#nyr vs njd

[capnseriouslycanadian]

“Oh Kaner.” (via x)

[hockeylovee12]

I need a drink to finish this game

[eatdirt420]

A swift punch, a broken nose— Dean Winchester does it all.

"It comes and goes like the strength in your bones." Cold Compress | Infection | "I don't feel so good."

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Lindy Ruff (mentioned)

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So maybe Madison Square garden wasn't the best place to let his emotions come to a head— sue him. Dean wasn't gonna let schematics determine whether or not he should fight; all that was decided by Coach Ruff's cold stare and pointed look at the locker room door.

So Dean got ejected from the game— whatever. There'll… there'll be others and— fuck! His fucking nose hurts. 

Jesus Christ, where are the ice packs…

Dean's skates are discarded somewhere else as he tilts his head forwards and holds the cold compress to his face. The cool burn of ice sitting on his skin for too long brings some numb relief, but it's nothing. He feels like a kid scolded by his mom. It's fucking pathetic, really, but he doesn't really put all that much thought into it; sometimes it's better to ignore them problem than it is to solve it.

Dean takes a moment, against every single doctor's orders when it comes to bloody noses, and puts his head back, hitting it against the lockers. He sits there with his eyes closed; thinking about everything except for the pulse radiating painfully in his face. It doesn't help with the pain. Not— not really, but it makes his ego feel minutely better.

The door to the locker room opens, yet Dean takes one more second to himself. One more second where the world doesn't exist— where he doesn't have to recognize the shame in his actions. Then, he opens his eyes and turns towards the intrusion.

A dark blue fucking Rangers jersey that Dean knows has fucking Novak printed on the back like a goddamn brand. An earlier part of him would have sneered at the intrusion— would have looked at him with such disgust and in such disdain that it was almost inhumane. 

The Dean that sat in this locker room now, with a goddamn ice pack over his face, didn't really care about all that. No, he was more worried about where his place on the team would be after all of this: Castiel be damned.

The look on Castiel's face told Dean that he didn't know that— he didn't understand that— Castiel meant nothing right now. His mouth is turned in that permanent sneer that felt almost like some inside joke targeted at Dean, but didn't include him; His brown hair falls messily over his forehead as though pulled apart by another's hands. 

Dean ignored how that felt to him, instead turning and saying to the intruder, "Castiel, what're you doing here? Isn't there a… a game you're supposed to be kicking my ass at?"

Castiel's tone is harsh and straight to the point, "Dean Winchester, you are a fucking idiot."

"I thought you were above swearing, Mr. Holier-than-thou—"

Castiel kisses Dean. 

There's no lead up to it and, honestly, it's quite shocking to Dean. He doesn't even register what has happened until it is already done until Castiel has already backed away and it's staring at Dean with some intensity he cannot comprehend.

Well, in part maybe Dean's comprehension is mottled by the radiating pain inflicted by Castiel's nose brushing against his.

As though he is not affected by his own actions. Castiel, with his tone biting and borderline cruel, answers, "does that answer your fucking question?"

"I— ow. Uh, my— son of a… fucking nose."

Castiel, in some shocking form of human emotion, frowns; he grabs Dean's chin and forces him to look in his face, turning his head side to side to see if any new injuries have occurred.

Castiel studies Dean's nose with pinhole intent; he finds nothing the medics hadn't already seen and sent away. Almost as though he regrets the very action, he hesitantly lets go of his face. 

Dean's heart thunders in his throat. To some degree, whatever part of his brain has finally registered that he's been kissed also wonders if this is some sick fucking joke that Castiel is playing to get into his head. I mean God damn rivalries can be intense but— what the fuck was that?

"You know you didn't have to fucking," Dean gestures to his face childishly, still unable to process the kiss properly, "if you wanna hurt my feelings or whatever just… just…"

Just insult me, Dean wants to say, just look me in my eyes and call me every name you can come up with. It would hurt less than knowing this wasn't real.

"You're an idiot. Oh my God," Castiel laughs, loud and free. Tears spring against the corners of his eyes, "oh my God— I picked an idiot."

"What're you—"

"Everytime we hit that ice together, and I see your stupid fucking face— that's… all I want to do," Castiel's thumb brushes over Dean's lips absently, almost as though he doesn't even know he's doing it. He sniffs harshly, but, as hockey players often do, he pushes on, "I'm in love with you, Dean. I'm fucking— I love you."

Dean stares at Castiel, completely speechless. Between the kiss and the love confession, his mind's working in overdrive to try and figure out if all of this is even real.

"You… you love me?" Dean asks, his voice low and fearful— as though speaking the words would make them untrue. Castiel nods, worry in his brow, too. Quiet as a lone ice-skate moving flawlessly against fresh ice, Dean admits to the locker room (to Castiel), "I think I— I— I'm in love with you, too."

"What?" he asks before the words register. Dean doesn't have to repeat himself before the sheer jolly of knowing takes Castiel's face by storm, "oh— oh?"

"Yeah," he clears his throat and musters up his mental walls in some false fear of rejection, "yeah, yeah, but it's— we don't have to if you don't— we can just be… hockey… players or— or whatever—"

"I've— I got this sandwich joint that I, uh— that I swear by if you ever wanna… if you'd like to—"

"I'd like that."

"We can go, uh, after you do press— before y'all make your way back to Jersey— if you wanna," Castiel feels his face heat up dangerously, feeling like some kind of schoolgirl asking out her crush.

Dean licks his lips; Castiel follows the movement with his eyes, "I'm fine with after this."

"Yeah?"

Dean counters with a coy look, "you gonna be there, Novak?"

Yes.

"I mean it's… no pressure. We can— I can totally wait until next time we—"

Dean tilts his nose out if the way and smashes his lips against Castiel's, the front of that stupid fucking Rangers jersey stretching out of shape in his grip. Sometimes where words fail, actions are the only way to get a point across, and boy oh boy is Dean good at getting physical.

Castiel won't believe Dean hates turkey on his sandwich; Dean won't believe Castiel likes avocado outside of guacamole. For now, though, their pads keep them apart, but their arms pull them together— yeah, they keep one another close, no matter what's in their way.

Even when the obstacles are themselves.

[lovesfaulkner]

This was really cute.

[thequeencity]

MATT REMPE ( NYR vs NJD. 04.03.24. )

[whatdiduexpectfromhockeyboys]

NJD vs NYR | 20230429

The vibe of a divorcing couple when they’re losing 🤐

[star2fishmeg]

Guys almost every player has just brawled mid-ice of this game, 1 potential ejection, someone's lost their jersey, gloves everywhere and there are few players just standing watching. It's giving NJD vs NYR but English

[captaindahlin]

njd vs nyr game 5 | akira is first star of the game :)

[jackhues]

I can totally imagine P being aus’s total fan girl right now, since she’s staying in florida she’s going to the tampa games, and she gets to watch him on tv. she definitely roasts quinn about,

“dada still play, you done” talking about the post season

LMAOO

peanut went to the first njd vs nyr game, then travelled to toronto for game 2 of their series, then went down to florida for about a week with mama and quinn for game 3 and 4 of the series. p loves watching the games in the stadium, but she gets really hyper and needs to run around a lot during the game, so she watches the away games at the airbnb with mama and quinn. during the leafs last game, where aus scored two goals back to back, p sees mama and q cheering and she makes a face at quinn and goes, "you done playing." and quinn is like "what?" bcz he's slow and doesn't understand the context. and p's pointing to the screen, where aus is celebrating and goes, "dada still playing. uncle jackie and uncle lukey still playing. you done now." and quinn's jaw's dropped, he doesn't know what to say while mama can't breathe bcz she's laughing so damn hard

[capnseriouslycanadian]

Almost game time. 😀 (via x)

[devilsgato]

NJD vs NYR

[bitchinbarzal]

yay! which ones ?

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[thequeencity]

CHRIS & MIKA | pre-season butt bumps ( NHL preseason. NYR vs NJD. 09.28.23. )

[whatdiduexpectfromhockeyboys]

NJD vs NYR | 20230427

Nico Hischier breathing porn appreciation

[patrickbacky]

I just went on the NHL app to check the score for NYR vs. NJD and their 5 mins into the second period and only have 7 and 8 shots on goal???

[thevannuckss]

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