NHL Imagines

Ryan Johanson [CBJ]

You sit in the driver's seat of the car, anxious to return back to your shared apartment with Ryan. He and the Columbus Blue Jackets just lost 5-3 to the Pittsburgh Penguins at home in Nationwide Arena. Though he did score a short-handed goal, you knew he was still going to be extremely upset about this loss. You didn't want to have to sit through another eerily quiet and awkward car ride and come home to another invalid argument over just one game. So you tried waiting as patiently as you could muster for the time being.

Soon enough, you see Ryan trudging toward the car with a large frown on his face. You simply unlock the car before he opens the trunk to set his equipment inside and slam it closed. You cringe as he opens the passenger door and slams it shut behind him. He stays with his back facing you, staring out the window. You watch him sadly for a moment.

"Start the damn car already," he grumbles without looking at you.

You sigh and start the car, pulling away from the curb and onto the streets.

"Would you like to grab anything to eat before we go home, Ry?" you ask calmly.

"I'm not hungry," he says bluntly. You nod your head, though he didn't see you, and keep driving to your apartment. Thankfully you live only several minutes from the arena but the silence seems to slow time down drastically.

Finally, you pull into the driveway and park the car. Before you can even unlock the doors, Ryan has already sprung from his seat and opened the trunk in matter of seconds. You take your time gathering your things as the trunk slams shut and Ryan's figure swiftly strides to unlock the front door. You hop out of the car and gently close the door, locking it all up. As you walk up to the slightly opened front door, you hear a frustrated groan come from inside. You quickly enter and drop your things at the door, taking your shoes off and then jogging to the living room where Ryan lies face down on the couch.

You laugh softly to yourself and crouch down by his side, rubbing and soothing his back. "Baby, I know you're mad but you still did really well as an individual. Look, I know you all weren't connecting tonight but you weren't shut out completely. You didn't go down without a fight, did you?" You stop there, waiting for any sort of response from your childish and whiny boyfriend.

He grunts lazily and buries his head deeper in the couch pillows. You laugh again and give him a light kiss on the top of his head, ruffling his hair as you stand up and walk to the kitchen.

You rummage through the cabinets and set your eyes on a box of Girl Scout cookies. You take them off the shelf and walk back into the living room where the TV shows the highlights of the game on SportsCenter. You frown as you pull out a cookie and begin to munch on it.

"Ryan!" You yell with your mouth half-full. He jerks and sits up, facing you with a surprised face. "The hell are you doing?"

"I'm watching the-"

"I know what you're doing but why?" you screech. "You're just killing yourself inside, out!"

"'Cause I wanted to watch my goal," he almost whispers with a frown. You sigh and move around the couch, still with the box in your hand, and sit next to him. You lean into his right side just as the replay of his short-handed goal comes up on the TV.

You munch on a few cookies in silence and he wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his head into your neck.

"I don't know why I do this," he mumbles.

"I don't know either," you say plainly.

You close the box and toss it on the ground. Suddenly he pushes your back against the pillows on the couch. You let out a fit of giggles as he attacks your face and neck with millions if tiny kisses. You wrap your legs around his waist and catch his face with your hands, bringing him in for a real kiss.

"You taste like cookies," he moans into the kiss. He tries to make it more heated but you laugh into his kisses and soon you're both laughing and smiling like idiots. You both breathe out and he rests his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes with a giddy smile plastered on his face.

"You ruin every sexual moment we have!" He exclaims with a laugh.

"Well I'm so sorry, bipolar boy," you smirk and peck him on the lips.

"I am not bipolar!" He pouts.

"You were upset how many minutes ago and then you're all horny and now you-Oh my goodness, are you on your period or something?" You giggle and trace his facial features with your fingers.

"Maybe," he draws out the word with an eye roll.

You throw your head back and laugh loudly yelling, "I knew it!"

Ryan yells, "Shut up!" He attacks you again with kisses and tickles your sides.

"Stop! Stop it, Ryan!" You gasp between breaths and laughs. Finally you are able to grab his face a second time to kiss him and distract him from tickling you. You sigh into the delightful kiss and he wraps his arms underneath you, putting more of his body weight on your body.

He pulls his head back slightly to look at your face. "You know that I love you, right?"

You nod your head, still out of breath from the laughs and the passionate kissing. "I love you too, Ryan. I always will, no matter your mood swings."