ll be safe.” His hand was on the door knob.

“James I got it.”

“What don’t you want me to know?” he asked. “Who’s out there.”

“My boyfriend.” You said after a moment.

“Your boyfriend??” he said. “Who said you could have a boyfriend?”

“James, I’m a grown woman I can date whoever I want.” You said defensively.

“No way.” He said. “Not until I think he’s okay and he’s probably not.” He said. “Let me see him” he opened the door before you could protest.

“Hi.” William said, he looked confused.

“Oh hell no.” James said.

“James stop it me and William are going out now you can yell at me a later.”

“Willy I told you and everyone else that my sister is off limits.” James yelled. “And you go and do this behind my back?”

“I asked him out!” you yelled back as you grabbed Wills hand and lead him to his car. As you two drove off you seen James standing at the front door looking pissed.

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“I hope he didn’t ruin tonight.” You said to William as you two stood on your front steps before saying goodbye.

“No, it’s alright.” He said, his hands in his pockets, he looked nervous.

“He’s not going to beat you up, Will.” You giggled, so did he. You thought about it for a minute and then stood on your tip toes and kissed him on the lips. He did not hesitate to kiss you back. He grabbed your face and you kissed you harder. All of sudden the door flew open.

“Okay that’s enough.” James said. You rolled your eyes and gave Will one last kiss before walking in.

“Do you know how embarrassing you are?” you asked your brother.

“I’m your big brother its my job.” He said. “How could you date one of my teammates?”

“You would have been upset even if it wasn’t.” you said.

“That’s true.” He said, he didn’t seem so mad anymore. “I understand you’re grown but you’re always going to be my baby sister and I’m always going to think no guy is good enough.”

“But Will is.” You explained. “I really like him, James. And he really likes me.”

“He treats you right?” he asked.

“Yes.” You answered truthfully.

“Then I guess it’s alright.” James said. “I didn’t mean to yell at you early it’s just that I told the guys to leave you alone.”

“It’s okay, James.” You said. “I know you only did cause you love me.”

“Shut up loser.” He said. James rarely showed his emotions.

“I love you too.” You teased as you walked upstairs to get ready for bed.

[werenskheeyyy]

Take it Off - James Van Riemsdyk

Some good ol JVR!  Big fan, big fan!  Anyways, I love these prompt things cause you can go so many different ways with them so feel free to keep requesting them!!  Enjoy!  Much love pals! <3

Word count: 601

Warnings: smut (not full blown, but it’s more than just steam)

Request: “#35 with James van Riemsdyk please ❤” - @mattsmartsmarns

Prompt: “You heard me. Take. It. Off”

Up next: Leon Draisaitl

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You and James and gone out to dinner with a couple of his teammates and the entire night he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes or hands off of you.  You were pretty sure that it had something to do with the fact you were wearing one of James’ favourite dresses.  It was just a simple long sleeved, black dress but it hugged every curve on your body and dipped down dangerously low in the back.

You were trying to hold a conversation with Tyler’s fiancée Molly, but James kept lightly dragging his fingers up and down your thigh, inching higher each time.  You crossed your legs, trying to focus back in on the conversation about Toronto’s best places to shop.

James let his fingers run up and down your back then gently slid his fingers down the back of your dress to squeeze your ass.  You were just grateful the both of you were sitting on the booth side so no one could see what he was doing.  

Molly turned to speak to another one of the wives and you slightly spread your legs allowing his fingers to find your core.  He rubbed you roughly through your panties, and you bit your lip to suppress a moan.  He removed his fingers and immediately turned to talk to Morgan Rielly.  You narrowed your eyes at him and almost whimpered at the lack of pressure between your legs.

The rest of the dinner went by excruciatingly slow, but finally, the last of the Leafs made their way out of the restaurant so you and James were on your way home.

You both got into James’ car, neither of you saying much about dinner.  The only thing running through your mind was what you wanted to do to James when you made it back to the apartment, and there was no doubt in your mind he was doing the same.

Once you pulled into the parking garage, you both got out of the car, James’ allowing you to go first up the stairs so he could slap your ass.  You giggled, both of you eager to finally be in private.

Once the door closed, James pushed you back up against it.  “You were driving me absolutely crazy tonight!”

You smirked and replied, “I could say the same about you mister, using your fingers like that then taking them away so suddenly? That wasn’t very nice.”

“How about you wearing that dress?  You know what you do to me when you wear it.”  He took a slight step back, looking you up and down with hungry eyes “you need to take that dress off.”

“And if I don’t want to?” you looked up at him, batting your lashes innocently.

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” He growled.

You maintained eye contact with James as you slipped the sleeves off your shoulders, the fabric grazing over your lace clad breasts.  After the dress hit the floor, all you were left in were your heels and matching black lingerie.

“Better?” you asked, closing the gap between the two of you, an impish grin on your face.

Instead of a reply James pulled your face to yours, kissing you hard and passionately.  He let his hands run down the sides of your body, stopping just under your ass.  James gave you a slight squeeze, “jump” he moaned between kisses.  

You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist and tangled your hands in his hair as he carried you to the bedroom, kicking the door closed with his foot.  You should probably wear that dress more often.

[laceandhockeyskates]

JVR - The rain keeps falling

Request:  Could you do a fluffy jvr imagine where you're cuddling in your apartment on a rainy day? 😘

Author’s note: This one is shorter but I hope you still enjoy!

Warnings:

Up next: Auston Matthews

You loved the rain. The way it sounded against the window, the smell of it creating a fresh world outside of your apartment. The only time that it was hard was when it decided to give you a migraine to go along with it. Those days you just wanted to shut out the world and hide in your bed. Luckily your boyfriend seemed to have the same plan in mind as he began to stir against you. 

“Mmmmm,” he grumbled shoving his head in to the crook of your neck as his grip tightened on your waist. No you certainly weren’t complaining about that. Anytime your boyfriend wanted to be his cuddle monster self you were more than happy to give in to his wishes.

You laughed quietly turning to kiss his forehead. “I didn’t quite catch that, babe,” you pointed out running your hand up in order to drag your fingers against his scalp knowing just how much he enjoyed the sensation as he practically purred against you. 

“I asked if we have to get up today,” James finally admitted slowly opening his eyes to look up at you sleepily. Your heart practically melted seeing those big eyes blinking up at you clearly still tired. You leaned in closer nuzzling your nose against his hair inhaling his scent deeply.

You knew that he didn’t. He had his off season and really didn’t have to do more than watch Team USA when they were on to support his brother. You on the other hand still had work and other obligations. But today luckily none of that was happening today. “How about you get some more sleep, my sleepy boy?” You asked him arching your eyebrows even if you knew that he would refuse the offer. 

You felt him mumbling against the skin of your neck again as you shook your head getting his attention. He sighed dramatically pulling backwards, “I don’t want to sleep. You’re awake and I want to spend time with you.”

“How about I get up and at least draw the curtains shut so we don’t have to deal with the evil sun sneaking in possibly?” You didn’t wait for his response as you pulled from his arms causing him to whine dramatically but with the curtains shut in your room you got a slight sense of calm as you closed your eyes briefly. 

Of course your ever attentive boyfriend caught the motion and quickly sat up in your bed looking worried. “Y/N, how bad is it?” You knew the truth, it could be worse. But if you said that it meant it was bad, and James would become overbearing. Instead you just crawled into his lap smiling as you rested your head against his chest.

Being surrounded by your best friend with the rain pounding away gave you some since of peace against the painful throbs against your brain. “It’s not that bad. There’s something magical about your arms,” you teased tapping his hard muscles before kissing them.

You felt his head rest on top of yours putting you at ease as you laid there resting your eyes. You didn’t have to have constant conversation comfortably with him. You felt safe with the silence, because you knew he wasn’t finding any flaws with you while he did so. It wasn’t a comfort that you had ever had before.

You never thought you could be happy to have a migraine but laying there you found yourself completely at peace with the world enjoying just being near your boyfriend for the day. You knew eventually you’d have to get out of bed and actually do something but at least for a few hours you got to lie to yourself at least.

[giv3crowleyhiswings]

My grandma keeps sending me pictures/videos from her seats at tonight’s game...she’s a jerk

@patty-wagon-nols

@fratboynolanpatrick

(Thought you might like this...)

Edit: She is now sending me videos from where she is standing outside of their locker room, and I feel attacked.

[drabblemesilly]

James van Riemsdyk #1

Requested by:  hey!! love your writing, could you please write one where your brother is Matt Martin from the Toronto Maple Leafs and you're dating James Van Riemsdyk in secret and everyone on the team knows but Matt because Matt has told you to stay away from hockey players because he doesn't trust them and he accidentally walks in on you & James in the Leafs dressing room?

*Hiii! Thank youuuu!I I hope you like this one. Enjoy!:) And I know you’ve been waiting for this too @carey-pricemas.*

Word count: 986

This is the riskiest, possibly the stupidest, thing you could ever do and yet, you’re still standing outside the Toronto Maple Leafs’ dressing room after practice, patiently waiting for your brother *cough*boyfriend*cough* to come out. Does Matt even know you’re here, waiting for him? No. Does James know? Yes.

The door opened and your soul almost jumped out of your body, only to find Mitch Marner peeking out, “hey,” he said, a big grin on his face, “brother or boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend,” you told him honestly, smiling, “but we’ll just say brother, okay?” you laughed.

Matt Martin, by all means, is a goon. Technically, those kinds of players are enforcers but when it comes down to it, they’re goons. He wasn’t always like that, your brother, but he adapted physicality into his playing style because that’s what he needed to do to succeed in pro hockey. He knew it, you knew it, everyone knew it. That doesn’t mean he was a violent guy in real life. Oh no, Matt Martin is the kindest, softest person you know, a complete opposite of the hard fighting guy on the ice.

Still, it doesn’t mean your boyfriend, his new teammate James van Riemsdyk, is safe from his heavy-handed punches once Matty finds out.

Oh gosh, what if Matty finds out?

Nah, he won’t. Right? He’s really close friends with the rookies and if Mitch Marner knows and Matty still doesn’t, you’re pretty safe.

Another familiar head poked out of the dressing room, “five minutes,” he grinned.

You nodded, “crunch time,” you laughed, “hurry before he finishes,” you told your boyfriend. You should probably tell Matt by now, since you’re already being so reckless and most of the team know anyway.

He scrunched his face and puckered his lips, his eyes twinkling.

“No,” you laughed, still whispering, “I’m already putting a lot on the line coming here and not waiting for you at home,” you grinned.

Still, his face remained scrunched and his lips remained puckered.

“Fine,” you chuckled, walking over to him only to stop a few feet in front.

“Jamie,” you giggled when he made kissy sounds. You stood on your tiptoes and was about to kiss him when he was pushed forward by someone inside the room.

“Tell your girlfriend to wait, Reems,” the weirdly-boyish voice of your brother filtered out of the room, “she can have you later,” he continued to say before opening the door fully to take a peek, “who is she anyway? I didn’t know you had a gir—“

If there was ever a time Matt Martin, in his twenty-seven years on earth, looked like he wanted to be swallowed by the ground, it would be now.

He looked exactly like how you felt.

In a sort of comical, whispery kind of way, Matt said your name.

“Hi Matty,” you said nonchalantly, “is Syd here?”

All of a sudden, his face turned from shocked to angry, “what the fuck?” He glared at you before turning to glare at your boyfriend.

“Don’t punch him,” you said hurriedly, afraid that he will, in fact punch his own teammate.

Matt’s eyes shifted back to you, “I’m not gonna punch him, what is wrong with you?” you sounded so mad that you actually stopped yourself from cowering. This is just Matt, older brother and dragon slayer. He crossed his arms on his chest and looked at James again, “what is wrong with you? My sister, really?” he said, his arms bulging, “you couldn’t just have told me? How long has this been going on anyway?”

James raised his arms in surrender, “man, I told her it wasn’t good to hide it from you.”

Matt looked like one of those cartoons with steam coming out of their ears, “how long has this been going on?” he asked again through gritted teeth.

“A while,” you said just as Reemer said, “a few months.”

Your brother rolled his eyes, “you think you could make me feel stupid?” he asked you, “I can’t believe you broke my promise.”

You squeezed his arm gently, “Matty, I never promised I’d stay away from hockey players,” you shrugged, “and James is not like that.”

“I know he’s not like that!” he said, completely forgetting that James was standing beside him, “I know him.”

Matt sounded so frustrated and loud that you’re shocked no one from his team opened the door to see what the commotion was all about.

“Look,” he said, eyes shifting from you to your boyfriend, “date each other, whatever, I don’t care as long as she’s happy,” he said, “I’m just not happy that you kept it from me, what were you so scared about? We both know I can’t punch you, it’s against the rules.”

Your boyfriend nodded and apologized, “we were honestly just waiting for the right time to tell you.”

“When’s that?” your brother countered, “after you’ve broken up?”

“Okay,” you said a little too forcefully, “hey, no one’s breaking up,” you told Matt, “you’re not breaking up with me,” you looked at James, “you’re stuck with me and you can’t do anything about it.”

James looked at you like the sun shone out of your nostrils.

“Ugh,” Matt groaned, “you two are gross, I can’t believe I’ll be subjected to this shit,” he turned to walk back to the practice rink, “this is not over yet,” he said as a last minute warning.

Finally, you breathed out the air you’ve been holding, “that wasn’t bad at all,” you giggled, “like it wasn’t even half as bad as I was expecting.”

James walked over to you, cradling your face in his hands, “oh but it’s not over yet,” he reminded.

“It is,” you chuckled, “trust me. It’s one of those never to be spoken of again things that we have,” you winked.

He nodded, “if you say so,” he smiled, “can I finally get my kiss now?”

“Definitely.”

[just-hockeythings]

hey I 💕 JVR

[whockeywhore]

Make it up to you - James Van Reimsdyk

"No offence, but you really suck at this."

James looked up at me and frowned, nail polish brush poised in his hand as a big splotch landed on my cast. I giggled and nodded my head towards it, watching his eyes widen as he reached for a papertowel.

"Baby, you don't have to. I can ask Sidney to hel-"

"No you don't! It's my fault you're in this cast and I swore I would make it up to you."

"By painting my foot red?"

"Shut up!" He said with a laugh. His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled and my heart swelled with happiness. James tugged my foot a bit higher and i winced. "Oh shit babe, too hard?"

I shook my head and forced a smile. "It's just a little uncomfortable. Itchy."

He set the bottle down and turned towards me, pulling my other leg up and massaging my calf. "Anything I can do to help?"

I barely heard him as I melted into the couch, oblivious to the bulky cast on my foot and the weight I was putting on him.

"Just keep doing what you're doing, yeah? Feels so good..."

[nhlhoser]

On The Rocks- 12

Part 11       Masterlist

  During the Leafs road trip, Toad took the time to train me so I could get the idea what expected from me because I already know the massage part. Right now I only work when the guys have a practice and morning skates but only for the next two weeks then I'll be working well they are playing. Apparently, I am supposed to be taking Toads position by the start of next season because something about retiring and moving away. Not gonna lie I am kind of scared but excited.

"You know you don't have to read all that," Toad said poking his head into the office where I am currently going over player health reports on the computer, reading up on previous injuries, treatments, and surgeries.

"I rather know about an injury before I accidentally aggravate it, plus I'll be able to spot when they're injury is bothering them but hiding it," I said briefly looking up from the Mac desktop to see a smiling Toad nodding his head before retreating.

"I'll see you tomorrow at practice," Were the words I could make out as he was walking away.

It's hours later when I finally put myself away from the computer screen, finally finished reading the reports. My muscle all tight and cramped now from sitting at the desk for a couple hours longer than I was expecting too. Raising my arms and leaning back I take in the time to see that is almost 11 pm.

"how the fuck did I manage 5 hours in this chair?" I said to the walls because I am alone, shaking my head and then the rest of my body to get out the kinks, I gather my things and get ready to leave but make sure that the massage tables are set up for tomorrow.

Walking into the physio room the quick tables are set and ready because they don't require sheets or anything but the couple tables we have for the longer more in-depth massage aren't made up. Going to where Toad showed me where the sheets are, its empty but the hamper for dirty sheets is full. Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I pick up the hampers and start towards the laundry room down the hall, to be greeted with the more unwashed sheets.

"The intern was sick," I groan remembering when Toad gave me the rundown of who does what, and the intern does the sheets and table, said intern had the flu this morning. pulling out my phone it's only 11:10 pm.

After loading the washing machine I return to physio room and start re-cleaning the quick tables well the sheets are getting washed.

"another hour won't hurt," I whispered to convince myself that I should stay and finish the sheets.

I smell like chemicals and laundry detergent, it's a clean mixed, to say the least. My hair is in a bad messy bun on the top my head, I've pulled my brothers too large blue jays hoodie and I'm no longer wearing the trainers I had on this morning, I sit in front of the dryer waiting for the last load to finish, its now 1:30 am and I keep falling In and out of sleep.

"I've had to piss since we left New York!" A deep voice yells down the hall with loud footsteps running towards where I was in the laundry room, startling me from my sleepy state to being alert.

"Hurry Mo!," A deeper voice follows the steps as the dry goes off.

gathering the sheets into the hamper, I make my way to the physio room, again. Setting the hamper down and getting work on folding, not as good as the first load that's for sure. I was pulling the last corner over the last table when Morgan and company walked in.

"Oh shit! Hey, Amelia" Morgan greets. "I was just about to turn off the light," He nodded towards where his hand is touching the switch, a goofy but tired smile on his lips. The only thing my tired ass could manage was a blink and a slow nod.

"Why the hell are you still here?" the other voice from before speaks up from behind Morgan, this time I have a face to the voice, It's James.

"Well, shit just didn't get done," I Shrugged finishing of the bed. "I was just about to get uber and head home," Now looking at the two exhausted hockey players still in their game-day suits.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked them as I passed them to head to the office, to gather my shit and go finally, they follow me like puppies.

"Well, I left my car here and Mo had to pee," James said holding the door open for me to the office, I nod my thanks as I grab my things and put my shoes and back out the door, they're still following me towards the exit and still don't leave. "I'll see you guys tomorrow," I tried to wave them off but they still stayed.

"So, how are you getting home?" Morgan started with a pointed look that James mirrors.

"I was just gonna get uber," I took out my phone to do just that when James grabs it.

"OR we can give you a ride?" James tone very 'duh'. My brow furrow, "But I'm probably out of your way its okay?" I went grab my phone but James raised it above our heads, his 6'3" vs. my 5"10' meant it was just out of reach for me.

"I live in the build across from you plus our buildings share the underground parking," James shrugged. "I think Mitch or Auston Mention that," I said dumbly. James still stood with my phone above our heads.

"So are you gonna stand there all night?" I teased the tall man. He fakes glare before returning my phone and leading the way to his car. A sleek black SUV. I fall asleep soon as my seat belt is done up.

"Sleeping beauty," a voice coos as my eyes open, we're in the underground now and Morgan's tired face is directly in front of me, making me jerk back. My reaction sparks a deep laugh from James.

"You scared with you ugly mug!" James laughs slapping Morgan's shoulder who's not that pleased but smiles before moving so I can exit the car, stretching my arms and legs as I get out.

"Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow," James said locking his car fist bumping morgan and side hugging me before head towards his building elevator, as Morgan and I head to ours.

"Amelia do you need a ride tomorrow?" Morgan asked once we were in the elevator using his fob to activate the elevator and press his floor then I do the same.

"Yeah, I do actually," the elevator shoot up fast before getting as lower speed, always makes my stomach lurch.

"Great I'll be at yours at 8 am and I'll drive you," He nods.

"But practice isn't until 11?" My brain is too slow or something.

"Yeah but this way I get a message first," His face looks devious.

"You guys did dips and you lost didn't you?" I laughed when Morgan's shoulders slump with a nod.

"Well sounds like a plan" I smile lazily as the elevator stopped and Morgan got off.

"Finally home," I happily sighed getting thru my door dropping my shit as I make my way to the kitchen to grab a water bottle and chugging it back.

"Hey, roomie!"

I choke on my water at the sound of Steph's sleepy voice.

"What the actual fuck?" still coughing. I remember I gave her a key yesterday so she could start moving her things in.

"I was waiting for you but I guess I fell asleep," The petit blonde shrugs like she didn't just scare me, my heart still racing.

"I got the basics over but I need Mitch for the rest, what the fuck its 2 am? why are you just getting home?" Her eyes going large.

"Shit wasn't done," I simply shrugged before continuing to drink my water and look for some food.

"Well goodnight," Steph said before going up the stairs when I remember Morgans coming tomorrow/ today.

"Oh yeah Morgan is coming over for," I said which made Steph turn and smirk at me.

"That's okay because Mitch and Auston are here already," she teased I just shrug continuing my food hunt.

"When the fuck did I have Chinese?" I said allowed not expecting an answer.

"Steph order it earlier"

"WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE SCARING ME IN MY OWN HOME!" ��I jerked up from my crouched position in front the open fridge just missing my head. I turn to face the voice and I couldn't help but soften at the sight of a messy hair, Auston.

"Sorry," he raised his hands in surrender.

"Sorry just really tired and hungry, want some....rice or noodle? I don't even know what she got," I said plopping the food container on the counter.

"I just came down for water I'm good," he shook his hand dismissing the offer. I toss him a bottle from the fridge which he nearly misses making a tired laugh bubble from me.

"Pro athlete 'eh?" I chirped with a smirk and tired eyes. He raised his brow at my 'eh.

"I'm tired and real Canadian 'EH" he chirped, making my cheeks heat up.

" I'm tired too," I defended well digging into the cold food, not enough energy to heat it up. Auston just stands there with the water unopened staring at me.

"What?" My mouth full of rice.

"Are you really eating that cold?" His nose wrinkles in disgust.

"It's 2 am, I'm too lazy to heat it up, plus I'm good now," I said with the last spoonful of rice before closing it and putting it back in the fridge, tossing the spoon in the sink. Auston shakes his head before head back to bed after saying goodnight, leaving me back on my quest to go get sleep.

Passing the closed door of the room that Auston is in bring back the same warm feeling in my tummy when I woke up beside him. Resisting the urge to crawl into bed with him, I continue to my own room.

I'm out as soon as I hit my bed.

Goodnight.

NEXT

[thats-pucking-amazing]

Grape (JVR)

Requested by @carey-pricemas Thank you so much for your support! I hope you like it. 

Has not been edited. I don’t think there are any warnings needed. Enjoy and let me know what you think! Feel free to request

You were bored. There’s nothing for me to entertain myself. You thought despairingly. You had no new books, nothing was on tv, netflix didn’t appeal, and your boyfriend James was preoccupied with the basketball game that was on. This called for drastic measures.

“Hello James,” You said as you dramatically swept your blanket around you. James raised an eyebrow but otherwise didn’t say anything.You entered the room the rest of the way, your blanket cape still trailing behind you. “Do you like my cape?” You twirled around again for demonstration.

“Yes. In fact, it looks like the comforter from our bed.”

You looked down at yourself as if in confusion. “Why yes, yes it does. What a coincidence.” You smiled angelically at him as you stood in front of the tv, blocking his view of whatever game was currently playing.

“Y/N.” James gave you a look. “Could you move?”

“I’m sure I have the ability to move from my current position. However, I find it suits me just fine at the current moment.” You smiled internally as you saw frustration creep up on his features.

“Allow me to rephrase. Will you kindly remove yourself from in front of the tv please?”

“Sure!” You plopped yourself down into his lap and spread the blanket around the two of you. He wrapped his arms around you and placed his chin on top of your head. “James...”

He sighed and paused the tv. “What’s wrong babe?”

“I’m bored. And lonely.”

“I’m here! We can go do something if you’re really that bored.”

“But not always. I’m bored all the time. I finished school and I work from home. I’m always here. And when you’re home it’s great, but you are gone a lot. And I understand it’s your job. I fully support you! Don’t misunderstand me. It just gets...boring and lonely sometimes.”

“I’m sorry.” James pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I wish you would have told me sooner. How about we finish the game and then we can go do what you want?”

“Ok! Which team are you rooting for?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After the game ended you and James headed towards the local humane society. You tried to put in a few volunteer hours a week, they always needed help and you loved playing with the animals.

“Hi Y/N. Hi James!” The receptionist greeted. “Here to put in some play hours?”

“You know it! How’s Grape?” Grape was your sweetie. A rescue lab that just melted you with his eyes.

“He got adopted two days ago. A nice family with two kids. I think he’ll really be loved there.”

“Aww! I’m going to miss him. But I’m so excited because that means more room here and a new start for him.”

The receptionist smiled. “So are you playing with cats or dogs?”

“James isn’t the biggest fan of cats, so I think we’re going to do dogs today.” You glanced back at your boyfriend to see his face still obscured by the giant bags of dog and cat food you made him stop to pick up. “Oh! And we brought some food!”

Once your food donations were taken the two of you were escorted down into  the big concrete room where the animals that had been socialized played.

“Hi babies!’ You kneeled down and was immediately swarmed by wagging tails and puppy kisses. James was being jumped on because he had yet to get down on their level. “Where’s the ball, huh? Where’s it at?” You quickly swiped the red squeaky ball from the floor and tossed it. A mad scrabble took place as they all attempted to reach the ball.

“So you come here a lot?”

“Yeah! Especially when you’re gone. They need help and the animals just want some love. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.” You answered as you leaned down to scratch behind a puppy’s ear.

James tossed the ball a few more times while you cuddled with less active ones...and the ones who’s attention span was too short to keep focused on one task. The two hour volunteer period passed quickly and you stood up to head out.

“Bye babies. I’ll see you soon!” James made sure the door was closed behind you as you headed back down towards the hallway.

As the two of you washed your hands and again made small talk with the receptionist a familiar dog was led through from the exam rooms.

“Grape?” You questioned. “I thought you were adopted...?” You looked at the lady for answers as you kneeled down and rubbed the two year-old lab down.

“He got returned about 20 minutes ago. Their youngest is allergic.”

“Oh no!” Your heart broke for him. This was the third time his “forever home” had given him back.

“He only has two days left until he reaches the max boarding and we have to euthanize him!”

“No!” You cried, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh no baby. What are we going to do?” You cooed into Grape’s ear.

“We’ll take him.” You heard James say.

Your head whipped around to look at him. “What?” Came your breathless question.

“We’ll adopt him. You obviously adore him...and the feeling appears to be mutual. He can be your friend and protector when I’m gone. And he doesn’t get out down. It’s a win on all accounts.”

“Are you serious?” You managed to choke out.

“Heck yeah. We have plenty of room and yard for him to run around in.” He turned to the receptionist. “What papers do we need to sign?”

10 minutes later papers were signed and Grape was officially yours. You lead him by his leash as he walked beside you with a pep in his step. James had his arm wrapped around your waist as you headed for your house two blocks away.

“Thank you James. Really this means so much to me. I can’t believe you just decided that we could get a dog!”

He chuckled a little and pulled you tighter into his side. “I’m surprised our house isn’t full of animals by now. Consider this your reward for good behavior. Besides, it must have been fate that we were there when he came back.”

“Seriously, James. Thank you.”

He stopped and turned you to face him. “Y/N. I love you. I would do anything to make you happy. A dog that we both love and that will keep you happy when I’m gone isn’t exactly a sacrifice.”

You kissed him gently on the lips. “You’re still getting laid tonight.”

Up Next: Sidney Crosby

[riverdale-imagines-s]

When life has you down, Hit em with the four like Auston Matthews

Don’t know but the song is lit

[carey-pricemas]

BVR- JVR

Ok so here we have the love of my life, JVR, with children! I love hockey players with children! It's like the greatest thing ever! Ok so enjoy guys!

Warning: none

@jinglemejamie Request: could you do a JvR imagine where you take him home with you for a family event and there are a bunch of kids? then he like asks you when you can have kids and then you tell him that you're pregnant?? i think this is such a cute idea!! thanks so much

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              You sat on the porch swing, watching and laughing as James played hockey with the kids.

              James was always good with your nieces and nephews and loved to play hockey with them. You loved to watch him with the kids, imagining your own little one out there with his or her daddy and cousins, playing hockey and laughing.

              He'd make a great dad.

              "Uncle JVR!" your oldest nephew yelled. "Play goalie!"

              "I'm not a good goalie" he said, starting for the small net. "But I'll try."

              "Uncle Jamie is a terrible goalie" your niece said. "'Member last time?"

              "Maybe Freddie taught him something" your nephew said.

              "Freddie's a good goalie." There were murmurs of agreement from James and the children. Despite being raised a Caps fan, when you started dating James, you had convinced the family to become Leafs fans. Your dad was the last one to agree, but when James came to him to ask for your hand in marriage, he finally opened his heart to another team.

              Now your parents’ house was decorated in blue and white memorabilia.

              Your dad and brothers were beside themselves when the whole Leafs roster was at your wedding.

              "Aunt (Y/N)?" your niece asked. You looked down at her. "Will you come play with us?"

              "Yeah Aunt (Y/N)" James teased. "Come play!"

              "Fine" you said pushing yourself up off the swing. "But I'm not playing goalie."

              "You can be on my team!" your niece said.

              "I don't know" your nephew said. "She's a liability." James burst into laughter as you picked up one of James' sticks that he had cut down for the kids to play with the first time he met them.

              "Rude!" you said. "I won't play."

              "Nooooo" the kids whined.

              "You can distract Uncle JVR!" your nephew said. You looked at James and winked.

              "I do a good job of that!"

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              "I can't wait to tell the guys" you teased as you sat next to James on the porch swing. The kids had gone to bed for the night and you and your husband were enjoying the peaceful (somewhat warm) spring air.

              "Don't" he laughed. "Otherwise they'll all try to kiss Freddie to score."

              "I'd pay to see that" you laughed. During the final minute of game seven of the Stanley Cup Finals (the kids thought James would appreciate playing that game), you distracted the other team's goalie by kissing him.

              It worked.

              "You know" he said slowly. "I was thinking."

              "Oh yeah? About what?" James looked at you and shrugged.

              "Maybe just like... when we were going to be ready for our own little hockey players."

              "Oh" you said.

              "I mean whenever you're ready" he said quickly. "No rush I mean I was just wondering..."

              "James" you said, cutting off his nervous rambling. He was adorable when he did that. It only happened once before, when he was proposing to you. "I think we'll be ready in oh about... seven months."

              "Oh ok then we should..." James paused and you giggled. "Wait... seven months?"

              "Yeah" you said grinning. "I didn't want to tell you until after the playoff run, but... I'm pregnant."

              "You...? We...? Oh my god, (Y/N)!" James hugged you tightly, pressing kisses to every inch of you he could reach. "We're having a baby!"

              "We are" you agreed, nodding. "Steph and Molly are already planning a shower."

              "They know?" You nodded. "Playoffs are more important babe" you said. James grinned.

              "Maybe a baby will give me a Cam Talbot kind of season, next season." You laughed as James' hands moved to rest on your stomach. "Hi baby."

              "James" you whispered, setting your hands over his. "We're having a baby."

              "I know" he whispered. "Brendan will have to get over not being the baby van Riemsdyk anymore." You laughed. "Love you babe."

              "Love you too."

              "And I love you BVR" he said to your stomach.

              "BVR?" you asked.

              "Baby van Riemsdyk." You laughed.

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Ok there you have it! A cute little JVR with children! I LOVE JVR OK??? Let me know what you guys thought! Up next: Sebastian Aho!

[matsbarzal]

Shopping - James van Riemsdyk

Notes: I didn’t get a prompt for this one, and I don’t actually know if James dresses nice or if he dresses like Mitch Marner but for this occasion, he dresses horrible. I hope you enjoy!

Mentions: Tyler Bozak

Warnings: None!

Requested: Yes | No

Up Next: Ben Hutton

Teaser: “What do you mean I don’t dress nice? I bought half my suits with Marns!” “James, that’s why you don’t dress nice.”

“(Y/N), you have to take him out to buy some new clothes, he’s starting to dress like his yearly income isn’t a six figure number.” You weren’t expecting Tyler Bozak to say that when the Leafs forward sat down beside you. “Excuse me?”

“Just ask him to go shopping with you, say you need opinions on stuff and all your girlfriends won’t be honest.” Shooting him a look, you went back to looking at your phone while Tyler continued. “Puh-lease, I’ll even pay for you to get new clothes too, I need you to encourage him, he dresses like shit, you can’t deny it.”

An amused glint took over your face as you looked at your boyfriends teammate, “If you care so much, why don’t you two go clothes shopping like the boyfriends you basically are?”

“First of all, I think Molly will be thoroughly unimpressed if I leave her for James, and I really don’t think I’m his type, he’s more into people that look like you, ya shit.” Raising an eyebrow at his words, he continued, “please just take him, he’ll dress better and then you won’t be embarrassed to be seen with him!”

His begging was starting to deteriorate your passive demeanor as a smile began to grow on your face. “If you’re paying, I’ll take him, but then you can tell him why you begged the hell out of me to take him to get new clothes.”

Tyler nodded his head in agreement, almost immediately pulling his credit card out of his pocket. “Don’t go crazy.”

“We’ll see.”

“Why’d you want me to go shopping with you again, babe?” James questioned, his hand held yours tightly as he swung them, walking through the overpopulated Eaton Centre as you slowly passed stores, occasionally going in to look around. “All my girls won’t be honest if I ask them their opinion, you will be.”

He pursued his lips, cocking his head to the side as he looked at you, “Oh really?”

You nodded his hand, tugging James’ hand as you pulled him towards a store. “You should look for some stuff in here, they’ve got a lot of clothes you may like.” You tried to be subtle about your pushing, but subtlety wasn’t exactly your forte.

“Nah, I’m not a big fan of the clothes here.”

“But they’re all so nice James, you’d look so good in that maroon shirt, look!” You dragged him over to the shirt, excitedly pushing through the wrack and grabbing a few more like it, tossing them into his arms as you did so.

“I really don’t think I need new clothes, (Y/N). I already have too many.”

“Shut up James, you can never have too many clothes,” you mumbled, shoving more shirts a few pairs of pants into his arms. “I didn’t even bring my card with me…”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.” You smirked, pulling the credit card out of your pocket as the two of you made your way towards the cashier.

Before you could put it anywhere, he dropped the clothes onto the counter and took the card from your hand, expecting it and turning it around. “Are you cheating on me?” He questioned finally, which brought a baffled expression onto your face.

“Excuse me?”

“This is Tyler Bozak’s card.” You gave him a ‘what the fuck’ kind of look, as you grabbed the card back from his hand.

“No, James, I’m not cheating on you with Tyler, if I was gonna cheat, I sure as hell wouldn’t do it with one of your teammates,” you teased, trying to play off the fact he figured out whose card you had.

“That doesn’t explain why you have his credit card,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to the shell of it as he hugged you, resting his head atop of yours while the cashier scanned all the articles of clothing. “Don’t worry about it, James.”

“I think it’s illegal to steal someone’s credit card, baby, especially when I make just as much money as Tyler.”

You spun around in his arms, staring up at your boyfriend, “do you seriously want to know why I have your teammates credit card?”

“Yes!”

“Tyler thinks you dress bad, and he’s not really that wrong.”

James looked shocked, a small hurt expression taking over his features, “What do you mean I don’t dress nice? I bought half my suits with Marns!”

“James, baby, that’s why you don’t dress nice.” You laughed at the hurt expression still on his face, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips as he attempted to move his head to the side, your hands keeping it in place. “You shouldn’t be taking fashion advice from the rookies, babe.”

“You and Ty think you’re so slick, eh? Just wait until the next game, then you’ll really see how bad I dress.”

Following alongside your boyfriend, a large grimace was etched on your face as the stares started to roll in to the man beside you. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t embarrassed to be currently seen with James by your side. Just as the two of you were about to walk by a few of the other Leafs, you heard a voice call,

“James, what the fuck are you wearing?”

In a bright magenta suit, your boyfriend turned to the sound of the voice, a small grin on his face, “That’s ironic Bozie, (Y/N) said the same thing!”

[tyson-berry-blog]

James van Riemsdyk #1 - Camping

@carey-pricemas mentioned liking JVR and Freddie Andersen so I just picked one and ran with it. I honestly have no idea where this plot line came from but somehow I managed to squeeze out a whole story. I think maybe this was an excuse to write a bunch of the Leafs together since it heavily features five more. Oops? 

When the Leafs lost in the first round of the playoffs you along with the rest of Toronto had been devastated. The boys had fought hard and it was weird to imagine them having time off when it seemed that hockey was the only thing they ever did. In the midst of all of the sadness and moping you found yourself agreeing to what would end up being a huge mistake.

Your boyfriend, James van Riemsdyk seemed to be inconsolable. He preferred to stay in bed and brushed off any idea you threw at him to take his mind off of the loss. He kept talking about wanting to get away from it all and in a last ditch effort you suggested that he do just that. Somehow the idea for camping had been born and now instead of binging series on end on his laptop he used it to search for the best tents and electricity free coffeemakers.

You convinced yourself that it was good he had found something else to focus on until of course you showed up to his apartment after he left a voicemail saying he needed help only to find he needed help packing the seemingly endless camping supplies into the trunk of his car. You had rolled your eyes but helped him just like any good girlfriend would and let him explain the reasoning behind every little thing he had bought. You had assumed he would be going with the boys camping, the rookies especially would need the time away and in some form you were right. He was going with a few members of the team but also you.

“Wait. Me?” you found yourself asking incredulously, hoping you had misheard.

“Yes you,” he looked at you expectantly, his eyes practically begging.

There was no room to argue and you called into work to confirm that you could use some vacation time for this. James convinced you to go home and pack right then and there so you could spend the night and be up bright and early to start the trip. Again the sad eyes left no room for argument and you found yourself running out to the store to buy any of the appropriate gear that you didn’t own. When you woke up in James’ apartment the next morning you had hoped it was all some very intense dream but when you walked out into the living room to see five of his teammates all wearing brand new hiking boots you knew it wasn’t. James had agreed to be the luggage car so that the other five could ride together and give the two of you some privacy. That small insight made you feel slightly better. While you loved the team you weren’t sure if you could sit in an enclosed space with Auston, Mitch, Matt, William and Morgan for any extended period of time. With all of their stuff transferred into James’ car you were off.

The camp ground decided upon was a good two-hour drive outside of the city. James it seemed had even put together a playlist, all of the songs were about nature or the wilderness. You didn’t even know there could be that many songs about trees or how he managed to find them. The other car was first to arrive and to no surprise Mitch and Auston were climbing on anything they could. William was down at the base of the tree filming while Morgan and Matt looked on. When they saw you approached they followed you back to the car to help unpack the things. There were three tents total. You and James got one, Matt and Mo got the second and the other three would share the third. When the younger boys finally joined, the work went quickly and soon enough a little makeshift community had been set up. The tree tents surrounded a fire pit put in place by the campgrounds and allowed for a nice place to sit and talk. The food would stay in the car until needed, to keep any animals from getting into it.

After a quick dinner of hotdogs everyone retired to their respective tents and you couldn’t have been more glad. This would likely be the mildest of the days to come but you were still exhausted. Your theory was proved right when you woke up to find James had vanished. A rustle outside of your tent had you nervous until his head popped in the small opening, “good morning.”

“Shit James I thought you were an animal or something.”

“Nope,” he stepped fully into the tent, “nothing too scary out here unless you’re afraid of rabbits. You aren’t are you?”

You sat up in your sleeping bag and shot him a look, “no James I am not.”

“Great! Here I saved you some breakfast.”

The paper plate he handed you had a few small, slightly burnt pancakes on it.

“Did you make these?”

“No. Auston did. The kid is surprising good with the griddle. He says it’s just like a miniature grill and grilling is all he knows how to do.”

You scraped off the burnt bits with a plastic fork and dipped it into the small lake of syrup JVR had poured for you. You looked back over at him and he was awkwardly standing near the entrance of the tent. You patted the spot the next to you and he crossed over the small space to sit down.

You leaned into him, “so what is the plan for today?”

“Well when I was researching for places I saw this one had a cool looking creek. You have to hike to is somewhat but it’s supposed to be amazing.”

You nodded and continued eating. You knew you’d be doing whatever he wanted as long as he kept smiling. When you changed and left the tent you saw the three youngest gathered around the dying fire.

“Where are the two others?” you asked.

“Matts and Mo went to go gather more wood for later,” Auston answered.

Mitch piped up, “they figured it’d be best to get it now so we don’t have to worry about it when we get back from the hike just incase it’s dark.”

James filed out behind you in a frankly ridiculously colored jacket. It was bright red and nearly blinding to your eyes.

“James. You know I love you but sometimes I don’t trust your judgement.”

He looked down at his coat, “the color is called Firefly and I think you’re just jealous because you know you couldn’t pull this off.”

You looked at him, “it takes a certain something to pull that off that look you’re absolutely right.”

The fact he was teasing was a good sign and you pulled him into a hug as he walked by. He turned to kiss you and the three teammates sitting by the fire pit groaned in fake disgust.

He pulled away and turned to them, “you’re just mad that your girlfriends weren’t willing to risk the wilderness for you.”

“Wilderness? James you said so yourself that the worst thing out here was rabbits.”

He looked sheepish, “well rabbits and black bears.”

Your eyes widened, “James! If I get eaten by a bear, I swear I will come back and kill you myself.”

Morgan and Matt returned with large stacks of wood each and stowed it in Matt’s car on the off chance there was rain.

Morgan brushed his hands off, “so what’d we miss?”

“JVR here neglected to tell us what kind of animals lurked in the shadows,” Mitch said not looking up from poking the dying flames with a stick.

Matt clapped his hands together, “great. If anything it’ll make for a hell of a news story ‘Toronto Maple Leafs annihilated by Eagles. Twice.’”

Willy laughed, “I want to say too soon but I have to admit, that was a good one.”

The group stood up and packed away their things before setting off on the long hike to the creek.

James hung back with you, “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course. You wanted me to come so I’m here.”

He settled you with a look, “I know you’re doing this for my benefit. Camping isn’t really your thing but you came anyway.”

“That’s what you do when you care about someone. You suck it up and deal with it if it makes them happy.”

He squeezed your hand, “you’d tell me if something was really wrong right?”

You squeezed his hand back, “yes I would. You can go run ahead to join them if you want.”

You indicated towards the hollering coming from the trees in front of you.

He shook his head, “I’m good here.”

[laceandhockeyskates]

James Van Riemsdyk- beach date

Request:  Heyoooo I'm a sucker for JVR or Freddie from the leafs if you need a starting point!!! 😉😉😉

Author’s notes: I told myself I’d be so cool about this, but I can’t be cool. You’re literally my inspiration for starting to write imagines so I’m really hoping you like this. And hi I just wanna be cool enough to be your friend and I like totally love you. Also I 100% blame you for my love of the Caps and the Leafs I didn’t want to love more teams. @carey-pricemas

Up next: Tyler Seguin.

Warning: A few cuss words?

You’d be the first to admit that you were disappointed your boyfriend’s season came to an end so soon, but there were certain perks that came with being able to start your summer a few weeks early. At least that’s what you kept trying to remind James as you sat in the airport with your feet propped up on your carry on suitcase. “Come on perk up, James. Just think Trevor’s been there for a few days longer than you have at least,” You pointed out nudging him with your brightest smile.

He grumbled some answered tiredly as he shifted to rest his head on your shoulder as he yawned. “I’m never letting him forget it though,” he managed to mumble out as you turned your head to kiss the top of his head. 

“Oh I know. I’m prepared to hear about it all summer,” you promised amused as you turned back to your phone to entertain yourself while you waited for your flight to board.

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As a girl from Toronto you had never been to Jersey, and you still weren’t quite sure what you were expecting as you left the airport. Being back in his childhood state seemed to perk your boyfriend up as James actually smiled pulling you close to him. “Smell that!” He exclaimed loudly causing several people around you to turn around to look at you two making you blush. “It’s the smell of ocean air, beach skin, and the beautiful sun beating down on us all summer.”

You couldn’t bare to break the news to him that you weren’t spending the entire summer on the Jersey beach, but you could give him a few weeks before you started to remind him about the trip to Minnesota for Jake’s wedding. “I better see more of Jersey than just the beach and your house.”

“Maybe I won’t let you see more than my bed,” he teased pulling you in for a deep kiss before you could even argue anything farther. Your hands slid up to rest on the tops of his shoulders holding you both in place until you heard a throat clearing close to you causing you to pull apart.

You looked up meeting the gaze of your boyfriend’s brother as he shook his head. “Less than two seconds state side and you two can’t keep your hands off each other. No wonder I never want to come see you idiots in Toronto.” He shook his head moving to hug you first, “Has the idiot proposed yet?” He asked curiously before you flashed your very bare left hand, “If you get tired of waiting just remember how beautiful Chicago is.”

Even if he wasn’t joking you knew damn well there was only one Van Riemsdyk man for you, hell there was only one man for you. Even if you had to wait years for him to get his head out of his ass in order to make it official.

You felt a hand settle on your back knowing it was James just by the size of it. Yeah, he was worth the wait, you thought as he guided you to his brother’s car to make the trip to the house.

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That first week in Jersey Jame did stick to his promise of mostly keeping you in his bed, but it was mostly because you were still adjusting to being in a new bed. And okay maybe it was entirely because you were actually enjoying the fact that for the first time in months you had your boyfriend mostly to yourself. But he was done being coped up and made plans to finally drag you to the beach.

“Can you remind me again why we didn’t come during the day though? Coming at night seems to defeat the purpose of a beach day,” you reminded him as he led you from the car to where the sand started, but he seemed determined and you didn’t want to question it too much. He had a plan and if you knew one thing about James it was that he could be romantic if he wanted to.

What he had in mind though still took your breath away. You hadn’t expected a candle lit picnic on the beach when he said you were having a beach date, and yet that’s exactly what you should have expected. Glancing over you could tell that he was nervous for your reaction before you leaned up kissing him quickly, “It’s absolutely gorgeous, James. I’m sorry I questioned everything.”

He seemed to relax tugging on your hand. “Come on, Y/N, before the candles decide to give out on us. I want you to enjoy it the way I planned it all.” He seemed to have it all planned out perfectly as he handed you a plate of your favorite meal. You sat in silence while you ate together. It was one of your favorite things about your relationship. You didn’t constantly have to be talking to be happy with each other’s company.

Once you had put your plate to the side you could sense a change in your boyfriend as he turned to fully face you. “I know I haven’t exactly been the best boyfriend in the entire world with the stress of the playoffs and dealing with the children on the team. I know I’m damn lucky to have you in my life, that you’re willing to deal with me even at my worst,” you shook your head in amusement. Sure it wasn’t always easy, but you wouldn’t change any of it for the world. He moved to kneel on one knee as he grabbed your hands in his. “I can’t imagine doing any of this without you, in fact I know I couldn’t. And I don’t want to risk a future without you. Will you please do this idiot hockey player the honor of marrying him?”

You moved in to quickly kiss him. You didn’t even have to think about your answer as you nodded not daring to break your kiss in order to do so. It didn’t seem to stop him though as he pulled back searching your gaze for confirmation. “Yes!” You exclaimed quickly as you laughed nearly tackling him as you flung your arms around his neck. 

As you pressed yourself closely to your now fiance you could hear a loud “Finally!” Being exclaimed from not to far away causing you to look over your shoulder to see Trevor holding his arms up in victory celebrating for the both of you.

[imagine-hockey]

Jealousy - James van Riemsdyk

My first post! For @carey-pricemas I hope you enjoy! It’s been a while since I’ve written so hopefully this is up to your standards! (Also I suck at titles so I apologize for the unoriginal title here!) 

Word count: 1228 Team: Toronto Maple Leafs Warnings: Violence (But like it’s hockey violence so it’s not too bad I hope)

“Man, isn’t he just fantastic?” you gushed to your best friend sitting next to you. There wasn’t a single game that you didn’t brag about your boyfriend out on the ice. And of course, being the playoffs, the bragging only got worse.

“Yeah, Y/N, we know, JVR is amazing. But can we talk about Mitch?” your friend replied with an eye roll. At the same moment, a couple of guys walked up and sat in the empty seats next to you.

“Well hello ladies! Enjoying the game?” the one next to you asked kindly. They were both decently handsome men but showed no intentions of making any moves on either of you.

“Oh of course! Though it’s only the first period, I think I’ll enjoy it more when we’re on the board and winning,” you chirped happily. Your eyes were plastered to your boy as he glided across the ice with ease, puck in his control. With one wrong pass, the play ended up offsides and you groaned in frustration. The only good thing about this was it meant that puck drop would be right in front of you. Which meant that James would be right in front of you.

“That van Riemsdyk sure is talented, isn’t he?” the guy next to you asked. With the sound of his name, you perked up and turned to guy and smiled.

“You don’t even know the half of it!” You began to brag again to this total stranger while your friend beside you moaned on about how you were missing the game. It took a minute before you noticed that she was right and the puck was already on the other side of the rink. But at the same time, you noticed that James had been hit into the boards by Nicklas Backstrom, and hard. Even from across the rink, you could see the expression on your boyfriend’s face and knew that look. He was about to drop his gloves. And sure enough, as he stood up, one came off, and then the other.

Backstrom followed suit and a gasp escaped your mouth as you saw James’ face grow darker than you had ever seen it before. The two grabbed for one another as whistled screeched for the play to stop and deafening cheers erupted from the crowd. Although he had the height advantage, it wasn’t enough of an advantage to keep Backstrom from landing a few hooks in the right spot, knocking off James’ helmet and eventually bringing him down to the ice. As the two fell, you noticed the blood slowly dripping off your boyfriend’s knuckles and grabbed your friend’s arm. He tried to throw another punch at Backstrom but was unsuccessful as he took a few more hits from the Capitals player who was pinned on top of him.

You muttered under your breath for the refs to hurry and get them off one another, but it seemed like a lifetime before the two were finally separated. One ref slowly led Backstrom to the penalty boxes, but the other took James toward the bench, blood dripping from his nose. Your heart began to drop because that could only mean one thing. That he was injured. You always hated seeing James fight, and he knew it too. And this was the reason why. Your eyes widened as he began to walk toward the locker room. A squeeze on your arm brought you back to your senses and you whipped your head around to look at your best friend.

“Go,” she mouthed, and that was all it took. You excused yourself and clambered around the guys next to you to make it to the aisle. Running up and out of the arena, you made your way to the tunnels that would lead you toward the trainers’ room, knowing that’s where they would take him. Security guards waved you through, knowing exactly where you were headed and why as you ran down the hallway. As soon as you made it to the room, you stopped at the door. He was laying back slightly so that you could only see his profile, but he couldn’t see you yet. His nose was swollen and a small cut ran across his lip. A trainer was perched over him, examining his face.

“Well, it’s back in place now, but you need to make sure you don’t fight again or you could damage your nose even more. You got lucky it wasn’t a bad break. Now about that wrist.” You heard a sharp intake of breath as the trainer lifted James’ hand. “There’s definitely a sprain so you’ll have to sit out for a few games. I’d say, anywhere between two and five weeks’ worth at this point.”

“But that’s practically the rest of the playoffs!” He yelled in frustration while the trainer kept a calm demeanor.

“Unfortunately, that’s the risk you take when you fight. Especially in the playoffs. I’m going to go let coach know and I’ll leave you two be for a moment.” The trainer nodded in your direction and James’ gaze followed. As he faced you, a hand automatically went to your mouth as you saw the definitive bruising forming on the bridge of his nose. A look of defeat slowly took over his anger and you walked toward him as the trainer left.

“Y/N, I…” he began but you put a hand up to silence him, a shocked look still plastered on your face. As you reached him, you slowly reached up to his cheek, running your hand lightly over the bruises. James’ grimaced noticeably and looked away, your hand falling from his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” you asked, your voice oddly calm. He looked up at you, shame present in his eyes. “Why did you have to fight him?”

He looked down to his hands in his lap before replying to you. “I was jealous, and felt like I needed to get my anger out. I’m sorry.”

Jealous? Your face contorted into an expression of confusion. What caused him to be so jealous so quickly? As if he could read your mind, he continued.

“I saw you talking to those two guys next to you. Before the faceoff. And, I don’t know what came over me, I just… All I could think of was losing you.” Your heart dropped as he spoke.

“I was telling them about how great you are,” you whispered with a slight chuckle, realizing the irony of the situation. He looked up at you with such genuine shock that it made your heart jump. The sight overwhelmed you and you forgot all frustration you felt toward him in that moment. While placing a soft kiss on the top of his head, James silently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have fought,” he mumbled into your chest. “Now look where I’m at. Out of the rest of the playoffs.”

“Well at least now you can be around me to keep away anyone who would make you jealous,” you tried to joke. A small chuckle escaped him, the vibration against your chest making you smile.

“I love you,” he whispered. Screams sounded from above you both as you held him as tightly as you could without hurting him.

“I love you too. But please, don’t ever fight again.”