NHL Imagines

#1 Jonathan Toews-#19 Chicago Blackhawks

  You sight looking down at your work. The noise of pucks bouncing of the boards of the outdoor rink in front of your house kept tempting you to go play. You look out threw the window and see players of all ages playing pickup hockey. "That's it." you mutter under your breath , getting up from your spot. You run upstairs to change into something more comfortable. You run to the basement to find your barely sharpened skates and your old  hockey stick an finally head out the front door.  As you walked threw the park, you found familiar faces and not so familiar ones. A couple of guys with whom you used to hang out with greeted you with gentle nods and big smiles once you opened the door to the chalet. Without wasting another second, you laced up your skates, tuck in your sweatpants and pull on your (favourite player's) jersey over your head. There was 3 ices available; the first one was smaller than the others but was  only used by very young kids who seemed to be learning to skate with their parents and friends, the middle one included all sorts of people: figure skaters, young hockey players, a ringuette team and a bunch of buddies just having a good time skating in circles. You however felt up to challenge and headed to the main ice, surrounded by boards where a game was about to start. saying hi to your friends, you put your stick in the middle of the ice with the others and made your way to your side once the teams were now shortly readjusted. "Y/N! why dont you take the face this time!" you friend Jack shouted. "Gladly!" you cheered backed. You took your regular stance in front of a guy in a Toews jersey as the snow fell down hiding his face. It felt so good to skate, you hadn't skated in a while. The sound of skates gliding on the frozen surface, the sound of passes being perfectly accepted and the ding it made when the puck hits the crossbar was music to ears. Your thoughts quickly disappeared as someone in a Habs jersey made you a perfect pass leading you to a break away. Being the one of the only girls on the ice brought a lot of attention which you gladly accept scoring a few goals. A few hours pass by as you decided to go back and finish your work as you start leaving the ice. Suddenly, you feel someone grab your wrist and turn you around "Hey, your were really good out there" the Toews jersey says. "Thanks, you weren't that bad yourself" you reply. "I'm Jonathan" he says in a charming voice.  "Y/N" you answer as you look up and see his face :the guy in the #19 jersey was himself, Jonathan Toews.
"I had higher expectations for you Jonathan..." You said with grin. "You don't think I'm that good?" He said with a chuckle. "No it's not that, you're quite good. But you broke the dress code, no one ever wears their own jersey".

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