NHL Imagines

Brendan Gallagher (Montreal Canadiens)

"(Y/N)! Here! Here!" my teammate, Audrey, shouted as we hustled down the ice.

I looked at her, then in front of me, noticing a girl from the opposing team charging at me. I passed the puck to Audrey, seeing right before she scored, then I felt something hit my face. I fell to the ice hard and laid there for a minute to catch my breath, a few of my teammates coming up to check on me. Whistles blew from all corners of the ice.

I stood up shakily and threw my gloves to the side, nodding to the girl to take hers off as well. She just shook her head, waved her stick and skated off, leaving me pissed off with a bleeding lip. A ref came up and made sure I was okay.

"What a bitch," Audrey swore as she skated up to me, hitting her helmet with mine "good play, (Y/L/N),"

I nodded in acknowledgment, skating towards the bench to grab the awaiting towel from our trainer. He held it to my lip and led me back to the locker room, stitching up the cut on my top lip in time for the end of third.

The Canadiennes started with a power play, giving us the motivation to win. The puck dropped and I almost immediately headed for the girl who had hit me earlier. She was with the puck right behind our net. I picked up my speed a bit and felt my body connect with hers, sending her against the boards and to the ice.

Fans in the audience cheered, little kids hitting the glass near where I was.

I skated away from her and stood in front of the Inferno's goalie, making myself a screen for my linemates to shoot. The goalie pushed at me a couple times, but I stood my ground. Julie and Sophie tossed it back and forth for awhile before Julie sniped it at the net. I moved out of the way just in time for it to go in. I raised my arms, cheering loudly.

||After the game||

"Good win, my little fighter,"

I turned around with a smile on my face. "Hey babe, did you guys win?"

Brendan nodded and picked me up off the ground, kissing me quickly, then setting me back down. I noticed a cut across his cheek and brushed my fingers against it lightly. "Who was it?"

"Chara," he smirked.

"Damn Bren, you're asking for a death wish," I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Look who's talking, Ms. Aggressive. I saw your little taunts and that cut on your lip is fairly prominent. That check was beautifully laid by the way," he took my hand "do burgers sound good right now?"

"Anything sounds good after games, Bren," I laughed, picking up my bag from the ground.

We ended up going to the nearest A&W and placed our orders, grabbing a table in the corner of the restaurant.

"How's your lip doing?" Brendan frowned, reaching out to touch it.

I flinched back and hit his hand away. "It hurts really, really bad,"

"You need a kiss to make it feel better?" he teased, puckering his lips.

I shook my head, scrunching my nose playfully. "No, I do not need a kiss to make it feel better. Especially not one from you,"

"That hurts," he pouted, thanking the waitress for bringing our food.

I picked up a fry from my basket, popping it in my mouth. "Yeah, okay,"

"For that, you owe me a root beer float," he winked, reaching over and grabbing food from me.

"Brendan, we ordered the same thing. There's no need for stealing my food," I retaliated by taking some of his as well.

"Okay, okay, even. We're even," he let out one of his adorable giggles, sitting back in his seat and looking at me.

"Can I help you with something or do you just enjoy watching other people eat their food?" I laughed, throwing my straw wrapper at him.

"I'm just admiring you from a short distance," he put his hands up in defense, taking a bite out of his burger.

"You're admiring me? Why?" I furrowed my brows.

"I think it's funny how you can go from this aggressive ass-kicker to being my sarcastic, beautiful and loving girlfriend in less than an hour,"

I rolled my eyes. "I can assure you I look beautiful while kicking ass,"

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