NHL Imagines

Filip Forsberg

Done packing with exception of a couple shirts and sweatshirts I HAVE to bring with me (Megna shirsey, can't forget that) and I had this really good idea that works best with Filip, so here you go.

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The minute you graduated, you left your small Nebraska town and went to Nashville to pursue your dream in country music. Everyone had faith in you, as you had won all the music competitions you had entered in your home state.

It was hard at first, struggling to get playing time. They barely let 18 year olds into bars, let alone sing at them, but once you turned 19, your luck started to change.

You had a regulat gig at one of the bars on Broadway. It was at 6 on Saturday nights. Not great, but not bad for someone who had been here for only a year. 

One Saturday night in April, you were getting ready to go on stage when a group of guys walking in caught your attention. They were all dressed nicely. You recognized one from the side of the Bridgestone Arena, they were hockey players. Unable to look away and close your mouth fast enough, one of the guys smiled. He was laughing at you. You shrugged and grabbed your guitar to go on stage.

"Between the lunch and dinner rush, Kelly caught that outbound bus to Vegas.." You always started with a cover from one of your favorite artists. The middle of your set was the older country songs that you loved to cover and the end was always the songs you had written yourself.

You took a drink of the beer you had sitting next to the water bottle. One of the bartenders had become like a big sister to you and snuck you a drink every time you played.

The one hockey player that caught you staring, was now staring at you. You were used to people staring, but he was attractive and he seemed to be focused on you and only you while his friends - or teammates - were talking to other girls.

"Go on get it out boy, say I'm the only one that makes you this crazy. Come on, tell me how boy. How I'm the only thing you're thinking 'bout lately. But what you don't know, what you don't know is what a girl like me would do for a boy like you.

"I'll see y'all next Saturday." You waved and left the stage, going back to wear they stored the alcohol and the other acts got ready. You put your guitar in its case and turned into the tall, muscular. You stared at each other for a minute before he introduced himself.

"I'm Filip." He had a thick accent, making him even cuter.

"I don't think you're supposed to be back here and I don't think you're old enough to buy us a drink, so why don't we get out of here? I usually go get a milkshake before going home for the night." He nodded and followed you to your truck and put your guitar in the backseat before walking a few blocks to the ice cream shop.

"So Filip. Where are you from and why are you in Nashville?"

"Sweden and hockey."

"Ah. So you're a Predator? That's cool." You went back to your oreo milkshake while he talked about himself a little more. 

The two of you ended up shutting down the shop. You probably talked about everything, even how annoying bugs are during the summer.

"Well, can I see you again?"

"Yeah, of course. You know where to find me." You winked and started to walk away.

"Wait!" He called after you. You smiled, turning on your heels.

"Hmm?" Filip didn't answer, just kissed you. "Okay, I guess you can have my number now."