My (new) one shot book! If you like Chris Evans and his movie characters, you're in the right spot.
This book is an imagines book. 🤍✨
Enjoy imagines/one shots about Chris and his characters🤍
boyfriend/hockey star! Johnny x girlfriend! Reader
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You clench your eyes tight together when a player from the other team slams your precious heart against the glass walls.
Hearing some sort of distress amongst all the fans cheering and yelling, you finally open one eye to see Johnny still pressed against the walls.
Fighting with another guy equally as tall and buff as him, closing them once more you're freaking out.
But you looked cute in your New York Rangers outfit, stapled with merch from head to toe, free merch actually, courtesy of your boyfriend and his captain status on the team.
"Are you okay?"
An elderly couple are staring hard over at you, wondering if you needed help or even the first responders, opening your eyes to face them you find yourself short of breath.
"I'm fine!" You laugh it off, breathless, noticing the couple had just taken out some premade sandwiches from a paper bag.
"Thank you..." you smile feignedly, knowing you weren't fine, not in the slightest, "can I borrow this?"
Taking the empty paper bag, the older women nods at you, "of course dear."
"Thank you," you utter once more, clearly strained and unwell, but doing your best to act like you were good.
Grabbing the paper bag, you breathe hard into it just to breathe back in. And you do that again and again and again.
The crowd is going wild, there's only 5 minutes left in the last quarter. And Johnny's team is tied with the Pittsburgh Penguins.
Tensions are high making for the perfect company for your high anxiety.
So many things happening at once, the players on the team getting rowdy.
The fans were all rising and chanting the loudest they could to get their team to make just one more goal to seal the night off with a victory.
The ref skates over to where Johnny and this other player were surrounded by their supporting teammates, who were equally as hotheaded as your J.
Just ready to jump in if needed. That's just what happens when the tension start getting to your head.
It's suffocating really, you could care less if Johnny wins or not. What you're so worried about is whether or not you make it back to your hotel room with him—in one piece.
"Number 2, penalty box."
The ref blows his whistle as loud as he can, Johnny pushes this other guy off of him in disbelief, "you're joking!" He shouts, after taking his mouth guard off.
