#david pastrnak is a GOOD BOY

[intheupside]

“I think he’s still obviously one of the best in the world, but he’s not really getting the credit he deserves right now,” Marchand said. “A lot of the attention is on the younger guys, but if you look at the details of the game, and full 200 feet, he’s by far the best player in the League, him and (Colorado Avalanche forward) Nathan MacKinnon.”

He added, “Two good Nova Scotia boys.”

Marchand has long admired Crosby’s game, playing on a line with him and his then-Bruins teammate Patrice Bergeron at the 2016 World Cup of Hockey. 

“It’s all in the way that he prepares and the way he has for years,” the 35-year-old said. “I think what a lot of players don’t understand, especially young players, is that the work that you put in when you’re younger and early in your career and even throughout your career, it doesn’t benefit you for the next season, it’s a continuation of building it for down the road. 

“That’s something that he’s done so well for such a long time is the way he trains and takes care of himself and is always trying to get better, his competitiveness on and off the ice, it’s unmatched.”

Among the 32 players named to the 2024 All-Star Game on Thursday, including Marchand’s teammate David Pastrnak, Crosby has been named to the second-most appearances, with six. Only McDavid (7) has been named to more teams.

But Marchand doesn’t want Crosby -- with whom he trains in the summer in Nova Scotia -- left out of the conversation. He doesn’t want him forgotten. He knows Crosby’s history and that he remains an unbelievable player. 

“He’s not as flashy as some of the higher-end guys,” Marchand said. “He’s direct. He plays safe but he plays hard and direct. He plays a winning game. I think he’s learned how to play the right way that you need to play in playoffs to have success. He plays that the entire season. He’s not trying to beat somebody one-on-one every time he gets the puck. He tries to find open space and find the open man, he moves it quick.”

Crosby has played 19 seasons in the NHL, ever since he was the No. 1 pick in the 2005 NHL Draft and has won the Stanley Cup three times with the Penguins. Bedard, who was the youngest-ever player named to the All-Star team, was taken No. 1 in the 2023 NHL Draft. He will be 18 years and 201 days old when the All-Star Game is played at Scotiabank Arena in Toronto on Feb. 3. 

“That’s the way that the game is going,” Marchand said. “The young guys are getting the attention now. There’s a lot of flashy young guys coming to the League but if you look at the attention that Bedard’s getting compared to Sid, they’re not on the same level right now. Bedard’s a [heck] of a player for his age, but Sid’s one of the best to ever play the game, one of the top couple players in the League now and Bedard probably gets more attention than anybody.

“They’re trying to grow the game. They use the young names to do that. That’s great for the game of hockey, but you sleep on a guy like [Crosby], he uses that too. He feeds off of that. He’s got that drive, he wants to prove people wrong. We’ve seen it.”

#sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins #brad marchand #boston bruins #nathan mackinnon #colorado avalanche

[bagopucks]

Out Of Place - Marner

Trigger Warning(s): talk of suicide, smoking, underage drinking, angst, bullying, fighting, heartbreak, manipulation, loss, and action.

Pairing: Mitch Marner x Fem!Gretzky!Oc

Official name: Maeve Gretzky, credits to

@jorjie-nhl for the name!

Summary: He was supposed to graduate a football player, but the plan changed, and now he’s a struggling athlete on a hockey team that can’t stand him. Back at square one for the first time in six years. Lost, but eventually found.

She’s a stable athlete who has a full ride to a D1 college. She has friends and he isn’t one of them. That is, until she shoulders how much of a pain he is, and decides to help teach him to play. Then all of a sudden, he doesn’t seem so bad. Satisfied, but inevitably yearning.

—————————————

“You all keep cryin about how he’s a football player! I don’t give a shit! I’m over it! He plays hockey now. He is your brother now!”

“Why’d you quit?”

“I couldn’t do it any more. My mom pulled me out.”

“I heard he made that kid kill himself…”

“Mitch. He wants you back.”

“What? No.”

“He said he won’t let it go until you talk.”

“Let’s go for a run!”

“A run, Marner? In the woods? With my good shoes on?”

“What? Afraid you can’t keep up, Gretz?”

“He’ll learn.”

“Oh dude.. look at this kid. You new here or what? You can’t skate with the peewee team.”

“Oh boy.. after the wipeout he just took, these kids might skate circles around him.”

—————————————Cast

Freshman are irrelevant to this story.

The Team

Sophmores

Jack Hughes

Akira Schmid, JV goalie

Trevor Zegras

Cole Caufield

Jamie Drysdale

Brady Tkachuk

Juniors

Mitch Marner

Matthew Tkachuk

Nico Hischier

Cale Makar

Jeremy Swayman, third string goalie

Quinn Hughes

Seniors

Leon Draisaitl

Connor McDavid, alternate

Andrei Vasilevskiy, second string goalie

David Pastrnak

Kasperi Kapanen

Matt Murray, vet goalie

Jacob Trouba, captain

Nathan MacKinnon, alternate

Hampus Lindholm

Matt Dumba

Darnell Nurse

The Coaching Staff

Wayne Gretzky, head coach

Mike Sullivan, assistant coach

Lindy Ruff, shift/power play coach

Pekka Rinne, goalie coach

The Supporting Cast

Auston Matthews, junior!football QB

Jordan Binnington, suspended junior goalie

Various other NHL players

Mario Lemieux, president of the hockey club

Gary Bettman, school sports director

Two comedic peewee coaches

Along with a few more surprises

#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #trevor zegras #jack hughes #quinn hughes #nico hischier #cole caufield #jamie drysdale #mitch marner x reader #mitch marner #mitch marner imagine #auston matthews #cale makar #nathan mackinnon

[mattpoitrass6thgoal]

I know this is niche one so here is the reasons why for each Bruin being what wrestler. This doesn’t have to do with appearances more character, entrance music and overall performance.

Charlie Coyle: John Cena is a classic good guy and also is from Mass

Jake DeBrusk: Scott Steiner, I know what your thinking who? Scott Steiner is famous for his math speech where he takes his 75% chance of winning and then adds his 66 2/3 per cents to get to him having a 141 2/3 chance of winning at sacrifice. All I know is that if I had to watch Jake do math it would go along the lines of this speech.

Nick Foligno: Stone Cold Steve Austin=bald and a badass, Nick Foligno= bald and a badass sometimes

Derek Forbort: Goldberg, Goldberg never loses he also makes dumb decisions. I’m now respect the epic highs of Forbort Hockey he never has lows now.

Trent Frederic: Mankind, most famous for doing crazy stunts like getting thrown off the top of the steel cage multiple times. This guy just keeps making bad decisions so he can fight which suits Trent

Brandon Carlo: Kevin Nash otherwise known as big daddy cool diesel, honestly I gave him this guy solely because his nickname.

Matt Grzelcyk: Rob Van Dam, small and agile guys. Also out of all the bruins the one I would pick to randomly appear in a syfy shark film like Van Dam has done would be Matt.

David Krejci: The Undertaker, a person that’s just been around a long time that is consistently good. Also I feel like Krejci would have a random motorbike phase like the undertaker did.

Charlie McAvoy: Randy Orton. He has a nickname that is the legend killer and the amount of veterans of seen McAvoy ass check to oblivion I feel like he earns that title.

David Pastrnak: Ric Flair, always had the most over the top beautiful robes just like pastas suits

Jeremy Swayman: Kurt Angle who is an Olympic gold medalist, famous for winning with a broken neck. The only American I could think of here with any type of Gold medal was Sway. Wait I just done research and he won Bronze, I’ll change my reasoning too that how he is getting treated now is the same as fans chanting ‘you suck’ in time with Kurt Angles entrance music

Pavel Zacha and Jakub Zboril: Edge and Christian. One of the best tag teams to exist, childhood friends like our two boys (not the tag team parts just the friendship part).

Hampus Lindholm: The million dollar man Ted DiBiase…..have you seen Lindholms contract?

Tomas Nosek: Rowdy Roddy Pipper, Nosek is one of the rowdiest players I’ve seen, he lives for the drama

Connor Clifton: Cactus Jack/ Mick Foley. This wrestler is also Mankind (see Freddy) but this is another one of his egos which is hardcore which suits Cliffy hockey.

Mike Reilly: Heath Slater, classic loser just a jobber. Mike was on my template so I had to find someone that suits my boy.

Craig Smith: The Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels. Shawn Michaels is my all time favourite, his entrance music is sung by himself and is called sexy boy which suits Craig.

Brad Marchand: Chris Jericho, 2 Canadians that people hate

Linus Ullmark: The Big Show, solely for the entrance music which says that he is gonna give you a show.

Patrice Bergeron: Bret ‘the hit man’ Hart. Famously Hart has a quote that is ‘the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be’ which is how I would describe Bergy

AJ Greer: CM Punk, one of the best heels there is. And i feel like Greer just knows how to taunt like him

#now realising Taylor died and isn’t on here #this is basically a shitpost #niche post time

[waggle100]

lindholm/pastrnak 👀

I do ship it. I haven't dived into the ship quite as much as some of my other couples but they are on the list.

What made me ship it? The summer vacation they had together

What are your favorite things about the ship? A couple of handsome euro boys with good fashion sense, true competitive spirit and an appreciate for the Boston hockey fandom

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Well, I don't know what any of the popular opinions are since its so rare but I will say as much as Pasta seems like he would be the one having a sugar daddy I actually think Pasta is the one spending way more money on Lindholm. Mostly because I think Lindy would be more inclined to shower David with praises and me a little hands on in his affection and David is soo hopeless he has to spend money on everything to do what he wants to do

#ask game #i really actually need to get to reading fics for them

[mattgrzelcyks]

It's not just the otherworldly talent that has made Pastrnak a star. It's the personality, the flair, the ability to light up a room -- whether it's with a smile, a quip, or the audacity to wear the outfits that he chooses. It's part of what drew the crew at Mimmo's to the young hockey player, part of what ingratiated him to his teammates in Södertälje, part of what makes him so popular with the Bruins. "He is a person that hands out joy everywhere around him, a person with great sports and a human heart," his mother, Marcela Ziembova, told NHL.com in 2019.

Pastrnak looking forward to deep Bruins playoff run, birth of son - Amalie Benjamin

#this article is so so lovely #david pastrnak is a GOOD BOY #david pastrnak #boston bruins #hockey tag

[gryz]

Locked in early💯📸

#boston bruins #bruins #david pastrnak #patrice bergeron #jeremy swayman #jack studnicka #boys are looking good

[alippy711]

No one:

Literally no one:

David Pastrnak: it’s a summer suit, it’s nice out and an afternoon game. Seems like a good suit to wear...

#i stan one noodle boy #hockey is back #only he can make this look good #like who thought of this pattern? #fuck i missed him #david pastrnak #pastrnak

[pastasmynood]

Gentle reminder that

I 👏🏻 love 👏🏻 David 👏🏻 Pastrnak 👏🏻

That is all.

#rb if you agree #i love my noodle boy #he is a good noodle #best damn noodle there ever was #actual loml #david pastrnak #boston bruins

[rask]

🍝

#gifs #bruins #boston bruins #mine #david pastrnak #i love one good noodle boi #why are u so adorable #that teeth tho #i wanna feel it on my ***** #KILLER SMILE <3 #i lOVE

[pastrnakk]

Took my sadness from the L tonight and drew for the first time in over a year, it’s not great but it made me feel better

#David pastrnak #bruins #I’m so proud of the boys #they put up a good fight

[pastrnaks-sainz]

Pasta’s Secret Wife

Pairing: David Pastrnak x reader 

Type: Fluff 

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You and David met in his rookie year when you traveled to Boston with the Capitals for a game. You never lost contact, and dated long distance until three years later David proposed. You were married in secret, no friends or family present. Nobody besides close family knew, not even your respective teams. 

Request: Can you do one where the reader is an athletic trainer for the caps but is secretly married to Pasta and the team finds out at a bruins v caps game? (from anon)

A/N: okay I actually love this so much, nonny thank you ily 

~~~~

Bergy had noticed the ring Pasta wore on his right ring finger; he just never said anything about it. He thought it might have had something to do with his father and never asked. He thought that for months until round one, game five. 

“Do you know where Pasta is?” Bergy asked, adjusting his mask as he stepped up beside Marchy. “I haven’t seen him for a couple hours.” 

“Last I saw him he was eating in the hotel café,” Marchy responded. “Why? What time is it?” 

“Five minutes until we need to get on the bus,” Bergy answered, holding out his wrist so Marchy could see his watch. 

“Oh,” Marchy said. “Oh that isn’t good.” 

“No,” Patrice hummed, scanning the lobby for his missing line mate. “No it’s not.” 

“Hey guys,” Pasta’s voice came from behind them, making them both turn around. “Sorry I’m late, I got caught up talking to someone.” 

“You’re here now, it’s fine,” Bergy said with a smile and a shrug before shooting Brad a warning glare. Brad held up his hands in mock surrender and motioned for Patrice to follow Pasta out of the hotel. 

The incident stayed in the back of Patrice’s mind up until he was putting his jersey on. It was unusual for Pasta to be late to leave. He made a mental note to talk to him about it after the game, but right now he needed to focus on winning  and getting into round two. 

Your mind was running wild. You had met with David at the hotel before the game like you did before every game the Bruins and Capitals played. Your meetings were typically brief, and you tried your best to blend in and not draw any attention to who you were with or, more importantly, who you were kissing. 

“Y/N,” TJ snapped his fingers in front of your face. You shook your head, looking up from the wrap you were putting on his ankle. “Something’s up with you, are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you answered, securing the ace bandage and cleaning up your station. “Why do you ask?” 

“Because when I said that aliens were invading at the end of the month you nodded and went ‘mhm’,” TJ folded his arms over his chest. He looked at you with an expecting gaze. 

“Sorry,” you sighed, rubbing your face. “Just been really distracted lately.”

“Wanna talk?” he asked sincerely. 

“Not right now,” you shook your head, turning to face him. “You should go get ready, you’ve got a big game.” 

“Yeah,” TJ said, clearly not buying your answer as he left the training room. 

You sighed deeply and grabbed the things you kept with you on the bench. You hoped the fast paced action of the game would be enough to keep you distracted from the conversation you’d had with your husband just two hours earlier, but you knew seeing him on the ice was just going to make you want to get out of Washington faster. 

A couple weeks before the playoffs started you had made a deal with David. When the Capitals’ season was over you were going to join the Boston training staff. David had talked to the necessary people to make it happen and the last time you were in Boston you agreed to the terms. Now, with the Capitals facing elimination, it was seeming way too real way too quick. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to join him in Boston and finally be able to tell people about your marriage. You had just lived in Washington all your life and, while you were on the road a lot for your job, the thought of leaving for another city was daunting. David has assured you that the move to Boston wouldn’t be difficult and that he’d hold your hand the entire time. His words had soothed your worries some, but your mind was still going a million miles per hour. 

You absentmindedly chewed on your gum as you stood on the bench. Despite the distraction, you were still looking for anything that might need your immediate attention. 

In the first period when David scored you had to use all your self restraint to not cheer. You were thankful for the mask that hid your near giddy smile. 

When the game was finally over you were relieved. Though you couldn't show it, you were happy the Capitals had lost. Now all that was left for you to do was turn in your Capitals gear and head over to the Boston side of the arena. Your boss knew you were leaving when the season ended weeks before the playoffs started. He was the only one who knew the true reason for your departure. 

“Pasta!” Bergy called, jogging to catch up with his teammate who was already halfway down the hallway. “Do you have a minute to talk?” 

“Yeah,” David nodded. 

“What’s going on with you, man?” Patrice asked, folding his arms over his chest and looking at David with a concerned look. “You’ve been distracted all night, that’s not like you.” 

David glanced over his shoulder to make sure there was no one around to hear what he had to say. He was about to tell Patrice everything when he saw you walking up to them behind Patrice. David instantly relaxed in your presence. 

“Give me two seconds,” Pasta said, holding up a finger and darting over to take your hand. “I’m so happy you came.” 

“You didn’t think I would?” you asked as David cupped your cheek in his hand. His blue eyes were casted down to your feet. “Baby, I was never not going to come to Boston with you. I just needed to turn in my stuff. Did you really think I wasn’t coming?” 

“For a second I thought you might have decided to stay here,” he responded in a low voice, his accent thicker than normal. He shook his head as if he were clearing the doubts from his mind before taking your other hand. “Is it okay if we tell Patrice?” 

You looked over his shoulder to where Patrice Bergeron was intently watching the interaction. 

“Yes,” you nodded, your gaze flicking back to David. He smiled beneath his mask and led you over. 

“Patrice, this is Y/N,” he introduced you. You shook Patrice’s hand as you clinged to David’s side. “My wife.” 

“Wife?” Patrice asked, freezing as he dropped your hand. He glanced down to the ring on David’s finger and it all fell into place. Why he always disappeared for a couple hours whenever they were playing the Capitals. Why he started to leave team functions earlier. Why he was almost always alone when he was on the phone with someone. 

“We got married in August,” David said, looking down at you with nothing but love in his eyes. 

“We didn’t tell anybody because we didn’t know what the reaction would be,” you said. 

“First, as your captain, I want you to know you can tell me anything and I won’t say a word if you don’t want me to,” Patrice said, looking at David. “Second, it’s nice to finally meet you even though I had no idea you existed.” 

“Nice to meet you too,” you laughed, already feeling welcome. 

“So can I ask why you’re just telling us now?” Patrice asked, folding his arms once more.  

“Well in March I finally realized that Washington wasn’t the place I wanted to be and that I wanted to be in Boston with David,” you said, looking up at your husband. “We had a conversation and we agreed that once the Capitals season was over I would join the Bruins training staff since there was an opening.” 

“We kept it secret until the opening came up,” Pasta said, giving your hip a comforting squeeze. “I talked with the people here I needed to to make sure she got the job and she talked with her boss.” 

“That sounds great,” Bergy shrugged his shoulders. “So why were you all distant before the game?” 

“This series put a strain on the plan,” Pasta sighed. You rubbed his back, sensing his uneasiness. 

“I didn’t want to look bad, leaving Washington for Boston when this series ended,” you said, interjecting so David didn’t need to speak. “I know nobody knows the training staff but if announcers got a hold of it we didn’t want me to look like I was jumping ship to Capitals fans.” 

“Makes sense,” Patrice nodded. 

“I think I’ve kept you a secret for too long,” David said, looking down at you. “Is everybody still in the locker room?” 

“Yeah, they should all be there,” Patrice nodded, pushing himself off the wall and starting down the hallway. “I should give you a word of warning, Y/N, they can be a bit much sometimes.” 

“I’m used to it,” you reassured him as Bruce Cassidy stepped out of the locker room. 

“Good, I was just going to come look for you two,” he said before his gaze landed on you. “Y/N, I presume?” 

“That’s me,” you nodded, shaking his hand. 

“Welcome to Boston,” he said warmly. “Wanna get the paperwork out of the way then meet the team?” 

“Sure,” you nodded, detaching yourself from David and following Bruce down the hallway. 

“You picked a good one,” Patrice said, clapping David on the shoulder. 

“I know I did,” David smiled to himself as he watched you step into an office, followed by Don Sweeney and Cam Neely. “I’m proud of her.” 

“You should be,” Patrice nodded. 

“I’m looking forward to working with you,” Bruce shook your hand as you parted ways with Neely and Sweeney and walked back towards where David and Patrice were waiting outside the locker room. 

“So am I,” you agreed. 

“Come on, let’s introduce you,” Patrice said, patting your shoulder and walking into the locker room. The team, once antsy with waiting, feel silent with the sudden presence of their coach, captain, teammate, and new girl. 

“Thanks for waiting, boys,” Bruce started. “You all had a good game and I’m sorry for keeping you but I’d like to now hand it over to Bergy and Pasta, they have something to tell you.” 

“As you guys know Nate had to leave the training staff a few months ago and we’ve been a little shorthanded,” Patrice started. You could feel the glances the team sent your way. “So I’d like to introduce Y/N as the newest member of the training staff.” 

You nodded in thanks to the applause the team gave you. 

“But I think Pasta might want to introduce her as someone else,” Patrice stepped aside. 

“I would like to introduce Y/N as my wife,” Pasta ripped the bandage off. You braced yourself for whatever reaction the team might have. They were silent for a moment before Tuukka stood up, walked over, and all but yanked you from under David’s arm into a hug. The locker room erupted into what could only be described as chaos as the players jockeyed for a hug. 

“Still think it was a good idea?” Patrice asked jokingly as he watched the scene unfold before him. 

“Yup,” David nodded before going over and ripping you away from Jake. 

“What the hell man? I wanted a hug!” 

“I’ve decided that I’m the only one who gets to hug Y/N.” 

#david pastrnak x reader #x reader #nhl x reader #hockey x reader #fluff #david pastrnak fluff #nhl fluff #hockey fluff #imagine #david pastrnak imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #one shot #david pastrnak one shot #nhl one shot #hockey oneshot #fanfiction #david pastrnak fanfiction #nhl fanfiction #Hockey Fanfiction #mainlypastrnaksbae

[notweirdgoalie]

Bruins Players and the Zodiac Sign They Embody

Aquarius - I’m going to have to say Mike Reilly based on this weakness “Runs from emotional expression” and this strength “independent”.  Yes Mike basically has a default look of angry or uncaring but he really isn’t. He just wants to exert his independence while still having a good time

Pisces - As a compassionate and romantic sign, only Brandon Carlo can fit this. He is easily trusting and cares about everyone on the team. This man deserves to keep the A for his big heart

Aries - Immediately I think of our resident Rat King, Brad Marchand.  He is quick tempered and aggressive, but also has an easy time taking on a leadership role

Taurus - Charlie “Cheeks” McAvoy is such a Taurus.  He is the stability to our defensive core like no other but man can this kid be stubborn as all get out when needed

Gemini - Jack Studinka, oh my sweet summer child (despite being born in the winter), you are sweet and curious as well as indecisive.  You are also chatty and I would put money on you going on drives with your boys

Cancer - When I think of Cancer signs, I think of charismatic people that are loyal but sometimes suspicious of others.  David Pastrnak fits this to a T

Leo - “Self confident and attractive” if that isn’t Craig Smith then who else could it? Actually this fits Jeremy Swayman too...

Virgo - Patrice Bergeron hands down. Not only does this man need a themeTM for every event, he also has the innate ability to organize the rowdy children on his team and bring a semblance of order

Libra - Charlie Coyle, our resident himbo that needed his girlfriend to teach him how to cook. This man is such a Libra it hurts

Scorpio - Tuukka you were hard to place, but Scorpio fits you too well! You thrive in uncomfortable silence.  Are you joking? Are you serious? We do definitely know when you are mad though

Sagittarius - Okay so I was sent a list of Sagittarius traits and the first two are no indoor voice and forms opinion off of pure emotion.  If this isn’t Trent Fredric, who else could this be? (RIP Sean Kuraly) 

Capricorn - Taylor Hall and Erik Haula both come to mind with Capricorn.  They both are adultsTM that take a bit to get comfortable with others. Knowing the family is a big like for Capricorns also fits because both of these players have stated they wanted to be a Bruin because of the atmosphere (family dynamic)

#boston bruins #mike reilly #brandon carlo #brad marchand #charlie mcavoy #jack studnicka #david pastrnak #craig smith #jeremy swayman #patrice bergeron #charlie coyle #tuukka rask #trent frederic #sean kuraly #taylor hall #erik haula #please let me know your thoughts on this!

[mrs-mcavoy]

My Nicknames for the Bruins (including some former Bruins)

Patrice Bergeron - Bergy, The Captian, Capp’in, Hockey Dad

Bard Marchand - Marchy, The Little Ball of Hate, Rat, Salty Boi

Jake DeBrusk - Jonk DeBronk, Jakey, the cute one

Nick Foligno - Leash Dad, Candy Corn Man, Salty King

Charlie Coyle - Other Charlie,

Taylor Hall - Hallsy, Homer Simpson, The Bulldog

Anton Blidh - Blider (Bleeder)

Erik Haula - (ain’t no) Haulaback Girl, Blue Eyes

Karson Kuhlman - Coolman

Tomas Nosek - No-Sick

David Pastrnak - Pasta, King of Fashion, Pastasnack

Craig Smith - Smitty/Smithy

Oskar Steen - Steener

Brandon Carlo - Beebo, “Nahhh, Brandon Carlo”, the Bean Stalk

Connor Clifton - Cliffy, Cliffy-No-Chin, off brand Rhett McLaughlin

Derek Forbort - Forby

Matt Grzelcyk - Gryz, Terrier Boy 2,

Charlie McAvoy - Chuckie Mac, Chuckie Bright Lights, Cheeks, Love of My Life, My Soulmate, Terrier Boy 1, My Future Husband, SnackAvoy, The Chuckie Mac Train

John Moore - (none)

Mike Reilly - Mikey Reilly

Jakub Zorbil - Gerbil

Jeremy Swayman - Swaybar, Normal Goalie

Linus Ullmark - Linus (the Peanuts), Ullman

Zdeno Chara - Hockey Dad, Big Boi

Milan Lucic - Looch,

Tuukka Rask - Tuukk, The Neanderthal, Sid the Sloth

David Krejci - Mr. Black and Gold

Tim Thomas - Timmy, Timmy T, My OG Favorite Player

Jaroslav Halak - The Mad Man

Bobby Orr - The King of Hockey

Dougie Hamilton - Hammy

Jeremy Lauzon - That other good Defenseman

#nicknames #my shitty nicknames #nicknames for the bruins #nhl player nicknames #boston bruins #nhl bruins #nhl #nhl players #nhl hockey #hockey #memes #god awful jokes #reference #former bruins #hockey fan

[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 2

Word Count: 4,247

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Smut, Please read the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning and Pens

Notes:  Ok so here we go with Part 2. I hope you guys enjoy this. I’m trying to add some of the suggestions that I’ve gotten in. Please feel free to send me an idea if you have it and I will try and work it in. Also I would love your feedback on this, as well as tell me what players you want to see. With that Happy Reading!!!

As you made your way down the long hallway to Conference Room three, you realized that you didn’t pack enough flats for these next several weeks. If things were going to happen this fast you definitely needed to ditch the heels for a pair of running shoes instead. You couldn’t imagine what had gone wrong in this short amount of time. By your calculations, the Capitals should be in there now having dinner. The Pens were Conference Room one, two was being cleaned from when the Flyers were in there and then the Lightning would go in, and the Bruins should’ve been long out of three before the Caps even went in. Even though you had everything timed out to the minute with ample time in between, you knew things were bound to go wrong, but you didn’t expect to see your conference room in complete shambles.

“What the hell is going on?” you asked Alexis as you took in the room. Food was thrown everywhere. It was on the walls, on the floor, and on the plexiglass where your servers stood; it was even on the players, even though there were only a few of them in the room itself at the moment.

“Well, you see those guys there,” Alexis pointed to a table where David Pastrnak, Brad Marchand, and Charlie Coyle all sat. “They were still eating and I had the room cleaned just like you said, but let them go because the plane was late. I totally thought they’d be done before these guys showed up.” You looked over to where Tom Wilson, TJ Oshie, and Jakub Vrana sat, some green vegetable hanging off the shirt of Oshie. “They said it wouldn’t be a problem and I only left for a second, when I came back they were already throwing food at each other.”

“Where’s the rest of the team?”

“I sent them over to Conference Room one since it’d already been cleared out.”

“Alright, go make sure everything is fine with everyone else and I’ll handle this.” Alexis scurried out of the room, as you surveyed the damage. “Alright which one of you guys started this?” They all acted like you hadn’t said a word. It was seriously like dealing with a bunch of kindergarteners. You walked over to the Bruins table first. “It’s a little ironic is it not, that they call you Pasta?” you said picking noodles off of David Pastrnak, his shoulders shook as he tried to contain his laughter. Maybe you’d have luck with the Caps players. “What about you? You guys have anything to say?” When no one said anything, you had no choice but to say. “Look you know I can go to the league with this and you guys can be sent home.” While it was true that you could do this, you doubted a little good fight was going to get anyone sent back. “But I don’t want to do this, we’re only a few hours into this...guys, can’t we try and make this work?” They seemed to mull this over yet still no one said a word. “Fine, you and you,” you said pointing the Wilson and Pastrnak. “Come with me. The rest of you have five minutes to get to your rooms.”

“Why us?” Pasta asked.

“It’s obvious, you two started it.” They both seemed taken back by the statement, so you explained further. “You both have more food on you than anyone else.”

“Well, she’s not wrong,” Oshie muttered and you were barely able to contain the laughter that bubbled inside you.

“Now, I suggest you get going as your down to four minutes.”

“But I haven’t even got to eat yet,” Vrana whined.

“Call room service.” You then told a few of the staff to clean up the mess and close off the conference room until the morning, then turned to the two culprits that were picking food off themselves to the side. “Come with me.” They turned and followed you up to your suite, which had basically become your makeshift office. Once you were inside, you turned to both of them. “Now, tell me what this is about?”

“No way you have a pool table,” Wilson stated. God, men could be so simple-minded at times. They got so easily distracted.

“Yes, Tom, it’s a pool table. Now can we focus on the matter at hand?”

“I’ll play you? Whoever wins has to follow through with the bet.” Pasta immediately said, as if you weren’t even in the room.

You stuck your thumb and index finger in your mouth, squealing out a high-pitched whistle for the boys’ attention. They both turned in your direction then. “Now that I have your attention. You’re not here to play pool. You’re here to tell me what the hell happened in my conference room and how it will never happen again.”

“You know you’re even hotter when you’re angry.” All you could do was roll your eyes and cross your arms, at Wilson’s comment. He must have noticed your impatience, for he finally added. “Look it’s a stupid bet we had last season, that he didn’t follow through on when he lost, that’s what started the food fight.”

“I didn’t lose.” Pasta insisted. “I won, and you know it.”

“You did not.”

“Woah, stop!” You hollered as the two started to bicker back and forth. “Are you saying this can all be settled with a game of pool?”

“Yeah!” They both answered simultaneously.

“Perfect, then have at it.” You motioned to the pool table and Pasta headed in the direction only to be stopped by Tom’s arm.

“So, what’s in it for us?” He asked.

“I’m sorry what? I’m giving you the opportunity to solve your damn problem.” You fairly spat the words at him.

“Yeah, but you’re also getting something out of this. I’m just thinking that we could all get a little something out of this.” He looked over at Pasta, who seemed to catch on to his meaning.

“What exactly do you want? It’s not like I have a ton to offer, and don’t forget I can still turn you both into the league.”

“Nothing major, just a little kiss.” Why you were surprised when Tom suggested that, you weren’t entirely sure. Let’s face it, you knew they were stuck in this bubble without female companionship. Hell, you were in the same situation, well maybe not the same since you were surrounded by a bunch of hot NHLers. You just didn’t expect this so early in their quarantine here.

“Fine, but after this stupid bet is settled.” They nodded their agreement, then headed over to the pool table. You barely paid attention to the game, texting Alexis to make sure everything was running smoothly downstairs; which it was. It seemed that Pasta was stripes and Wilson was solids, and it definitely seemed like Pasta had the upper hand. When you finally gave your full attention over to the game, you couldn’t help but notice when Tom leaned over the table how nice his ass was. Both men were well-toned and muscular in all the right places and you knew it wouldn’t be a hardship kissing either of them or anything else for that matter. When David stretched out to make a shot, you noticed his tattoos and your fingers itched to trace them. To say you were getting hot and bothered by these two men was an understatement.

The game started to get intense as fewer and fewer balls were on the table. Pasta missed his shot, turning it over to Tom; who literally started to run the table. It was as if he couldn’t miss. Finally, he was down to just the eight ball. If he made the shot, he would win and the game would be over. He took a deep breath, the action making you take notice of how his shirt strained against the muscles of his chest. Lining the cue up, he took the shot, and the black ball sunk into the pocket just like he had called. A bark of laughter left Tom’s lips. “I told you I was the winner before. Pay up Pasta.”

You had to admit, you were curious how much money was on the line that would cause all this trouble. David, for his part, just shook his head and pulled out his phone. It must be a huge sum if he had to transfer it from his bank account. “What do you want me to tweet?”

“I’m sorry did you just say tweet, as in Twitter?”

“Yeah,” Tom said looking at you as if you were the one that was out of your mind and not him. This whole damn mess was over a stupid Twitter message. You literally wanted to scream, but instead, you just listened as Tom told David what to say. “All it has to say is, ‘In my opinion, Tom Wilson is the best goal scorer in the league.’”

“Done,” Pasta announced shoving the phone in Wilson’s face. You had to lean over Tom’s shoulder so that you could see it as well, for you still couldn’t believe your entire conference room was in shambles over something so juvenile.

“Well, now that, that’s settled boys, I assume I won’t have any more problems from the two of you in my hotel.”

“Oh, you still have your part of this bargain,” Tom said, gliding the back of his finger down your arm. You suppressed the shiver the sensation gave you.

“Alright, who’s first then.” You were never one to back down from a bet and this was no exception.

“By all means,” Tom motioned for Pasta to go first.

David took a step toward you, wrapping a strong arm around your waist as he pulled you close to him. Your hand pressed against the rock-hard muscles of his chest before making its way to the back of his neck. He brushed a lock of hair from your face, then placed his hand gently on your cheek to caress it before his lips came down on yours. The kiss was gentle, yet firm at the same time and you opened tentatively so that he could slide his tongue into your mouth. His hand which rested at your back pulled you in closer and you went willingly. You had a feeling if Tom wasn’t watching this would turn into something more than just a kiss. But Tom was watching and waiting, and you weren’t willing to give David anything more with an audience. So you gently broke away, allowing him to chase your lips with a few last kisses.

“You may have won the little pool match Wilson, but I doubt you’ll win anything more with this one here.” Why did everything have to be a competition?

You turned toward Tom, fully expecting him to take you in his arms and kiss you senseless. Instead, he grabbed you around the waist only to whisper low in your ear. “Another time princess, maybe when we don’t have eyes on us.” He released you then but then turned back. “I will be back for that kiss you owe me.”  With that the two left your suite, leaving you a bit dazed and breathless, and longing for that kiss as well.

Shaking yourself, you brought yourself back to the present and what needed to be done at the hotel, instead of daydreaming of what kissing Tom Wilson would be like. A quick call to Alexis told you that all the players had eaten but there were still a few milling about in each of their designated workout areas. You slipped out of your business attire and opted for a comfy pair of leggings with an oversized shirt to make one more round through the hotel before calling it a night.

You ran into Carly in the lobby. “So how’d everything go on your end? Any outlandish requests for something to be brought in?”

“Not so far. I think the Pens want some extra gym equipment, but I’ve got it covered.”

“I knew I put the right woman in charge.”

“Speaking of being in charge? What the hell happened with Conference Room 3?” You rolled your eyes.

“Food fight.”

“Oh, I heard that. I also heard you took two of them to your room?” she wiggled her eyebrows at you suggestively before elbowing you in the ribs.

“Had to get everything straightened out.”

“And…”

“And maybe, I might have kissed one of them.” She gave you a mocked look of shock.

“Nothing else?”

“Not at the moment, though I do owe the other one something, and let me tell you I won’t mind paying off that debt at all.” Just the thought of Tom holding you had you hot and bothered. “And on that note, I’m going to finish up down here before calling it a night. I think Tim has the night shift tonight if anyone needs anything.”

“Yeah, he does. He’s back in the office, making sure things are ready for breakfast. I just told him I was done for the night. I’m heading off to bed, don’t have too much fun down here.”

“Me, what about you, Car? There’s not some hot NHLer waiting in your room?” She headed for the elevators but turned back to answer you.

“Not tonight, but tomorrow could be a whole other story.” With that, she was gone as the elevator doors slid open and shut again.

You headed off to make sure the conference rooms were fine. When you noted that everything was in place, you went to check on the workout rooms. They were supposed to be cleaned periodically throughout the day, but with being open twenty-four seven; you wanted to make sure housekeeping wasn’t slacking. A quick walk past the Capitals and Pens rooms showed that no one was in there and they were spotless. As you went into the Flyers' workout facility, you could see someone inside. You tried to cough discreetly as to not scare them, but they didn’t hear you. The room had a few mirrors around it, but he happened to not be looking in any of them as he was doing squats with some free weights. He had his shirt off and a tight pair of shorts on, that let you see every muscle as he crouched down working on his quads and other various leg muscles. A few droplets of sweat had formed on his body and you itched to dry them off for him. Your mouth went dry the longer you stared at him as you were trying to make out the tattoo on his arm. It was at that moment that he caught you staring, a knowing smiling crossing his face. “Sorry…” you stuttered out after being caught red-handed.

“I’m not.” He dropped the weight down on the bench beside where he was working out before grabbing a towel and wiping off the sweat on his body. “Did you come to use the equipment or did something else bring you here?”

“Something else,” you realized the mistake as soon as the words left your mouth. “I mean…I was…” In a few short steps, he was standing in front of you and suddenly you couldn’t quite remember why you were there.

“Something else works for me.” He leaned his hand against the wall behind your head; his body so close you could feel the heat coming off of it.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to compose yourself, as you didn’t need this man to get under your skin as much as he was. “I was just making sure everything was fine in this room. I didn’t mean to disrupt your workout. I’ll let you get back to it.”

You made a move to back out the door when he grabbed your hand. There was an electricity in his touch and had you both looking down to where his hand touched your body. “Don’t go…I mean, I was done…” It was nice to see he was just as flustered as you were for a moment. It put you both on an even playing ground after you’d been caught staring at him. “I’m Travis by the way, most people call me TK.”

“I know.” You replied, before adding. “Konecny from the Flyers.”

“Well, now you have me at a disadvantage.”

“I’m (Y/N). I manage the hotel.” You said almost extending your hand to shake his and then realizing that wasn’t acceptable at the moment.

“Oh, so you’re the one in my little handbook to call if I have any problems.”

“That’s me. Here to help you in any way I can.” You let the innuendo hang in the air a bit and you saw its meaning wasn’t lost on him.

“So if I told you there was a problem in my room, would you send maintenance to come look at it or would you do a thorough inspection yourself?” Oh, he was smooth, you had to admit that.

“Well, it wouldn’t make sense to call maintenance when I’m right here, now would it?”

A raise of his eyebrows was your answer back before he went over and grabbed his shirt and belongings. “Then I think we should definitely go check out that problem.” His hand went to the small of your back as he led you out of the room and to the elevators. “I’m in room…”

“Five-twenty,” you supplied.

“Should I feel special that you know that?”

“Do you want the honest answer?” He shook his head yes. “No, it’s my job to know who’s in what room. In case you haven’t noticed this whole thing is kind of a big deal. I have all my I’s dotted and my T’s crossed.”

“So you know every guys' room number here?”

“It sounds a little pathetic when you put it that way.” Maybe pathetic wasn’t the right word, but desperate was one you didn’t want to use.

“No, I’m actually impressed.” He tilted his head looking over at you as you pressed the number five in the elevator. “So if I asked you what room Brad Marchand was in you’d say?”

“That I can’t tell you that, but it’s in the teens and about three floors up from you.” He chuckled softly and you realized you liked the sound of his laugh.

The two of you walked in silence the rest of the way to his room. Thankfully, there weren’t any players milling about in the hallway. “This me.” He said when you were in front of his door. He fumbled with the key, then opened it.

“What seems to be the problem? TV not working? View not to your liking?” You teased and he caught on quickly.

“Actually, it’s the mattress. I swore I heard it squeak earlier.” He tossed his t-shirt and keys on the dresser.

You moved to the bed, pressing on the mattress. “Hmm, seems fine now.”

He grabbed at your waist then, pressing you close to his body. “But see, I’m a very active sleeper. You can’t get the full effect unless you’re on the bed.” He tossed you back onto the mattress and a giggle escaped your lips. Travis crawled on the mattress then, stalking his way up your body. “Didn’t seem to do it then either. I think we’re going to have to give it a thorough workout.”

“But of course, I mean I want you to be completely satisfied with our hotel service.” A half-smile appeared on his face for a split second before his lips were crashing down on yours. His lips were soft yet sure, and you opened immediately for him; his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with yours. He was a good kisser, that was your first thought, and you wouldn’t mind just doing this all night. But then he was pressing his hips into your body and realized you wanted more. Your hands glided up his back, feeling his slightly damp skin from his workout.

He finally broke the kiss, both of you needing air. His hands gathered your shirt, but then he stopped himself. “Can I?” You moaned out a yes, wanting as little clothing between your bodies as possible and he hauled you up so he could take the oversized shirt off. “This is pretty.” He commented, while lightly tracing the lace of your bra. “I think I’d like it better off though.” Travis hands worked around to your back unclasping your bra and toss it to the side. “Fuck, these are perfect,” he breathed out as he drank in the sight of your breasts. His mouth was on them then, taking a peaked nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. A moan left your mouth and you could feel yourself growing wet as he continued to lavish your breasts.

Snaking your hands around his neck, you drew him back down onto the mattress with you. He rolled you both onto your sides, his mouth coming back to yours so he could kiss you again. Neither of you was in a rush, as your hands ghosted along his chest and his played with your nipples. Time sort of stood still, as the two of you just laid there kissing slow and sensually. After a while, Travis pushed you back against the mattress, your legs on either side of his waist. He flexed his hips into your clothed core and you felt a rush of wetness between your spread legs. He continued to roll his hips into you, as his mouth alternated between your breasts. You lay there panting and moaning with each flex. “TK…” you finally breathed out. “Stop teasing.”

“Oh baby, you haven’t seen me tease yet.” As if to prove his words, he sat back on his legs and started to remove your leggings. He only rolled them halfway past your hips, then brought the waistband up before snapping it back down on your core. Heated flooded you there and the moan that left your mouth was almost obscene. “You like that?” and he repeated it one more time before stripping of you of both your panties and legging. “Fuck yeah you do. You’re soaking.” He didn’t have to even touch you to see how wet you were. He wasted no time, inserting two of his fingers in you as his mouth sucked on your clit. You about came off the bed. He continued to work his fingers in and out of your body as his tongue made kitten licks on your nub. You could feel your body tingle as the orgasm started to build. It hovered there, just beyond your reach and you threaded your hands in TK’s hair urging him on; only to have him stop.

“Travis…” you whined out.

His eyebrows shot up. “That’s teasing babe.”  You groaned in frustration as his fingers left your pussy. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it better in a sec.” He pushed his shorts down his hips, then kicked them off. His mouth coming up to cover yours and you could taste yourself on his lips. With one smooth glide forward, his cock pushed into you; your hips rising up to meet him. “Fuck you feel good.” He moaned out, then started to pump in and out of your body. It was a slow pace at first as he was building up a rhythm for the both of you to follow. “Yeah babe, that’s it.” He praised as you met each of his thrusts. The combination of his teasing beforehand and steady pace, had you back on the edge in no time. Travis leaned in close to your body, your faces merely inches away. “Come on baby…I know you’re close….” He sped up then, his cock hitting that sweet spot perfectly. “That’s it.” You went to scream as a wave of pleasure washed over your body, but he captured your mouth swallowing the sound down as he came with you. He pumped inside you a few times, just reveling in the feel of your pussy clenching around him, before breaking the kiss so you both could breathe. When he was finally spent, he collapsed onto his side, rolling you with him. “That was…”

“Mmm, I agree.” You whispered back. “Though I don’t think your mattress has any problems.”

He laughed and you felt the vibrations in your body, as he held you close to him. “Who could tell with all your moaning.” He teased back then flicked your nose.

“Me? I wasn’t the only one.”

He shrugged a shoulder as if he didn’t want to admit he was just as loud as you. “Hope the walls are thick here.”

“They’re decent, just don’t give me away if Hart asks you any questions in the morning.”

He laughed out a, “never.” You pecked him on the lips, then started to get out of bed. “Where are you going?”

“I’ve got things to do.”

“Things or other people?” You couldn’t quite tell if he was teasing or jealous.

“Things… but you have my number if the mattress suddenly starts squeaking again.” You gave him a wink as you shimmied on your leggings and threw on your shirt.

He grabbed your hand and brought you down so your face was inches from him. “I have a feeling it may act up again.” His lips were on yours kissing you hard and fast.

“I’ll be waiting for your call.” With that you headed out the door, quietly shutting it before walking down to the elevator. Well, day one was definitely interesting. You couldn’t wait to see what day number two would bring.

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[mattgrzelcyks]

top five of those 'dumb boys who go fast' you like so much;)

oh no molly oh no you've done it now this accidentally ended up being very long

1. david pastrnak (pasta, carby boy, #1 forever in my heart amen)

he's just so good he's SO GOOD AT HOCKEY MOLLY i love him dearly. he once complained that he had to do media because he missed dancing to Aqua's barbie girl in the locker room. he is one of the first three picks for the 2022 czech ice hockey team!!! so talented!! he also has incredible fashion. he's also going to be one of the bruins' rotating As (alternate captains) this year i'm so proud!!

2. patrice bergeron (bergy, saint patrice, o captain my captain)

in a totally unironic way i would lay down my life for this man. he's so god damn good at hockey, and he's the bruins captain and HE'S SUCH A GOOD MAN. does a lot of charity work?? incredible centre?? absolutely unquestioned that he would be the next captain of the bruins when they yeeted chara. also, while pasta was the First Hockey Player i loved (thank you eddie) i did not agree to watch a game until eddie sent me THIS PICTURE. for their outdoor game last season he picked the theme of the 90s, and that is a WORKING WALKMAN.

second photo because he's straight up the most handsome man in the world i will not be taking criticisms or questions about this. his profile is getting me through life.

3. matt grzelcyk (grizzy, my actual girlfriend)

tiny small defensemen also very good excellent work he's only like 5'9 that is tiny. i am having to hold myself back here because i once gave my mother a one hour long lecture on matty grzelcyk and how he's a BOSTON BOY BORN AND RAISED AND HIS DAD AND BROTHER WORK AT TD GARDEN AND HE LEARNT TO SKATE ON BRUINS ICE AND NOW HE IS A BRUIN.

4. jeremy swayman (swaybae, baby sway, sways, baby goalie)

ONLY HIS ROOKIE SEASON THIS YEAR AND ALREADY HE HAS TWO SHUTOUT GAMES? THE TALENT? THE TALENT? he's incredible and he's only gonna get BETTER i cannot wait to see it. he's also a complete fucking weirdo. once said "i'm not a weird goalie" and then said he LOVES shootouts (for context: no one loves shootouts). he also stretches before games like this. sweet boy 10/10 excellent smile.

5. brad marchand (rat king!!!, RAT KING!!!, marchy)

marchy ideally would have been higher but obviously i must prioritise by girlfriend and my actual son. absolutely fucking INSANELY good at hockey and doesn't get enough credit for it because he's a pest. he's a good boy now!

unironically one of the most handsome bruins

i could literally list at least another 5 more if you wanted

ASK ME TOP FIVE ANYTHING

#bennie's answers #bennie's shitposts #hockey tag #thank you molly ily

[welllpthisishappening]

Hey, question! Are you rooting for any team to get the cup? Or do you hate them all? And if you want them all to lose have you got any reason why? Or a list why you want ‘em to win? Or you aren’t really paying that much attention cause since your team’s not there you can’t be bother to care?

Hello there, anon! I constantly have thoughts about hockey, and now have roof-top access where we live, so basically I've just been watching hockey games outside for the better part of the last week, or so. With that in mind, I a b s o l u t e l y have a list of who I want to win, mostly in order. Remember, you asked for this:

Colorado Avalanche

This is my friend Gabe. That's literally my tag for him. He just had a kid who is now the perfect size to sit in the Stanley Cup. So I'm going to need that to happen. Also, everyone on the Avs is pretty fun. I'm starting to have feelings for Tyson Jost despite being super annoyed with the pronunciation of his last name.

Carolina Hurricanes

LOOK AT THIS! LOOK! AT! IT! Hockey boys are so dumb! Pure chaos! He just yells at his teammate! As part of the pregame routine! Also, Brady Skjei is still really good looking. So.

Boston Bruins

I like David Pastrnak. That's it. That's literally the only reason.

Florida Panthers

Oh, mama don't you cry! USA hockey is do or die! The Panthers are absolutely not going to beat the Lightning, but Spencer Knight stood on his HEAD last night and also he's got a good name for headline puns.

Minnesota Wild

Those aren't boos, Joe! It's just my love for Mats Zuccarello transcending hockey franchises. I hope Zucc is happy.

Winnipeg Jets

Sometimes I forget how young Pierre Luc Dubois actually is and I feel like a creep, but then I notice how wide the circumference of his biceps is and I forget how young Pierre Luc Dubois is again.

Nashville Predators

Roman Josi is not as young as Pierre Luc Dubois. He's also very good looking. Like it's ridiculous how good looking Roman Josi is. We don't talk about it enough. Sorry, Devon.

Tampa Bay Lightning

Here for Ryan McDonagh and Ryan McDonagh ONLY

Las Vegas Golden Knights

insert shrug emoji here. I don't know, whatever. I think we'd get robbed a Vegas-level celebration if they won this year.

Toronto Maple Leafs

Mitch Marner is the only person on this team I can semi-stand and that's mostly because he kind of looks like a bro'y asshole and that's really my not-so-secret type.

Montreal Canadiens

STOP. TALKING. ABOUT. CAREY. PRICE. I. HATE. HIM.

Pittsburgh Penguins

I wrote a nearly 400,000 word story where the Penguins were one of the main villains. So, that should say a lot about me.

New York Islanders

I've had enough of Mat Barzal, quite frankly. He's only got one t in his name. That's weird, guys.

#long post #nhl #sorry this got long and i didn't put a read more on it #i just felt like all these opinions needed to be shared straight up #there is not a time when i am not filled to the brim with hockey opinions honestly #this is why i started writing the new hockey story #also: i started writing a new hockey story! #laura rambles #anonymous