NHL Imagines

Jake Virtanen

For @janoskianatormaddie

Hope you enjoy it! :)

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For the summer, a few of the team Canada junior players were staying together, having fun and training. You, the younger sister of Max Domi, were planning on staying with them for a while.

You knew the guys since you were little. Well, most of them. You even dated one of them. But that ended in a teen pregnancy and one mad Domi.

Or two. It took a while for Max to forgive his teammate, and you still haven't, but they got over it.

You stepped into the house, dropping your bag at the door. "Boys I'm here!" You pushed your aviators up on your head to keep the hair out of your eyes.

"How's my favorite little sister?" Max picked you up and spin you around before running back outside.

"Well I'm sick now. Thanks for that." You stumbled, trying to regain your footing. Someone grabbed you from behind, holding you up straight. "Thanks. Jake?"

"Hey it's been a while." He smiled at you, but you couldn't smile back.

"Yeah."

"How's my favorite Domi?" Ekblad picked you up to hug you again.

"She's doing alright, how are you dumbass?"

"Dumbass is doing pretty good. Ready to get out on the boat?"

"Always!"

The group of you went out on the lake. Some of the girlfriends went with, jealous that they would never fit in as well as you.

That night, while everyone was dancing around the fire, drinking, you sat on a blanket, singing to everyone. You hated it, but you were a people pleaser and couldn't say no to what everyone wanted.

But, you could take a bathroom break and mix yourself a very strong drink to forget that Jake was here.

The cup was mostly rum with a dash of coke. You downed it quickly and made another.

"Keep drinking like that and your pretty voice won't be able to sing very well." You turned around to see Jake standing behind you.

"Last time I did what you said, I ended up pregnant."

"Listen, I'm sorry about bitching out on you. I really am. I'm sure the adoptive parents love her and I never stopped loving you." You rolled your eyes and started drinking straight from the bottle.

"I cried over you. I fucking kept your baby inside me for nine months. I- I fucking love you and I hate myself for that." You started crying and he pressed his lips against yours, picking you up to set you on the counter. Next thing you knew, a box was thrown at you.

Max was standing in the doorway, laughing, "Those are the only ones I have left so make sure you put them to use."

"Why don't we start over?"

"I like that." You bit back a drunk smile, praying that it didn't end up like the last time.