NHL Imagines

Steve Stamkos

Even though you've been a hockey fan since you were little, this was the first NHL game you've been to. Your best friend was a huge Bruins fan and had gotten tickets to the game for her birthday. Since you liked the Sharks, you didn't get the chance of seeing your team play. You wore a plain black t-shirt with a sweatshirt over it. Your friend however, wore her jersey.

Even though you didn't really care for either teams, you were excited to be there. The energy in the arena was unbelievable. No matter who was cheering for the Lightning or the Bruins, they were all so friendly. With a few exceptions of course.

You had glass seats next to the home team's bench. They hadn't started warming up, but couldn't wait for when they did. You had been to professional baseball games before. Your parents had season tickets to the Rays. But this was so much different. Baseball was relaxed and hockey? Hockey was fast paced and definitely kept you on the edge of your seat.

When the teams came out to warm up, your friend started freaking out.

"Look," she was hitting your arm repeatedly, "There's Chara! He's so tall. Oh my gosh. I can't believe we're this close. Where's Lucic?"

"I just want to say what a piece of shit I think Lucic is," you quoted another hockey player as your friend was hyperventilating over her favorite Bruin.

"I can't believe you don't like him."

"He's a dirty player. This whole team is dirty. I'm more of a Rask girl anyway."

She calmed down once Lucic made his way onto the ice and started taking shots. There was around 10 minutes left in warm ups when she started hitting you again.

"What this time?" You looked at her with a raised brow. You felt kind of bad you were getting annoyed by her, but this was getting old really quick.

"Stamkos keeps looking at you," Right on cue, you met his bright blue eyes. He was closer than you thought he was.

"Um. Maybe he's looking at someone else?"

"Nope. Definitely at you," I shrugged it off and went back to watching them warm up.

It was a good game. the Bruins won 3-1 which made your best friend happy. Before you were getting up from your seats, a man came over to find you.

"Excuse me miss," He spoke to you, "Would you and your friend come with me? You are wanted in the locker room."

You looked at your friend confused as she pushed you forward to follow him. He took you down a hall and the closer we got to your destination, the more it smelled like sweaty hockey players. The man that brought you down there, said to wait in the hall while he went to go get whoever.

"I bet it's Stamkos," She got really excited.

"I bet it's not."

You started to get impatient, leaning against the wall. After about 10 minutes, you finally found out why you had been brought back here.

"Told you it was Stamkos," your friend mumbled to you, "Well, this was fun. Have her back by 11!"

"Hi, I'm Steve," He stuck his hand out for you to shake it as you told him your name. His eyes were even prettier up close. The two of you talked in the hall for a while. Everyone passed by you as they left, but it didn't seem like he wanted to go anywhere else.

"I think you're a great girl, beautiful too. Would you like to go on a date with me sometime?"

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I'm sorry this isn't that great, but I'll have the others out hopefully some time this weekend/next week.