Hockey Imagines

Tuukka Rask Imagine

You were working your stupid minimum wage job at the TD Garden picking up the trash that all the crazy Boston fans left behind after events. Tonight’s even was a hockey game and the fans were particularly messy during games. Although you loved being able to watch the games for free, you were tired and it was late and you really just wanted to get home and go to bed.

It was well after the game and you were the only one in the stands. You were walking along and sweeping up stray pieces of popcorn and picking up empty cups when you glance towards the ice and you saw a man sitting a few seats from the ice. He looked like he was very deep in thought and you weren’t sure what to do. You thought it was a fan who didn’t want to leave. You were surprised that security hadn’t told him to leave already. You walked down the stairs towards the ice so you wouldn’t startle the man.

“Sir, you can’t be here. I’m sorry, but you have to leave.” You yelled out to him a few rows back. He seemed to break out of his thoughts and slowly turn around to look at you. You gasped a little when you saw who was sitting in front of you. It was no other than the best goalie in Boston, Tuukka Rask.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I thought you were a fan.” You said to him.

“I can leave if you need me too.” Tuukka said to you.

“Uh, no, you’re fine.” You smiled at him sheepishly. You couldn’t believe that you were meeting THE Tuukka Rask looking like this. Your hair was pulled back and you were wearing an obnoxious yellow shirt that said ‘staff’ really large on the back and you were sure that your make-up looked terrible after a day of working.

He smiled back at you, “What’s your name?” He asked.

“Y/N.” You said shyly.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Tuukka.”

“I know who you are.” You said to quickly. You mentally kicked yourself for looking like an obsessed fan. You walked down to him and sat in the row behind him so you were close to him, but not close enough that he’d think you were weird.

Tuukka laughed, “Is that so?”

“Of course.” You said smiling, “You played really great tonight.” You offered.

Tuukka shook his head slightly, “I let too many goals in. We lost and it’s my fault.” He said looking out at the ice.

“No it’s not. You guys are a team. So that means you guys work together. You all did awesome tonight, it just didn’t happen for you guys, but I know you’ll get them next time.” You encouraged with a smile.

Tuukka turned to smile at you, “You’re real sweet, Y/N. Would you want to get coffee sometime?”

“You want to have coffee with me?” You asked in disbelief, almost choking on air.

“Well, I mean if you want to. You don’t have to I just thought you were nice to talk to and—“

“No. I mean yes. Of course I’d like to.” You said as your cheeks burned red.

“Great. What are you doing tomorrow? We have an early practice so I’ll be free around four?”

“That sounds great.” You smiled at him. He pulled out his phone to put your number into and you did the same. “I, uh, should get back to work.” You said as you stand up.

“Yeah, I should get going too. I have an early day tomorrow followed by an awesome date so I better go home and get some sleep.” He said as he winked at you.

You smiled and said that you would see him tomorrow and wished him a goodnight and got back to work with a huge smile that didn’t leave your face for the rest of the night.