NHL Imagines

Jonathan Toews

Based on Baggage Claim by Miranda Lambert.

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You loved Jonathan. You loved that he openly talked about getting engaged soon, but still wanted to keep it a secret from you. Everything about him, really.

Except for his whining. 

It never happened very often, but you couldn't  stand it. You had just gotten back from dinner with a couple of your friends and some of their significant others. It was a wedding party get together after looking for dresses.

"How do they not like me?"

"Joe is a die-hard Wild fan." Who hated everyone except for his team and some former players. "Not to mention a die-hard American. Minnesotans just take it too far."

"That why you stayed at UND for school?" You rolled your eyes and your dress on the couch until you went upstairs. "Seriously, I like to think I'm a decent guy. I like this country almost as much as Canada."

"Hey Jon, do you have an iron deficiency?" 

He gave you a funny look as you kicked off your heels, "No, why?"

"Because your ego is bruised so. Damn. Easy." You took one of the decorative pillows from the couch, hitting him with it a few times. "Oh I'm Jonathan Toews. I have two gold medals and three Stanley Cups. I expect everyone to be in love with me." You mimicked.

He stood there, trying his hardest not to laugh, "You done?"

"Yeah I think so."

"Good because now you get to be hit with the pillow." He chased you around the house, eventually ending up in the guest room. He was at the door, you were standing by the window, pillow in front of you for protection.

"Alright, alright. Can we have a truce? It's not fair that you are Jonathan Toews and I am slightly out of shape." You huffed, trying to catch your breath.

"I didn't even come close to getting a hit in."

"Yeah, like your ego, I bruise easily."

"No you don't or else my hands definitely would have made marks on your thighs the other night.." While he was trying to think about whether or not you were lying, you managed to get past him, kissing his cheek on the way, "Hey! It's like impossible to give you hickeys. You're lying." 

You laughed as you got undressed in your bedroom, getting in bed to read.

"You are a liar." Your boyfriend climbed on the bed and you didn't like where it was going. He started tickling you, making you lose your place in the book. "I'll stop when you take that back."

"Okay, unlike your ego I don't bruise easily. Peaches don't even bruise that easy." He got upset and rolled over to his side of the bed. "It's okay. I still love you."

"Yeah, whatever." He laughed, pulling you over for a kiss.