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sapphicwhxre · 3 years

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omg asteria! congrats on 2k!! 🥳 you deserve every single one, queen.

may i get a ship 💙? i would love it if you shipped me with one of the hp boys! (also, i'm comfortable with nsfw headcanons).

okay, here we go:

i'm an infp-t, plus a leo sun and a proud ravenclaw.

i'm 1.60 m (which apparently converts to 5ft 2' ??)

i enjoy reading and listening to music. i love solving word search games. plus, i used to be the goalie of my school's grass hockey team.

i'm very loyal, i'm smart and i think i'm a good listener, but i'm shit at giving advice, i have a very short temper and i can be pretty stubborn and proud (sorry).

i love the soft girl aesthetic (cropped tops, pastel colors and light boyfriend/mom jeans).

i don't know if the subject thing is muggle school related or hogwarts related (is it even for school? lmao i know i said i'm smart but i'm also dumb, i'm sorry), so:

my favorite subjects from muggle school are english and biology. my least favorites are math and history (pretty basic isn't it?).

if we're talking hogwarts subjects, my favorites are herbology and charms maybe transfiguration too and my least favorite has to be divination because i'd suck lol.

random fact #1: i can't sleep in total darkness. i need a source of light in the room.

random fact #2: my patronus is a dolphin 🐬.

that was really long, sorry!

thanks in advance, honey!

— angel anon <3

p.s: congrats again! ✨

i ship you with neville longbottom!

ok i see you as ravenclaw keeper since that's basically the quidditch goalie

you're friends with cho because as the only girls on the team, you stick together

harry drags neville to a ravenclaw celebration party after losing to talk to cho

and he's nervous af... he'd seen you around and thought you were probably the prettiest girl he'd ever seen

cho notices him staring and nudges you to talk to him -- so you do once she ditches you to talk to harry

neville is very awkward... tells you he likes how you dress and you take it the wrong way

"what, you enjoy the show? never seen some bloody skin before?"

"no! i-- i just meant--"

too late, you walked away

beats himself up over it and hermione ends up taking it upon herself to talk to you, "y/n, neville fancies you. he's just terrible with girls and stumbled on his words. you don't have to like him, but he's really upset over it and i think it'd be good if you talked."

hearing her out and thinking about it

you suppose he was kind of cute. and professor sprout seemed to think he was the king of herbology.

you catch him after class and the poor boy crashes into a wall when he sees you "holy stars are you okay??"

" 'm fine... "

"you're bleeding!"

taking him to madame pomfrey -- "mister longbottom will be alright, it's only a bump. but watch where you're going next time!"

"couldn't when there was something more deserving of my attention"

you go RED. neville knows how to be smooth?? tf?

you start talking after and you tell him you'll show him muggle music some time in the summer since it wouldn't work on the grounds

and he thinks "she wants to see me in the summer fksjaksksl"

this boy is SIMPING

but maybe you are too

meeting him at a muggle music store (neville being extremely confused--)

you play an available record you like and sway a little

leaning up to kiss him halfway through the song

he panics and doesn't kiss back at first but you pull his hands to your waist and he finds a rhythm

"i'll see you when the year starts, here's some money if you want to buy a record"

flustered when you leave but very uncomfortably stays to buy the record you played... it might just be his mew favourite song

he asks you out with flowers on the first day

you say yes (duh)

taking his virginity + topping him (and he does not mind)

thanks you after 💀

thinking of him when you cast a patronus for the first time

comes up behind you and hugs you when he sees the dolphin

not mentioning it but always going lumos and leaving his wand by the bed when you spend the night

never ever having to question how much neville loves you

-> join my 2k celebration!

#asteria's 2k celebration #neville longbottom x reader #harry potter ships

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icebirdsmateforlife · 6 years

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reach for the sky (part 2)

Sid works a shitty job and uses his free time to put workout videos on the internet. Geno does the same, from the other side of the world.

A/N: Here is the second part. Something like ~3k again. No warnings or anything unless you count references to Sid’s past relationship and an appearance by the ex-boyfriend, who is very nice and is not going to cause trouble in any way, I promise. Thank you all for the comments/messages after the first part. You guys are awesome. <3

Part 1 | Part 2:

It’s a slow day at the store today and the few customers who come through are all kind of rude. Nobody seems to be in a particularly good mood — the weather is cold and grey and Sid feels his own mood slipping as well. He just feels listless and a little down. He’d been feeling so good after emailing Evgeni this morning, but now he thinks he’s getting a cold and the guy who was supposed to do the Saturday shift has called in sick, so he’s agreed to take over. He needs the money, but at the same time he’d really been looking forward to a day off. To maybe hanging out with Flower or Kris or just sleeping in and spending a day doing absolutely nothing. Maybe call Jack. Or David, even. Instead, he’ll be here in this hell hole dealing with grumpy customers for almost half of his precious weekend.

He avoids checking his phone, afraid there won’t be an email waiting for him, that maybe Evgeni has changed his mind about all this and he’s now made an idiot of himself, sending that first mail. On the other hand, it had been Evgeni who’d messaged him first and it had been Evgeni who’d suggested emailing each other. Sid can feel his mood sagging even further for no particular reason at all. Maybe Evgeni actually is going to answer, there’s no reason to get upset about something dumb like this.

When he finally does check his phone over lunch though, there is no email. He sighs and rubs a hand over his face and feels the disappointment heavy in the pit of his stomach. He always gets his hopes up too much with other people. God, he needs some company. Needs to think about something that’s not this awful job or the lonely, tiny apartment he’s going back to afterwards, or his ruined Saturday. He just needs some distraction. A friendly face. Somebody who likes him. And he doesn’t really want to bother Flower with it because Flower has weekend plans with Vero, and also he’s just gonna worry needlessly. And Sid doesn’t want to worry him. It’s been a bad day, nothing else. No reason to upset his best friend.

Before he can overthink it, he sends off a quick text to David, just a simple “Hey, any weekend plans?” and goes back to work.

David answers quickly, his reply waiting for Sid the next time he has a chance to check his phone again.

“I didn’t so far,” he writes. “But I’d be open to suggestions.”

Fuck it all, Sid thinks. It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve spent a weekend together since they broke up. He needs a hug and some company while he waits for this to pass. “If you wanted to come up here for the weekend, I’d have a place for you to stay,” he answers.

“Sounds fun,” David writes back.

Sid grins, feeling something warm trying to push its way through all the frustration and anxiety. “I’m working until 4. Is that okay?”

“I’ll pick you up,” David writes, and Sid definitely feels a little bit better.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he replies, and he really is. He misses him. They don’t get to see each other nearly often enough anymore since David moved away all those months ago.

He has another two hours at work to get through, but the prospect doesn’t sound quite so dark anymore. It’s already Thursday. He can make it through two more days knowing that there’s something to look forward to afterwards.

***

He spends an hour at the gym that evening, burning off the excess energy that constantly seems to be buzzing under his skin lately. He’d stay longer, but Flower almost physically pulls him out the door to have dinner with him because “Vero is out with friends all night and I’m going to go weird if I have to be by myself for so long!”

Sid laughs. “Sorry so tell you this, but you’re already pretty weird.”

Flower slings an arm around his shoulders as he leads Sid out to the parking lot. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says.

Sid kind of meant it as one, so that’s okay.

He checks his phone again, just in case, even though it’s the middle of the night for Evgeni.

There’s an email from him, finally, just sent about an hour and a half ago. Sid grins and stares at his phone until Flower elbows him in the ribs.

“Stop ignoring me.”

Sid laughs. “Sorry. Just -“

“Why are you smiling like that?” Flower asks, eyes narrowing. “I know that smile. Just haven’t seen it in a while. Who is he? Do I know him?”

“Oh, uh…” Sid thinks quickly, trying to come up with a believable lie. “David’s coming up here this weekend.”

Flower unlocks his car, waves at Sid to get in. “Are you two -“

“No,” Sid interrupts. “We’re not. Not dating has worked pretty well for us so far.”

“Too bad,” Flower says, starting the car once Sid has buckled his seatbelt. “You two were so very, very pretty together. Also, getting laid might have put a smile on your face again.”

Sid grins and raises an eyebrow at him. “Who says I’m not gonna get laid?”

Flower laughs. “Well, if that works for you guys, okay. Just -“

“What?”

Flower looks at him. “Be careful, okay? Don’t get your heart broken.”

“It’s not like that,” Sid assures him, and it isn’t. He’s not invited David up here for sex. Sid likes keeping his friends close, but usually not in-his-bed close. Cuddling in front of the TV is a nice thing to be looking forward to, though.

***

He waits until they’re at Flower’s place and Flower has gone to put his things away and get them some beer. As soon as Flower has left the room, he sits down on the couch and finally reads Evgeni’s email.

“Hi Sid,” it says. “Sorry answer so late, work all day. But very happy you write! I see earlier, but not have time to write back. Still write very slow. I install English alphabet on phone a while ago, but sometimes still need time to write everything right, and words not so easy also. You ask if I’m do yoga outside Internet. I do little bit. But only fun. When I’m younger, I sometimes not pay attention in sports, get injury. I’m too impatient. So coach say try yoga little bit, calm head and learn control body maybe better. And I like, so I always do little bit. But my favourite sport I like is hockey. One day my dream is to be coach, for children. What is your favourite? Greetings from Evgeni.”

Sid can’t stop smiling, doesn’t even hear Flower sneak up behind him until he pokes him in the neck. “Stop sexting with Perron,” he says. “Not on my couch, come on. I have sex with my girlfriend on this couch.”

Sid pulls a face and shoves his phone back in his pocket. “I’ve been sitting on this couch every few days since you got it, and you never warned me?”

Flower shrugs. “Come on, man, you know me. Okay, do you want grilled cheese or spaghetti?”

“Spaghetti,” Sid says, and Flower sighs.

“Okay, let’s just make both.”

***

Sid doesn’t even get out of his shoes and jacket before he has his phone out, eagerly poking the screen until his email app opens. He shoves his door closed behind himself and sits down right there in the entryway to read Evgeni’s email over once again, not even making any effort to keep the huge smile off his face.

Evgeni likes hockey, which has always been Sid’s favourite as well. And he wants to coach children, which most likely means he’s as kind and friendly as Sid had thought he was all along.

“Hi Evgeni,” he writes back. “I love hockey! I wish I could have played it more as a kid, but equipment and stuff is expensive and we never had a lot of money. But I played a lot anyway, with friends. My parents gave me a pair of skates for my ninth birthday and mom says I never wanted to take them off. I grew out of them eventually, and it was a while before we could afford new ones. I joined a team for a bit when I was fourteen, but I had to quit again when I was sixteen, because I had to work after school and didn’t have the time anymore.”

He pauses, thumb hovering over the delete button as he bites his lip. He’s spilling his soul to a virtual stranger here, and maybe that’s too weird? But then, that’s also what makes it easy. Evgeni is far away. It’s different than talking to Flower or David or anyone else.

“I still play sometimes, though, and I love it,” he writes. “My friend Flower plays goalie, and my friend Kris is our D-man. And there are a few other friends who join us sometimes when they have time. It’s really fun.” He hesitates, then writes on. “It’s such a great sport, and I wish more people could be able to play it. My friend Kris has been thinking for a long time about some sort of program here. Something to help out families who can’t afford to enroll their kids in sports and stuff. But anyway. Coaching children sounds really fun. My friend David is a teacher and high school coach and he really loves it. He used to play on our team. That’s how I met him. I met a lot of my friends through sports. Most of them, I think. That’s why I love it too because there’s nothing like being part of a team. Do you have a team?”

He reads over everything again and decides he’s rambled on for long enough, sends it before he can delete any of it. Only then does he get up off the floor to take his shoes off, hang up his jacket, and pads into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

***

There’s a reply when he wakes up, and he smiles. Hearing from Evgeni is such a great way to start a day. He lies there on his side, phone in one hand, and starts reading.

“Hello Sid,” it says. “I’m so happy you like hockey! Is another thing we sharing. Hockey best sport. I’m also not have money to play lots when I’m child, but play little bit more since I’m older. Always wish to join team when I’m younger, but is not possible. I watch all games from favourite teams. But only play as fun. With friends. Play football (soccer?) for some years on team, because I love also. Then papa get better job, I can play on hockey team. And coach like me, and I can help him little bit with coaching when I get too old for team. And I’m have so much fun! Have to get real job when I’m finish school, no more time so much for helping coach. But still do little bit. I’m thinking if I quit, I never get chance to get job as real coach, so I not quit. Is not full job, only few hours every week, and pay not very good. But I still love it. Is funny that I write you and you write me and we become friends, and then we both love hockey! I like idea from your friend, give children hockey who can’t afford. Is very good thing. Maybe if you and I have this when we children, we play now against each other in World Cup or Olympics ))))) I know is silly thought, but also fun. ))) I’m sure you very good at hockey. Maybe one day we meet and we can see who is better. Greetings from Evgeni.”

Sid drops his phone and rolls over onto his back to stretch his arms over his head, smiling. Evgeni says they’re friends, and he likes that thought. They still barely know each other, but Evgeni seems so easy to talk to. He picks his phone back up to check the time, and decides he has another ten minutes to spare to write back. Sitting up against the headboard, he squints his eyes and thinks about where to start.

“Hi Evgeni,” he writes. “I have to admit I don’t know a whole lot about soccer, but I believe you that it’s a lot of fun, too. I played some baseball as a kid, and that was fun, too. It’s probably good though that we’re not playing hockey against each other professionally, because Canada would win and then we wouldn’t be friends anymore. ;) It’s great that you get to coach a bit, even if it’s not a full time job for you yet. I hope you’ll get that opportunity in the future. I work at a store now and I’d love to be able to quit there and do something else. Something with sports. That’s part of why I started doing those videos. At least I’m doing something that I actually like. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound like I’m complaining. It’s not that bad, really. And I’m not that old, there’s always time to figure something out and improve, right? I think as long as you stay optimistic and work hard, good things are going to happen. For you, too! I’m sure you’ll get to be a coach one day. Talk to you soon, Sid.”

***

Saturday comes a lot sooner than Sid had feared, and he thinks no small part of the week flying by are the constant messages from Evgeni. They make everything suck just a little bit less. The emails have become shorter but more frequent — like texting, but via email. Just a sentence or two sometimes, but that’s almost better. It feels like a real conversation that way. It is a real conversation.

“You like puppy?” Evgeni writes. “My puppy best!” And attached to that is a picture of a massive dog the size of a baby elephant.

“That is not a puppy,” Sid writes back. “That’s a small horse!!”

“You suppose to say that he cutest (((((((((“ is Evgeni’s answer, and Sid laughs.

“He is very cute. What’s his name?”

“His name Jeffrey,” Geno writes back. “I tell him you say he cute, and he say he like you now.”

Sid grins and pockets his phone, gathers his things to leave now that his shift is over.

“Have a good weekend,” his coworker tells him as he walks by.

Sid waves at him. “You too,” he says. “See you on Monday!”

David’s car is already parked at the curb out front and Sid feels his heart jumping in his chest. He misses his friend and the prospect of having him back for almost one and a half whole days, all to himself, is wonderful.

“Sid,” David says happily, getting out of the car and walking around to pull Sid into a tight hug.

“Hey,” Sid says and hugs back. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

David pulls back and smiles at him, then frowns. Sid almost forgot about his ability to read Sid’s moods in a way that reminds him of Flower. “Is everything okay?”

Sid sighs. “It’s just the usual,” he says, and David nods, doesn’t need anything more than that.

“I was gonna invite you out to dinner, but how about we order Chinese instead and just hang out at your place?”

Sid nods. “That sounds better,” he says. “But I’m paying.”

David laughs. “No, you’re not,” he says. “You can get the next one. But tonight, I’m buying you dinner and you can tell me all about what’s bothering you.”

“That’s not why invited you up here, you know?” Sid says, because he thinks it’s important

that David knows that. He does need to talk, but he also really did miss him.

“I know,” David says. “It would be okay, though, if you had. You’d do the same for me.”

“Thank you,” Sid says, and smiles as David pats his shoulder.

“Let’s go,” he says, and Sid can’t wait to finally get home.

***

His furniture is still shoved to the side, the camera tripod standing there in the middle of the room.

“What did you do this week?” David asks, as Sid picks it up to put it back in its usual spot in the corner. David carries the coffee table back to where it belongs before helping Sid with the couch.

“Arms and shoulders,” Sid says. “Five minutes without equipment, you know, for coffee breaks at work and stuff.” He’d had to record it early this morning before work and hasn’t had a chance to edit and upload it yet, but he’ll do that before bed tonight or probably rather sometime tomorrow night after David leaves. This weekend is just for them.

“Nice idea,” David says. “So that’s still fun, then?”

“Yeah,” Sid says. “I love doing it.” He hesitates. “And I think I’ve made a new friend through it.”

Something in his tone makes David raise his eyebrows at him, a small grin tugging at his mouth. “Oh yeah?” he asks, and Sid feels himself blushing against his will.

“Shut up,” he says. “It’s not like that. He lives in Russia and he makes videos, too. And that’s all.”

“Well, new friends are always good,” David says.

“Yeah,” Sid agrees. “Also he likes hockey, and has a really cute, giant dog who’s called Jeffrey.”

David lets himself fall onto the couch and drags Sid with him, pulls him into a headlock and ruffles his hair. “I know you, Sid,” he says, the smile audible in his voice. “You can’t lie to me. You have a crush.”

“I do not,” Sid protests, because he doesn’t.

“I think it’s a good thing!” David says quickly, and Sid wiggles his way out of David’s hold and slumps back against the couch.

“He lives in Russia,” he points out again, as if that would make any sort of difference at all if what David said were true.

“So?” David shrugs. “Ever heard of Skype sex?”

Sid laughs, then lets his head fall back, sighing. “Well, even if I did, it would just be another thing I want but can’t have, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, Sid,” David says, tone serious now as he scoots closer and leans his head against Sid’s shoulder.

“It’s fine,” Sid insists, because it is. It really is. He just has a lot on his mind. Evgeni is one of the few good things, and he doesn’t want to ruin it by letting his emotions run away with him.

“Talk to me?” David asks, and Sid’s rubs his hands over his eyes and draws in a deep breath.

“Okay,” he says, even though he doesn’t really know where to start. It’s...everything. Nothing. The endless monotony of this life he feels trapped in. He knows how lucky he is, despite everything else. He has amazing friends and that is already so, so much. Sometimes he doesn’t know what else he could possibly ask for.

The thing is, he’s still lonely. He’s still unhappy. It’s just difficult to pin down why sometimes. Or how to fix it if he knew.

It’s so much easier to spill his heart to Evgeni, because he’s far away and doesn’t really know him. But David is here and he cares and he wants to help, and Sid knows that’s what he needs right now. So he lets out a long breath and starts to tell him about his day at the store. His job isn’t the only thing that’s the problem, but it seems like a good place to start anyway.

Part 3

#sidgeno #hockey rpf #sidgeno fic #icebird writes #my writing

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iheartsurveys · 5 years

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NHL Survey To Start… Favourite team: Washington Capitals

Favourite player on your team: I love both Holtby and Backstrom I can’t really choose between them tbh...I liked Backstrom first though

Favourite player from another team: Jonathan Toews, I had the biiiiiggest crush on him back in the day. I still kinda do, but he’s fallen behind Tyler Seguin in terms of like hotness. Toews is having a good year so that’s nice even if the Hawks aren’t. McDavid’s also a given skill wise just because it’s McDavid. I have him on one of my (three bc I’m a nerd) fantasy teams and it’s so nice

Preferred goalie on your team: Obvi Holtby

Favourite goalie from another team: Probably Marc-Andre Fleury. Which I feel comfortable saying now that he’s not a Penguin.

Favourite player of all time: Holts/Nick are two of my favorites. Back when I lived in NY and liked the Isles my favorite player was Michael Peca, blast from the freaking past

Favourite jersey/logo in your team’s history: The burgundy winter classic jersey from when they played the Hawks a few years ago with that large W with the stars over it. Mom just got me Wilson one for my birthday, can’t wait to wear it the next time I go to a game! Although I have a Backstrom jersey and a Burakovsky jersey and every time I’ve worn them to a game the Caps have won, so I’m mildly concerned about wearing a non-Swedish player’s jersey lololol

Favourite current jersey/logo in the NHL (besides yours): Maybe the sharks, I love the teal. A lot of the thirds this year are nice too

This or That: Teams Boston Bruins or Tampa Bay Lightning? (I’m doing this on my phone and can’t bold things so I’m going to be annoying and put my answers in brackets…def Boston though, in general since I hate Stamkos/love Rask...)

Ottawa Senators or Toronto Maple Leafs? (Probably Toronto. Poor Ottawa this year man, they’ve been going through so much drama)

Buffalo Sabres or Florida Panthers? (TBH don’t care about either but I guess I’ll pick the Panthers...Buffalo is actually pretty good this year which is surprising)

Montreal Canadiens or Detroit Red Wings? (Maybe Detroit. I really didn’t like the habs a few years ago when they had Halak and killed us in the playoffs but now I’m kinda indifferent. Although Max Domi is on my fantasy team as well and he’s killin it. But I love Mike Green. So yeah)

Philadelphia Flyers or Pittsburgh Penguins? (Obviously the Flyers lol I hate Pitt)

Washington Capitals or Columbus Blue Jackets? (Hmm I wonder)

Carolina Hurricanes or New Jersey Devils? (I think it’s kinda cool that the Canes are like more interactive with their fans this year/do quirky things at center ice when they win. So I’ll say Canes)

New York Rangers or New York Islanders? (Isles)

Winnipeg Jets or Nashville Predators? (Nashville)

Chicago Blackhawks or Dallas Stars? (Hawks)

Minnesota Wild or St. Louis Blues? (Really don’t care, I guess the wild)

Colorado Avalanche or Anaheim Ducks? (Avs...I love Landeskog and my Caps goalies are there!)

Edmonton Oilers or Calgary Flames? (Edmonton)

LA Kings or San Jose Sharks? (Sharks)

Vancouver Canucks or Arizona Coyotes? (AZ)

This or That: (Some) All Stars of 2018 Goalies… Carey Price or Andrei Vasilevskiy? (Price, I’ve always liked him I have his shirsey)

Connor Hellebuyck or Pekka Rinne? (Pekka)

Braden Holtby or Henrik Lundqvist? (Holts obviously)

Marc-Andre Fleury or Mike Smith? (Flower)

Defense… Mike Green or Erik Karlsson? (Green)

PK Subban or Alex Pietrangelo? (PK)

Kris Letang or Zach Werenski? (Werenski)

Brent Burns or Drew Doughty? (Burns)

Forwards… Nikita Kucherov or Brad Marchand? (I hate Brad Marchand soooo Nikita)

Auston Matthews or Steven Stamkos? (Matthews)

Brayden Point or Aleksander Barkov? (Barkov)

Nathan MacKinnon or Brayden Schenn? (Nathan)

Patrick Kane or Blake Wheeler? (I guess Kane but ugh it pains me to say that even though I like the hawks)

Tyler Seguin or Eric Staal? (Tyler is so beautiful)

Sidney Crosby or Josh Bailey? (Bails)

Alex Ovechkin or Brian Boyle? (Ovi)

Claude Giroux or John Tavares? (Tavares)

Connor McDavid or Brock Boeser? (Both are on my fantasy team but you just gotta go with McDavid)

James Neal or Rickard Rakell? (Maybe Neal)

Johnny Gaudreau or Anze Kopitar? (Johnny)

Questions… Favourite hockey-related memory?

My fucking hockey team won the Stanley Cup!!!!!!!!!!! It was unreal the parade was amazing I cried so many times this last postseason lololol I literally had chills and was screaming when we beat the Penguins and then we just kept going I couldn’t believe it happened. I still think about it and go like holy shit, that was a real thing What do you think of the Vegas Golden Knights? I was annoyed how good they were last year like they made it to the finals...that’s insane. It’s kind of annoying how much of a production their whole game atmosphere appears to be but hey, it’s Vegas what else would you expect

What do you think of Brad Marchand? He’s ugly and annoying. Decent hockey player but just a total ass

In your opinion, who are the best players of all time and why? There’s so many I can’t even. Also it’s hard to judge given how much the game has changed since it first started

Who are some of your favourite lesser known or under-rated players on your team? I love Andre Burakovsky. He’s under-rated when he’s playing awesome lol but he’s not very consistent. I’m afraid he’ll be traded/they won’t sign him. Nick Backstrom will always be the most under-rated player in the whole league, but def not on the team our team/fan base knows how fucking great Nicky is. Vrana is kinda like Dre, not always consistent, but when he’s good the man is good

Who is your least favourite player in the NHL? I really don’t like Evgeni Malkin. He’s good but ugh I’ve just never been a fan. I’ve never liked Nazem Kadri, he’s kind of a punk

What teams, if any, do you dislike? Penguins of course

Who do you think will win the cup this year? Who do you want to win? It’s way too early to tell, so much can change in the next few months. Of course I want the Caps to win! Back to back baby!!!

#survey #surveys #hockey survey

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