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aww thank you darling!! 💕

NHL Fic Rec list

Hiii!!! I just wanted to share a few fics that really made me feel strong emotions...

Oh and make sure to check the warnings before reading :)

Avalanche:

Four times You Run Into Cale Makar and the One Time He Runs Into You - @kailyn-writes

i miss you like the very first night (Cale Makar) - @mattyanonwrites

Mistletoe Magic (Cale Makar) - @the-penalty-box-imagines

Nothin' Like You (Cale Makar) - @ghstandpucks

Teach Me To Please (Cale Makar) - @pucksalotguys

Annoying Little Brother (Erik Johnson) - @ghstandpucks

Apartment 352 pt 1 (Erik Johnson) - @imaginingsoftly

Have My Cake and Eat It Too (Erik Johnson) - @mikkorantanev

Like Father Like Son (Erik Johnson) - @ghstandpucks

look what you started (Erik Johnson) - @mattyanonwrites

Only All the Time (Erik Johnson) - @antoineroussel-archive

Overwhelming Light (Erik Johnson) - @burkymakar

the nanny (Erik Johnson) - @holy-pucks

Two Slow Dancers (Erik Johnson) - @hockeywocs

The Turn In Our Relationship (Gabriel Landeskog) - @yourfavewriteress

The Second Time (Nathan Mackinnon) - @wyattjohnston

Till Forever Falls Apart (Nathan Mackinnon & Sidney Crosby) - @pucksalotguys literally heres their whole masterlist i encourage you to read them all

Blues:

Right Under Our Noses (Colton Parayko) - @yourfavewriteress

Bruins:

5 Times the Team Told David He Was in Love + 1 Time he Realized it (David Pastrnak) - @mainlypastrnaksbae

Canucks:

Coach Hughes (Quinn Hughes) - @matsmarts

Midnight Rain (Quinn Hughes) - @babydollmarauders

Milkshakes AU (Quinn Hughes) - @hugheshugs

Devils:

Lies (Jack Hughes) - @nolanmoylee

Kraken:

Four Times His Teammates Said "I love you," and One Time He Did (Vince Dunn) - @blueskrugs

Panthers:

Baby, It's Cold Outside (Matthew Tkachuk) - @raysofcrosby

Wish We Were Older (Matthew Tkachuk) - @sorryjustafangirl

Penguins:

By The Water, Euphoria (Sidney Crosby) - @flashyfucker

Illicit Affairs (Sidney Crosby) - @blueskrugs

Two Little Lines (Sidney Crosby) - @pucksalotguys

Maple Leafs:

What Once Was (Mitch Marner) - @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Sabres:

All's well that ends well to end up with you (Tyson Jost) - @mattyanonwrites

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i adore your writing style it’s so sweet like 😘🤌 would you be able to write #13 from the christmas prompt list for morgan frost of the philadelphia flyers ? i know he’s a pretty lowkey player sorry if that makes it difficult i just found the pun irresistible lol

hii yes absolutely! i love morgan and you're so right the pun is so funny. i literally laughed out loud writing this so thank you for the genius!

and thank you :)) you can find it here! i hope you enjoy it!

🦋 mila

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Frosty the Snowman

Author: Mila

Player/Team: Morgan Frost - Philadelphia Flyers

Prompt: i adore your writing style it’s so sweet like 😘🤌 would you be able to write #13 from the christmas prompt list for morgan frost of the philadelphia flyers ? i know he’s a pretty lowkey player sorry if that makes it difficult i just found the pun irresistible lol | #13: Building a snowman

Requested: Yes    No   || Word Count: 958    ||   Rating: Pg

TW: none!

A/N: the pun is so FUNNY honestly (frosty killed me if i'm being honest) and also i had not seen morgan recently and i...👀👀👀

also requests are open, so send me asks for imagines/ships/dating would includes/etc.!

"Morgan, it's snowing!!" you shout with a wide smile on your face.

You were doing the dishes when you looked outside to see snow gracefully falling onto the grass below. You quickly squeezed out the sponge and threw it to the side, neglecting to finish the dishes.

Morgan was in his room playing video games, so he could barely hear you. You scared him a little when you sprinted into the room and jumped next to him on the bed with excitement. He gently took off his headphones, but continued to play. You looked at him expectantly and he glanced at you momentarily.

"Hi babe. Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Yes, did you hear me? It's snowing!!"

"First snow of the year!" he responded with a smile. "Are you wanting to go out and play in it, is that why you're looking at me all cute like that?"

"Yes please!" you said, and he chuckled.

"Five minutes."

You cheered and then jumped off the bed to get ready. Layering on socks, shirts, sweatshirts, and coats, you pulled yourself together and suited up for braving the freezing outdoors. You were ready with a few minutes to spare, so you spent the extra time gathering supplies. After Morgan finished his game, he did the same and you both ran outside when the lobby elevators opened.

Luckily, the apartment complex you lived in had a small green area in the front, so there was room enough to play around. You pulled Morgan onto the square and emptied your pockets.

"What's all this?" he asked with a laugh.

"I came prepared," you responded. "I found a scarf, an extra beanie, and a carrot. I thought we could build a snowman!"

"Okay, I'm down. But we have to roll him up first. I can start it, since it'll be heavy. You can help me push."

Morgan started rolling a small snowball and then it got bigger and bigger until the snow started cracking off. You had to pack the rest of the snow on by hand, so you took turns scooping it up in your gloved hands and slapping it onto the snowman. After a few minutes, he was turning out to be perfectly rounded. Well, except for a bump here and there.

When that layer was finished, you started on his tummy and then his head. In the end, the head ended up being about the same size as the tummy, so he was more of pear-shaped than a snowman-shaped, but close enough. Now, it was time to decorate him. You pulled out and held up the materials you had brought, but realized you were missing the most important parts.

"Aw, Mo, we don't have eyes! We can't have a snowman without eyes," you said sadly.

"Don't worry. We'll figure something out. Um..." he replied and searched your surroundings for something that could work. He suddenly reached down into the flower beds and pulled out a handful of smooth, grey rocks. He held them up to you. "These should do it?"

"They're perfect! Good thinking, babe."

The snowman was a little taller than you were, so Morgan placed the eyes and mouth - where you instructed him to - and you were in charge of the buttons. You did your best to space them out evenly. Morgan held you up to stick the nose into the snowman and to plop the hat on top of his head. Finally, you wound the scarf around his neck. When you stood back to look at him, you realized you were still missing something.

"We forgot the arms, too! We're terrible parents," you said, and Morgan laughed.

"Well, since our kid is going to melt in a few weeks, I would say we made the most of our time together. But you're right. We need sticks."

It was a little difficult to find sticks in the ankle-deep snow, so you wound up with two vastly different sized sticks for the arms. One was very short and the other a little too long. As you placed them and stepped back to look, Morgan wound his arms around you from behind and rested his head on yours. You smiled.

"Well, he's not perfect, but he's our little man."

"What should we name him?"

You thought for a moment and then smiled when the perfect idea came to you.

"How about Frosty? It's kind of cliché, but the pun with your name makes it worth it, I think."

Morgan laughed again and nodded.

"Frosty it is."

After a few moments of silence, Morgan spoke up.

"My fingers are frozen. Let's go inside and warm up."

"Okay, just one more thing."

He looked confused as you broke out of his grasp and ran up behind Frosty. You stayed as hidden as possible while you rolled up a compact snowball. Peeking around the edge of the snowman, Morgan had started checking his phone. Perfect distraction. You wound up and tossed the snowball at him. It hit his chest and slid down the jacket. You cheered and then laughed, but Morgan was already running at you. He lifted you over his shoulder and spun you around, all the while you were giggling until your stomach hurt.

When he put you down, you noticed the snowflakes in his eyelashes and hair. He looked magical. You gently raised yourself up onto your tiptoes and kissed him. His lips and nose were cold, but you felt all the warmth in the world anyway. You couldn't resist opening your eyes for quick second to look around. The snow was gently falling, the streets were quiet, and the love of your life was wrapped in your arms. Your eyes closed again, and it felt like a dream.

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Hot Chocolate Night

Author: Mila

Player/Team: Carter Hart - Philadelphia Flyers

Prompt: #29 - "It's bold of you to assume I haven't eaten my entire advent calendar"

Requested: Yes    No   || Word Count: 1134    ||   Rating: Pg-13

TW: sexual innuendos if you squint

A/N: i'm on a roll and planning to possibly post another one tonight lmao y'all when hockey hits it hits hard

also requests are open, so send me asks for imagines/ships/dating would includes/etc.!

“Alright do you want marshmallows, whipped cream, peppermint chunks, or chocolate chips?”

You looked at Carter and made a point to blink aggressively.

“Why would you ask like I only want one of those things?” you finally asked, and he laughed and held up his hands defensively.

“Well shame on me, I guess. I just figured I would check,” he replied and shook his head as he loaded up your hot chocolate. You eagerly accepted the mug when he passed it over to you but quickly set it down when your fingers started to burn.

“That’s gonna be really sweet, you know that right?” Carter asked as he started on his own cup.

“Excellent. I love sweet.”

“It’s also a lot of chocolate…”

“Even better. I would die for chocolate.”

“You really like chocolate that much?”

“Bold of you to assume I haven’t eaten my entire advent calendar,” you replied, taking a bite out of a marshmallow.

It had quickly become a yearly tradition, Hot Chocolate Night. Every year since you had been dating Carter, you’d spent December 1st together at his apartment. The first year it was an accident. It had been snowing and you came inside half frozen and depressed. Carter had known, as he always did, exactly what you needed to feel better: hot chocolate and a Christmas movie. That time it was just a normal cup of Swiss Miss milk chocolate with a few marshmallows thrown onto the top. But, since then, you had both gotten really serious about your hot chocolate nights and it had turned into a whole hot cocoa bar. That year was the culmination of your efforts, and you had gathered literally everything that could possibly have tasted halfway decent on top of warm hot chocolate.

As soon as Carter had his drink made, you hurried over to the couch and pulled the blanket over your cold feet. Carter settled in next to you and started the movie. He threw his arm around your shoulders and let you sit in the crook of his armpit. After you nestled into him, he gently kissed the top of your head and squeezed your shoulder. He smelled so good. He always did, despite his goalie gear smelling like a dead rat. Somehow, Carter always smelled like deep musty cologne. You weren’t paying any attention to the movie. You couldn’t focus on it with Carter sitting next to you looking so adorable in his Christmas pajamas. Not to mention that you could just barely feel his abs through the loose t-shirt he was wearing.

You absentmindedly traced your fingers along the lines of his stomach and accidentally reached a little too low when you felt his stomach suck in and he grabbed your hand. You glanced at him apologetically and shrugged. He gave you a quick stern look and then settled back down with his hand discretely resting on yours, fingers intertwined. You meant to stop staring at him, but for some reason you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

“What?” he whispered, without looking at you.

“Just you,” you whispered back with a smile.

“You’re missing the movie.”

“I’ve seen it a thousand times.”

“You’ve seen me a thousand times.”

“Maybe. But it feels like a brand-new story every time I do.”

He finally looked down at you with such a sweet smile plastered on his face, you felt like fainting. You reached up and curled your arms around his neck. One of his hands moved to rest on your hipbone and the other stayed curled around your shoulders. Pressing your lips together, you could taste the sweet chocolate and peppermint on his mouth. He leaned further into you, pressing you back against the couch. You allowed him to move you and smiled through the deep kisses that he captured your lips with. The moment your head hit the pillow stacked against the arm of the couch, you felt a fire in you. Your fingers tangled into Carter’s soft locks, and he slid his forearms underneath your back to hold you close against him.

Just the moment that his hips started to press into yours, there was a knock at the door. Carter pulled away, but just far enough to look at the door. You both remained frozen, hoping it was the wrong door. But then it came again. As Carter rolled off of you, you groaned and held onto his hands. When you tried to pull him back, he sat next to you.

“Just ignore it. They’ll go away,” you whispered, playing with his fingers. He grinned softly and brushed a piece of hair from your face.

“If it’s what I think it is, you’ll want me to answer it,” he replied, and you shot him a confused look. The excitement of a potential surprise caught you off guard just long enough for him to slip away from your grasp.

You couldn’t help but notice how nice his butt looked in his pajama pants and you bit your lip feeling a blush come to your cheeks. As he opened the door, you tried to peer around him to see what he was looking at, but he did a wonderful job of blocking your view perfectly. He turned around with whatever it was hidden behind his back and a smirk on his face. When he finally got to the couch, you anxiously lifted your arms out.

“Show meeeee!” you squealed, and he laughed.

“Pick a hand.”

You glared at him, but he only repeated it. After a moment of thought, you pointed to the right one and he lifted out an empty hand.

“Stop! That’s so mean, Carter!!” you shouted and stood up to tackle him. He caught you with one hand, still holding your surprise behind his back with the other. You were surprised at his strength in being able to keep you back with only one arm.

“Calm down, and you can have it.”

You huffed and sat down on the couch with crossed arms and a pout. He leaned forward and brought out a shiny new box of chocolates from behind his back. It was your favorite brand. You snagged it and immediately noticed the photo decorating the top. It was the first selfie you and Carter had taken as a couple. You glanced up at him with glazed eyes and smiled the widest smile you ever had in your life.

“Good gift?” Carter asked, and you nodded enthusiastically. You tackled him again with a hug, and he gently kissed your neck.

“I still get a real Christmas gift, too though, right?” you asked, and Carter laughed.

“It’s half a gift for you and half a gift for me, but yes.”

“Carter Hart,” you responded, “did you get me lingerie?”

His silence told you everything, and you laughed.

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Hi! Do you have a list of who you would write for?

Hi! TBH i write for so many that i don't keep a list! The only players i actively DON'T write for rn are:

Patrick Kane, Evander Kane, Matthew Tkachuk, & Auston Matthews

I'll more than likely write for the player you might have in mind, so feel free to request and ask!

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Mistletoe Magic

Author: Mila Player/Team: Cale Makar - Colorado Avalanche Prompt: #10 - Mistletoe Requested: Yes    No   || Word Count: 1107    ||   Rating: Pg

TW: None! A/N: i'm back!! i've been obsessing over cale lately so have this :) let's just pretend this one takes place in pre (or post) covid times lmao also requests are open, so send me asks for imagines/ships/etc.!

"I'm so sorry I was late! There was an accident on the highway, and I-" you said through ragged breaths. "Hey, calm down! It's okay. You didn't miss anything. Just take a moment to breathe, though. I don't want you passing out on me," your best friend Cale grabbed your shoulders and gently squeezed them to try and stabilize you. Little did he know that it only made you feel weaker. You smiled painfully and tried to catch your breath while he took your coat. The Avs were having a Christmas auction where bidders could buy some of the guys' old stuff - sticks, pucks, jerseys, the works. All of the proceeds were going to the children's hospital. While the guys, of course, had to be there, they were also encouraged to bring their significant others or friends. According to Cale, they were told to "invite as many people as possible". The more people attending, the more money to donate to the charity. Plus, nothing helps publicity more than a nice wholesome family vibe. While you weren't family or Cale's significant other, you were his best friend. And to be honest, there was no one he would have rather invited that night. The dress code was formal, so you were wearing a gorgeous dark green outfit that complimented your skin and hair colors perfectly. Per your request, you had coordinated outfits beforehand with Cale, so he looked absolutely dashing in a dark black suit with a green tie to match the same deep green as your outfit. Once you'd shrugged your coat off, Cale held out his elbow and you gently took it. "What a gentleman you are, Cale," you said with a grin. "I can be when I try," he responded, and you giggled. He led you to a table where you had some snacks and drinks. Champagne, wine, and beer were all available. Cale had a bottle of beer and you decided on a glass of champagne. Neither of you would know the difference between a high quality brand of alcohol or a low quality one, but it didn't make much difference. Sitting there with Cale, drinking and looking fabulous, you felt so very happy. He didn't know, but you had been crushing on him hard for three or so years. You wanted to say something many times, but you just couldn't bring yourself to actually do it. Instead, you just laughed at his jokes and spent as much time with him as possible - without being weird. Now that he was playing for the Avs, he was gone much more frequently than he used to be and finding quality time to spend together was hard, especially in the winter. You were more than overjoyed when Cale had asked you to be his date to the Avs charity auction. After snacking and sitting through the auction, Cale left you alone to take some pictures and sign some merch for the fans who attended. You talked with some of the other players' partners and then just rested at the table until Cale returned. When he got back, some games and a little bit of dancing had broken out. He offered you his hand, and you took it. "Want to play Connect 4?" he asked, and you laughed. "Not particularly. Do you want to play cornhole?" "Not particularly," now it was his turn to laugh. You had been too busy to notice the group of Cale's friends standing in front of you, but when they started hooting and hollering you turned your head. It was Nathan, Gabe, and Mikko. You awkwardly waved as Cale introduced you and said hello. “So, are you gonna follow the rules or give us all bad luck?” Gabe asked with a chuckle. “What are you talking about?” Cale asked with a laugh, and Gabe pointed above you. You followed his finger to see a tiny sprig of mistletoe hanging above your heads. It was taped to the ceiling with white hockey tape, which made you giggle. You glanced down at Cale to realize he was also taking in the meaning of everything. You were standing under the mistletoe. Both of you. And now both of you were flushing furiously. Cale’s pink cheeks were now a deep shade of burgundy, and you imagined yours weren’t far away on the color spectrum. You folded your arms across your chest and avoided eye contact while the boys roasted Cale. Eventually, you gained

enough courage to lift your eyes. You met his own, and he sheepishly grinned. “Well…if it’s bad luck…” he said and stepped closer to you. You couldn’t move, your feet firmly planted on the ground. When his hand cupped your cheek and the other slid around your waist, you felt your body go even stiffer, if that was possible. He gently leaned down and pressed his soft lips against yours. They were slightly cold, but thanks to your burning embarrassment it was a welcome temperature change. You pressed back against him and let your hands rest on his chest. As his lips began to pull away and head turn down, you felt yourself moving further into him. When he finally broke away, you noticed his moment of hesitation before the air cleared between you. You heard the boys even though your eyes were closed. They let out a chorus of “oohs” and “awwwws”. When you finally let yourself look, you saw Cale standing across from you with the biggest smile on his face. You had both felt that the kiss was special, and you had the urge to tell him. You had to tell him now, before this moment was ruined or expired. You reached out and grabbed his hand, but as you opened your mouth he spoke first. “I like you,” he said, and you started. Before you had a chance to respond, he continued. “I really like you, and I have for a while. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. And I want to kiss you again and again and again. If you’ll let me.” You hesitantly glanced toward the hoard of grown men watching your drama like it was a reality tv show or an episode of The Bachelor. “Of course I’ll let you, dummy. I would want nothing more than for you to kiss me for the rest of my life!” you finally responded and threw yourself into his arms. He squeezed you tight, gleeful laughs spilling out of your lungs. As he twirled you around, you only laughed harder when you saw the puppy dog expressions plastered all over the boys’ faces. Mistletoe really is magic.

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hi friends!

it's been a while since you've heard from me lolol but i miss writing for this blog, talking to all of you, and getting to hear your creative dreams and ideas very very much

i want to do something fun for christmas, so i'm gonna use a christmas prompt list (i just reblogged it!) and try to post a fic at least once a week! they'll be totally random (i'm using my dnd dice to roll lmao), BUT my requests are still open, and i would love to start writing for hockey again!!!

feel free to send me asks/requests for fics, ships, headcanons, whatever! i have a rules page that i ask you to read beforehand, but it's not long i promise :p

i appreciate all of you, especially everyone who has supported me and still follows me (wow there are so many of you!) and i wanna say thanks :))

xx mila

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XMAS PROMPT LIST 🎄🎁❄️

SCENARIOS;

Decorating the tree

Dancing in the snow

Present shopping

Gift giving

Wrapping gifts

Making a gingerbread house

Gingerbread house competition

Snowball fight

Sledging

Mistletoe

Christmas baking

Christmas market

Making snowmen

Christmas party

Watching Christmas movies

Dancing to Christmas music

Going ice skating

Christmas dinner

Making Christmas dinner

Fake dating for Christmas Ball

Secret Santa

Both reaching for the last cookie

Making Christmas decorations

New Years Countdown

NYE Party

DIALOGUES;

"Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

"That should be our Christmas card this year."

"Why'd you turn the music off?"

"I know we said no presents this year but..."

“I hate Christmas shopping.” - “I love Christmas shopping!”

“Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?”

“What do you think? Like the tree?”

“Open your stocking!”

“It’s snowing!”

“What are you doing?” - “Making a snow angel.”

“Do people even use nutcrackers?”

“Do you still believe in Santa?”

“You’d make a cute elf.”

“Look! Reindeers!”

“Is that supposed to be a snowman?”

“Do you have any carrots?”

“This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

“You have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute.”

“Come here by the fire.”

“Please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous.”

“You’ve really made my Christmas this year.”

“I thought you were going home for Christmas.” - “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”

“I’m never letting you convince me to go carolling again.”

“Hey, if we don’t find someone by midnight…you and me…maybe?” - “Ask me properly and I might consider it.”

“Here, you can have one of my gloves.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Did you get us matching pyjamas?”

“You look so beautiful in the snow.”

“It’s bold of you to assume I haven’t eaten my entire advent calendar.”

“Christmas hot chocolate is not normal hot chocolate. Where are the marshmallows?”

“Smell this candle, it’s amazing.”

“Aren’t you going to write your letter to Santa?”

“I’ll let you sit on my knee.”

“You’re my Christmas angel.” - “Wow that was…intense.” - “Just take the compliment.”

“Will you be my new years kiss?”

“But I wanted to be Santa this year!”

“Did you make me a tinsel crown?”

“I can’t get the star on, would you give me a hand?”

“Looks like you’ve had a few drinks!” - “You haven’t had enough if you’re noticing. Come on, bar’s over there.”

“Will you make me a hot chocolate?” - “Name all the reindeer and I will.”

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notion headers • cale makar + minimalism

Requested by anon

Credits of the headers’ elements and style go to their respective owners. I only assembled them to make the headers.

like & reblog if you use

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Since when do you not write for Matthew Tkachuk?

hi anon, 

i know i've written quite a bit for matthew tkachuk in the past, but since i reopened the blog I decided not to write for him anymore. there are a couple reasons why, but the one that convinced me to put him on my list was that i started dating someone who used to play with him back in the day. (this is a person who i love very, very, very much and respect endlessly and trust). they confirmed that matthew tkachuk is just not a nice person.

from what this person has told me (and from things that i had already seen and read about him) he’s just not a person who i feel like i can write for anymore. i’ve realized that i don’t have to write for players who i don’t like. (that was something i did a lot in the beginning, because i wanted to make people happy)

sorry for the changes but its my blog ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ you can definitely search for that somewhere else! you just won't find it on my account.

thanks guys and you can find other players i won't write for here

xx mila 

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How bout brady tkachuk?

while i’m almost positive that you’re asking whether i do or do not take requests for brady tkachuk, you also might just be asking my opinion on brady? so to answer both questions... 

yes! i will 1000% write for brady. even though he doesn’t have eyebrows, he’s great - funny, talented, and nice - and we love and stan brady!

side note - while i don’t necessarily have anything against matthew, there is a very specific reason that i don’t write for him lmao which i am willing to share if people are curious xx mila 

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can i get a ship then🥺 23, toronto. i am 5’8” & fit, but a little on the slimmer side. i have long black hair, hazel eyes, tanned skin and freckles all over my nose. i have several tattoos on both of my legs and a couple on my right arm. i also have a few body piercings as well! if you don’t know me i look kinda mean, but i’m actually very nice i promise lol💓 i love taking care of myself and others, animals, yoga, snowboarding, travelling, running, nature, (watching) sports, and fashion!🌸💓

I ship you with…

VINCE DUNN!

Vince is obsessed with you for sure. He thinks you are absolutely gorgeous and takes wayyy too many pictures of you! He loves your tattoos, and you actually decide to get a matching tattoo together! Ironically, he really likes that you look mean on the outside (even though he doesn’t think so) but are a softie on the inside. He always says that it shows how strong you are as a person. He will definitely let you take care of him if you want to, especially if you’re brining him food while he’s gaming (he a nerd). Y’all would for sure adopt a dog together, and it would be a super cute pupper, but very hyper lol Vince would definitely go with you on runs and snowboarding. He’s not a huge fan of yoga, but he tries lol you just laugh at him so it’s a win for everyone!

(side note: girl you are so sweet/nice! your messages were literally so cute! i enjoy when my anons use emojis in their asks lol

xx mila 💛 💛

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hey babe, are you still doing ships??🌸💓

absolutely!!

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hello! may i request a fluffy imagine for cody glass (vgk), maybe with themes of comfort and cheering up someone who's been feeling unwell ;; thankyou very much!!

for sure! cody’s a cutie :)

find it here

enjoy! xx mila

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Thermometer

Author: Mila

Player/Team: Cody Glass - Vegas Golden Knights

Prompt: hello! may i request a fluffy imagine for cody glass (vgk), maybe with themes of comfort and cheering up someone who's been feeling unwell ;; thankyou very much!!

Requested: Yes    No   || Word Count:  716   ||   Rating: Pg

A/N: First imagine back yay! Small warning there are mentions of getting sick, but nothing too graphic. I hope you guys enjoy this one!! Thanks for requesting :) xx mila

“Oh no!!” you shouted, frowning down at the thermometer.

Your boyfriend, Cody, came rushing into the bathroom, a look of concern gracing his features.

“What’s wrong?!”

You gave him a pouty face as you turned the thermometer to show him the results. 101. You were definitely sick. Cody had a big game tonight – his first in the NHL! You were planning on attending and serving as his cheering section. You had even spent a couple of hours on a poster you were going to use as a surprise for him. Although you’d been feeling unwell the past few days, you were hoping it was just something you ate or a small virus. You figured it would be gone in a few days. That was until this morning, when you woke up and had to run immediately to the bathroom. You barely made it to the toilet before your insides came out.

“Oh...it’s okay...” he said, scratching the back of his head.

“But this means that I can’t go to your game tonight. After I promised you that I would.”

You dropped the thermometer on the table and went into the bedroom, dramatically plopping onto the bed. He came to sit beside you. As you thought about missing the game, your eyes began to burn, and tears started to stream down your face. They were warm and salty when they hit your lips. You felt Cody’s hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles around your spine. His fingers were warm and soft as your tears silently fell, staining the bedspread.

“Maybe...maybe I could still go,” you said, sitting up and sniffing.

“No, baby. That’s out of the question. You’re sick, and you need to stay home and rest so that you can get better.”

“But I promised you that I would go, and if I don’t then I’m breaking my promise to you. Plus, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t show up to support you on what might be the best and most important night of your life?”

“Y/N, you are the best girlfriend I could ever have asked for. I have no idea how you could think otherwise. You don’t have to be there for me all the time. You’ve already done so much for me, but right now you need to do something for you,” he said, pulling your face to his mouth and pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into the crook of his neck. He was so warm and soft you could have fallen asleep right there in his arms. He pulled your legs onto his lap and rested his face on the top of your head. Every once in a while, you felt him give you a soft kiss over your hair as his hand rubbed your back again. You shed a few more tears before feeling your eyes grow heavy.

The next thing you knew, you woke up feeling very drowsy, and lying underneath the blankets with your favorite stuffed animal placed next to you. You sat up in bed to see Cody sitting near you, playing a video game on the computer and talking quietly to his friends.

“Cody?”

He turned around and gave you a smile, leaving the game and bringing you a cup of tea that was sitting next to him. You had no idea how long ago he had made it, but it was still steaming. Once you took it, he sat on the edge of the bed and brushed some stray hairs out of your face.

“You made me tea? And tucked me in?”

“Of course,” he said, smiling. “It’s part of my job as your boyfriend.”

You just smiled and leaned in to peck him on the cheek. He took your cup of tea back and placed it on the nightstand. He leaned towards you, pressing his lips firmly onto your own. You dropped back onto the bed and tangled your fingers into his hair as he smiled into the kiss. When he pulled back, you chuckled.

“Aren’t you going to get sick now, too?”

He looked up to the ceiling as if thinking about it, then he smirked down at you.

“Ehh...it was worth it,” he replied, kissing you again.

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can i get a ship please

of course! just send in a quick description of yourself!

xx mila 💛

[the-penalty-box-imagines]

Heey if you're still doing the ships I'd love to get one!

Of course! I’m always doing ships!! Just send in a description of yourself, and I’ll pair you with someone and tell you why :) Just keep in mind that the more information you give, the better your result will be!!

xx mila 💛