NHL Imagines

Morgan Rielly

Okay so I'm making a few rules when it comes to imagines, as I will be opening up requests in a couple weeks.

1. No duplicates. As in if Sidney Crosby has already been written about, please don't request him again. I'll obviously finish the ones that have been requested.

2. Try your hardest with a topic. If you don't, it might end up as something like a break up because those are easiest for me to write about for some reason.

3. Don't ask when they'll be posted cause I have a lot going on and it takes motivation to write which I don't have a lot of.

4. If you request two players (which I'm completely fine with) I will do one player, write a few more, then do the second one.

5. Please and thank you go a long way in my book.

Anyway, St. Patrick's Day makes me miss dancing so much so this is what happens.

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The beginning of March was the most stressful for you. You had to make sure your students had their steps down and their dresses fit right. The little girls needed to learn how to pin their capes if someone wasn't around, which was very unlikely. Every little thing had to be perfect for the St. Patrick's Day show.

"The show is in three days and my dress still isn't here. I need my dress." You started to cry, walking around your boyfriend's apartment. His roommate was sitting on the couch, wondering why you were making such a big deal about a dress.

"You have three more days. Everything will work out."

"Morgan, you don't understand. You have duplicates of everything, and if you don't, you have someone to make sure you get something by your next game. I don't. I am that person for over 100 girls and I'm not even the fucking teacher!" Morgan grabbed your face, planting his lips on yours to make you shut up.

"I think you need some destressing." He pulled you into his room, making you forget about everything that needed to happen by the 17th.

The dress came in time, fitting perfectly, just like Morgan had said.

It was the moning of St. Patrick's Day and you were crying by nine. Your boyfriend was at practice, but some of your friends were able to calm you down. You wondered why you didn't retire with the rest of your classmates over a year ago.

"Good luck, baby." He kissed your cheek as you went back stage to put on your dress before the show. A couple of the high schoolers were trying to be get the little girls into line, but it was more like trying to herd cats.

Hoping everyone would leave you alone, you found an empty hallway and started beating out your steps. It didn't take long for your teacher to come find you.

"You're up next." It was your solo. Your teacher was so proud of that dance - as it won you many awards - but you hated when the spotlight was on you. Especially when it was because you dated a hockey player. You got on stage with a smile anyway.

"You did amazing." Morgan and some of his teammates crushed you in a group hug.

"No more ruining nap time with crying about a dress." Jake pulled on one of the curls of your wig.

"But this dress is so worth it." You laughed, twirling around.

"Keep the wig and crown, we're going out. If that dress wasn't so damn expensive, I'd tell you to keep it on too."

"Hey, don't tell my girlfriend to take off her clothes." Morgan joked, protectively.